weB LOG: greg matusic

I’m referring to February. One day it’s there, next day it’s March. March is certainly living up to it’s “in like a lion” label. Cold as a _______’s _______. Fill in the blanks however you wish - just make sure it’s an extreme simile (I’m pretty sure that’s the one that uses “like” or “as”). One thing I noticed on the way to work this morning: smoke from smokestacks looks really cool on frigid days. It almost looks phony, like it’s CGI smoke. I also noticed that people on the Thruway drive slower in the cold, so I suppose this weather has a few benefits.

OK… back to work.

Seeing that January ‘07 is ending in a little over an hour, I figured I should enter a January blog post. Now I suppose I could stop here and claim “mission accomplished”, and that would be true, but instead I’ll just start typing what comes to mind and you’ll have to be happy with that. The first thing that comes to mind is how much my typing skills have improved over the past few years. Seriously, my “cadet” fingers (a golf glove term that translates to “short and stubby”) are FLYING across the keys right now. So once in a while I have to backspace to edit, but I claimed to be fast, not perfect. Dubya is curled up next to me on the luuuuv seat, and we’re watching the final episode of Bravo’s “Top Chef”. It’s between Marcel, the Heatmiser-looking dude, and Ilan, the guy who looks like the Queer Eye food guy whose name I can’t remember right now. Their final task is “cook the best meal you can”, five courses for eight judges. Seems pretty cool. Cook what you know and knock our socks off. That seems like a fair way to judge the better chef. Why Dubya isn’t wearing the Top Chef apron I got her for Christmas - I have no idea. I wear my Giants t-shirt when I watch Giants’ games, and my Yankee shirt when I watch (most) Yankee games (the are so many games, and I only have two Yankee shirts). I have some laundry going downstairs that I really hope I don’t forget. My bath towels are in there, and I’ll need those first thing in the a.m. after the gym. I’ve been trying to get to the gym every weekday morning, and I went Monday thru Thursday last week. Haven’t been there this week, but I’ve been going in to work at like 6:30 to finish a project (which turned out really well - the opening two sections of an interactive demo for a local bank’s online banking system. I just got the go-ahead this morning to finish the remaining sections, and I intentionally over-estimated the delivery time, so there’s no need to rush - at least yet…). Me Mum and Pop got me an iPod for Christmas, one of the small ones with no screen that clips on to your shirt sleeve, pocket, whatever. I absolutely love it. Very convienient and simple to use. I look forward to using it when I start mowing the lawn in a few months. It’s been SOOOOOOOOOO frigging cold lately. It got up to the high 20’s today, and it felt comfortable. How sad is that? But you know what? It’ll be Spring before you know it. And then baseball will be here, and all will be back to normal. So they’re grilling (ha!) the final two chefs on the show right now. Both are trying to justify the mistakes they made while prepping their meals. Marcel is getting kind of squirmy. Ilan is trying to justify being an ass to Marcel. I just asked Dubya if she would wear her Top Chef apron when they announce the final decision, and she seemed cool with that idea, but she’s still sitting here. She just asked if I asked her that so I could type it. She’s a smart coookie. I’ll go get it for her…Done and done. I told her that I had to because I typed that I got it for her. She’s wondering what else I’m going to type her doing. Hmmmm… She slowly moved her hand across his - OH! Here’s the winner of the show… It… is… Ilan. Dubya’s a little upset. I’m happy. Marcel was a dink. Well, so was Ilan, but he was the lesser of two dinks. OK - I have to get that laundry. We’ll see you (more often?) in February.

Later.

G

*The Queer Eye food dude is Ted.

A big part of the holiday season has always involved me, a TV, and some holiday specials. This year wasn’t any different, as I tried to catch at least a few moments of the classics. Here’s a list of what I was able to see:

1. A Charlie Brown Christmas - Probably my favorite of them all. I remember watching it with my Pop when I was a wee lad. When it ended I started to cry, because it was over and I wouldn’t see it again until next Christmas (this was the arly 1970’s - no dvds’s, vcr’s dvr’s, ipods’ etc.) So if anyone claimed to have seen Rudolph “like a hundred times” before 1980 or so, you could call them an f-ing liar, because that would have been impossible. Unless they were named Rankin or Bass - then I could see that as being plausible. Anyway, I asked my dad to see if they would play it again, so he opened the window (28th floor of a 33 story apt. building) and yelled out, “Hey! Play Charlie Brown again!” or something like that. And I was so happy, because I thought that they may be able to hear him and they might just air it over again. Or maybe I was happy that Pop was making an effort to have them play it again. Now this happened when I was around 4 years old, so this next part may not be accurate, but I think I remember someone yelling, “Shut the f*** up!” after Pop yelled out the window. OK - I’m pretty sure that didn’t happen, but it makes for a slightly better story. OK, so I watched this again this past year. It’s just as good as it was back in the day.

2. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer - Watched it. Kind of got distracted a few times. Rudolph’s voice is pretty annoying. Burl Ives really looked like a snowman. Wendi and I saw a woman at Target a few nights later that looked like the Bumble.

3. Santa Claus is Coming to Town - I saw the first 10 minutes, and then we decided to watch an episode of House. This one was okay, but it was kind of like Rudolph’s slow cousin. I dunno… Some the the songs are pretty good. Mickey Rooney’s voice is almost as annoying as Rudolph’s. have you ever seen an old Mickey Rooney movie? What a punk. There was one where he was a high school football star and was heading to Notre Dame. I had to turn that off. An embarrassment to all decent football players out there. The leading lady in this show - Miss Jessica - was pretty hot for a puppet.

4. Year Without a Santa Claus - This is a sad, sad piece of work that over the years has ridden the coattails of the Heatmiser/Coldmeiser song. Christmas stories should be silly, not stupid. Not sure if I ever even saw the end of this one. Once Heatmeiser was over - click! I didn’t make an effort to find this one this year.

5. Christmas Vacation - This is one I bought for my VCR 10 years ago and watched it way too many times. I saw about 20 mixed mintues of it this year. I really like the squirrel scene. There’s a guy who lives down the street from us with a Winnebago in his driveway. I’m waiting for the day when he’s outside with a can of beer in one hand and a hose in the other, draining the ‘Bago’s septic, announcing that the, “Shitter’s full.” I’ll let you know if that ever does happen.

6. It’s a Wonderful Life - Wendi and I recorded this and watched it the other night. She’s only seen a few minutes here and there. I really like this movie. George Baily is a really good guy. Then his idiot uncle loses $8000. In today’s money that’s probably over $200-grand (based on the part of the movie where they claim one could buy a decent house in Bedford Falls for $5000). George should have beaten the crap out of Uncle Billy. Saturday Night Live has a great skit where they show the lost ending to It’s a Wonderful Life. Uncle Billy remembers that he accidently gave the envelope with the $8000 to Potter, so they all head over there and kick Potter’s ass. See if you can find that on nbc.com or youtube.com. Classic.

7. A Christmas Story - Watched this, plus a bunch of minutes here and there this year. I went to see this when it first came to the theater with my uncle and aunt. They laughed their asses off. I kind of laughed, but didn’t get most of the humor. I can definitely appreciate it now. Great scene: when Ralphie is beating the piss out of Scott Farkus, listen closely to the kids watching the fight. Toward the end they start yelling, “Kill him! Kill him!” Kids… they say the darndest things…

8. Miracle on 34th Street - I saw a bit of this one this year, but I was saving it to watch with Wendi, who hasn’t seen it. Since we did It’s a Wonderful Life this year, we’ll do that one next year. Did you know that it’s based on a true story? It’s not. I made that up.

9. Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol - They sliced the crap out of this one, so it fits neatly into a one-hour time slot, including commercials. I recommend seeing it if you haven’t - it’s really entertaining. Very good songs. The highlight is the razzleberry dressing tune.

10. Nestor the Long-Eared Donkey - Never heard of this? I’m not surprised. My sister annd I loved this when we were kids, and I was psyched to see a few minutes of it this year. It’s about a donkey with long ears who carries Mary into town so she can have the baby Jesus. Done it the same puppet fashion as Rudolph and those others, but it’s got a really dirty and grainy quality to it. Like they filmed it and then thought it was crap and kicked it through the street, but then they thought better and tried to wipe it off.

The only other one I remember watching this year was the Christmas episode of Hey Arnold! - a Nickelodeon cartoon. Arnold finds out that a Vietnamese guy who lives in his grandparent’s boarding house had to give away his daughter during the war, so Arnold attempts to find her as a holiday gift to this fella. In the end it looks like he fails, but of course father and daughter are reunited and all is happy and bright and I get choaked up. Catch that one if you can.

