:: The Every So Often When I Decide to Post Blog ::

:: Thursday, September 18, 2003 ::

I Kinda Feel Awkward

Like I'm breaking up.... but uh.... I uh... got another blog site.

I know this is sudden But I was having all sorts of problems with uploading files and getting a comment bar, I uh... just felt like it was time to move on. So I am.

I hope you'll understand.

Here's the new site.

http://www.ferristech.net/users/matt/journal/

So go... I'm about to post a new one.

Matt
:: Matt 11:43 PM [+] ::
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Work and Joe

I am again, an Applebuddy

It was inevitable. When it came to a job I oculd walk in and get. We all knew, Applebee's. I went in for my first interview today at 1:30. Walked at 2:00. Went back for an interview with the GM. I sat and talked tohim for an hour about all things Apple. We covered it all. I walked out with a scheduled double for the next day.

Ah, it's nice to be ensconsed in the world of Apple.

Joe Schmo

8:15 Dr. Pat's little SKIT. Horrible. But Brilliant.

8:24 Beat Boxing? Why was Matt beat boxing?

8:27 Alshleigh and her body painting?

8:28 Kip's Horrible magic was hilarious.

8:29 The Hutch singing this beautiful little diddy was hilarious. Earl's hand over his heart. I'm dying......

8:35 But why does he cry? And I thought for Ashjleigh would win the immunity robe.

8:46 It's gonna be 5 to 3 isn't it?

8:50 Oh my god... next week is gonna be beautiful. But I guess it's not Molly getting voted off. i guess Earl. But why would that make Matt cry. And why would they hsow a commercial for next week. The Producers are forgetting that part of brilliance of the show is that it plays out like a real reality show. I thought for sure it was gonna Molly voted off.

8:54 Earl out of no where. Why would they do that?

8:55 Everyone's balling who voted for him? Didn't keep that very clear.

9:00 That's where they leave us? I mean it's nice for us to see that all the producers and the actors are wanting to stop the show. But Obviously they don't. I would've wanted them to spend more time on everyone's hesitation. See more of the talks between everyone. I mean I understand they don't think it's reality show but it is. There's watching the one guy. And here's an actual bit of reality and you gloss over it. Dummies.

Which leads me to: I've been wondering if this whole thing isn't a big joke aginst us. Like Matt is an actor too (which is why we haven't heard from him in real life) and this a big joke on the viewing audience.

We'll have to wait and see.

Matt
:: Matt 9:04 PM [+] ::
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Oh the GAME!

I thought yesterdays game, Chiefs and Steelers, was going to be the game of the week. I suspected after Maddox's first super game and the freaking Chiefs defense it was going to be a great game. And it was for about the first half. And then the Chiefs in all their glory blew them out of the water.

The Bears game (my team) was gonna be blow and it was. But not so bad.

I had to watch Hawks vs. Redskins instead being here in Texas. But I had 3 fantasy guys going so it was worth watching.

But geez, this Monday night game was awesome. Giants down by 16 at one point comes back and ties the game 29-29. And how did they do that? 2 different Dallas penalties on a two tries on a two point conversion. Of course, they made th third attempt. And then in the final minute and a half Giants have the ball first down.... and go for the 30 yd. field goal. It's GOOD!

DALLAS now goes for th 52 yd field Goal on the final play of regulations! AND IT'S GOOD!!!!!!

Tiki Barber yelling at his fellow players! "Let's go Mother Fuckers Let's go!!!"

To FUN. Beer in hand I settle in for some solid OT. (I should mention I'm in Texas now, I guess I drink Corona) DALLAS gets the ball. What will happen? Will it stay true to the stats? Will DALLAS actually win since they have the ball first?

What? A fumble? They recover but they have to PUNT? Giants have the ball. They Punt!!!! Dallas recovers, what happens?

Cundiff again. For 7 field goals in one game!!!!!!!!

Awesome game.

Now I chat with some of my former lady friends of mine from back home. It's a Good night. Orientation tommorow.

Now for a solid... moment of ZEN
:: Matt 11:42 PM [+] ::
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The BEST show on TV

I've been away from TV for a while. I love 24, of course, but it took me watching the first season on DVD and my sister taping half of season 2 before I watched it. THAT probably is tyhe best show. But right now my love is...

The Joe Schmo Show.

It's evil and brilliant at the same time. And now matter how they spin it, it IS a reality show. It's just a reality show with actors and one guy who's not. And from time to time I feel bad for this guy. Especially the next episode when whatever makes him cry, makes him cry and if he doesn't get the $100,000 he truly got hosed.

But if you can look past all that this is the most brilliant experiment ever done on TV. And my biggest reason for watching the show is to see if there's a moment when it looks fake. And there've been moments where I'm thinking if I WAS THERE could I see it. And frankly, no. Why would you ever think it was fake? You think it's a reality show. People screwing up their stories could be people trying to screw with you in game.

It would take a huge blunder to notice. It's what makes it brilliant.

I'm sure come Tuesday night I'll be rewriting telling how bad I feel for poor Matt.

And now, you moment of Zen

:: Matt 12:31 AM [+] ::
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A Shot

Somone called my web site, specifically this blog, "your egotistical website."

That should have just been a moment of Zen. I just look it and kinda blink.

I don't how many of you keep journals. I've kept some through out my life. I don't really know how to keep a journal and not make it about myself.

I don't necesarrily choose topics that make me look overly cool. Especially if you look here here or here. I think these are good examples of me not being particularly egotistical.

It's a journal. It's a web page. It's about me. It's supposed to be in a sense, egotistical. Unless you have a webpage about noodeling or beer drinking or having a book fetish. What else do you do with your own web page.

Here's some webpages that are far more egotistical than mine. This guy has stuff he's written on it. Our friend, James Lileks, has a site with writing on it, look it his bleat it's about his opinions and his life. And this chick goes WAYY overboard.

I make light because she apprently isn't fond of me anymore. And I'm sure she's lashing. If you lash at least be right and not just emotional.

