Tuesday, August 18, 2009


I'd like to dedicate this post to Megan. And since this is my blog, I can do whatever I'd like on it. And so I will dedicate this post to Megan.

This post is dedicated to Megan. It became dedicated upon my writing the previous sentence.

I moved home yesterday. Last night, I slept in my old, very comfortable bed with a cool breeze blowing through the wide open window.

As I came into the kitchen this morning for breakfast (bacon, eggs and grits ala marvelous Mom) I noted how different Mom's kitchen is from my former kitchen. There are cookies everywhere! And unlike in my apartment, when a cookie is eaten, the quantity does not diminish -- there are an infinite number of cookies! There's bowls filled with fruits and vegetables. Nearly all the things in the fridge are both consumable and not pickles nor carrots. So, that's great.

I had a mullet on Friday. But my camera cable's packed away somewhere, so the pictures will not be in this post.

Also, I finally joined Facebook.

That's all for now.

Except that, for this post to be properly dedicated to Megan, it must include a playlist:

All the Music on This Computer's Desktop Playlist:
- Major Tom


Megan said...

Dear Matt,
Thank you for the very heartfelt dedication, and the playlist (which I believe is a song that you probably got from my post, if it's the Shiny Toy Guns version of the song.)
Also, I will miss you when I move to Indiana, even though I rarely see you when we are both in the same state. Let's continue to talk online often.

Lacking Productivity said...

Oh mom's house...it is a fabulous and magical place where so many things that we have to do on our own now, just happen by no fault of our own. I love it.

Barbaloot said...

Wait a minute!
First-you had a mullet? You?! Reall?
Second-you're going to Indiana? When? Why?
Third-What if I want a post dedicated to me?

Matt said...


First - Yes, for a few minutes
Second - No, Megan is.
Third - Things can be arranged.

Tammy said...

Where's my dedication?

Barbaloot said...

Thanks for posting proof on facebook of the mullet.
Don't go to Indiana. You wouldn't like it.
Arrange it please.

Liz said...

Apparently, I stopped checking your blog for new postings...I'm sort of shocked that you finally wrote something! You'll have to warn us next time so that we can be prepared.

But yeah, that mullet, that was something...