When I’m wasting time, chewing on electronic distractions like a cow chews cud, I turn pack rat. Not that it is a drastically distant fall. The Force may run strong in some families–all I got was this encysted hoarder thing in my belly. Its not cancerous yet, but I need to keep an eye on it. With the interwebs, even my modicum of restraint is unnecessary. I have 2 terabytes of closet space for all the crap I scrounge. At one point, before some serious deleting, there were 25,000 bookmarks on one of my browsers. It is time to give some of this crap away. So here, take it–not all of these posts will be so cheesy, but it is a Junk give-away, so the bar is low.
The Six O’Clock Scrounger: Cheesy
4 responses to “The Six O’Clock Scrounger: Cheesy”
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I tried it last year for the first time since I was about 10 years old, sometime during the Ford Administration. It was surprisingly serviceable, especially if one were to free it from being classified as “cheese.” If you think of it as orange stuff that you put on crackers, it’s not that bad at all….
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Old Road Apples 
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