Zen Song

"Bitter"

I could slip, I could fall
In that mean and awful hall
With the other jealous bitches
And the bitter grumbling men

I could sneer, I could glare say that
life is so unfair And the one who
made it, made it `Cuz her breasts
were really big

Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

I could bitch, I could moan
Say I want to be left alone
But that's not really true,
Because I like my time with you

Till you rant and you rave
Wishing fat folks to their grave
But I feel sorry for them
You say they get what they deserve

Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

I don't wanna get jaded
Petrified and weighted
I don't wanna get bitter like you
Like you, with the darts in your eyes
Like you, with disdain for mankind
I was charmed, now I wonder

Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to
So I'll smile with the rest
I'll wish everyone the best
And know the one who made it,
Made it cuz she was actually pretty good
Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to



:: Matt 6:37 PM [+] ::
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The Trip

You ever psych yourself up for something you know is gonna suck? Like your SAT or Jumping out a plane, or, finally getting a cavity filled?

That's what this trip was for me. I was so not looking forward to it in anyway. At least 12 hours, in a truck, by myself, pulling my freaking car nearly 650 miles. Good thinking.

And, actually, it ended up not being too bad. Amazingly.

Here's how you get through it.

Firstly, bring music. Bring a cd player to play such music. Bring your own, make some, have friends make some and jam away. Just try not to get too many depressing songs in a row because one of two things will happen.
A) You'll get really sad and time will start to drag.
B) You'll start thinking of every poor mistake you ever made in your life which could lead to C.
C) Being suicidal while driving a UHaul with a 3000 pound trailer is not a good thing.

Secondly, just let yourself talk to yourself. It's okay. You'll have some really funny stories to tell, and you'll always think their funny. I quoted so many movies to myself to make myself laugh it was pretty ridiculous. Some Examples:
A) Oooooh wider lanes. So comfy.
B) After a friend of mine hung up the phone. "Me too very busy got lots going on here."
c) Convoy!

Thirdly, stop. WHen you need a stretch, a drink, to pee, just stop. The only big problem with stopping is that you will lose time. I made six stops. Even if they were only 10 Min. long most that's and hour. (Mine most likely we're closer to 15.) But stops were ultimately refreshing and necessary.

Fourthly. Yell. Just scream your head off. Partially it's just funny. It's also a good stress reliever when you hit construction for the fith time and the width of the road is about the size of your truck and trailer and one side is a cement wall and the other is the Valley of Certain Death. I had so many stress causing images of the trailer hitting the wall sending me into Certain Death.

Lastly, get sleep.

Well, I have to unpack this ass load of crap I got, soooooo, well, the fun's not over.

Every blog after this will be far funnier and won't be done on 6 hours of sleep.

You want a funny blog read this.Matt

And why not a moment of Zen.
:: Matt 11:24 AM [+] ::
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Austin

I'm here.

It's all real.

It took way too much time.

Never wanna do it again.

Write more tommorow.

Matt
:: Matt 4:25 AM [+] ::
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For real this time

I'm off. I have to load this silly computer, fill the tank connect the trailer and, boys and girls, I'm outta here. If you have my number and want to call around seven or so that'd be about the time I start going stir crazy... probably a good time to call.

Thanks again to all my firends for the understanding the reason for this move despite how much I'll miss all of you.

Now that I've ogtten sappy, it's time to stop.

No moment of Zen just a moment of silence.

Thanks I feel better.

Matt
:: Matt 11:09 AM [+] ::
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Honesty

I got a little messed up last night at the party. It happens you're going away people buy you shots they want to see a drink in your hand and you want to have a real good time and I did and it was.

But as I stated below when you have to drive 12 hours.... well you might as well fend off your hangover and stay another night and rest up for your 12 hour journey the next day. So I did and I am.

So one more night in Springfield where I shall hide in my house and not drink. At all. Except for some water.

Matt

Moment of Zen
:: Matt 4:52 PM [+] ::
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New Rule

Add this to list of things to know before moving. It may seem like a natural way to leave town. Pack up have a party, sleep, leave. It's your last night, don't want to waste time sitting in Springfield if your not with your friends.

Cut to hung over on 6 hours of sleep and having to make a 12 hour trip in a u-haul tugging your car behind you.

List this under big mistake.

It was a good party though, go to see almost all my friends gets hugs from all the hot girls and basically tell everyone, drunkenly, how cool they are.

I have a few pics, but they seem to be with all the hot girls I was hugging on. But I have pics of all my friends already onthe site who needs to take up bandwith. It would appear that I w on't have internet access for about a week but in that intervening time I'll be updating and overhauling my entire site. Though I would think that I'll prolly blog here from time to time from Jeff's house. So keep watching. And promise to let you all know when I get there tonight or if I stop tommorow.

Oh and if anyone has pics from last night's party send them my way.

And now a moment of ZEN. Bascally me drunk, and Kristen and Cara having to deal with it. :) I mean a thumbs up? Who does that?

:: Matt 10:09 AM [+] ::
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I Smell It in the Air

Is it Bratwurst?

Is it Beer?

Is it Pigskin?

The answer to all of these is Hell YEAH! Football time is here and there is nothing that says football season to me like drafting your fantasy football time which I did tonight. I'd go through the beautiful draft I had but I have feeling you may not care. You may be right. But it's great I juts made one possible mistake not taking Michael Vick as my backup QB. I instead picked up Tommy Maddox as my back up with Drew Bledsoe takiung the lead. It could be a coup with Maddox if he plays even better than he did last year. Besides Vick could be forever sucky cause of this injury.

I don't know where I finally found this love for football. It's been growing inside of me for about 5 years now and at last it exploded. I was talking football stats with the best of them. Did you know a good way to cut through guy shorthand is to now football. It's the best way to get to know people. It's a quick common ground. Any guy who knows his way around football is an instant friend. Unless your drunk and you disagree with them... in which case he's an instant enemy. BUT the main point you can talk to anyone about football. I think many of the women I know who like football, at first, just watched so they could talk to guys and now just plain love it.

