tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59508522008-05-07T21:29:27.019-04:00matthearn.comMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comBlogger530125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-48131482272718589392008-05-06T23:04:00.006-04:002008-05-06T23:15:06.238-04:00My jam, it is flavafullSo I finally broke down and got myself a recording setup. It is PIMP. It is centered on a PreSonus Firebox, which connects via Firewire to my HP desktop. I also got microphones, mic cords, a pop filter, and 2 mic stands which of course have not yet arrived so I had to hold the mic and a pop filter like a putz to record my first jam. This is just an experiment, really, just the first 20 or so Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-55689394165065132372008-05-02T13:06:00.000-04:002008-05-02T13:27:52.600-04:00Throwing down a few links at yeDid you notice I've started using titles on my posts? I totally am! The reason is this: I felt that the Chase Utley post from last week needed a title, so I turned them on. That's it. I guess I could turn them back off, but meh. At least this way the RSS feed will be a little better organized. A few quick things, and then I have some fun links to share:
WebMD may well be the best organized,Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-52126840659011751582008-04-28T13:45:00.000-04:002008-04-28T13:46:50.081-04:00Gaming for the boredSomehow I managed to write this in its entirety last week, and not post it. Good job, Hearn! Idiot. Here it is, a week later:
In lieu of actual humor and important stuff, I give you a modified link day! Today's links are all games that I've come across lately, and they are AWESOME.
Storm Winds: an opportunity to buy anti-aircraft weapons and use them to blow up steampunk enemies. A good wayMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-59016929813161721102008-04-24T11:00:00.003-04:002008-04-24T11:09:48.880-04:00A Love Letter To Chase UtleyDear Chase:
I hope you don't mind me writing so often! I left some messages on what I think is your number (you wouldn't BELIEVE what I had to do to get it), but you haven't called. I know you're SUPER busy, but I just wanted to hear your voice, you know?
I was so proud to hear you hit your tenth home run yesterday! You're really having a SUPER AWESOME season. So much better than that Ryan Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-60404897374701176882008-04-16T13:33:00.004-04:002008-04-16T14:09:28.227-04:00Why, oh why, did I not go into dentistry?
I was getting my molars scraped and poked last week, drool puddling on my chin and dripping onto my collar, when it occurred to me that being a dentist might just be the best job in the history of mankind. Unless you have a particular aversion to putting your fingers in and your face next to somebody's filthy mouth, I can't imagine a better one. It Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-37320321973198455052008-04-10T12:38:00.003-04:002008-04-10T12:46:18.054-04:00Are you coming to see The Wizard of Oz at Brandywine High School? It's running tonight, 4/10, to Saturday 4/12, nightly at 7pm, with a matinee on Saturday at 2. If you AREN'T coming, you better live far away, 'cause I'll be making a list of everybody I know that doesn't show up and KICKING THEIR ASSES. But I'll make exceptions for people of great distance 'cause it's just not worth the drive.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-46542061785711313332008-04-04T18:20:00.000-04:002008-04-04T18:08:00.796-04:00It's been so long since somebody emailed me one of those pointless quiz forwards that I had completely forgotten how AWESOME they are. Awesome in that they give me the means of producing a "hilarious" new post in a matter of minutes because I don't have to come up with an amusing topic. Heck YES! I got this one courtesy of my sister, whose responses were even funnier than mine, but I shan't beMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-31633450201011197012008-04-02T11:53:00.001-04:002008-04-02T11:56:25.041-04:00Bill Simmons, of whom you may have heard, does a podcast every few days in which he interviews amusing folks on various topics. Sometimes they're national sports figures (usually media personalities), but often they're just his old college buddies; for example, every week he calls his buddy JackO for a segment he calls "Johnny, Are You Worried?" in which they establish, on a scale of 1-10, how Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-49909265115309015162008-03-20T10:35:00.002-04:002008-03-20T11:00:36.956-04:00Spammers are getting tricky, I tell you! It wasn't enough to send us emails from people who could TOTALLY be folks I know, like "Reginald M. Jabberwocky" and "Anthouse Maltextract, III", and putting in totally enticing subject headers like "u r smal? get girth fastly!" Now they're appealing to everyone with a guilt complex. Today I received the following email subject, from a kind lady named Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-20088297497529979902008-03-17T15:33:00.002-04:002008-03-17T15:34:01.553-04:00Who's the king of unfulfilled promises? (Points to self) This guy!!! Here is the batch of Charles pictures I promised would be up on Friday. Forgive me; I know not how stupid I am.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-64578075481150857012008-03-13T11:24:00.000-04:002008-03-17T15:34:22.297-04:00Go see "In The Heights" on Broadway, as it is totally rad. Don't believe me? Here's what the NY Times had to say on the subject. I think they're pretty much spot-on, which means I agree with the Times on something, a scary thought. The music and dancing are FANTASTIC (the pit orchestra is particularly good), the dialogue reasonably funny, the plot sort of predictable and disjointed, but it's Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-13839905977644990002008-03-11T09:38:00.002-04:002008-03-11T09:52:04.049-04:00Okay, so here is what has been going on, and it is crazy.
