 Everybody's so tuned in to, like, world politics and geopolitics, you know, even the homeless people are. You know, I was, uh, coming back from dinner in Chinatown once, and I wanted to give my leftovers away, and I saw a gentleman and I said, hey Ned, do you want some food? And he looks at me up and down. He said, Chinese! And I was like, it's a good guess, yeah, yeah, it actually is. He looks at me again. It's a mandarin of Cantonese. How does this guy have a preference for dialects and regional cuisine? This is odd. So I told him the truth, it got a little complicated though. I said, uh, actually Taiwanese. He looks at me. That ain't Chinese yet. I know my shit.