We get our letters. Every week at 12:01 AM when the new spudWorks weekly front page column goes live, we expect our letters. We have interns who are worked like the cattle they are standing by the very second the columns go live for the hurricane of email that floods our office. Of course, the most asked question is, "How do you do it?" How do we manage to put out a fairly reliable column every week that the spudWorks reader can expect to find at least vaguely interesting. The answer is, when you're dealing with a multi-billion dollar corporation like ours, simple.

spudWorks has a dedicated team of writers who struggle day and night to come up with humorous and sometimes enlightening little ditties for you to read, much the same way as David Letterman, but much slower. They scour pop culture sources in search of things to laugh at and make fun of, like kids in the school yard, but this time the joke isn't you, it's everyone.

Generally the process is composed of the following steps:

• The spudWorks writer stumbles in from another long night of drinking. Frequently the poor sap actually slept on the dirty, peanut covered floor and its remains are evident on his wardrobe.
• After starting up his computer, drinking a pot of blackened coffee, and reading The New York Times as well as a sneak peak on Salon's Sex area he begins to scour the local media for what might be popular today in our disposable culture.
• While trading email with a friend, he realizes that it is almost 1 and could really use something to eat besides the hours old donuts that reside next to the coffee machine. Lunch frequently takes a solid hour.
• Around 4, he and a few other spudWorks writers head out to the bar around the corner for a break where most of the rest of the evening is spent.
• This formula is repeated everyday.
• On Sunday morning, through a drunken haze, our writer remembers that he has missed his Wednesday deadline to submit a column. He writes it quickly and submits it to his editor who he must wake from his own alcohol-induced dementia to edit it.
• On Monday, when the user reads the latest column, the writers breathe a sigh of relief and continue the spiraling path down to where ever such a path leads.

And that, dear reader, is how your spudWorks column faithfully makes its way to your web browser each and every Monday. Next week, the depths of the mysterious music department, where not even the CEO will tread and from where the board of directors are kept far far away.

- The Writing Staff