Now I'm in love with a team that this year probaly won't make the playoffs, but since '85 the bears have been shuffeling there way through my love for football. They sucked alot since then and maybe that's laid dormant my love for the pigskin. And oddly, I've taken a liking to the Chiefs despite their AFC status. But that damn Presit Holmes is a god. I just hate his need to get paid. That's a guy who needs a new publicity agent. He just needs to shut up.

Now this is the one thing I hadn't thought about when preparing for my move to Austin next week. It's day 1 of football season. At least I'll have something to listen to on the radio and watch in My Hotel room.

Well probably only two more posts left before the big move.

Your moment of ZEN
:: Matt 10:53 PM [+] ::
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Dirty Old Man

I used to think, when I was a teenager, that I'd love to have this old guy around who tell you naughty jokes and say things that were completely wrong and obscene. And you laugh at the naughty bits and him cause he's just so bad.

Well recently I realized I have one of these guys now and... it's not all it's cracked up to be. Let's call him GLen. Glen comes in to where I work sits at the bar and tells you naughty jokes. Some are funny, some you give the courtesy laugh and to and some.... Well remember all those totally tasteless joke books that reared their head around 1989? Well some of these would offend even these guys, I think. And he'll say crass things about you like. Not to be mean, he says, but "Because, she really needs to shed a few pounds or she'll never land a guy."

What they never told you about your dirty old man is that there's a reason he's alone. Of course this guy has been divorced and hates her and is so downright bitter about women and relationships. He just doesn't understand or feels the need to be nice to women. Or that relationships can work and it doesn't have to be about the woman being at your beck and call.

I guess I wanted more in my dirty old man. A charismatic guy who actually got along with the female servers and they'd say "If your weren't so old I'd lay you in a minute." Like he's somehow earned the right to be a bit disrespectful but you seriously know he's probably kidding. Well, he MAY be kidding but that's the fun part of it.
"Why if I offer a girl 10,000 for a blow job will she not only not do it but become offended." Probably Glen because you don't have 10 grand and your a dirty old man. She's heard all this filth spew from your mouth why should she want you? But you can't actually say these things. This is his thing and it's all he's got so let him have it. Just sit back, smile at his joke and say "Geez, your going to hell for that one."

But I guess if a guy has all this going for him there's no reason to be a dirty old man.

Moment of Zen
:: Matt 5:11 PM [+] ::
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Horror Movies

I used to HATE HATE HATE horror movies.

They would scare the bejesus out of me. Amytiville Horror was scary. My brother could freak me out with "eyes peeking in the window, matt."

And it did.

Horror movies would just plan leave me on the floor, under my covers, with my giant 3 ft teddy bear laying next to me. TO scare the evil people away, you see.

The Twilight Zone: The Movie scene where they pan around the girl and she has no mouth. Done. Freaked out. Hall light is left on.

So somewhere around 8th grade I got passed it. Freddy was the man. Nightmare 3, was the best. Dream Warriors. People out actively attacking Freddy. Yeah, there's a way to kill the meanies, you don't hide... you attack. And now pretty much I just laugh. It's hilarious. Like in my Jason X review on the other site. The scene when he smashes her frozen face into mush is plain funny. Now, when I try and sleep, if it's not pitch black, I'm ain't sleeping.

So I've been cured of the scary movie syndrome. Though I saw Exorcist for the first time like a year okay when it was rereleased and it sorta shook me up.

I'm not a sicko either, I mean if I saw Jason hack someone to tiny bits in real life I owuld either a) run B) Pass out or c) puke then run. But I think in the end I just realized... it's Fake. It's not real. I know how movies are made. And though there are one or two jumps in Freddy V. Jason it mostly just made me cheer like watching a bad wrestling match or Detroit Lions Vs. The Texans. It's an exciting match to watch but I don't really care much who wins.

Here's my review from the movie page.

And todays moment of Zen is brought to us by FHM. It's Monica Keener the star of F.V.J.
:: Matt 11:20 PM [+] ::
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Addendum

It's been pointed out that I guess I do understand a bit about addiction. If I didn't I could never have written the previous blog. I guess that's true.

Also, I also wanted to write a bit about first kisses but managed to forget that untapped territory. So instead I'll add it here. Oh, and this may seem a bit on the soft/girly side. But I like first kisses. But more importantly the anticipation of the first kiss. Where you know it's gonna happen but you just have to make that first move. Those first kisses where you've liked someone for a long time and you've flirted and now you've gone out and it's toward the end of the night and it's at the point where things will either wrap up or... you're making out.

Someone mentioned to me last night that although frist kisses are great... it's usually the second or third that get even better. I say there's nothing quite as fresh as a first kiss. You don't know what you're moving into. Does she have soft lips? Is this a sweet kiss or a hot kiss? You're hearts pounding.... waiting. And at last you do it and you realize she may need a bit of chap stick and you never see hide nor hair of her tounge. Oh well they're not all perfect but you've kissed someone new. And now you can move on with that new kowledge. What worse is when you kiss someone you'll never get to kiss again. Then it's sort of sad.
For the record the last was soft and sweet.

And the one before that... pretty hot. I think it even rained.

Matt

Moment of Zen
:: Matt 1:52 PM [+] ::
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Confirmed Addict

Here it comes the big scoop. Previous posts have probably lead you to this conclusion. But I only just last night realized it.

My addiction to women has gotten worse.

There I said it. It's kind of nice to realize things like this.

I've always adored women. I've even allowed myself to get a bit nutty about a few of them, but only recently did I realize that (said as Jim Carrey) I like them alot. I could be having the worst night ever at work but if I've got a philly flirting with me it changes my whole mood. And I've seriously gotten more excited at smiles and curves and small raised eyebrows of flirt. And the lure of women has unconsciously adjusted how important my general appearance has become. Here's how:

1) My hair has become and important issue. The way it's cut and styled and how I wear it out.

2) Clothes. Gone are the Gym shoes and white sweat socks. Hello to brown shoes brown socks that actually match the kahkis I'm wearing.

