The biggest cheese heist ever... ?

I probably should post more often than I have been but work's been killing me and, frankly, the WTR is getting neglected because of it. I'm sorry sweetie, I promise it's not you. Daddy's just busy...

"...4,627 pounds (2.3 tons) of cheese were taken, enough for Howe's 18,000 men to receive a ¼ pound each . The cheese was valued at £153 pounds or $5,919 today..."

So, I found the abosnippetpit of information embedded in a history lesson entitled, "Damages Sustained: British Looting in Chadds Ford after the Battle of Brandywine." Within this enthralling article I discovered that even the British celebrate Cheese Friday, though they do it in a much more malicious, and somewhat illegal, manner. I've providing you with the best part but if you decide you'd like to read the whole article - and I definitely suggest you don't - just click on the hyperlinked title above and it'll whisk you away from wherever you are and drop you into a 9th grade history class.

Happy Cheese Friday. Please celebrate responsibly.

Cheesin' it up on Friday

Good morning (Too early...). For any of the people who happen to stumble upon this site today, I would like to welcome you to Cheese Friday. Cheese Friday happens every Friday and it is a celebration of all that is cheese. Every form, flavor, color and genre. I was introduced by Guy and Todd of the Tank and Gameface, respectively, and I haven't been the same since. It is a beautiful holiday that really seems to bring everyone together with a sense of joy, happiness and belonging. Please enjoy this holiday and join the rest of us in saying, "Happy Cheese Friday!"

To help you get thoroughly immersed in the cheesiness of it all, here are a few links for your viewing, and ultimately, learning pleasure. Enjoy:

Cheese dot com
I Love Cheese - Who doesn't?
The American Cheese Society
Chuck E. Cheese - Just for good measure
Happy cows blah, blah, blah

Now, everyone go to the Smart Patrol site and watch out for Mr. DNA's celebratory Cheese Friday blog.

Rejoice!! Cheese is here!

Work Rant, Part 1

I named this "Work Rant, Part 1" not because I'm going to make this into a several part blog but because I figure this probably won't be the last of the work rant blogs to come... I'm currently sitting in a 6' x 6' cubicle, more or less pondering the meaning of life. It's funny how, when you're in school, all you want is to be done and to get out into the work force but then when you're out here, all you want is to go back to school. Or maybe not so much go back to school but to be a kid again. Life can be really cruel and ironic sometimes. Actually, it seems to be that way more often than not. Especially as you get older. So anyway, as the 3 of you know, I work at a mortgage company. I work in the payoff department which means that, other than the recon department, we're pretty much the last thing that your loan goes through before you have it paid off. Which also means that we don't actually bring in any money. We're not writing loans or any of that junk. I just get to sit back and get yelled at by borrowers who can't figure out how to add or subtract but who somehow think, despite that small disability, they still know more than me when it comes to mortgages. And maybe they do. But they usually don't. I guess I don't really have anything specific to complain about... It's more of an obtuse, overall complaint about being young but feeling old, sitting in a cuby and getting chubby, working at a company that makes a billion dollars a month but only gives me enough to pay rent, debt, and food... Welcome to the business world. I am but a number (and I'm so insignificant here that they don't even tell me what my number is). I guess I could be doing a lot crappier work for a lot less pay. But I could also be a rockstar or architect or independently wealthy. Oh well. One of my teachers in high school always said that the world needs ditch diggers. Lately I find myself wondering if he meant that literally or figuratively because sometimes I just feel like it keeps getting deeper and deeper and more and more hopeless.

What a depressing blog. Sorry.

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