Friday, December 17, 2004

As I look back on this road I've travelled....

Well, after that last post about the subsidizing of New German Cinema, I ended up not being asked a single thing about it on the test. I think I did alright though. But none of that matters now. I'm GOING HOME!!! In less than 2 hours, I'll be on the road driving towards the great commonwealth of Virginia. And it shall be a glorious day.

Oyg. It's really weird, thinking that I'm already done with my first semester of college. Only 7 more to go. It's gone by kinda quickly without me really realizing it--just going to classes day in and day out, trying to get by-- and suddenly it's gone. I mean, its not like I'm really gonna miss it or anything. It's just different. No more "WHAT!?"s in Brubacher's class, no more "Green sheets" or late night readings from Davis, no more spanish classes that seem to last for three hours, no more confusions on "this notion of ecriture" in international, no more impromptu Haikus in Intro to Film "I am in parmer/Simmons is rambling on/I am very hot". Sigh. I think this semester has been better than I realized

Well, it doesn't matter, cause next semester is gonna ROCK! Ima takin digital production. I be makin movies!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

We're crammin...

I am now done with papers, and one of my exams(the spanish one). I've got one exam to go, for international cinema, which is very easily the harder of the two. I need to remember the lasting legacy of the French New Wave as opposed to New German Cinema, as well as the impact of the two on future filmmakers. New German Cinema, being subsidized directly by the government, was never very popular with the public. In fact, it was one of the most hated national cinemas of them all. Virtually no-one went to see New German Films, because they didn't depend on public popularity for their vitality--they were completely government funded. As a result, New German Cinema's legacy is virtually non-existanct. Nobody wants to revisit New German Cinema, because nobody likes New German Cinema--especially me.

oyg. I needed to update, and I also need to study for my international cinema final. So i figured I'd kill two birds with one stone. I'll do a real update after I'm done with the final.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

...And then he woke up

Oyg. how long was I out for? It feels like weeks.. Oh, it was?

Yeah, I kinda had 4 papers due this week, and restricted myself from the computer until they were done. I still have one left to do, so I really shouldn't be on now anyway, but I felt I owed it to my loving and adoring fans to say that yes, sadly, I'm still alive.

Okay, now back to bed.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

As if you needed proof...

I'm in VA right now, and very busy being lazy, so I'll finish the story later.

But just in case you were wondering, there is now scientific proof that nickelback sucks: The Webshite :: Nickelback

Sunday, November 21, 2004


Well, I haven’t done a good old fashioned blog post in a good long while. So since I just got back from Philly, I figgered I’ma gonna do a write up of that now.

My film class went to the Messiah College Philadelphia Campus, which is just a nicer name for a group of apartments across from at Temple University. They teach a couple classes there (like Bible, etc.), but the majority of classes are meant to be taken at Temple—which at first seems to be a good thing, since Temple has one of the top 5 film programs in the country. At first, students would take all their film studies classes at Messiah, and take production classes for 2 semesters at Temple. The problem is that now, since we have a full-time film production professor, we don’t really need to go to Philly anymore. Nonetheless, it’s still required(even though every single request for a waiver has been granted). Oyg.. nyways, Prof. Simmons is trying to make it optional, but as of now I’m gonna have to spend at least one semester there.

But anyway, I was selected among my peers because of my great strength and dexterity (aka raising my hand in a moment of weakness) to get the bagged lunches for the trip. I had to pick them up at 7:30—which was about a half-hour before the van was supposed to leave at 8. I was up til 2 the night before (quote-unquote) “doing homework”, and set my alarm for 6:45, giving me enough time to shower, dress and eat before picking up the lunches.

I’m not sure whether I turned it off in my sleep or just didn’t set it in the first place, but when I arose from my slumber, the red numbers on my clock definitely had one to many “8:00”s on it. Visions of spending the rest of the weekend in Grantham instantly sprung me from my bed, and into the rest of my shower-free weekend.

In a masterful feat of speed (and toe stubbing, and a good bit of swearing, too) I was dressed, with all my stuff, and out at Eisenhower circle by 8:03. By a miracle of God the van was still there (and of course the lunches which were picked up by Prof. Simmons). After profuse apologies, I took my place at shotgun in the van (being late does have it’s perks sometimes).
Now I, being the striking example of intelligence and responsibility, had left my pillow and sleeping bag on the floor of my dorm room. Since my dorm was pretty much on the way out, they graciously pulled up to my dorm, and let me run out real quick and get my sleeping accesories. And by run out real quick, I mean get a false start and fall flat on my face on the sidewalk.

A good start to the trip, if I do say so myself.

But I got them, got back in the van, and started driving to Philadelphia. I soon recovered from shock, and began to realize my predicament. I was still in my dirty clothes from yesterday, with no shower, no breakfast, no sort of personal hygiene routine whatsoever. (Well, I take that back. I DID put a dopple of toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it against my teeth before running out the door).

So yeah. A good start to the trip, if I do say so myself…

(To be continued later in PART II)

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Is it a...POLITICS post?

I figured that I’d wait until a week or so after the election to post about it, that way I avoid most, if not all, controversy. Well, that and I honestly wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it for a while. Oh, and I’m a slacker. Three good reasons for a late post.

But anyway, I voted for bush. He won. I should be happy. But for some reason, I’m not. I’m pro-life, and against gay marriage (although probably not for the reason you think I am. Immoral doesn’t necessarily mean it should be illegal), but unfortunately, almost everything else bush stands for I’m against.

Personally, the reason I voted for bush…The ONLY reason I voted for bush, was the fact that he will have at least 3 more supreme court appointments. This may sound like a moot point, but many people don’t know how close the court is to overturning Roe v. Wade. That’s right, we could get rid of abortion. It may be hard but it can happen.

But the fact that The US is still in Iraq after the Mission was “Accomplished”(and more people have died since our “victory” than before), Dick Cheney is still in office—and his former company:Halliburton, still has the largest rebuilding contract in Iraq(although the legality is being investigated.), and taxes still going primarily to the wealthy (check that link: The middle 20% gets $289 off their taxes, while the wealthiest 1% gets a $30,127 refund), has me wondering. I really, truthfully hope I made the right decision.

I hope and pray with all my heart that those 1.6 million children killed each year by clinical abortions will see justice. I don’t honestly know if that’ll happen. I hope to God it will, but I will hold my breath and see.

But until then, I’ll have to take the blame for everything else Bush does. Oyg.

Don’t worry, this means I’ll shut up about politics for a while now. Hopefully.

P.S. I must say, it must suck to be Elizabeth Edwards. First your husband loses a national election by a 2% or 3% margin, then you’re diagnosed with breast cancer. Dang. Pray for the Edwards’.

Monday, November 01, 2004

Fall @ Messiah





and, lastly, the continuing saga of the fire hydrant. Fire hydrant part two: fall


Thursday, October 28, 2004

My day

Note to self: When saying "So I was watching this X-files last night....", be sure to enunciate, and not say "So I was watching The Sex Files last night..."


Getting A on Intro to Film Midterm and Analysis Paper = teh sweet.

Taking the Midterm for International Cinema (And sucking. Really, really hard) = teh suck.

Having the screening for International Cinema cancelled tonight = teh sweet again (Especially since I would have most probably gone on a shooting spree at the first subtitle I saw. Freaking French. )

Watching Dirty Work instead = teh sweet

Having no homework due tommorrow = teh sweeter

Having no classes tommorrow until 3 = teh sweetest

Having a splitting open headache from caffeine withdrawal (from staying up til 6:30 writing a paper two days ago) = teh suckiest

Getting a Gmail invite = teh sweeter than teh sweetest


And on that note... I GOT A GMAIL INVITE!!!

