You know, most of the time I blame the average Joes out there who are too stupid to not rock the pop machines so hard that they'll be crushed by them or stand under robotic arms waiting form them to fall for being the reason I have to endure physical anguish and emotional humiliation for a living, but this time, I kind of think maybe there's a slight design flaw in a load lifter that allows you to keep lifting things high enough that they'll all fall on your head.

It took me a week to get my head back to a full sphere, by the way.