Oh, and then there are all of the South Park Christmas episodes as well. Required viewing. Definitely. How can you go wrong with Christmas poo? See? You can’t.

Hope you all had a nice Christmas, or whatever holiday(s) you celebrate around this time. Here’s to a fantastic 2007.

Cheers.

G

We’ll skip right to an October blog post. September was way too busy to type anything up. Sure, I spent some time on the couch watching TV, but that’s my downtime, man. And we all need some downtime, don’t we? If you answered, “no”, please leave this blog - I have nothing more to say to you.

Ok, so I had a big project at work - an interactive web tutorial for the New York State Bar Association. If you think the project title is boring, you should see the tutorial . OK, it’s a bit dry, but it’s quite informative. And also quite interactive. It took a few weeks of looooooong hours, but I’m pleased with the final piece. More importantly, the NYSBA is pleased with the final piece. If you really want to check it out, visit www.nysba.org, and click on the Web Site Tutorial icon on the left side of the home page. Don’t forget - I warned you all that it’s a bit dry. You could always use it as a sleep aid I guess. I’m currently working on two new animated pieces for NYSBA involving new member information. I should mention that they’re not ANIMATED animated, like there aren’t any cartoon kitty cats dancing around the screen. The tutorial was created in Flash, and pretty much anything done in Flash gets an animated tag slapped on it. Maybe that’s changed, but since I don’t keep up with the trade journals as much as I should, and I haven’t been to a web or design conference in… EVER, we’ll stick with the animated adjective.

Freelance work has been coming in as well. I’m doing some new illustrations for Karen and Susan at Therapy Rocks!, with more in the works. Check out their web site and buy some shirts for the upcoming holidays. Everyone needs shirts, don’t they? Again, if you answered, “no”, please leave this blog - I have nothing more to say to you.

I’m also finishing up a bunch of illustrations for a company that specializes in ropes course events. What are those you ask? Good thing I’m drawing pictures of them, I answer. I’ll post some of the finshed pieces on my web site once they’re all completed.

And I finished another animated (this one actually does involve fuzzy cats dancing around the screen) e-vite for the gals at Media Kitty. Did you know they have ho-downs in Canada? Neither did I. But it’s true. E-vites don’t lie…

What else…? Oh, it was Dubya’s birthday a few weeks ago, so we took a trip up to Bolton Landing on Lake George and enjoyed afternoon tea at the Sagamore. We went last January and enjoyed it, so I figured we could go up again and start a birthday tradition. The veranda was packed, and the hostess tried to seat us at a table in front of the entrance (the nerve!), so we requested a window table and she was happy enough to relocate us. It was a cool and rainy day, but we still had a great view of the lake. It was the kind of day that made you want to curl up and sip some tea, which worked out well, because that’s what we were there for. The tea was hot and tasty. The sandwiches were also tasty, but I had to hold them in the palm of my hand so they wouldn’t slip through my fingers (they were really really small, but I guess that’s what rich, skinny people eat). I liked the scone as well. And the candy on the three-tier tray was sooooooo good. I think we were there for about two hours, which may seem like a long time to sip tea and eat tiny sandwiches, but when you’re enjoying yourself, time seems to fly - and it did.

And hey - we drove to the Sagamore in my new car. New to me at least. We traded in my Chevy Tracker for an 2004 Ford Escape (the Pina Colada car). It’s amazing what two extra cylinders can do to a person’s esteem. Definately an upgrade. I’d type more about it, but I really have to get back to work. I’ll make more of an effort to update this once a week. I’m sure you’re all psyched for that because it’s SOOOOOO exciting. But I’m not about excitement, people. I’m way too busy for exitement.

Romper Room: I see Linda, and Susan, and Karen, and Jeffy, and Wendi. I think I see my Mom, and she’s baking me a chocolate cake. No! She’s baking two chocolate cakes! Thanks, Mom. Please hide them from dad until we come to visit.

Later, peeps. Have a good week.