....BUT I don't know what e-mail to get. Since it's invitation only at this point, most of the cool ones are left. But despite that, wasn't available, nor was, or even Oh the injustice.

So, if you guys have great ideas, send them to my current e-mail at And while you're doing that, I'll just be sitting here...HAVING A GMAIL INVITE.


UPDATE: I am now the proud owner of matthew.samuel.thornton [at] gmail [dot] com.

Boo yah.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Why Virginia is the Bestest State

Just got back from the best state out of all 49 (Don't forget that pesky non-existent Wyoming...). Although, in all fairness, Virginia is technically the coolest commonwealth, not state (the only other one in the union being Pennsylvania). Yeah. Totally no competition there.

And without further ado, why Virginia is the bestest commonwealth

10. We were here first—Jamestown, 1607. Four-freaking-hundred years. Yeah, Take that, sucka…
9. It’s already the month of October, and it’s still possible to go outside and not be able to see your breath.
8. Paul Thomas
7. There is no use whatsoever of turn signals. Most people don’t even know they have them.
6. There’s not a pacifist for miles. If there was, he would have been shot long ago.
5. Everyone knows that Bush is God’s chosen one, and Kerry is the devil incarnate.
4. Soda is soda—not pop, not coke, nor anything other than soda.
3. People know the wonders—and the horrors—of Chick-Fil-A.
2. We pump our OWN dang gas.
1. My bed is there: and last night, I got to sleep in it.


You don't realize how much you miss things, until you revisit them.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004


Staying up until 4 finishing a paper that was due yesterday (but realistically due anytime before the professor gets to his office the following morning) + having my 10:30 class cancelled on the syllabus + sleeping from 5 in the morning to 12:30 in the afternoon = pure bliss.

Going home tommorow. gots ta finish homework before then, though.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

...Are next to mountains anyway

One thing I don't think I'll ever get used to at messiah is not being able to see the horizon.

I know they're not really "mountains" per se. But they're certainly bigger than mt. Trashmore...

God, I can't wait for fall break...

Friday, October 15, 2004

A true american hero

Jon Stewart on Crossfire:


"I do think you're more fun on your show. Just my opinion."

"You know what's interesting, though? You're as big a dick on your show as you are on any show..."

Wonderful, wonderful man.

AIM and tobacco

me telling lenee how to set her away message after she spilt water on the mouse:

MovieMakinHobbit (1:39:01 PM): Just press the alt button and open the menu
MovieMakinHobbit (1:39:10 PM): and use the arrow keys to find it
popciclelovr (1:39:31 PM): ohh
popciclelovr (1:39:32 PM): i see
popciclelovr (1:39:42 PM): i didn't know about the little alt button
popciclelovr (1:39:45 PM): well i did
popciclelovr (1:39:59 PM): but i didn't know about all its marvelous powers

I love little sisters.

P.S. leaving anonymous messages isn't cool, jerk. That's the whole reason for the haloscan comments in the first place. you just have to type your freaking name in--you don't have to register for a service or anything(especially one you may or not feel the need to use...) Come on, don't restrict your constitutional right to freedom of speech by not signing your comment... I mean, what would our founding fathers think? (After they were done whipping their slaves, raping the Indian's land, and being capitalist scum, of course)

Please, If not for me, then out of respect for our ancestors. They founded this fine country because the motherland was infringing on their incredibly lucrative slave-powered industry of growing vile lung-killing tobacco. I mean, because they believed in freedom and liberty. Either way, sign your name, dangit.

Oh, and smoke a nice fat cigar, too. Make them founding fathers happy.

Saturday, October 09, 2004


I’ve been seeing THESE things all over the place:



They just struck me as the oddest thing ever. Why on earth are there mini-barber’s poles sticking out of every fire hydrant on campus? Being ever the optimist, I conjured up this situation:

Well, it’s obvious the reason they’re there. It’s to serve the hi-tech wireless network at our fine college. They need all the antennas to make sure that the wi-fi network covers the whole campus, and that their students can use their wireless-equipped laptops and portables to access the information super-highway even from the most remote sections of Messiah College. Just think, you could be sitting on the toilet, and while you’re waiting for nature to take its course you could be checking your stock portfolio, typing an e-mail, or even Instant messaging all your friends.

Friend: Hey.
Friend: What are you doing?
You: Well…
You: Talking to people, checking up on Xanga…
You: Oh, yeah. and taking a crap…

But ANYWAY… Come to find out Messiah doesn’t even have a wireless network, so that theory’s out.

My brain started to try to think of any other rational reason (You know, with the LAST one being rational and all, I figured I’d keep with tradition) of why they’d have those poles on top of the hydrants. I suppose a passing blind person could break it off if they somehow lost their walking stick (I’m sure there’s a more PC term for it, but if I wanna call it a walking stick, that’s what I’m gonna call it, dangit!). But then, there’s more practical storage and distribution methods for such things. Besides, the blind person wouldn’t be able to see it in the first place, so that’s out.

When I asked someone, they informed me of the somber truth. It’s so that when it snows, you’ll be able to tell where the hydrants were, so you wouldn’t plow into them.

Hmm…I think it’s time for some fuzzy math…
Approximate height of fire hydrant = 1.5 ft.
Approximate height of pole = 4 ft.
Largest amount of snowfall in Virginia Beach = maybe 6 or 7 inches, on a good year.

And that’ll close the schools.

Dang, this is gonna be one fun winter…

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

The Saga Continues..

The hardest blog entries to write are the ones after a long hiatus (aka almost a month). You know you need to write something—anything—just to satisfy the hunger of the unending masses (aka your readership). Not that it’s that hard to do, but you feel somehow that you have to give them something extra for waiting so incredibly long. The longer you wait, the more you need to give them, and the less you have to give. It’s a vicious cycle.

So I figured I wouldn’t do anything extra at all. That got most of the weight off my shoulders. Unfortunately, it didn’t rid me of all the stress of nonupdateageness. So I decided (always being the overachiever) to go the extra mile and relieve all of the stress all at once, and just post some crappy meaningless update not worrying at all about satisfying my readers.

Friday, September 10, 2004


Oh, and by the way:A puppy shot a guy.

Yeah, sorry about the lack of updatingnessage. But I've been like swamped with stuff and things, and in general crap.

Don't worry. It's good crap. But crap nonetheless. Well, friends, family, parents (yeah, my parents read my blog. FREAKY!), I'm taking the week off for updating. And by week, I mean an undetermined amount of time that will end when I am no longer opposed to the idea of updating.

Monday, September 06, 2004

So. Freaking. Cool.

So I’m at the student union, doing some homework, watching this band “lovedrug” do a sound check.

This sets off thoughts of “dang, I wish I was in a band. A nice, small, indie band. That would be so cool; going around to random gigs, getting paid random money. Not a whole lot of money, but at least enough money to get by. And getting paid for what? Manual labor? No! Getting paid for playing music. For playing your OWN music. Dang. That would be cool. so. freaking. cool. Oh yeah, and this band is pretty good, too.”

They finish the sound check, and half the band goes straight to the computers, to update their Xanga.

Isn’t it weird what the stage does to people? It makes them seem a whole lot bigger, taller, better, and more important than we are. When in fact, they really just do the same, geeky things we all do. They’re just normal people, who happen to get paid to play music.

Which is so. freaking. cool.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

There was always someone carrying...

