taswell

Another journal entry from the bus. I just got out of a motherfucking four-and-a-half hour meeting to decide the best and worst games of 2002. It actually went way better than I expected, much more quickly and much more civil than last year. That is, until we got to PC games, at which point our buttfuck intern decided to get real vocal and contrary, causing everyone nothing but frustration and grief. A quick breakdown of the kinds of harm I wished upon him during the meeting:

Throwing him a boot party

Beating him with a golf club

Watching an orc eat him

Doing a 50-50 grind on his head

Pulling out his teeth with a pair of pliers

Ok, so the last one I thought of on the way out of the meeting, but it still seemed mighty appealing.

I picked up Animal Crossing today. When I get home, I'mma get down with my man, Tom Nook!

Pace!

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Just got home, and Wrath of Khan was in my mailbox! God I love Netflix. It's like going to the video store when you're high, except you don't have to worry about that awkward and somewhat confusing exchange with the dude at the counter.

Also, would some people please add me to your friends lists? I'm feeling lonely here. Even if you don't mean it, I'd appreciate the hollow gesture.