G

Go Yankees - Go Giants - Go Devils

So Dubya and I headed WNW to the Turning Stone Casino in Verona, NY to for a little dinner, some video poker, and to see the comedic stylings of Kathy Griffin. We only accomplished one of these things, as we ended up eating a BIG dinner at the buffet, and we did absolutely zero gambling. We tried to gamble, but they make it really difficult for common folks to understand how to even begin the process. We walked into the casino area through a non-smoking area, which was 5 feet from a smoking area. That made a lot of sense. It’s quite apparent that the cigarette smoke was unwilling to abide by the posted signs and arrogantly drifted throughout the non-smoking areas. What nerve! So we asked three casino employees huddled around a small yet tall table if they could give us change and/or tokens. We were told that we had to go to a casino banker located there, there, there, or there, and he pointed in all sorts of directions that only winged creatures would have acccess to. He also mentioned that we needed to get a card to gamble - like a credit card/gift card kind of swipey thing. Oh, and all three were dressed like the Wicked Witch’s castle guards from the Wizard of Oz, minus the high poofy hats. So we started walking around with little aim before we found a banker, but it was the kind of banker who could only add money to an existing gambling card. The banker desk next to that one, the one with the long-ass line, was the one we needed in order to get a gambling card, which you have to register for. It really didn’t seem like these people wanted our money. Trust me, buddy. I’m qualified to gamble. I’m over 18, and I have money. Please… let me give it to you. So we decided to skip the registration and its queer system of checks and balances and head to the show. We had great seats - orchestra section, about 10 feet from the stage. We were at the stage end of a long table, so we had a great view and plenty of leg and elbow room. And then HE entered the room… The largest man I’ve ever seen in person. He was a Discovery Channel show in the making. 500 pounds, easily. He had two large baked hams for breasts. He was, he was… he was coming toward our table. Sure enough, he slowly lowered himself directly across the table from Dubya - her low yet audible chants of “Don’t sit near us. Don’t sit near us. Don’t sit near us,” having gone unheard by the usher gods. He had a small posse with him, one of whom was his girlfriend or wife. And upon sitting down with a huff and a puff, he declared to her that the most important thing at that moment was that they get some sodas. I could think of dozens of other more important things he should be worrying about, but I decided not to share them with him. He ordered three (3) Sprites in case you were wondering. So the show started, and Kathy Griffin let us know that we were all going to rock Verona tonight, and then she called us all motherfuckers - so the show was off to an exciting start. She touched on all of the current Hollywood events and gossip - Mel Gibson, Star Jones, Larry King, the American Idol clowns, etc, and we were really enjoying ourselves. Then I noticed the 500 pound guy (let’s call him “Tiny”) slapping his wife/girlfriend on the back, and then aggressively rubbing her shoulders. I was amazed that she had any skin remaining affter being man-handled like that. Tiny was REALLY working it. And then he would add a few slaps with his catcher’s mitt hands. Powerful slaps that could put out small forrest fires. So all of that was really difficult to ignore. And then he started to laugh. It was a really odd - a deep, yet high-pitched giggle type of laugh. And it wasn’t really the laugh itself, but it was the timing of the laugh. Kathy would say something like, ‘So I was on the Today show a few weeks ago…” and Tiny would laugh. What the hell are you laughing at Tiny? Maybe he just thought of something funny that happened earlier in the day - like when he was showering and suddenly the washcloth went mising. I guess a whole lot of funny things happened to him earlier that day, because Kathy’s performance was filled with stange, untimely deep/high giggle laughs from the orchestra section. Oh, and he did a lot of moving and twisting around, which caused the table to do a lot of moving and twisting around. A few glasses tipped over at one point from Tiny’s jiggling, but they were empty, so no harm, no foul. Soon the show was over and that was that. Dinner wasn’t too bad. Gambling didn’t take place. Kathy was really entertaining. And then there was Tiny… I always figure that an adventure is a good adventure if it results in a few memorable tales. And Turning Stone was a pretty good adventure.

Peace up - Albany down!

-G

Dubya and I have been enjoying a couple of television shows featuring a fella who has got to be the meanest chef in the world. Ok, there are probably a whole bunch of chefs walking/waddling the Earth who are technically meaner, but this is the only one they put on my television on a regular basis, so I’ll have to go with him for the meanest. Gordon Ramsay is the guy, and he’s on Fox’s “Hell’s Kitchen” and the BBC’s “Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares”. He seems nice when he’s joking around to the audience while on camera, but once he decides someone needs a good poke in the eye, he really lets them have it. His use of adjectives and adverbs is astounding, and he’s certainly giving the network sensor buzzer guy a good sense of job security.

