Here's an entry I wrote for our Wong Fu Productions Blog.  I know, I'm recycling old material.  Just read.

Okay.  I’m not one to pick fights or cause drama.  But we recently went to a (not-so-amazing) Chinese buffet place for dinner and I was challenged by my long time foe.  That’s right.  The fortune cookie.  After stuffing our faces with mediocre orange chicken, greasy green beans, and expired sashimi– our challenger approached along with his faithful tag-team partner, the check.  With the help of my boyz, we handled the check.  But then, it was between me and mister fortune.  For as long as I remember, he’s been taunting me with his sweet words of prosperity and romance.  Oh the way he tempts me!  Enough is enough.  We settle this now.  I invite you guys to join in on the Mostest Epic-est Battle of Foreverness.  Let’s get ready to rumble.

Back in my room, it was an intense stand-off.  He hid behind his crisp and lightly sugared armor plating.  I knew better.  I knew all the trickeries of my opponent.  After some delicious chewing brutal fist brawls and bloody gun fights, I exposed him.  Looking deep into my soul, there he was, butt-ass nekkid, it was Fortune.

Pah!  There he goes again.  Oh how Fortune knows my weak spots.  I have to be honest.  It was hard to resist his tactics.  I almost felt a smile and ease of heart creep into me, but I quickly came to my senses and refocused.  My plan was to chip away at him little by little until it was something I could handle.  So  I deployed some more chewing of my super secret weapons of mass destruction and managed to explode all of his armor.

Done and done.  But it wasn’t over.  At this very moment, Fortune has not been defeated.  He says I will travel far and wide for business and pleasure.  I say…”we’ll see.”  It might be difficult but I’ll try to update you as we continue our fight throughout the day.  Make sure you come back to see who’s kicking ass.  Seeing how I’m sitting at my desk, at my computer, typing this blog, (which is neither traveling far NOR wide) I think I’m definitely winning so far.  Stupid Fortune.  You ask, “when is it over?”  Oh, it’s over when I say it’s over!

High Noon: Mostest Epic-est Battle of Foreverness begins.

12:20pm: Wes goes to the bathroom to pee.  And wash his hands. - Wes still winning

12:27pm: Wes “travels” downstairs for some OJ.  And a cookie. - Fortune taunts Wes

1:04pm: Wes wonders what’s for lunch.  Stay in or go out? - Decisive blow from Fortune

1:48pm: Wes called for meeting by Phil - Not far enough.  Wes still thinks Fortune is lame

2:06pm: Wes back in his room - “Is this all you got?!”

3:32pm: Wes and Phil go to Tap Ex to brainstorm - Watermelon juice counts as pleasure?

7:04pm: Wes, Phil, Tom go to meeting for ISA - Cool but Wes thinks meetings = weaksauce

11:52pm: Wes returns to his room.  Needs dinner - Chinese? Another fortune cookie?

1:00am-ish: Wes growing tiresome of battle with Fortune.

Well I guess the day has come to an end.  What exactly happened today?  I went out a few times for food and I went to a meeting.  And I stayed in my room a lot.  If you add up all the total distance today…sure I guess I traveled “far” like Fortune claimed.  And if you measure my physical circumference, I probably did get wider from all the eating, so technically, sure the fortune was right.  I wouldn’t call it a victory though.  The battle rages on.  Sorry was that anti-climatic?  The results are simple.  Wesley wins and Fortune fails.  And in case you’re wondering…Yes, alliteration is a perfectly reasonable justification of the final outcome.