3) Every conversation with women has now become a sad dissection of how and why I like them and if this could further lead to something else. Anything else. Am I laying it on too thick? Have I said she looks hot?

4) I've actually started to thinking about organizing stuff in my future house and how I can keep it clean and I spent 45 minutes cleaning my car out which came in handy last night.

Perhaps this is just a male biological clock. Perhaps as I apporch the big 30 I figure it may be time to meet "the One." Or I just need to have a bit more fun before I do.

Matt


:: Matt 1:49 PM [+] ::
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An Introduction

Hi, I'm Catch-22. I like to complicate people's lives. Would you like something to go easily? I'm gonna pull a big Negatory. Would you for instance like to start a new life in a new place? WOuld you like to actually be responsible for once and try and get stuff done early? Well hows this for a big wrench in the works? What if... say you find the perfect place for the perfect price? And have fill out the app but you need proof of work? But then, oh and here's the kicker, you need proof of employment in your new town.

And then make it so your easy to get job is complicated because they don't take interviews on Sunday now matter how dire the cirmcumstances?

Yeah, that should foul you up pretty good. See you at tax time.

:: Matt 1:24 PM [+] ::
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I don't always get it

Sometimes I understand intellectually but emotionally I just dont get it. If I'm out of beer. I'm out of beer, ya know. I'll drink OJ. I'll have a Coke and a smile. I'm NOT gonna whig out. I'm not lose it cause I don't have a beer.

What am I getting at is that I pretty much don't understand addiction. I'm a pattern guy. I slip into patterns. Right now it' involves waking up 4 hours before work and playing Galaxies until the absolute last second, drinking a coke and eating pizza. This is not an addiction.

Sometimes my pattern is to date women I shouldn't. This mostly involves women who have bad patterns and my attempt at the rescue.

And sometimes, though rarely, my pattern is to surf for porn on the internet. :)

I have a pattern about drinking and I only feel like it twice. It's after work and getting a frosty Boulevard Unfiltered Wheat from Fridays. And the other is playing Ping Pong at Toby's and like last night, I tend to sleep there. Other than that... drinking doesn't enter the scene outside of social engagements. These are never "alone" times.

And I grew up watching my mother battle smoking. She was on again/ off again all the time. She finally quit about three years before she died of lung cancer. There were many times she would freak is she lsot her patches or had no cigs. It was a bit much. Nothing crazy. I'm sure there are people in the world who dealt with things far worse. She would just yell and scream and then cry.

I always watched those after school specials where they have to intercede and tell someone they have a drinking problem. Something I always thought would become obvious to someone and I always thought when the time came I'd be able to step up. But when it's your best bud and you don't spend 24 hours watching his every habit and you don't necesarrily see him every day it's hard to have the necessarry proof. And maybe after the first two DWI's, you'd think he'd get it himself. And after the third he did a better job of calling for rides. And last month he went 30 days no drinking "just to see if he could." We'd party he'd drink Lipton Brisk. And afterwards he'd only drink two or three times a week. And somewhere in the last week he upped the drinking a bit and on Saturday was in an accident got his 4th DWI and is in Jail.

Jail.

In orange, having to hit the toilet in public, showering in front of felons, jail. And, my guess, will be there for six months or so.

This is my best bud. The bud who was going to move to Austin with me. I guess now, I'm glad he's not. Hopefully this is the wake up call he needs. And I admidt I got some guilt about all this. But he was doing so much better... he was understanding his addictive nature and how DARK DARK DARK he got when he drank. Which, of course, is why he couldn't ask for a ride. Dummy.

Not his faullt. The alcohols fault. Well tell it to the judge.

CALL A CAB!!!! 10 dollars or 10 months in jail!!!!!

No Moment of Zen. Inappropriate.
:: Matt 9:18 AM [+] ::
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It's ah... sad but true.

I actually spent money on the two disc special edition Supergirl DVD. If you haven't seen this movie well your missing a lot of "what could have beens." Could have beens happen alot. Superman II has a few. But that's in a few paragraphs. This movie was made in an age before women were action heros. Before Lara Croft was even a video game let alone a movie with Angelina and her nipples. Before Catwoman, and before there were many chicks who even picked up guns in movies and knew how to shoot them. (with the exception of course, of Princess Leia.)

So what did they screw up? Well, not the casting. Helen Slater is pretty enough to be supergirl, though today it would prolly be someone with a little more chiseled body and big boobs. But she's fair enough and works well as Supergirl and her alter-ego. Faye Dunaway as the bad guy. Peter O'Toole as Cara's father figure and Marc McClure as Jimmy Olsen. Where they did screw up was Hart Bochner. What a lousy actor this guy is. He's the love interest for both Supergirl and Faye Dunaways villian, Selena and THAT's impossible to buy. Course I say that and he turns out to be the guy from Die Hard who hits on McClane's wife. Most Famous Line: "Hans... buby, I can give 'em to ya." But he's just so goofy.

But where they DID screw up was this, and I'm quoting the director here: "Superman is the man of Steel, he's powerful. We wanted Supergirl to be Syle, agility and Grace." Has anyone picked up a Supergirl cartoon? She kicks ass. She supposed to kick ass. Who wants a love story? We want a CHICK KICKING ASS!! Who cares about Style and Grace. She's a FUCKING superhero not a debutante. Guess they should have cast Audrey Hepburn.

Now what's the real story, imho? The producers are idiots.

"Matt," I hear you say. "These are the same supposed idiots who made Superman I and II? How can they be idiots?" Well, I'll tell you. They fired Richard Donner on Superman II. He filmed 80% of it. The moments in Superman II that don't work are not Richard Donner. Did you know for instance he filmed a scene with Brando for II where Kent comes back to the fortress of Solitude to get his powers back. And Jor-El returns and in a very powerful scene like the Sistene Chapel God giving Adam life gives Kal-El all the remaining energy.
And Supe returns.

They changed the way Lois finds out he's Clark. Check out the DVD to Supe I to see this.

They made a great movie good. But if that's not enough for you.... Look at Superman III.