My roommates are players in their own minds. They talk about girls, money and cars. And by cars I mean money, and by money I mean girls. I mean, we haven’t even been at college for a whole week, and they’re already trying to hook up. They don't seem to much care who, just so long as it's nice to look at.

I guess this shouldn’t really surprise me. I mean, I probably think about girls just as much, maybe even more than they do. They’re just dumber than me, and actually talk about it. To them.

Already I’ve turned down a couple of offers from them to “hook me up”. Not that I doubt their unquestionably exceptional matchmaking skills, it’s just that…well actually, I do doubt their unquestionably exceptional matchmaking skills.

No offense to these fine young men, but they’re definitely coming from the wrong perspective. I don’t wanna get on a big moral high horse here, but I hold to the ideal of biblical masculinity and femininity. Men should be the leaders, take the initiative, and protect the ladies. But they’re also called to care for and about them, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. And seeing them only as objects; as something with boobs to look at, really undermines that whole ideal.

And that’s why I open doors for them. That’s why I don’t let them carry their own trays from the table. It’s not cause I’m sexist, or because I don’t think they can do it by themselves; It’s because every time I see a girl holding the door open for a guy, or carrying a huge load of books to class, I see some guy that’s not doing his job. Some guy that refuses to grow up and be a man.

Let’s be real. Holding doors and carrying trays doesn’t make you a man. It shows what’s on the inside. It shows that you value and respect the ladies you come into contact with. It shows you care enough about them to put them before yourself, even if it is a bit more inconveniencing to you. It shows you’re not in middle school anymore.

Yeah. I’m sorry for preaching. But for all you guys that read this (all 2 of you, 1 if you count out those in my immediate family), grow up. It’s not cool to not care. Deal with it.

Monday, August 30, 2004

The Great Sasquatch Hunt

When they said I was having “freshman orientation” on Thursday night, I very quietly freaked out. Images of shaving cream, alchohol, severe beatings, and duct tape flashed through my brain. Contrasting that were images of running through campus in my whitey tighties. Suffice to say, I was freaked out.

Oh, and one more thing I should mention. Miller (my dorm) is the only all male dorm on campus. The others are sectioned off by floor, but miller is the only one that houses pure testosterone. Keep that in mind.

My floor went around together to do the different “challenges”. The first one, understandably machisimo, was to pick up a girl. And I’m using the word “girl” very liberally here. We found Carletta, lying on the ground showing a lot of his, I mean her, legs. Apparently we were supposed to use subtle lines or whatever “hey, I’ve seen you around campus, etc…” you know, conversation starters and whatnot. But we didn’t worry about those.

So after picking up the he-she, we did fairly normal things like making a pyramid (I was on the bottom, of course) and climbing a rope wall. These, unlike the previous exercise, actually served their purpose in showing teamwork. I know I for one would not have been able to make it up to the top without help from the other guys.

Then came the crossing of the swinging bridge…with our shirts pulled over our eyes. Then the piggie-back rides over back to the other side; through the water. For some odd reason, my partner decided to lift my 200-pound frame onto his somewhat scrawny shoulders, thus causing us to fall forwards into the creek.
But none compare to the great Sasquatch hunt. The Sasquatch is the legendary creature that lives behind our dorm. Or at least that’s what they told us. To me, he looked a lot more like a really hairy guy in a speedo with Vaseline slathered all over himself. We had to catch him, hoist him over our heads, chant masculinely, and promptly drop him. Well, actually we didn’t have to drop him, but we did anyway. Yeah. He appreciated that a lot.

Well, if this is any indications, there are a lot more Sasquatches in my future.

I’m not sure what on earth that means, but I’m scared as crap.

Friday, August 27, 2004

First Day Of Camp…us

After 7 hours of driving, 3 fast food stops, 2 suitcases of my worldly possessions, and much coffee, I arrived at Messiah. After about a complete day or so as a college student, I have one question. Why on earth does this feel so much like a summer camp?

I mean, it may be the exact opposite; all the summer camps I’ve ever been to have been at colleges, and felt a lot like college. But there’s something different about this one: It really is college. But for some reason I’m getting into the whole summer camp mentality. I meet people, and for some reason feel like I won’t see them after a week or so. In fact, the opposite is true. I’ll end up hanging out with these people for the next 4 years. I’ll become best friends with these people. Yeah…weird.

I figure it’ll stop feeling like a summer camp by the time classes start.

But anyhow, I’ll post a bigger post later about what all has happened. There’s a lot that’ll make a good post. Yeah… this is gonna be alright.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004


When you’re working the lunch hour at Chick-Fil-A, You want a lot of chicken. Sandwhiches fly out of the chutes so fast, it’s all you can do to keep up with the orders. As soon as a batch comes up, you need another one to go down, or you’ll run out. You don’t worry about holding times, food costs, or anything. You just want chicken, and you want a lot of it, and you want it fast.

But at the end of the night, things are very different. You want to call as little as possible; just enough to get by. You want to make most things to order, and barely get chicken at all.

The reason for the contrast is because you’re in a completely different mindset at close. It’s different because things are ending. The store closes at 10, and all chicken has to be thrown away at that time. You don’t want to have too much left over from earlier, or it won’t mean a thing after it’s all done.

For some reason, I have that feeling right now. My life in the wonderful little Commonwealth of Virginia is coming to an end. I feel it more in the little things. Things like not being able to wear nice clothes because most of them are packed. Things like saying I won’t be able to go to movies or concerts with people because I’ll be in another state. Things like playing synth on Sunday for the last time. Things like seeing friends for the last time. Things like going to Care Group for the last time.

Things like working at Chick-Fil-A for the last time.

Well, I guess I won’t miss everything.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

God Bless the Indian Summer

Click here, scroll to the bottom. I'm suddenly less apprehensive aboutgoing to messiah now. Free Pedro.

And on that note: I'm quite proud of myself. I believe I've just had the most flawless working of song lyrics into convesation. Observe:

Mondenkind 33: u know, u think spring semester is gonna be warm mostly
Mondenkind 33: but fall is actually warmer
Mondenkind 33: sept is beautiful
Mondenkind 33: and last year we had an indian summer like halfway through nov
Mondenkind 33: it was crazy
MovieMakinHobbit: Yeah
MovieMakinHobbit: God bless the indian summer....

And on that note, God bless the Indian Summer.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Movie Review: Napoleon Dynamite

I’d just like to say this up front. I wanted to see Napoleon Dynamite before anyone else. I saw an online ad, went to the website, looked at the production stills read the production notes .pdf, etc. Then when I heard from other people that it was funny, I wanted to see it even more. I’ve seen Napoleon Dynamite twice now, and I think I can safely say: this is a good movie.

To be quite honest though, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would (at least the first time). The plot centers on the title Napoleon Dynamite (played by Jon Heider), and his older brother Kip, Uncle Rico, and Friends Deb and Pedro. And I use the word ‘plot’ quite loosely, as what little there is, is only there to serve the characters. Normally in Hollywood, you see the exact opposite, and it may be a good thing to know going in, that you will only like this movie if you like weird characters.

And by weird, I mean WEIRD.

I am not exaggerating at all when I say that EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER in this movie is so outrageously out there, it’s not even funny. Or, to be more correct, it‘s incredibly funny. In most movies, a character like Uncle Rico would be outrageous enough to be the “weirdest” character. But in Napoleon Dynamite, he may be the least odd. The sheer oddness of all the rest of them completely overshadows any one character.

But then, I think that’s just what I didn’t like about this movie. It’s not that we’ve never seen a movie with a bunch of weird characters, but all of those have at least one character that’s in touch with reality. A “straight” man, as they would say in Vaudeville. That was the formula they used. The straight guy would set up the jokes, and the, umm, I dunno. Gay?… whatever guy would give the punchlines.

