Friday Spies: Who Moved My Cheese?

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Friday Spies: Who Moved My Cheese Edition
1. What's your favorite cheese?
There are so many tasty ones! And each has it's special niche: Roquefort for salads, Asiago with tomato sauces, Gjetost on a cracker, Limburger spread with beer, Brie for an upscale delight with fruit, Velveeta for a down home treat with tortilla chips. It occurs to me that a truly exceptional cheese should transcend such narrow niches, be at home on a salad, with tomato sauces, or on a cracker. It must be equally comfortable at the Ritz and at a ball game. The obvious choice? Mozarella. Or rather, the mozarella family. Low moisture, part skim mozz is happy to sacrifice itself protecting the tomato sauce on my favorite pizza, smoked mozzarella is deliciously comfortable on a cracker, shredded on a pizza burger, or (most delightful of all) a fresh lump of water buffalo mozzarella sliced and layered with basil and tomato, before being embraced with co-mingled basalmic vinegar and olive oil, and topped with a sprinkle of freshly cracked black pepper. Yes, mozzarella is truly a cheese for all occassions.


2. Cheesy movie: If you were in Top Gun, what would your call sign be?
Fishmonger, obviously.

3. Big cheese: Tell us a boss story -- best boss, worst boss, a time when you were the boss, etc.
Ok, how about boss theory. As I see it, the role of a boss is as follows: 1) to regulate the workload, 2) to distribute the workload, 3) to oversee the work being done. While most bosses recognize 2) and 3), they miss 1). A boss need not accept every bit of work thrown at his people. Well, Ok, they do, but the don't have to accept it without a fight! When more work is being pushed onto an organization than can be reasonably completed without mandatory overtime, the boss should be pushing back against the source of the work. Either work will need to be reduced, or headcount increased. Nothing makes me more angry than a place that uses mandatory long-term overtime as a way to keep from hiring sufficient personnel. Well... there is Celine Dion.... and people who vote party ticket... and...well, lets just say that FEW things make me more angry.

4. Say cheese: Are you a photobug? Are you photogenic? Or, in 1000 words or less, tell us about your best picture.
I've got a lovely one I took last year of a ladybug on a sunflower head... I don't really get this question.

5. Just cheesy: What's the worst pick-up line you've ever used, or had used on you? Did it work?
Never used one, and never had one used on me. But I did get to see one used. It was at a house party. The male slut from our floor of the dorm was there, and working his magic on every woman in sight. Though he was only moderately attractive, they seemed to flock to him. I, however, found it difficult to get past sentence two in any conversation with a female before they skated off. After a while, I found myself waiting in line for the bathroom - within eavesdropping distance of the man. Perhaps, I'd be able to pick up some pointers from the legend. A cute little college thing was chit-chatting with him, when he took advantage of a momentary pause to make his move: "So," he leered, " Do you F*ck or do I get slapped." I gasped! Surely such a brazen approach would fail with great commotion. Without pausing a moment, the girl looked down, blushed, and giggled as they walked off together. At that point, I realized that 1) The rules of the game were much different from what I'd come to believe, and 2) I wasn't really interested in playing the game after all. Meeting girls at parties and bars was immediately crossed off of my to do list.