So Supergirl goes out of it's way to not be Superman and fails.... badly. The script is horrible, the story and dialogue BOTH suck and Helen Slater is hot in her little outfit. She doesn't exactly save herself in the end either.

No admittedly they had a better script and when Chris Reeve dropped out of the film at the 10th hour they had to do a rewrite and the ensuing film lost it's punch. But the directors a goofball. His audio commmentary makes audio commentarys look bad. If he didn't make me laugh and his sheer lack of anything that didn't involve style, elegance and grace. No john Williams... we wanted a more elegant score. Her landings are graceful.

And speaking of scripts I dug one up online and even it seems better than the movie turned out. How THAT happens I have no idea. It's here. Just skimming the first 20 or so pages it seems better.

But the good news is.... I only paid 12 bucks for it, used.

Oh and read my brothers review... here.

Check out this moment of Zenishness and this nice review.

Oh and what I want for my 30th.
:: Matt 4:49 PM [+] ::
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It's just hard.

I've been meaning to post really. But I've got so much on my mind.... none of it fit for here really, it would sound like I was whining.... so I'm trying nothing is really going on. I sometimes lead quite the boring life. And alhtough I am busy It does not mean it's at all interesting. And for that I'm sorry. Keep checking though... but keep it to once a week. Sometime I might find the time to write. Like when I move and nothing to do except start my new career.

I'm behind on movies too. Need to go see some.


:: Matt 5:36 PM [+] ::
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I think this is a kind of repost

I just watched Pushing Tin. For a real review go to the movies site.

But for this page I'll say what's really kinda wierd about is that this is when Billy Bob and Angelina were getting hooked up and you kinda tell in the movie. But this is my imaginary version of what she must be in real life. Sort of dark and mysterious while really just lonely and sweet and looking for someone to love. And As I stated somewhere way below it's what I like in women. This dichotomy. Crazy but sweet. A bitch but nice. Catty but loving. You know they appear one way but home alone they melt like butter around you. That
s what I love. Like I get see something special that no one else does. It's a just-for-me thing.

This is either really sweet or really placating my ego. It's tough to say. Or both.

Moment of a diametioc Angelina. Good girl and bad girl.
:: Matt 5:23 AM [+] ::
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A Damn bit a Drunkeness

I went to a Wedding last night. I do well at weddings, It's one of thse things I love to go to. If I thought I could get away with crashing a wedding (which realistically wouldn't be THAT hard, but more on that in a sec, I guess) I'd find one every weekend. It helps that about half the weddings I've gone to I've actually been IN the wedding. That makes meeting women really easy. You're in a tux (where you always look good) and then you have a title. "yeah, that's right, I'm the best man." Though it may be a bit much in the title. Best Man. If I'm the best man what's she doing marrying him? It should be the groom and some very nice men. (Thank you Jerry Seinfeld.)

There's just something about weddings where women realize they want to have one too and so you, as a male can go and pick them up. It's a snap. And last night I made out all right. But it was a damn bit o drunkeness.

And I woke up so early this morning (it's 7:18 AM) with a pounding headache, which was worsened by the fact I just want sleep.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM sleep.

I think crashing a reception is easy because neither the groom nor the bride are 1000% percent sure who they invited. Because there's always people on the other family side they don't know. So as long you never have to answer that question your gold. Just fit in, talk to people, dance and drink the free beer. I think it would be really easy. I may make a career out of this. Free food, free drink. I'm an actor... I can role play.

Plus I don't appreciate people who can't make the wedding itself and just go to the reception. They'll be none of that at my wedding. You're sitting through the wedding and your payment is the reception. No wedding no reception. And While I'm thinking about it I'm going to produce the hell out of my wedding. I'm gonna let her decide what she wants and doesn't and then I'm adding music under everything and a laser light show. Well maybe not lazers. But I heard about a guy, A GUY mind you, who rolled in on an elephant with women fanning him. Now that's a bit much. But I'm looking at about a 45 minute wedding with music that'll clip along but make it worth the time to buy the dress and rent the tuxes. Oh and as they say "Kiss the Bride" the trumpents from the "The Medal Ceremony" will blare we'll be introduced and off we go down the aisle man and wife.

All right, your moment of ZEN while I go back to sleep.

:: Matt 7:30 AM [+] ::
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For Those of Your who are Wondering

Why I havent' posted this time?

http://www.pvponline.com/archive.php3?archive=20030706
It's a week long comic and that's what I'm doing... there making fun of me but that's okay.... It's what I'm doing! I can't stop I WILL be a Bounty Hunter.

Moment of Zen
:: Matt 3:19 PM [+] ::
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I'm not really worried about it.

But people think I should be.

But I'm not.

Matt, what the hell are you talking about?

I'll tell you. In 2 months and 19 days I turn thirty. And it's not that big a deal. My soul isn't going to be crushed. Yes, I agreed I'm not working in my chosen profession and that I party like a rock star with 24 year olds and 19 year old girls have crushes on me.

Perhaps I don't care cause... your only as old as you feel. And part of the beauty of working with youngsters is you feel young.

19 year old girls wanting to make out with you makes you feel good as well I should add. Increases the size of my ego.

But uh... you know I'm moving. When I make the inevitable move in September I'll be set on a path to better improve that job situation.

So I''ll probably be 33 by the time I have my first kid. So I'll be 50 by the time he/she's in college. 60 by the time the last one hits.

But it's okay. By then I'll be rich and we won't have to worry that my life is hard. I'll have lots o' cash and time to relax. I'll live long. Cause I relaxed.

I had a women sit at my bar yesterday. She was turning thirty. She was really sad about it. I told her I'm turnig thrity soon and she said to me... "Yeah, but with men you just grow distinguished."

I said, "Good, I always wanted to be distinguished."

So yay, I guess I am. Your moment of Zen.
:: Matt 12:48 PM [+] ::
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Just do it. For me

You've read his blog, I hope, and now read his fabulous commentary about "The Story of Bread."

