Mattlog

Christmas

I've stated before that I'm a creature of habit. And not always good habits. Gina calls them patterns. Whatever they are good or bad I got 'em. Falling for the same type of women, drinking the same types of beer playing the same games.

Christmas for me is the same way. And in this case I definitely encourage it. Same songs, by the same artists. My dad's Scrooge village, same pretty tree, same ornaments from when I was five.

Open boxes scattered on the floor wrapping paper popping up in the padding of the couch.

Turkey, ham, fireplace, beer, Coca-cola, cold weather.

Without these things it would not be Christmas.

So another year has passed, my thirtieth, and it's still great. Is it the childish attatchments we make? Is it the free sutff? What makes it great?

I think it's that everything manages to stop for a day or two. Little news, no work, everyone sitting around playing cards, watching TV, eating.

It's great. If I someday meet a sane woman, someday, I think I should marry I will imbue these tradtions on her.

It's a must. Put up with my insane Christmas habits, my love of Star Wars, and laugh at everything *I* think is funny. Then well your marriage material. :)

Hope you had a great Christmas, I'm looking forward to the New Years Party... whatever that may consist of. Now if only I can find some one to make out.... I mean kiss at midnight.

Matt

And since my dad lives three miles away form the nearest cable modem, I'm dealing with Dial up here so here's the link to the pic, I'd post in honor of Christmas. My dad's church in snow.

Funny Link

My brother passed this along to me thought I would share.

http://www.michaeltotten.com/archives/000196.html

Matt

Working work work

I worked 11 days straight before my last day off. (Thursday)

The day before I worked a double.

The day after a double.

Saturday close

Sunday a double.

Tomorrow a double.

Tuesday. A double.

My flight leaves 10 Am on Wednesday to be home fore Chirstmas.

I'd launch into a blog about Christmas. But I'm tired.

I ate alot tonight.

Speaking of which Jeff left (another) leftover in your fridge.

Come Friday I'll probably blog. But till then have a Happy Holiday.

And to all of you celebrating Jo-jo bick Fa Ha this year.... a special Narg Narg to you and yours.

Matt

Return of the King

I... uh.... just returned from a midnight screening of Return of the King.

I'm pretty well speechless.

My heart was literally pounding at the end of the movie. What happens to Frodo? And the ring?

It was only similiar to the reveal in Empire Strikes Back when Vader reveals he's Luke's father.

Literally pounding.

I'm not just saying this as a geek. This is probably one of the best movie going expierences you will ever have.

It shatters my inner child to say this... but this could possibly be the best movie trilogy ever made.

I must meditate on this now.

It's all I have. Will write more later.

Matt

More Video

For the holiday season.

Matt

Video Blog here. Guess it could be a Vlog.

For those with slower connections, right click on the link and "Save Target As...."

That will download it and you watch it when it's done.

People

I am an elitist. I'm shouldn't be. A man in my position. As in, no position. But, cheese and rice, some people need to go. Jeff had this theory (I guess has, but I haven't heard him mention it in a while) abotu people called Silo People.

These are people, who when locked in a Silo, with a big button that says "push this for the way out" would dying trying to figure how to get out.

These are the people who can't figure out how to work a gas pump.

These are the people who use cash in the credit only line.

These are the people who are so unbelievably dumb you just blink when they talk. You can't believe someone would actually say that.

Here's a pic.

At work we have this photo of Louis Armstrong playing the trumpet in the bathroom. He's seated next to a bathroom sink, cheeks puffed, blowing on his horn. Presumably he's playing in the bathroom for good acoustics. You all got that right. I didn't have to explain it.

I had four people all turn and look at the picture. And one said, "Don't ask me what he's doing in the bathroom." The other said, "A trumpet in the bathroom?"

Now even if if your not quick enough to pick up the acoustics bit... just look at the pic. It's great. Louis Armstrong with a trumpet in the bathroom. It's a classic pic. WHY EVEN QUESTION THIS? It's a picture. It's art. If nothing else.

Well as Dennis Miller once said, "one man's Screech is another man's Moliere."

Love that.

SO anyway, next time you see someone so unbelievably dumb, send them to the Silo. Jeff's got the coordinates.

One last thing, remember a few posts ago I wrote about that timless 80's movie (if there is such a thing) Can't Buy Me Love. Well this new movie Love Don't Cost a Thing (they stole that from J-Lo in case it was hard to reference) is a remake of Can't Buy Me Love. I'm not making this up. In the commercial you can see it. On the web site, here, you can see it at the bottom. It says story based on the screenplay "Can't Buy Me Love."

Odd. Almost Zen like the circle of thinking it causes.

Haven't we all wanted to do this to a boss.

I'm Thick.

It'th my allergieth. They came back with a vengenthe thith year.

I feel fine with the exception of post-nasal drip and coughing due to a throat covered in dried snot.

Thorry, I'll thtop.

At anyrate despite these inconviences I really feel fine and oddly enough when I wake is when I feel best. As the day goes on I deteriorate. I may hole myself up in my bedroom where my air fliter is. Maybe that's why I feel so good.

It just makes work harder to deal with.

Isn't funny how guys become big babies when they're sick. Ooooh my nose. It's sore. My coughing sucks. oh, Box of Kleenex you're the onbly person who understands. Your towels so soft. With lotion. Of course. Because you've already burned through two rolls of toilet paper and realized how sore your nose was.

So I haven't posted much for that reason. I got a couple of things built up so as soon as I feel better I'll let write 'em.

All right and NOW.... your moment of Zen.

Sunset.

It's Actually Been A Year

Wow. A whole year. Crazy.

one year ago my blog look like this.

http://www.ferristech.net/users/matt/Journal/journal.htm
And then upgraded to this.

http://www.ferristech.net/users/matt/Journal/2002_12_01_JournalArchive.html
And I was talking about stuff. And the moments of Zen began.

And I was funny from time to time.

I bared alot more there than I do here with lines like:

Love should make you happier than you've ever been. So there.

That;s just my drunken opinion. I don't think I'm wrong.

OR even more thought provoking lines like:

I'll be spending Christmas eating Salisbury Steak and drinking Coke cause my beer is buried in the car.

Or the ever so telling:

This is prolly one of those random things I'm gonna post that'll some day come back and bite me in ass, but I'm gonna say it. A hot chick will do me in everytime.

All these great moments and more have happened to me in the past year. I moved. I made out with chicks. I went to Sundance.

Wow, what a year.

It seems like only yesterday I worked at Applebee's and was writing a screenplay. Wait.... that sounds familiar.

A bit TOO familiar.

At anyrate just wanted to announce the yearage. No comments back then but good reading none the less.

Wow. Who knows what next year will bring. A new movie. A new girlfriend. And maybe I'll finally come out of that coma.

Matt

Last year.

Me now.

They Changed Flavors

They changed flavors on Spree. Did you get a letter? I didn't get a letter. Green is not Lime anymore it's Green Apple. Red is different and I have no idea what it is.

DO you remeber when they changed Good and Fruity's? they used to be so good then they changed it. And they sucked. Not as good.

Why does this happen?

The only good change to a candy ever made was adding the light blue to sweet tarts. Great Idea. But they added... not changed.

All I know is people should have consulted me.

Matt

And now your moment of Zen.

Which, of course, reminds me of my favorite joke.

A dog walks into a shop to send a telegram. He writes: "woof woof woof. Woof. Woof woof. Woof woof. Woof." He hands to the clerk who reads it over and says, "just so you know it's 10 words for the same price if you want to add another woof." The dog replies, "That wouldn't make anysense."