In Napoleon Dynamite, there is no “straight” character; Not a single character in the movie is a member of the “real” world. This gives the film a bit of a surreal feel to it.

And unfortunately, because of this, we miss the human element. We laugh at Napoleon (actually, we laugh a LOT), but we almost never feel truly sorry for him, because he just isn’t ‘real’ to us.

But I digress. This movie is freaking hilarious. If the only reason you want to see this movie is to laugh at a curly haired geek fall all over himself, and say funny things, then by all means, go see this movie. Great storytelling this is not, but funny, yes.

And one little note: Some unnamed people have called this movie “Indie”, and calling all who didn’t like it “mainstream”. Let me tell you something: when a movie has MTV splashed all over the leader, a flashy website, and it’s stars are presenters at the teen choice awards, it’s not strictly an “indie” movie anymore.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

It's a bird, it's a, it's a gay governor (in fact, a gayvernor!)

Yahoo! News - N.J. Governor Resigns, Admits Gay Affair

This is what Felicia, our resident New Jersey correspondent, had to say in reaction to today's news:

Stars Blind Eyes: if bush was gay i would cry
Stars Blind Eyes: cus hes sexy
Stars Blind Eyes: in a wrinkly sort of way

This has been an Agnax special report.

Movie Review: The Village

Going in to see The Village, I had been hearing rather polarized reviews from both camps: People either loved it (Richard Roper called it an early Oscar contender; Chris Haggard liked it too) or hated it (Roger Ebert gave it one star, called it boring and monotonous; Whitney Rusnak didn’t much care for it, either). This makes sense, with it’s Tomatometer Rating at 44%. So going in, I expected to be either really let down, or completely blown away.

However, I walked out of the theater, realizing that I was neither. The premise (which I will not go much into, for the sake of those yet to see the movie) was, quite honestly a flimsy one, kept mostly a secret until the end. Some said they could see it coming; I think they’re lying. But whatever the case, the movie is saved by Shyamalan’s once again strong directing.

The village is more of a character study than his previous movies, dealing more with human nature than with supernatural creatures and the like. This is made possible not only by Shyamalan’s skilled writing, but also by the phenomenal cast. Ron Howard’s daughter, Bryce Dallas Howard, is exceptional in her screen debut as the blind heroine. Shyamalan cast her without an audition after seeing her in a broadway show. From the first moment we see her, we know he made the right choice.

But she’s not alone. Shyamalan chose an all-star cast for this picture, including Academy award nominees Joaquin Phoenix and Sigourney Weaver, and Academy award winners William Hurt and Adrien Brody. The acting is good all around, although I was not very impressed with Adrien Brody. He plays (or OVERplays) the mentally challenged village idiot. What could have been a very challenging and dramatic role for him, ends up being more comic relief than anything. One part in particular when he does something not at all funny, I found the people sitting next to me laughing (I’m being vague on purpose).

But, Brody and the less than gratifying ending aside, the movie’s saving grace lies, as I said, in Shyamalan’s directing. Even with a less-than-perfect idea, he crafts a thoroughly watchable and engaging movie. Not nearly as good as the sixth sense, or even signs (I have yet to see Unbreakable), but still a good movie.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

..'Til the day when we live in a video

I've seen a couple movies recently, (The Village and Napoleon Dynamite) so I'll be posting reviews on them as soon as I type them up.

Friday, August 06, 2004


I was cleaning out my room last night, and came across my old school notebooks. I opened them, and memories came flooding back.

Memories of an awkward 14-year-old going on a spring trip to pennsylvania, memories of that awkward 14-year-old making friends and being accepted anyway, of choirs starting and choirs ending; of study halls that were supposed to be used for practicing, instead used for talking and building friendships; of Drama classes where that awkward 14-year-old was called apon to actually DIRECT a play; of trips to north carolina spent doing nothing but taping the prank wars between two brother's cabins; of wanting to tell someone something, but not being able to. At least not until the school years done, and even then only being able to do it over IM; of Chemistry classes spent suprememly goofing off; of Spanish classes spent slacking, and then getting a D, and then working my butt off to get a C; of all the Mrs. McCarthy-isms(Lo-and-behold); of FINALLY, after years of trying, being exempt from the final math exam; of the many, many debates on predestination; of a senior year that will never be forgotten, although perhaps for the wrong reasons; of an extremely memorable speech and debate class; of an unbelievely fun year of leading a praise band; of a crazily well-performed choir concert, unaware that it was my last; of how the mistake of one can, and will, affect hundreds; that leadership is a gift from God, not meant to be abused; of friendships made, and broken; of friend's friendships made, and broken; of singing 'Army' at the top of our lungs; of prom; of 'the' dance; of laughing, of crying, of loving, of hurting...

......of her.....

I threw them away.

...should I have?

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Matt on the Road pt. 11 –6/26/04 8:17 AM El Paso Time

Well our last day in mexico was a long one. We went to the market, and I got ripped off several times. I bought a bullwhip for 12 dollars, only to find that someone else bought the same one 3 for 11. Also, I bought some sunglasses that happened to break on the way home. Stupid Mexicans.

Anyway, I think it’s about time to wrap up this mexico blog thing. My final thoughts on the trip are: I’m glad I was on team B.

At first, I was hoping I could be on the A team, but now that the week’s done, I can see how it would have been completely different. I would have never gotten to know the people I did, being on team A. I would have hung out with the friends I already had, and never met (or re-met) anyone new.

It just goes to show you how God uses things you expect to be bad for good. Or something like that. It’s late.

Monday, August 02, 2004

Movie Review: The Bourne Supremacy

When I first saw the trailers for the Bourne supremacy, the anticipation immediately started building; which is quite interesting, seeing as I hadn’t seen the first one. A movie gallery rental later, that was remedied.

The original Bourne Identity struck me as a great mixture of character vs. plot vs. action. In many action movies, if not most, the characters are there only to further the plot, which in turn is only there to fit as many cool action/FX scenes as possible. In The Bourne Identity, though, the characters were fully functional and drove the plot of their own accord, not vice versa. And to boot, it had great action and FX.

This thread is continued in The Bourne Supremacy, although I will say up front I didn’t like it as much as the first one. The first one had the advantage of us getting to know the characters, at the exact same time as they were finding out who they were themselves.

Unfortunately, in the BS (which is just a coincidence, by the way. It’s really not that bad…) there is very little character exposition, since we already know the characters. Unfortunately, most of the new characters are given very little depth at all. They’re really only there to provide something for Bourne to do.

For most action movies, I wouldn’t harp on this very much. It’s just that BS had a bit of a rep to live up to (for me, anyway). It had very little characterization, although the amount it did have, I did enjoy.

Sadly, though, the plot was also fairly standard. It wasn’t anything too great, rather predictable in fact. It wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t nearly as involving as the first.

But as far as action/FX go, words cannot describe (at least spoiler-free, they can’t). Put it this way: if this is your sole reason for wanting to see this movie, then GO SEE IT. RIGHT NOW.

Actually, even if it isn’t, go see it anyway. The action scenes are the one part that I think BS improved on the first. Not only in the direction and choreography of them, but just the sheer creativity of them. Again, in an effort to be spoiler-free, I won’t say any more. But suffice to say, in my opinion this more than makes up for the mediocre parts of the rest.

Conclusion: Go see it. It’s not that deep, but it’s mad fun.