Lileks is so funny. Read his damn story of bread thing. I laughed till tears fell. I don't laugh like that a lot. I'm a hard customer to make laugh. So if you want to laught read the Story of Bread. Please.

It's not gonna kill you. I've got nothing else to say. IN the time you've been reading this you could have instead been reading The Story of Bread with Lileks commentary. Go now.

There's no point in reading this. No moment of zen. Just The Story of Bread.

:: Matt 5:15 AM [+] ::
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Wellllll, excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me!!!!

This is, of course, a (fitting) reference to Steve Martin from the 1970's when he often hosted Saturday Night Live. He's funny with his sharp and smart sense of humor. How many got that reference?

Well I've been finding lately that having a keen sens of pop culture doesn't impress many people. Somehow the fact that I can quote most of Ghostbusters 90% of Vacation and remember Adam Sandler on Remote Control with Ken Ober and COlin Quinn. My sis and I would use my Electronic Jeopardy game set and play answer quesions about Brady Physics. I ruled this game. When Who Wants to be A Millionaire would wait till the 32,000 marker to ask their pop questions I'd end up winning 250,000 everytime. Which I guess means I know other stuff too,

But in real life no cares. Some do. The people I surround myself with do, cause they think it's sad but funny. But it seems the fact that I can name two shows with Erin Gray in the 1980's or that Joel Higgins was on a show after Silver Spoons called Best of the West.

By the way it was Buck Rogers and Silver Spoons.

So anyway looking for the Punky Brewster theme song Or the movie Brewsters Millions with Richard Pryor and John Candy. Send me e-mail.

Or which Cory was in Stand By Me?

Or what was the Sausage King of Chicago's name?

Or which Cheer star was in The Empire Strikes Back?

Just email me. It's ratteling around in my head. Like a plague.

And now your sad sad moment of Zen

:: Matt 12:11 AM [+] ::
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Been Down.

Hod no internet lately. Apparently something with something wasn't registered right into the big computer. So we called they they took the thing and made the thing work. So we have internet again

Here's what I learned while not having the internet for a while. There are other things to do. Like I could write on either of the two screenplays I'm working on. (one's writing itself I should add, that's a new happenstance.) Or I could watch TV. Or some commentaries I've been meaning to get around to. Or I could actually get a full 8 hours sleep. That's pretty damn amazing.

But I love internet, obviously I just manages to gorp about 3 hours out of my day. EVERY day. My three hours before work consist of reading (andf occasionally answering) e-mail then all my favrotie movie gossip sites, a star Wars site or 2, Lileks (link on them left) and some MLB.com action. By then it's time to shower and go to work.

After work, I'm talking online or playing Galaxies.... ( I know, I know, give it a few more weeks and ALL the bugs should be gone.) Frankly I'm amazed too.

The internet is a great source of info or helping out people with similar interests and not leastly giant wastes of time.

Like my moment of Zen.
:: Matt 3:20 PM [+] ::
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On Writing.... But first

All right, I didn't want to have to do it. I'm not a gossip monger. To be truthful I didn't even believe it when I heard about it. But I just gotta... so I will.

Ashton and Demi.

I mean I dig, Ashton. He's funny. That 70's Show and and his crazy Punk'd show on MTV. He honestly makes me laugh. But JESUS he's schnarking Demi Moore. How does this happen? It's not like he's the Leo DiCaprio. This guy did Dude, Where's My Car.

Perhaps I'm jealous, she IS hot. But you know what, I love Bruce Willis. And yes, I understand they divorced and all but.... I could never get on Bruce's bad side. That guy's my guy. I watched him since Moonlighting. Die Hard 12 monkeys. I dig this guy.

But now... he's come out and said he's happy for her? And now, thing, of all things he showed up and the Charlie's Angels premiere with her, the kids and Ashton? How did this happen are the planets colliding? Is the moon turning to blood? Just like in Demi's movie the Seventh Sign?

I'm done talking about it.

Only to say that when it comes to Demi and Ashton... you know who's in control of that relationship. She's prolly really naughty in bed.

Sorry about that.

Writing.

I actually like writing. I like the kilickety klack of the keyboard. I like watching words appear. Forming thoughts and ideas. And I think that sometimes... my ideas are worth putting out there. Despite what you think about the above.

But writing is hard. I'm in the middle of Draft four... well technically I'm just starting draft four but it's been about 2-4 months of prep work. Coming up with a fresh idea on something you've all ready written can be difficult especially when bits of the draft 3 you love. But sometimes you have to bolloks and shove it out the window and rethink your idea.

But I'm into draft four and I just stare at the screen alot thinking. Waiting for something brilliant to be written. So I write and it's only okay so I highlight it, delete it and try again. Then I think "I know what I WANT to write. Why won't it happen!" You think stuff like "I want this scene to be like the scene in Godfather II when Michael catches Kay with the kids and shuts the back door on her." But it turns out to the ostrich scene in Dude, Where's my Car.

And I have to be in a mood to write, I think. Can't just sit down with an idea and go. Well, I guess I can. That's what my blog is anyway. 20 minutes of writing down the passing thought I had. So I guess it could be better. But then it's not as fun. Suddenly it becomes arduous. And I want it to be fun. I want to just write the phrase "Geez Arduous looks like it's spelled wrong... what a wierd word." Without then researching why arduous is spelled so odd. (which I tried to look up but to no avail.)

But I have to be in a mood to write. Especially to help convey the mood of the scene. If someone's trying to be in love than I have to put my place there. If someone's getting sexed up it helps to be a little randy. And that can take it out you more than staring at the glowing screen. Emotionally and physically.

But the results. When you've actually written something people like... you kinda feel smart. I actually put words together in a way people thought was cool and I feel cool because it. Cause often times I find myself unarticulate with my mouth. My mouth gets ahead of my brain. Only the keyboard can keep up and I love it. We're like in synch. Not at all like Backstreet.

You saw that coming didn't you?

And then, cursor flashing, I wonder where was this going? What was point of this? Then I look at my thesis... oh yeah.... geez writing is hard.

