Ok, looks like I’m going

by | Jun 15, 2001 | Imported Entry

Ok, looks like I’m going to see Tomb Raider tonight. You know I’ll let you know how it is when I get back. Just a quick blurb to let you know that the bio and the moodbox are now working. I finally got around to it. Please be warned, for those of you who hate and loath popup boxes, thats what the “moodbox” is. It’s a small 300 x 150 pop up window. There’s no images, only text, it loads nearly instantly, you read it then close it. Thats it. Just thought I’d let you know. Later.

Well, the animation festival was

by | Jun 15, 2001 | Imported Entry

Well, the animation festival was great. Don Hertzheld makes me laugh. “Rejected” was awesome. Can’t wait for the DVD in 2002. At any rate, it was a fun time had by all. Except for Derrick who, through a mix up in driving schedules, was shafted and left on his door step. I’ll let him and Dave straiten that out. I’m not getting in the middle of it. Boston was fun as always. My favorite city on the planet is alive and well. I grabbed a copy of the Phoenix to see what the concert season is going to be like. It should be great. There’s far to many bands coming to town to mention it here. I’ll just let you know about each one as I go to it. Speaking of which, it looks like Ani has been confirmed for Sunday. That should be kick ass. Also Chris told me that Darren Emerson is coming to town in a week or two. I’m definatly looking forward to that as well. Ok, breakfast time. Later.

I’m pissed off. This is

by | Jun 14, 2001 | Imported Entry

I’m pissed off. This is gonna be long, so buckle up. Ok, this afternoon my dad asked me to go to the store to get some poster-board to make a chart for him. I ended up going to Walmart. I hate Walmart here, everyone is stupid, slow and inconsiderate, todays trip was no exception. After entering the store, finding the board and heading towards the register I stop at what appears to be an open lane. I head over towards it and see a single person standing by it. Not in the lane mind you, just at the opening, like where the candy usually is. Gramps is taking his sweet ass time looking at candy and since he doesn’t appear to have anything else going on, I walk around him towards the register. As soon as I do, his wife, a young 80 years herself, jumps out from one of the other isles and grabs his things and trys to cut me off. I, in a hurry, decide not to let that happen. So, being younger than the fossil, I move in front of her and the cashier starts to check my things out. From behind me I now hear multitudes of profanity and whispering. I turn around and say “If you have something to say, say it TO me, not AT me.” The old ding bat then looks at me and without blinking an eye says “that was so rude, you knew he was in line and you walked right around him, I hope you trip and break your neck going through the parking lot.” I’m now quite taken back. I had never expected to hear that coming out of an old persons mouth, let alone towards me. And let me just say that, if it had appeared that the gentleman was indeed in line, I wouldn’t have walked around him. Ok, to continue. As I’ve now been insulted, I’m begining to get angry, but I’m remaining quite. She then spurts out with “you young punks are all the same, rude as hell, I hope you die.” Thats it, now I’m pissed. This part is no joke, I like intimidation and like to use it where nessisary. I take off my sunglasses very slowly, Tony Soprano style, look at her and say with a completely strait face, “Lady, he might have been in line, but he was 10 feet back there, and you, you can suck my dick, and, while you’re at it, I hope you have a heartattack trying to get into you car.” I turn back to the cashier who is waiting for the money for the thing I’m buying, hand her a few dollars and say “some people are just militant assholes when they get old.” But this old bats not done. She then continues by saying the classic “Look here sonny” followed by “I’ve got enough things wrong with me, I don’t need you talking back to me.” I put the sunglasses back on and say “as if I don’t have anything wrong with me.” “You don’t look it, you punk” she replies. I’m done with her, turn to the cashier, pick up my things and as I look back to leave, I say “Have a nice day, hope you die soon ” and then smile really big. Now, as most of you who know me will say, this doesn’t sound like Matt. He’s usually not rude to anyone, and certainly nothing like that. Well, let me just say, that if she had simply said I was rude, I would have let it go, but as soon as she told me that she hoped I broke my neck and died, that was the line. I wouldn’t take that kind of abuse when I was working as a sales associate at a store, and I’m certainly not going to take it from some random lady in Walmart. She crossed the line and so mild mannered Matt got pissed and made sure she knew it. Arg. I appologize for the profanity, wait, no I don’t. I’m still pissed. But at least I get to hang out with the guys tonight, I’m sure they’ll get a laugh out of this. I know I didn’t. Later.

Well, what a random and

by | Jun 14, 2001 | Imported Entry

Well, what a random and semi-productive day. Today was a continuation of the “Find Matt a Job” project. If you need any web work done this summer, I’m your man. I’m cheap! Really, will work for food! Kidding. At any rate, I was reading some blogs/journals today and caught up on what everyone I haven’t seen yet has been up to. Jason’s dealt with raccoons, Derek moved to Wilton, Chips been workin’ a lot and spending quality time with the girlfriend, Dave’s been sick, then better, then sick. Around 9ish, Chip came over and we headed into Nashua for a brief stop at B&N and then on to Bickford’s. I wish stuff around here was open later. Even places like Bickford’s and IHOP are only open till around 12. There’s a Denny’s but it’s pretty crappy. And even if places were open later, there’s no guarantee that some of the idiots who live around here wouldn’t find it. Let me put it a different way. When you’re sitting there, having a nice cup of coffee and a group of at least 15 kids walk in, who obviously just got their drivers licenses, and you lose faith in the future leaders of the world… you know you live in NH. Maybe it’s not just here; maybe the kids have gotten stupider all over the world. I hope not. But to them I say, with all ernst and enthusiasm… “Pull up your god-damn pants!” I mean, please, I honestly don’t need to know what color boxers you have on today. I’m all for creative freedom when I comes to fashion, but if you have pants that are measured in a diameter and not in a length, you might as well just buy a skirt because you look just as stupid. Arg. I’m done ranting. At any rate, hanging out with Chip was good, and I get to hang out with the guys tomorrow night, so things are starting to look up. Ok, I’m going to bed. I’ll let you know how that animation fest is. Later.