A dynamically complacent organization such as Indefatigable-Indolence.org cannot exist on the sheer energy of just its own inertia. Our great inertia is manifested by our glacially slow moving human resources, but those magnificently plodding resources cannot subsist on sleep alone, they need fuel to provide the energy to achieve a state bordering on the comatose. Hence the requirement for a Commissary Department.
In keeping with our ideals of accomplishing as little as possible through the expenditure of the least amount of energy our Commissary Department does not actually produce, acquire, store, prepare or serve foodstuffs; nor does it clean-up anything afterwards (that would be the role of our Janitorial Services department, if we had one, but then it would be just too much trouble to take out the trash all the time.) (Sorry about that long winded sentence, it's just easier than stopping to insert periods and shift to capital letters all the time.) The real role of our Commissary Department is something much more valuable to our marginally effective human resource pool, and that is a role of pure, unadulterated (and unadulterous, we might add) research, unfettered by any practical considerations, in to finding delicious fuel for ingestion by our festering pool of morally, intellectually and physically challenged human resources.
In our considerably diminished capacity we have concluded that the research mission of the Commissary Department is so critical to the success of our organization that our leader, "B.F." (Benevolent Founder, AKA Big Fella) has taken it upon himself, when conscious, to lead the Commissary Department. All of the research findings produced by the Commissary Department are his fault... er, produced at his direction and under his personal supervision.
The links in the "pane" on the right will lead you to "B.F.'s" documented research findings relating to the identification, acquisition, and human processing of delicious fuel. The research findings were originally published at the web site Chowhound.com where "B.F.'s" nom de chow is "Chino Wayne". More such findings will be published under the links in the pane on the right, if and when B.F. gets up off his butt again to go foraging. We believe he is going to think about it, as soon as he figures out when he can fit thinking about it in to his schedule, which he will do after he sleeps on it.
We know it is asking a lot of you, and we do apologize in advance, but if you would just consider making a slight effort, and "mouse over" and then click on one of the links in the pane to your right---> you will be able, with *minimal effort, to read the musings of "B.F." about his Adventures On The Chow Trail...