On Stanley Kubrick, Giant Cocks, and Neglect
First, I would like to make something very clear: Stanley Kubrick is fucking awesome. This is one of those few times where an opposing viewpoint is simply incorrect. There is no argument, no appeal, no form of petition. There is only Kubrick. Don’t believe me? That’s fine. You don’t have to believe me. You just have to see this.

I thought you’d come around.
I’ve been neglecting Bayonetta. Modern Warfare 2 is collecting dust. I feel terrible for the both of them. Each game, to me, not only represents a delicious morsel of entertainment, but a certain investment in ‘man hours’. I have given hours of my life to be able to afford these games. To waste them is to waste my very time upon this earth! Unacceptable. I will rectify the problem this weekend.
I bitch about work a great deal because it’s basically all I do. To that end, I invite you to stop reading now. Then again, I can hardly bitch. My boss’s dad died yesterday. He was just gone for a week, arrived last Monday, having been taking care of his dad, but he’s got to go again. While that sucks, it also leaves me with all of the Class 1 driving work. I will be the only tractor/trailer driver. The work load is going to be immense, and there isn’t anybody to help spread the workload around.
It’s a bit of a desperate situation, but it seems like my boss’s boss isn’t particularly concerned with it. They aren’t putting ads out in the paper, and they haven’t hired anyone new yet. This could be a problem, because I’ll be damned if I miss out on any vacation time because of it.