Matt on the Road pt. 10 –6/26/04 8:17 AM Guadalupe Time

There is a dog here. No one knows how she got here, or what to call her. We call her scratch, but the children don’t have a name for her. Probably because they don’t much like her. I’ve seen kids kick her away for no reason.

Now, she’s by no means the perfect dog. She probably has more fleas on her than the entire population of Rhode Island. Not to mention more diseases than a hospital in downtown Manhattan.

But she’s one of the most loving dogs I’ve ever met. All you have to do is show her the least bit of affection, and she’ll love you more than anything. She won’t touch you, but that’s probably a good thing. I don’t know WHY she’s so friendly towards us, since all the Mexican kids are so mean to her. One would think she’d learn not to trust humans.

Not so, which was perhaps her undoing. I just found out that they had her put to sleep. Which in Mexico, as you can imagine, is nowhere near as humane as in the U.S. I don’t know all the details, but it really makes me sad.

Also, she has a puppy. I’m not sure how old it is, or if it’s old enough to be taken away from it’s mother or not. But I think the fact that I even care that some random dog in Mexico is dead says a lot about how much a week can mean.

I said near the beginning about how “Someone said it was a “life changing” experience for them, but I’m not quite sure how much one week can really change your life.” I’m not sure how life changing it was for me, but I’ve really bonded both with the kids from the orphanage, but also people from my church (Rachel Herman is NOT as quiet as she seems).

People that I barely know, or even did not know at all, are now actually my friends. But now I have to leave the ones at the orphanage, and join my friends from church to go back to los Estados Unidos. Part of me wonders whether it was worth it, just knowing people for a week, just enough time to get close, and then saying goodbye, probably forever.

But I think that the fact that I knew them, and became friends outweighs the fact that I’m leaving. So, for better or for worse, we’re leaving the orphanage today.

And what makes it even harder, is to think that I’ll have to leave all the friendships I’ve made and built on this trip with church people in 2 months, as well. College is a weird thing. Soon is the day where I pack my entire life into a suitcase, and leave behind everything that was ever familiar to me, and that I hold dear.

But in all this moving around, It’s a bit comforting to know that God is there all the time. He’ll be here with these kids when I leave, he’ll be with my friends when I go to college, and he’ll even be with me, wherever I decide to go next.

I guess that is a bit comforting, isn’t it?

Sunday, August 01, 2004


Saw the Bourne Supremacy yesterday. Review up soon.

Saturday, July 31, 2004

You've never been out in the woods alone...

Wow. Where to begin? I’ve just gotten back from a life-changing two weeks, and I want to say everything at once. But that would get boring very, very quickly. If anyone has any specific questions, feel free to e-mail or IM me at mattguy2k[at]yahoo[dot]com, and moviemakinhobbit respectively.

Okay, lemme essplain… No, there is too much. Lemme sum up.

First off: Fun. I met some of the coolest people ever. And by cool, I mean totally sweet. We had fun going on wal-mart runs, thrift store shopping, jamming on pianos/guitars, paintballing, and quite a few things in between.

Also, I do believe I had the coolest small group leader: Ben Williams. Besides being a really cool guy, and having a voice that periodically cracks like a little girl, he’s also the spitting image of Wesley from the princess bride. Not only that, but he’s also a great discussion leader, and made small group time fun, interesting, and at many times very thought provoking.

One of the highlights of my week was when I played piano in the talent show, which I believe deserves it’s very own post.

Secondly: instruction. I know that’s a very boring word to use, and I wish I had some way to make it more exciting, but trust me, it was one of the best times of teaching I’ve ever received. But before I tell you what it was like, let me tell you what it was NOT like.

This was NOT school. At school, they’ll throw facts out at you, many times not honestly caring whether you understand or comprehend, just caring that they get your parent’s money.

This was NOT church or Sunday school. Yes, this was a Christian camp. And yes, this was an academic camp (in a sense). But many times in the Christian community, they say that you shouldn’t question what you believe. Questioning equals doubting, and doubting equals sinning.

That’s bull.

If what you believe really is truth, then how on earth could questioning it do anything but strengthen it? WAY too often people just put thoughts and questions on a mental shelf, never to think about them until it’s too late. Okay end of soapbox.

I won’t go too in depth as to the sessions, but suffice to say, they were phenomenal. They covered everything from Science, to Philosophy, to Entertainment, to Witnessing, to roles of Men and Women and the family; but then as the week turned, we went more specific, talking about things like abortion/bioethics, cults, and homosexuality (which gave me a whole new perspective on the topic, ask me later sometime).

I think that’s a fairly large post, so I’ll stop there. I’d just like to say that it was a lot like drinking out of a fire hose. There was so much thrown at me, it was hard to keep up with it all. But I loved it, and I’m definitely going next year. And I think every single one of you should, too.

And I don’t think I’m overstating it by saying this; there is not a single person I know that could not benefit from going to this next year. I hope you take this into consideration for your plans next year. Okay, I’m done with my spiel, now.

P.S. <-- official summit ministries site (more about the one in Colorado, the one I DIDN’T go to) <-- official summit at bryan college site (the one I DID go to)
Do yourself a favor, bookmark these for later.

P.P.S. I want to get all these mexico posts out of the way, so I set them to automatically post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That should do it.

Matt on the Road pt. 9 –6/25/04 9:47 AM Guadalupe Time

Well, we just burned our trash. Before you start getting angry, and calling us things like “hoodlums”, “hooligans”, and “growing young men”, we were supposed to. See, trash collection is pretty non-existent out here, and we are forced to burn all our trash. This is great news for all the pyros in the bunch.

There is a downside to this, however, and it’s quite a large one. It smells. Really bad. This is because we burn EVERYTHING, including…well let me back up.

3 months earlier. Sovereign Grace Church. Eric is going over some of the rules of the orphanage. One is that girls can’t wear shorts (of course guys could, and we took full advantage of this). But another one is, we CANNOT put toilet paper in the toilet. We must put it in the trash can, and then at the end of the day take it to the burn pile.

And no, I’m not kidding.

I love Mexico.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

...And then he said, "hey, I'll update."

Please accept my dearest apologies for the lack of updates. Well, at least all two of you who actually read this dumb blog, because you know Xanga is sooo much better. There's nothing greater than forcing people to register for a service they may or may not want/need, just to comment on a page they see. Well, it's either that or the smileys...
But that's neither here nor there. Actually, it may be a bit closer to over by Wyoming, but definitely not anywhere remotely near reality.
As some of you may already know, I am at the Summit at Bryan College in Daton, TN. Unfortunately, connecting to the internet with my laptop has not been as succesful as I would have hoped, so I'm in Bryan's Computer Lab, updating by blog that only Kelsey, Melissa, and sometimes Aaron care to read.
So this concludes my self-inclusive post. Yeah, I just realized that I posted about posting. I'm going to go slit my wrists now.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Movie Review: The Terminal

I’d like to try to start reviewing every movie I see from now on. So without further ado, THE TERMINAL:

Before I saw the movie, my friend said it, quote, “looked cute”. I told her not to PLEASE not use the word “cute” in reference to a Spieldberg movie. But now after seeing it, I feel like I must concur with her statement, that it was, as they say, cute.

The plot makes no effort to be complicated or confusing, which is alright. This movie doesn’t quite seem to be the type that thrives on plot anyway. Viktor Navorski, a visitor from an eastern European country arrives in the US, only to find that while he was in the air, his country went through a revolution, and is no longer recognized by the United States. He is therefore forced to spend a day in the airport until the situation is resolved. That day turns into 9 months, in which he eats, sleeps, and works all within the confines of the airport.