:: Matt 11:40 AM [+] ::
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I know I know I know I know

I haven't written. I was just up and running and now I'm down again. I 'm sorry... there was moving, then Vegas again, and then the stupid beta thing that I'm not allowed to talk about and work and my sis' birthday and well... just... work. Plus my screenplay, draft 4, which I've got to have written by the end of summer cause I think we've finally found the hook. And it will work.

Some other interesting movie news, The Spyglass films production company, which has held the rights to The Hitchhikers movie is finally moving forward again after pausing for a few years to morn Douglas Adams. If you've never read these books... get on the farkin' ball.

I should prolly mention a bit about my view on this Sammy Sosa thing. Everyone seems to be sure he had a pretty good idea what the fark he was doing when he grabbed the bat. This guys been in a slump he might wanted a bit of juice. But from all accounts this guys got like a hundred bats he could have mistook. I'm not saying he's innocent... no one will ever know for sure except Sammy ... but to come back from a 7 suspension after being out all ready a lot of this season and hit a dinger out of the park.... well ... it says a lot about this man's dedication to the game.

but enough about Baseball. I've been watching Movies galore lately... just not reviewing them on the other site. But I'll get to it. Tommorow's blog: Writing.

And now you're moment of Zen, which I actually saw in Vegas.



:: Matt 4:40 AM [+] ::
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Moving

I hate moving. I like being in a new place. I like the restart. I hate the getting my sh*t from one place to another. Putting sh*t in boxes carrying out to the van.... pulling it off the van carrying it into the new place. UN packing it.Oh it's miserable.

But I do like moving to a new place.

This isn't the big move I should add. This is the across town, lease is up move. So not only am I doing this move. I have the giant one in Sept.

Plus Vegas on Monday. So cram moving into to 2 days then leave for a vacation to Vegas. SO if suddenly the blog gets slow again, you'll know why. When I'm back next Friday I'll start right up again. I'll probably keep writing just as a break from backing up sh*t.

:: Matt 1:18 PM [+] ::
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Just a Little Geek in Everyone

I have some geek tendancies. The whole Star Wars/ STar Trek things. The answer to life the Universe and Everything is 42. I have a web site. I know some HTML. I have the geek in me.

But how much I wondered. Thank god for this test that only made me a second level Geek.

http://www.innergeek.us/geek.html

Go and check it out for yourself.

:: Matt 12:58 PM [+] ::
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BEER!

If you've read my previous blog you'll know I'm a beer drinker. And I like lots of different beer. I have preferences. But for the most part if it's beer I'll probably drink it.

Well almost. Bud Light is about as low quality as I'll go. I'm not really into the Beast, or Natty Light. My friend Eli buys thirty packs of Keystone light. It's all right but the price is too hard to pass up. But really I'd rather chug a Bud Light. And Coors just has a funky taste.

Oh and yes I did steal this idea from Lileks. His link is left. He doesn't like Corona very much.

So here's the list:

5. Springfield Brew Company's Pale Ale. Their pale ale is alot different from say Boulevards. but it's great it's one of those that you throw a lemon in and it's awesome.


4. Amber Bock. It's a great dark beer. The biggest downside to it is that it fills you up right quick. Not quite as bad as Guiness which fills me up after a glass but Amber Bock does the trick. I'll share a sick story with you if you dare toread on. At a birthday party I drank too much while enjoying Amber Bock and puked. It came out orange. Really odd.

3. Sam Adams. Sam is smooth and good. On taste alone this a great lager and I enjoy it a lot. My friend Jeff, who brews his own beer has his IPA which I believe tastes alot like Sammy so it's prolly his best beer.

2. Bud Light. Mmmmmmmmm. Bud Light is tasty. It's quite the refreshing beer. easy to drink and good on the taste buds. I'll include heavy Bud in this one as well as they are so similiar but heavy bud had a little better taste to it. Bud light tastes like Diet Coke to a Coke drinker. Fine on it's own but when compared to the other there is other choice. Jeff hasn't figured out how to make this yet. The last sample I tried tasted like perfume.

1. All time Number one Favorite beer. Boulevard Unflitered Wheat Throw a lemon in this bad boy and you have a drink that is not only refreshing but quite tasty on the sour side of things. This is my after a hard day of work drink.

So next time I visit your humble abode, give me a beer. It's what I like.
:: Matt 12:23 PM [+] ::
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Lots of Bud at Busch

So we get up about 9 everyone's tired. Horribly so. Well all shower... listen to Howard Stern. Eli has it in his head to cook some eggs. But he wants me to do it. I think he's nuts. No sleep. My day off. I tink not.

So we pile back into Carter's jeep and off we go. We stop at pitchers grab some food. It's 11:15 now. I drink 2 pints while havng a pile of chicken fingers. That's 32 ounces for those keeping count.

We buy some bleacher seats from guys who charge us 20 bucks a pop. Into Busch, which is really a great stadium and why they would want to build a new one. It has so much history and damn it's just fun. And I'm a Cubs fan. But as we come from Wrigley.... history and nice parks are a main stay to us.

We've been discussing all weekend how this rivarly between the Cubs and Cards is really friendly for the most part. Your not gonna get jacked in the parking lot for wearing a Cubs hat. Theirs meaness I'm not getting passed that but it's a funny one. Guys wearing "www.cubssuck.com" shirts.
Other guys wearing shirts of a bear cub molesting a Cardinal. But as proof in every group of 4 or 5 guys there were three Cards hats and one Cubs. Everywhere. "there's one in every group" became the favored phrase of the day.

Inside the park we pick up our silver plated Cards money clip.

Into the bleachers grabbing our first beer a 24 ounce can of Bud Light.

Matt Morris pulls out a helluva game. This guy. He’s so good. The problem is that Might Mo can’t pitch 9 innings all season long. I mean in today’s game he pitches 105 pitches and knocks out the Cubs in 2 hours and 5 minutes. That’s some talent. I mean, the Cubs are idiots. They were first pitch swinging all over that game. It’s been there downfall of late.

