Happy birthday MattyJ MattyJ is in a integral part of the robot. Point at anything on the robot, and MattyJ's brain was probably involved. He's a smarty. HB! Buy something for Matt on his birthday! His Amazon Wish List
Ten things about MattyJ 1. He used to own this nutty old Chevrolet Impala that he literally abandoned a few years ago. Left it in a garage.
2. He once did a whole overview of how the US government works for our dot-com office - apparently Matt paid attention in civics class.
3. There is a hilarious story about Matt locking himself out of his apartment hours before leaving for his three months in Spain.
4. Matt is a southern food connoisseur.
5. Matt was the first person I knew with a CD burner.
6. There is a hilarious story about Matt not being able to find his passport the night before going to Cuba. He called the passport office, the 'life & death' passport office - apparently losing your passport isn't a life or death issue (they probably wouldn't help him too much in getting to Cuba, either).
7. He once harassed the waitress at Harvest about their hard-ass biscuits (the one's they call "cowboy biscuits"). She didn't really know why they were so hard, and then it turned out she and Matt knew each other. (last I checked, the biscuits were still hard)
9. His ex-girlfriend once bought him the exact same jacket I had. We worked together then, and when ever we went out to lunch with our matching jackets on it was it like "dorks on parade".
10. There was this one girl he was 'dating' for a while. She threatened to kill me by only using her thumbs.
Winter time = hot coffee It's cold here in NYC, at least in the morning it is. I mean, it's not freezing, but it's chilly and it seems even chillier when you are on the tail end of summer. What this means is that it's expected that I will now transfer from iced coffee to hot coffee. That is what the guys at the friendly deli expect us all to do - but I may hold off.
This morning I bought a hot coffee, and it's like winter just crashed down onto me. Hot coffee... so boring. So, blah.
Friendly Deli I love the friendly deli. I think they are all from Bangladesh. Maybe. To be honest, I am not sure, but that is my best guess. But, good golly are they friendly. There is this whole gang of guys who work at the coffee and food station... quick and pleasant. They call me (and every other guy) "boss". Then there are the cashier girls, who are sweet. They call me 'dear'. Boss! Dear! That is my morning.
Small/Medium I used to always wear medium shirts and sweaters. But this past year either the sizes are universally changing or I am shrinking. I am now a small. A small? How did this happen? The last time I wore a small was 1984. Mrs. Robot says it's just because I am wearing my clothes differently (on my head) and not because I have pre-osteoporosis. Small.
X-L One of my dear grandmothers once left a message on my answering machines. She was asking about what my brother and I might want for Christmas and wanted to know what size shirts we wore. She thought maybe one of us wore an "X... L" Her delivery of "XL" was hilarious. There was this pause between the letters and each one was pronounced with her funny southern drawl. Ex. ill.
Hola Canada We are going to Montreal in a week. What should we do there?