Hell’s Kitchen is one of those reality-type shows where contestants subject themselves to somewhat difficult and usually embarrassing tasks in order to win the grand prize - in this case it’s a job as the head chef at a soon-to-be-opened multi-million dollar restaurant in Las Vegas. Sounds pretty cool, right? Expert chefs vieing for their dream job? After spending a few weeks’ worth of episodes watching these clowns, I don’t think I would call to make reservations any time soon. They’re all supposed to have cooking experience, and I suppose they do, but holding titles such as “salad chef” and “deli chef” does not make one a potential “top chef” (ironically, that’s the title of a fantastic reality show which aired on Bravo and recently ended a month or so ago). I could see if they were receiving instructions on how to improve their games and become head chef quality folks, but Ramsay instead chooses to berate and mentally abuse these “donkeys” as he likes to call them. But I’m glad he treats the contestants like like, or else it wouldn’t be 5% as entertaining as it is. Good luck to the remaining cooks. They’ll need every ounce, pint, box, bag and can of it.

In Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, our hero, Gordon Ramsay, is invited to eating establishments around the UK who are in dire need of help. A lot of these places are past their prime (some may not have even had primes), and are looking for Ramsay to infuse new ideas, menus, techniques, decor, etc. in order to get their restaurants back to where they once were 9or would like to be). I think that many of the chefs he encounters would make great contestants on Hell’s Kitchen. It seems that most run-down UK kitchens feel it’s okay to purchase pre-made entree items that just need a quick swim in some hot grease before they’re plated on top of a leaf of wilted lettuce before being sent to the dining room. So Ramsay does his usual routine of yelling, pointing and screaming before the chef, his staff and the owners all admit that they’re wrong, Ramsay’s right, and they’ll ammend their ways. Oh, and Ramsay uses a lot of unsavory language on this show as well, but the BBC (BBC America over here) allows groovy words to sneak through like “shite” and “ass” and I think he said ‘dick” once. It really raises the entertainment value quite a bit. The last 10 minutes of the show are cool, because after Ramsay leaves the restaurant to let them do their new thing, he returns a few months later to see what’s up. I think only a couple of places continued to cook and serve “The Ramsay Way”, while most places chose to revert back to droopy fried foods, and other crap (another of ramsay’s favorite words) methods of cooking and serving meals. These episodes usually end with Ramsay shaking his head at what he’s seeing, probably thinking, “Bunch of wankers!” or something British like that.

Hells Kitchen is on FOX on Tuesday nights at 8 or 9. Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares is on BBC America at all sorts of weird times. As they say - check your local listings.

-G

It’s ICED coffee, people. Not ICE coffee. And if anyone tells you different, they’re fullacrap. So iced coffee is my favorite drink during the Summer months. It’s cool (iced) and refreshing (due to the additions of cream and sugar, or sugar-type substitutes) and you get to drink them through a straw (fun!). Now Dunkin Donuts makes a fine iced coffee. The small is plenty big enough to quench your thirst. The medium looks like a large. And the large is obscene. I usually get the large. Unlike a common hot coffee, you can let the iced coffee sit at your desk for quite a while, and it won’t lose it’s temperature level. While a hot coffee will cool, an iced coffee holds its coldness - probably because of the plastic cups they’re served in. Plastic… is there anything it can’t do? Starbucks makes a really good iced coffee as well. I’m not referring to a Frappacino. Those are very tasty drinks in their own right, but we’re discussing iced coffees here. The nice thing about the Starbucks’ iced coffee is that you can enjoy one without the aid of cream and sugar. Well, YOU may not enjoy them, but I do. The coffee flavor is bold and rich. I like to think of it as a “cigar in a cup”. Starbucks’ coffee is normally strong, but this is super frigging strong because they (the Starbuck’s folks - I refuse to call them “Baristas”) brew the coffee at double strength so that it retains that bold and rich flavor that I referred to earlier even after the ice starts to melt and waters it down a bit. But the watering down isn’t ever much of a problem because of those amazing plastic cups. Sometimes I’ll add a bit of cream and sugar to my Starbucks’ iced coffee for an added treat. And for even more of a treat I sometimes add a pack of “Sugar In The Raw” - comes in a tan/browinsh pack at the Starbucks “fixins” area. Sure it adds sweetness, but it also adds a nice sugary crunch. The key is to not stir it in. Just allow it to float to the bottom of your plastic cup where it patiently waits until it gets sucked up in your straw’s jet stream and into your mouth where you get to munch on its sugary goodness. I’ve tried brewing double strength coffee at home, adding it to a plastic drink bottle (not like an old milk carton - more like the kind you can buy at Target or Lampston’s - HA! Lampston’s… that’s old school shopping if you’re originally from the Boogie-Down Bronx) with a ton of ice and some cream and some sugar-substitute, but man… it’s just not the same. And if you get yourself a tasty iced coffee, make sure you grab a bunch of napkins, because the plastic cups get a bit damp. Opening a napkin half-way and then wrapping it around the bottom half of the cup does the trick. Kind of like a plastic iced coffee cup diaper.

