The Monday Morning Foxhole: Of Stories And Other Things

First Off this guy is my new hero: Formula One Boss Caught In Nazi Orgy, because let's be serious here folks, I can fuck things up pretty well...but even I couldn't pull that off. I mean where do you even find Nazi Role Playing Prostitutes nowadays? That's so 1939.

Second, I watched Hitman and I Am Legend on Saturday. I thought they were both decent, not great, but good. Hitman was sort of clunky, I think it had something to do with the editing of the DVD version. I remember them cutting the movie from a hard R to PG-13, but this version I saw had a brief full frontal nudity shot, which last time I checked sorts things fairly certainly into the R category. It was also totally pointless and unnecessary which makes you wonder why they bothered putting it back in. Holy shit, I just complained about full frontal female nudity. Someone check and make sure my nuts are still attached. I Am Legend left me a little more confused. I'm fairly certain I've read the original novella that this movie apparently had nothing to do with. But for awhile I was certain that I hadn't. After talking about it with someone I realized I had read it, but now I don't recall if I liked it. See what I mean?

Friday night I hung out with Nick for a bit, but as is usual with him now he had to be home early so I was left (for the first time in ages it would seem) with actual free time and nothing to fill it. I was going to call some people but it was getting a little bit late for that. You can guess what I did instead of going home. In fact I didn't go home at all Friday night. That's right...I slept at my desk in the office again. Woe is me.

In other news I'm currently flummoxed by the riddle of obtaining things that can not be obtained, counting things which can not be counted, and discovering things which can not be discovered. It would seem that I am, colloquially speaking, broke as a joke. This of course wouldn't take into account more than a fair amount of "money" that I have squirreled away in several places, a certain amount of "money" that I have invested, another large sum of "money" that my company has invested, and a smattering of cash hidden in envelopes, tin cans, and hollowed out picture frames. Nevermind my expensive but worthless assetts including a fancy little collection of comic book memorabilia, various autographed sports memorabilia, a collection of letters from the Kings of Italy, several several hundred year old coins, and a 42 inch plasma television. Yet still for some reason, when I look at my short term prospects there seems to be a disturbing lack of solvency. If it wasn't for the fact that it's all sketched out with a fair degree of certainty, and the undeniable fact that I'm me, I might be worried. Thing is it's just tough to worry when you came up constantly broke watching your family struggle and suddenly you have the pleasant problem of having to break a $100 for a bag of chips at 7-11 because you never seem to have small bills.

I certainly have more to tell today, but shit's getting all stirred up here so I should go and squash it if I can. I'll be back with more later today, and will have a story about a gentleman I may have met this weekend.

UPDATE - As always the guys over at WithLeather have a much better version of the story linked above, with ten times as much video goodness:NAZI HOOKERS