This premise would seem to open up a variety of dramatic possibilities for character development. Unfortunately, however, we never learn that much about Viktor. I left the movie wishing I had cared more about him than I did. I mean, it’s Tom Hanks, and he’s playing an unassuming Russian dude, of course you’re gonna care about what happens to him. But unfortunately, he just didn’t seem real to me.

In fact, I could say that about pretty much the whole movie. It all had a bit of a fantasy Frank-Capra-esque feel to it. I suppose that’s okay, but I only wish that Spieldberg had let us see more of the real Viktor.

But don’t get me wrong, Tom Hanks did a wonderful job, in spite of the fact that the script gave him nowhere to go (literally as the case just happened to be). We just have Viktor Navorski dropped in our laps with virtually no introduction. Unfortunately, it pretty much stays that way. Catherine Zeta Jones gives an okay performance, and even though I normally don’t care for her, I think she did alright.

So to sum up, definitely not Spieldberg’s finest.

…But it’s cute.

Matt on the Road pt. 8 –6/24/04 11:30 PM Guadalupe Time

I think that Mexicans are some of the smartest people God created. I mean, on the surface, they don’t seem like it. In fact they may seem downright DUMB sometimes. But trust me, they're smart.

Why, you may ask? What did they do that was so great? Well, it’s not the lack of traffic laws, or lack of littering laws, or the lack of automobile maitenence laws, or anything like that

Actually, as a sidenote, I don’t think Mexico actually has any laws. In fact, I don’t think they have a government. I mean, sure I see posters all over the place for some dude running for “Gobernador”, but he’s positively hideous. If the government DOES exist, then…um… It shouldn’t. At all.

(Oh, and by the way don’t read too much into that politically, please.)

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Their work of genius.

At first, it may not seem that big of a deal, but after you do it, you realize how incredibly liberating it is. I could understand how some people could get addicted, but I’m alright, and I’ll stop as soon as I get back into the country. It just helps me relax.

...I’m talking, of course, about the siesta (why, what’d you think was talking about?). For those of you unfamiliar with the idea, a siesta is a time right after lunch until about 3 or 4 that is primarily used for……sleeping. In America, we run on caffeine. In Mexico, they run on siestas.

Businesses actually shut down around this time, and then open back up later in the day. Sleep is important enough to them down here to structure their entire schedule around it. And the best part is, you get to stay up late, guilt-free.

I didn’t really realize how important my siesta was, until I tried to go without one today. After a morning of hard work, and a big lunch, I tried to go back to work. But after 4 hours of that, I dropped right into bed. I couldn’t go on. I had just worked 4 hours during the hottest part of the day, when I could have been sleeping. Then I slept when I could have been working.

Well, I think siestas are a necessary part of life. Or at least they should be. That’s why, when I'm president (Or Gobernador, or whatever) I’m instituting national nap time. All schools and businesses will be closed between the hours of 12 to 3. You can spend this time however you wish, but I suggest you use it to sleep. I mean it IS called “national nap time”, retard.

Besides you’ll need the sleep to stay up for national Alias re-runs from 1-2 AM.

Matt on the Road pt. 7 –6/24/04 6:21 AM Guadalupe Time

We had a time of “encouragement” yesterday. Everyone got “encouraged”, including yours truly. They said I should be commended because I mopped the floor, swept, etc. You know, feminine jobs.

Well, I guess Eric felt sorry for me, because right afterwards, he appointed me head of painting team.

Now if you know me at all, then you know that I know absolutely nothing about painting.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004


Edwards Joins Kerry's Bid to Unseat Bush

Well, Kerry just picked Edwards as his VP pick, making it a John-John ticket. But wouldn't you much rather see THIS?:

Image Hosted by

Monday, July 05, 2004

Matt on the Road pt. 6 –6/23/04 11:21 PM Guadalupe Time

Today we played Mao. Then, later, we played Mao again. And then, after a while, we decided to play it again.

Eventually, we got a 20 person Mao game going. At 11 o’clock at night. This, my friends, is pure bliss. At least for me, who just so happened to be the Maomaster.

Now if you’re not familiar with Mao, then let me warn you: You won’t like it. In fact you may hate it. Perhaps you’ll begin to hate everything about it, including me. It’s happened before. BUT, having said that, once you start, you won’t be able to stop playing it.

On the surface, it’s just a simple card game. It’s kind of like Uno. But I’ve probably gotten more people to hate me over the years by being the Maomaster than by anything else I’ve ever done.

See, the thing is (that was for you, Aaron), you aren’t allowed to know the rules. You have to start playing cold turkey, having no idea what you’re doing. The only two things you can know is 1.) It’s kinda like Uno, and 2.)The Maomaster is the supreme dictator of the game, and can punish you for whatever he or she deems punishable. This includes, but is not limited to: making fun of the Maomaster or the game, putting undue stress on the playing table, yelling, stupidity, being Gabe Dudley, and cheating.

Speaking of cheating, this brings up a very painful memory. Last night, my youth pastor laid down two cards, while pretending to lay down one. My own youth pastor...cheated at cards. I've still not fully recovered.

But don’t worry, we punished him thouroughly for his mis-deed...


Well, Celebration was good. It was the last one, so I guess it would have had to have been. We completely kicked some major rearend in sports (no thanks to me, I might add) winning 4 out of 6 trophies (which ended up being bobble-heads, anyway). I may do a big post later about it, we’ll see.

But anyway, I didn’t update my blog at all up there, even though I had internet access. And then I came home, and still didn’t update. But there’s a reason why: My life is boring.

Well, right now it is anyway. Furthermore, everyday is the same. If I were to blog about every day, here’s what a typical post would look like: “I woke up at 9ish. I went work at 11. I worked til 5. I got home. I poked around until 9 or so. Watched Whose Line, maybe family guy. I got on my computer. When I realized it was 11 and my uniform wasn’t washed, I threw it in, and updated my blog before I go back to bed.”

I hate it. Working 11-5 is most probably the absolute worst time to work. I mean, if I work at 6 in the morning until 2, I at least have the rest of the day to do whatever. Or if I work from 5 until close, besides being able to sleep in, I’ll have the early part of the day to piddle around.

Solution? I guess I’ll just have to learn to be more creative with my posts.

Either that, or just keep posting old Mexico posts…

Saturday, July 03, 2004

Matt on the Road pt. 5 – 6/22/04 7:43 PM Guadalupe Time

Highlights from my 3rd day in Mexico:

One single thing has captured the hearts and minds of the young orphans here at Rancho 3M in Guadalupe, Mexico. My digital camera. They love nothing more than taking 30+ random pictures of each other, effectively using up my memory stick, and then showing them to each other.


Periodically, a truck carrying large gas tanks will drive by the orphanage, blasting mariachi music into the countryside. I guess to Mexicans, gas is like ice cream. Mexico sure is weird


I got prayed for today. And just in case nobody thinks I’m special, so did 3 other people. And 4 the day before. And most likely 4 tomorrow, too. But no-one really cares about them, do you? It’s all about me.

Anyways, a lot of it had to do with my future, and going away to college and such. Now that I think about it, I’ve got less than 2 months left. Which is, oh my god, like ...1/3 less than last month!

Well, It’s coming up soon, that’s for sure. They said that’s God’s preparing me to be a messenger for him. Mr. Wallis read this scripture:

1 Cor 2:1-2 “And I, when I came to you, brothers, did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.”

For some reason, people think I’m intelligent (well, some people, anyway). But what’s more effective than being intelligent, or a good orator, or having good grammar, or whatever, is just proclaiming Christ crucified. And Christ crucified only.