Enjoy your iced coffees, folks. And don’t forget the straw. Sipping an iced coffee from the edge of the plastic cup just isn’t the same.

Ciao!

-G

At least it seemed like a short week… Last Friday, Dubya and I headed to beautiful downtown Albany for the annual Nori Awards - sponsored by the local Ad Club. All the local ad agency chicks and dorks dress up, meet up, drink up, eat up and some may even throw up. So last year I (technically it was the company I work for - I was the illustrator for the project) was up for original illustration, and the field of many (tens? hundreds? I have no idea) was narrowed down to three. So they get to the category and announce that there’s a tie! So I turn to my co-workers at our table and say, “Everyone but me.” And sure enough, the other two pieces shared the award, and I was the Herb (that’s used to mean loser back in day). But that makes for a better story than winning, doesn’t it? Well, I think so. Anyway, this year I’m (we - as in my company - I did the design work for this one) up for the Nori in the corporate logo category. So Dubya and I are chatting with one of my bosses, not paying attention to what awards are being distributed, and our table starts clapping and cheering. So we look up and I hear my name being announced, and my logo design is displayed on the video screens in the front of the room. I was a bit shocked as I walked up to the tall dude in the sombraro (the theme was Cinco De Nori - it being May 5th and all), called him Pedro, shook his hand, and took the award. On my way back to the table, some broad was walking toward me on her way out of the banquet room - probably to get another drink, the lush. So she kind of stopped short and waited until I moved out of her way. Now I don’t feel bad about calling her a broad. How dare she inturrupt the vistory lap of a Nori winner! I really hope she didn’t win anything. I also hope she drank too much and ended up going home with that clown (not an actual clown) with the big nose and the pistachio-colored shirt. He was one of the dorks I mentioned earlier. I dunno… maybe the ’winning’ story is better…

Lawn Update: The new grass is looking good. Filling in nicely, except in a few spots where the heavy rains washed some of the top soil away, but I’ll reseed that when the fresh stuff grows a bit more. Thanks to Chris for the fine tips.

Rain in the forcast all weekend. Should be a great time to catch up on freelance work, do some new sketches, and watch some of the shows we’ve DVR’d - UFC! UFC!. We’ll probably end up going to the Home Depot to price some wallpaper and carpeting, and if we have time we’ll go to Bed Bath & Beyond (ref: Old School)

Keep it real, people!

G

So I planted a butt-load (amounts may vary from person to person) of grass seed almost two weeks ago. Chris, my bro-in-law, who is completely in the know concerning things of this nature, suggested I rake the dead grass out, rake the soil down deep, seed, rake over the seed, reseed, tamp down, add fertilizer and then some grubs killer - which was the reason I was doing the work in the first place. They were everywhere, those frigging grubs. They ate our lawn! And they’re ugly and alien-like. Die, grubs! Die! Die! DIE! So I did as Chris suggested, and got to the part of the second seeding and started to tamp the entire 15 x 15 foot area with my feet, which proved to be a very effective rain dance as it poured buckets (of water) for the next two days. Did the seed hold? Did it wash away? Did the grubs die? Yes, no, I don’t know yet. I saw some grass sprouts sticking up from the ground like I always imagined hair implants to look like - all straight and thin and new and weird looking. So it seems to have worked, or at least it has kind of started to work. I’ll get a better look at the area this afternoon when I mow the grassy parts of the lawn.

Keep it real…

G

This here blog will take the place of the news page. It seems like it’ll be easier for me to updates what’s up with me, so I can do it more often. Wiil I do it more often? I dunno… I like to think I will, but I also thought I’d send the payment for that Men’s Journal subscription six months ago. Nasty letter there, Men’s Journal! Calm down! You’ll get your 16 bucks!

Lots of html coding options here. I can bold, italicize, create an

1. ordered list

• or an unordered list

But I do all of this during my day job already, so the fun has already worn off.

I gotta get back to work. Grease for peace!

G