For me, the weekend started on Friday. As you may or may not be aware, I freelance, so a lot of the time it's hard to tell where one week begins and another ends. Sometimes this is a good thing, but a lot of the time it's as if you were staring into a deep abyss. An abyss with no clearly defined short-term goals or life plans. There is only what's behind you. One of the things that was behind me was my bank, Washington Mutual. I woke up on Friday with a new bank, Chase.  It was the largest bank failure in the history of the world. Pretty sick, huh? Ultimately, it doesn't really make that much of a difference, but I chose WaMu for a reason. That reason: I hated Chase. When I first moved to New York, those bastards were like, "You need to keep $1000 in the checking account at all times." I was like, "I'm living day-to-day. There's no way I'm letting you hold onto $1000 of mine that I don't even have yet." WaMu, on the other hand, was like, "Whatever, Dude. Mi Casa es Su Casa." Plus, the whole "Sure", "No Thanks" options at the ATM made me feel like I was being cared for. If there's anything that makes a guy feel loved it's folksy vernacular from an automated, electronic machine. In the end it doesn't really matter because the FDIC ensures that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. A bank is a bank.