There was more, too. But this is what I want to keep at the center. There may be worldy wisdom (or “college knowledge” as Mr. Wallis said), and that’s good up to a point. But I ask that I don’t stray from my center, which is Christ crucified.


Thursday, July 01, 2004

Times they are a-changing

Well, I'm off to celebration tomorrow, so I thought I'd change my blog.

No matter how many times I try, I can't get that sentence to make sense. Anyway, I've got a flashy, interesting, yet not distracting layout now, and I'm happy. But wait, THERE'S more! I'm proud to announce both a name change and COMMENTS FOR EVERYONE!!

That's right, there's no need to register with blogger to comment on all the dumb stuff I say. That's the internet hard at work, making it just that much easier to harrass Matt. Ah, I love Al Gore.

(oh, and by the by the way, You can get the code from, and it's pretty easy to put in your blog. I'm not sure how well it'll work for xanga, i never messed with that stuff.)

But yeah, who knows, maybe I'll even get to a computer at celebration and post for you all. Maybe I can borrow someone's cell phone and try out this neato thing called audioblogging. If not, then I'll may do the same thing I'm doing with my mexico posts, and just keep posting weeks after it happened. *evil grin*

< voice of reason >Or maybe you could just stop being a geek for 4 friggin days, and forego updating your dumb blog that nobody reads < /voice of reason >

Speaking of packing for celebration, I should be doing that right now (instead of updating my dumb blog that nobody reads). It feels a bit odd. I literally JUST finished unpacking from Mexico, and here I am packing for celebration. And after that, I'll pack for summit, then I'll get home for a week or two, before packing for the worship conference. Then I'll get maybe a whole 3 weeks off, before packing for *da da da daaaa* college.

Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can work some sleep in.

UPDATE: Yeah, I just realized I never said much about the name change, although all the smart people have it figure out already (or just the people who got here from my old blog). Yeah, it's Xanga. But backwards.

Think about it.

Matt on the Road pt. 4 – 6/21/04 6:40 PM Guadalupe Time

I just gave guitar lessons to a 12 year old girl. She didn’t speak English. I didn’t speak Spanish. Yet, I still managed to get the idea of a D chord across.

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

End of a legend

Trogdor has sadly met an untimely end. No not the green burninator of old, but my 1985 Honda accord, affectionately named for the green burninator of old.

I’ve told some of you the story, but for posterity, here it is in it’s entirety:

It was a sweltering Sunday morning. Deep inside the Thornton castle, a young prince sat down to breakfast. As he ate, he could not help but feel sad for his noble steed below in the stables. He was a strong young stallion, and had taken a liking to the boy. He had given him the name Trogdor, after the infamous dragon that had burninated their countryside so long ago. But a few weeks earlier, the princess, who had just gotten her learners permit, left him out after dark, and he had fallen ill. He simply could not regain strength to run.

Sensing the young prince’s troubles, his evil father, King Randolf, offered to help him. He said to the prince, “I shall use my steed, Magneta, and run alongside yours, giving it a ‘jump’ so to speak.” The prince saw no wrong in this, and agreed.

But less than an hour later, as they were speaking to one another before mass, a loud neigh went out from the field, and pierced the heart of the young prince. He ran to the window, to see his noble steed dead on the ground, Magneta standing next to it.

He then took it to the shop, only to find it needed a new radiator, and had permanent engine damage. Or wait…

Sorry, I couldn’t really keep it up for that long. But yeah, my car is totaled, and I’m driving my dad’s stick shift. Which, by the way, isn’t as hard as I imagined it to be. I’m enjoying it so far.

P.S. At least I didn’t end up like This person.

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Matt on the Road pt. 3 – 6/21/04 2:29 PM Guadalupe Time

Sleep, sweet sleep. After a long first day in Mexico, We got to bed around 10:30, which is 12:30 Virginia Beach time. I was enjoying sleep surprisingly well, given the fact that my mother packed Ian’s rock hard pillow for me instead of my own. But rock and all, it was a nice sleep, as far as sleeps go.

Then at 5:30 sharp, came Big Ben. Or at least that what we’re calling Maxwell’s clock right now. It’s surprising how much this little alarm clock resembles the tower of London’s own fair wake-up call. Except that the tower of london happens to be on the other side of the earth. And there it should stay.

I had asked to wake up at 5:30, though. Like a lot of the other people, I had decided to go to “the hill”. Now just because “the hill” is in quotation marks, doesn’t mean it’s all that special. It’s just your basic hill, except it has a cross made from two iron girders stuck in the ground at the summit (if a hill can have a summit).

We went up there to have our quiet times, and it was very peaceful. Even in the desolate desert I could see the handiwork of God’s creation. It may sound weird, but from the rolling sand dunes, to the desert foliage, to the mountains surrounding us in all directions, it all spoke to me about how great nature is. A lot of people think of the desert as just a big desolate, uninhabitable region of land, when just the opposite is true. We need deserts, just as much as we need oceans, mountains, or forests. It’s all part of the same earth, and everything plays an equal part in the balance. But anyway, back to the hill. I was just in awe. Here was something that was so much bigger than I was. All the grandeur I was witnessing was only a small part of it.

But running right through the middle of all of this was an old rusted barbed wire fence. I’m not sure why, but the fence made me mad. Here was this landscape of near perfection, and some guy had to put his freaking fence right through the middle. What irreverence! What disrespect! Or, as my sister would say: ”dude, that’s wack!”. It’s like he just thought “Screw you, nature, you’re not THAT great. Behold the awesome grandeur of man: jagged rusted metal twisted around distorted tree trunks stuck in the ground to establish a boundary between me and my fellow man, whom I detest in the highest sense of the word…”

Well, actually, I doubt the dude was really thinking all of that when he made the fence. Anyway.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no hippie environmentalist or anything. But the Good Lord gave us one earth. And it was a Good one (or at least that’s what HE said). Let’s not ruin it too much, okay?

Sunday, June 27, 2004


Well, I just got back from mexico, and I know i'm gonna sound like a geek, but....well, never mind. I AM a geek, not just sounding like one. Yeah, so I sort of "updated" my blog down there. Some would call it a journal, just on my computer, but they sound more like blog entries than anything else. So I'll be posting them pretty frequently the next week or two. The first one's up already.

Matt on the Road pt. 2 – 6/20/04 4:57 PM Guadalupe Time

Well, we just got to the orphanage. And I must say, my first day in Mexico has been a bit disorienting so far, to say the least. This could possibly be due to the fact that I’m in a different country that’s two time zones away.

The first object of my disorientation was the sign that we passed today. It said: “You are now leaving the United States of America”. Woah. Talk about weird. I now have no rights.

As we passed the border, it was just a bit interesting to see that the line to get INTO the U.S. was significantly longer than the one to get out. That’s symbolic of a lot of the differences between America and Mexico.

An obvious one is the language. Right after we passed the first sign, we were greeted by another one that read: “Beinvenidos al Mexico”. And suddenly, ALL the signs were in Spanish. I must say, it was a bit odd. I guess in the back of my mind I still thought Spanish was just an imaginary language that no-one REALLY spoke, but said that kids should take anyways. Because it “might come in useful someday”.

Anyways, we went to church in Juarez today. And I must say, it was a bit odd. It felt a lot like a SGC service, just…IN SPANISH. My recollection of my 3 years of Spanish has been a bit elusive to me so far. During the announcements, whenever I was even a bit close to catching what the pastor was saying, he suddenly decided to talk five times faster, thus causing major confusion among my brain cells.

He caused even more when, after another barrage of Spanish, he suddenly without warning switched to English, and said “Would you please stand for us?”. Not knowing what else to do, we stood. Apparently the congregation thought that was enough, because they clapped.