We have a new customer at work, about whom I can basically say nothing, except that
it's actually a pretty cool client to work with, and
contractual obligations have required us to have things in place on an INSANE timetable.
So, in short, I've been working ridiculously hard, something that is anathema to my very soul. This has left Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-89687048190715220012008-03-07T11:00:00.000-05:002008-03-07T11:01:51.126-05:00Charles has been busy, again. Woo!Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-70020078161321128802008-02-29T13:48:00.002-05:002008-02-29T13:49:56.701-05:00In lieu of actually writing something (things continue to be INSANE at the office, and I end up either spending all evening doing work, or actively avoiding computers at all costs), I give you a recent update to CharlesHearn.com. Enjoy! There will be more in weeks to come.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-47409046388069842652008-02-25T15:30:00.000-05:002008-02-25T15:36:56.559-05:00This will come as a surprise to everyone, I'm sure:
89%DRUNKARDMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-87888951747567001672008-02-22T17:07:00.001-05:002008-02-22T17:08:17.991-05:00To celebrate the end of a month of being insanely overworked, I bring you: the best thing produced by the internet to date. Turn your sound on.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-35641029285407882932008-01-30T12:23:00.000-05:002008-01-30T12:35:06.444-05:00The human body sucks. Well, mine does. Yours is awesome. All svelte and muscular, lithe and tanned. I hate you. Get out of my sight.
Let me start over: my body is weird. If I'm not dieting, my usual daily caloric intake rivals that of a Kodiak Bear. Seriously, it's like 4000 calories a day. My body has settled into a nice rhythm in which I hover just shy of 250 pounds on that diet, at Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-86459856171956911062008-01-24T10:02:00.000-05:002008-01-24T10:44:07.003-05:00Things have been insane this week, so I haven't had time to comment on the fact that, um, I'm old now. So I'll do that now. The big 3-0. Three Zero. MattHearnIsFreakingOld.com. Some of you who are already in your mid-30s are saying, "Old? OLD? Screw you, you youngling!" To which I respond: let me have a moment of glory. I don't get many, other than when Sarah changes Charles's diaper andMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-57264432862510509102008-01-17T10:27:00.000-05:002008-01-17T10:30:10.717-05:00In my never-ending quest to develop SOME kind of visual artistic skill (I draw about as well as my son, and he's mostly interested in eating the crayons), I have taken some new photographs. Feel free to ridicule them. I'm particularly fond of this one:
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-11794690818569525382008-01-15T14:57:00.000-05:002008-01-15T17:45:57.755-05:00Here comes a batch of the hottest links since St. Andrews Golf Course got buried under lava!!! (Note: St. Andrews Golf Course hasn't been anywhere near lava since roughly 3,847,328,497 BCE.)
Starting to wonder which presidential candidate is the one for you? Not certain how best to figure it out? Willing to make a choice based on their midichlorian concentrations? Here you effin' go. This Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-63714115945268494262008-01-10T13:05:00.001-05:002008-01-10T13:43:06.279-05:00So: Heroes. HW and I are about halfway through the DVDs of season one, usually knocking out 2 or 3 episodes a night while cleaning, or working on our lappies, or whatnot. So far, here are my thoughts:
I am on the freaking edge of my seat. Seriously, it's all we can do to get to bed by 11pm, and invariably when there's any doubt, we watch another episode. We're starting to reach the point, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-20365789548659818402008-01-07T09:49:00.000-05:002008-01-07T10:54:25.752-05:00In my never-ending quest to be exactly 4 years behind my peers, technologically, I finally got an iPod. For a long time I maintained that any music player was as good as another, and in fact convinced my wife a few years ago to buy me a little 256MB player that held 70 or 80 songs and was very small and compact and handy. It had some downsides, though: it used a single AAA battery, which it Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-33545790406735393512008-01-02T14:16:00.001-05:002008-01-02T14:36:50.960-05:00I don't know when the hell I got so old, but somewhere between the ages of 18 and almost-30 I lost the ability to play a game of football without being crippled for days. I played some beach tackle football with my old Ychrome buddies yesterday, and as a result I can barely walk today. Every muscle in my thighs is on fire, my lower back is basically sending a constant series of "F U" messages Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-87822535647867731402007-12-20T12:12:00.001-05:002007-12-20T12:13:51.201-05:00This warms my heart every time I look at it:
But then, so does this:
What does that say about me?Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191375793569727062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950852.post-66288438570174645502007-12-17T21:28:00.000-05:002007-12-17T21:30:22.874-05:00Oh yeah. It's heck of xmas, yo.
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