Into the third inning. Zambrano the Cubs pitcher is doing a great job but the Cards score on a Big BIG E. So it’s not an earned run. But things look dismal as the Cubs 3 up and 3 down in the top of the fourth. I need a hot dog and a new beer. At the concession stand they are 32 ounce beers. So that’s 78 beers by time inning seven rolls around.

And the game’s flying by not just cause of all the beer but because of the pitching. Bottom of the seventh we bring in Farnsworth. Bottom of the seventh Last Call. One more beer the 24 oz. Bringing the damn total to 112 oz. That’s a bit too much beer for a four hour period.

The final humiliation is Pujols’ home run in the eighth. 2-0 win.

Well, there’s some “in your face” toward the Cubs fans from the cards fans but it’s all in good fun. After all the Cubs are 4-23 at Busch.

On the way out my Buddies are cheering at Cards fans causing a raucous. I’m tired and drunk and quickly pass out in the back of the jeep.

An hour and half later we arrive at Eli’s Granny’s and I awake feeling just tired more than anything. I cook up some stakes we eat all good. Then everyone who hadn’t slept start to. No I demand. Let’s go home I’ll drive if I have to.

Well, I have to.

So we jump in the trusty jeep and off we go. And hour later we hit Cuba. And my head is pounding. It’s as if I’m hungover. I guess I am. I grab some water and a hydrating energy drink at the gas station. I’m cruising at 80. I just want to go home. Finally everyone awakes. We talk about the game and how the Cubs “What!” lost. We’re still 1.5 games up.

Arriving home, Cuba our only stop, at 8:45. So tired. I drive my half a car home. So sad. But really quite a great weekend. Well, day… well, really 20 hours. But it seems like three days…. To you, too, don’t it.

And now….. your moment of Zen.

:: Matt 1:33 PM [+] ::
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The Mist

Have you ever read Stephen King's short story The Mist? Basically the lead gets stuck in a grocery store with his son when a crazy storm passes through the town and leaves a fog. When someone tries to leave they get caught in a spider web. Suddenly it's giant spiders, bugs, flying bats and something with giant testicles... er... tentacles.

So about an hour after leaving SGF the mist lowers. And everyone but Carter, who's driving, and myself stuck in the back of his Jeep, are asleep. Its' hard maintaining a convo from that distance. He's driving between 45 and 60 in this mess. And as so many of you know, this damn drive on 44 sucks anyway let alone only going half the speed. So in Rolla he pulls over and I'm about to grab shotgun, when Carter asks if I can drive cause he's sick of driving in the mess. So I maintain the 45-60 speeds. Ocassionally hittin Seventy when we're at the right altitude.

About 4 AM we finally get to Eli's Grandmother's house. His brother is up waiting for us. He tries to pass out beer but everyone passes. Gilbert and Carter pass out on the couch's. We hang and talk for a while but eventually I grab some quilts and a pillow and start to sack on the living room floor. And the granfather clock is ticking....

I'm not a light sleeper BUT I have a hard time falling asleep with noise in the room. A clicking clock is like a clamour of clacking clams. Just make it stop. But now it ticks... ticks... ticks... ticks. And then it bing bong bing bongsat the quarter ... then the half then the three quarter. it's now 5:30 AM.

I finally can't take it anymore and climb into his grandmothers bed.... I should prolly mention she's in Spain. Didn't want to freak anyone out.

So I'm finally sleep and its' prolly a good 1/2 hour of sleep when my clock alrm goes off. It was set for 8 to hit the casinos. But it's like 6:00 and it's going off. AParrently when the phone auto updates the time it sets off the alarm. It took three times of it going off before I realize what the hell is going on. So it's back to sleep for like 10 minutes when an alrm in the house starts going off.

Where's it coming from? I start to follow the sound but then it shuts off. Yeah, back to sleep.

10 mintues later .... wake up. Alarm again. It's loud. They'll turn it off again. They don't I get up and walk into the hall. It may be coming from Eli. As I'm about to open the door it stops. Well it stops. Back to bed.

10 minutes later ... wake up. Alarm. Again. Stop it. It does.

10 minutes later ... wake up. Who's alarm? make it stop! It doesn't I keep looking for it. It won't stop. In the hall. F@#k it. I'll close my door. I do. It doesn't soften. It's coming from inside my room! Wait, no it's not. It's coming from down stairs. It's Eli's brother. He has to be at work at 8 but as he was up with us he keeps snoozing. It's Still GOING! How can he not even wake up. Make it stop. I may have cried at this point. I just want to sleep.

Finally sleep manages to envelop me. MMMMMMMM sleep. And it's 9 AM. The day of the game. But that's tommorow. This is long enough.
:: Matt 2:35 PM [+] ::
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Works sucks

I hate work. I used to not mind the annoying cooks I worked with. They do their job, not always right, but do it under tough situations and lots of pressure and for that I could be forgiving. However when you start fucking with my life I then must kill you.

Maybve kill is too much. We're leaving as soon as I'm off work to go to St. Louis for some Casino fun and Cubs/ Cards. Can't wait.

So I show up to work bags packed awaiting the seven hours till the doors lock and I'm off. 'Cept our Fry guy calls in. And the guy working back-up... it's his last night.... he does not want to stay until 10. I ask him to do what he can and we'll make sure he gets out early. THEN....

Our Broil cook calls in no realizing he was even supposed to work tonight. He Eventually shows up at 7:30. THEN....

Our Dishwasher quit. It's covered but by some yokel who has never done it before.

Now I'm pissed. Down a real dishwasher down a fry guy..... why haven't I walked out yet?

So our fry guy pretty much finishes his close and jets at 9:30. 20 minutes of work left come cleaning and covering. Our dishwasher is backed up.

I finish my close.... fninish fry..... 10:30. Start cleaning the floors normally a 25 minute job for three people..... BUT with two people a 40 minute job. I help DISH finish. It's 11:45 .... so here's how the trip BEGINS...........

More tommorow..... my head hurts and everything that smells bad makes me wanna puke.



:: Matt 10:28 PM [+] ::
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