Luckily, Eric was invited to give the sermon, and the pastor translated. A bit strange, and it took twice as long (or he had half as much to say, depending on how you look at it). It was weird, though, when he said something funny, and we would all laugh, then the guy would translate, and none of the Mexicans would. Psh.

After our first “REAL” Mexican meal, we set out onto the road for Guadalupe. I noticed that Mexico must have many less automobile laws than we do, since almost none of the cars that I saw on the road would have ever passed state inspection in Virginia. One van’s sliding door obviously wouldn’t shut, one had TWO missing tail-lights, and one had a duct tape bumper.

I think that may be a bit telling of the strictness of Mexican law in general. At the orphanage, we’re going to have to burn all of our trash, including toilet paper (don’t ask). Doesn’t matter whether it’s toxic, non-toxic, or explosive, it all goes into the burn pile.

Dean (the guy who runs the orphanage) said a big difference between the United States and Mexico is: In the U.S., you expect things to be safe, and if they aren’t, you sue. In Mexico, you assume everything to be dangerous, and you thank God on His throne above if it’s not.

But don’t get the wrong idea. It’s overall pretty good here. It’ll take some getting used to, but I think I’ll be okay living here for the next week.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Matt on the Road

6/20/04 7:01 AM El Paso Time

Well, we’re here in El Paso. My body feels like its almost 9 o’clock, but the alarm clock says something different. Oyg.

Well, the plane ride(s) over were a trip (literally). Homosexual flight attendants, Movies starring our water bottles, and a new song on Garageband are some of the highlights from the plane rides.

Last night we saw the A team(no not that one), and it was a bit weird, honestly. They all seemed happy to see us, but really sad to be leaving. But it was more than that, I’m not sure what it was. They all seemed very somber, and weren’t all that interested in joking around.

Someone said it was a “life changing” experience for them, but I’m not quite sure how much one week can really change your life that significantly. I mean, it’s only one week out of your entire life. Eventually, things are gonna go back to the way they were.

Who knows, though. I could be saying the same thing at the end of the week. We’ll see if it’s all that they say it is…

Friday, June 18, 2004


Some of you know this already, but I am leaving our fair country on Saturday. (well, actually I’m going to Texas on Saturday, and leaving our fair country on SUNDAY. Oh well, Texas is close enough to a foreign country anyway.)

I’m travelling with my church, and we’re going to an orphanage down there. We’re gonna help with some construction, and just hanging with the kids and stuff. If you happen to think of it next week, feel free to pray for us. Just for the blessing on the trip, on the ministry, etc.

Also, spontaneous recollection of the 3 years of Spanish I took in High School would be a good thing too.


The :30

I’ve wanted to sleep in almost every day this week, since, you know, it being SUMMER and all. My mother, being the kind and considerate person she is, lets me do this. Of course her idea of “sleeping in” is 9:30, which does not entirely match mine.

I have no problem with the :30 part, it’s the 9 that pisses me off.

A new beginning

Well, It’s finally happened. I’ve graduated from Xanga. I know it’s a bit odd for some of you, but I really think that a “real” blog fit my online personality a bit better. Xangas have become nothing more than an over-simplified web-design showcase. I choose instead to get something where I can actually get my thoughts published on the web, on a place slightly less hostile to actual written content.

Not that I have anything against Xanga, I’ll still keep my username, and use it to comment, or perhaps write some short posts, but I think this will be my online home for now.

Okay, so it’s a bit naked now, that’ll be fixed soon.

Monday, June 14, 2004

A note on XangaagnaX

Note: All Previous posts are Imported from my previous "blog" at They're still me, but they're still Xanga.

Sunday, June 13, 2004

a lil too boring

Some have voiced concern that my layout is too boring. I’m not sure if they were actually worried about the amount of the average Blog of Blog reader’s enjoyment, or if this was nothing more than a masked attempt to enlist their Xanga-beautifying services on my humble weblog abode.

Well whatever the case, I say to them: hey, ur xanga entries are looking a lil too boring if ya know what i mean. mayb u should get something worth reading on that craphole u call a website.

I mean, having a nice looking website is cool and all, but if there’s nothing there to read, then why make it look pretty? I mean, I can put flowers and perfume and sprinkles on a pile of crap, but that doesn’t make it any less a pile of crap. Actually, that would be a pretty sick pile of crap if you ask me.

No, I refuse to make my website look pretty. I choose instead to have stuff people may actually enjoy reading instead. I know, it’s quite a radical concept, having something interesting to read, on HyperTEXT Transfer Protocol( that’s the http up there in your address bar, for the uninitiated).

But the thing is, most people don’t even care about having anything to say on their website, instead leaving




                                                           Of h.o.r.s.e




But then they can’t just stop there, they have to add all the other sprinkles on the proverbial pile of crap. In five areas, specifically.

1. The first thing they change is the pictures. I have one question though…who was it that thought it was just so incredibly original to put flowers on their page? Sure, they’re pretty, and I guess that distracts us from the fact that there’s nothing important to read on your site. Lets see, pretty flower, crappy site… pretty flower…crappy site…moving on…

2. In all honesty, there’s nothing wrong with having a background image. But if you do, please, please PLEASE make sure we can read the rest of your site. I know you REALLY want that huge picture of the sun, or close-up of a toucan, or still life of bubble wrap, but seriously. If we can’t read what you type, why make a site? I mean, if all you made a site for was for us to look at pictures, then for God’s sake, open a photoblog.

3. PLEASE do not put music on your site. I mean, if I’ve got iTunes open, listening to the smooth sounds of Ben Folds, Switchfoot, or Radiohead (yeah, I think I’ve got my bases mostly covered there…) the very LAST thing I want to hear when I open someone’ page is someone desperately trying to sing the words: “I’m not a perfect person…” yeah, NO SHIT SHERLOCK! One side note to hoobastunk: Being on a major record label is a PRIVILEGE, not a right. You don’t deserve to be signed, and you don’t deserve to be on my friend’s blog. Get off.

4. Honestly, why do you need to rename the eProps and comments? Honestly, eProps are a dumb idea anyway. When was the last time you saw someone give you 1 or 0 eProps? But however devoid of purpose the principle of eProps are, you deprive them further by actually renaming the damned things. And you don’t stop there, you have to rename EVERY FREAKING THING. To the point where I don’t know what to click on for what, it all becomes a jumbled mess, and your readers either do the honorable thing and commit hara-kiri, or just leave your little screwed up corner of the internet.

5. And while we’re on the subject I have something to say to some people out there, you know who you are. Now girls, don’t you think it’s gone far enough? I mean, I like The Beatles as much as the next guy, in fact probably more than the next guy, but let’s be honest here. Half of them are dead, and the other two are quite old. I think the time is passed to be talking about which one is the cutest. It really only degrades them, along with all 60’s druggie bands, not to mention make you guys look like crazed teenyboppers, obsessed with the superstars of yesteryear. Please, listen to the music, and leave it at that.

In short: a lil too boring, is better than a lot too boring. Or something…

Saturday, June 05, 2004


I was at a red light the other day, and next to me was a cop, idling in his squad car. Apparently thirsting for some melodious entertainment, He decided to turn on his radio. I thought I heard something strange, and I turned down my CD. I couldn't believe it. This cop was listening to Gansta Rap.

Think about that for a while. A cop listening to Gansta Rap. A COP listening to GANGSTA RAP!!

I mean, honestly... what does he want to do, bust a cap in his own ass?

Thursday, May 27, 2004


Well, I‘m pretty much over my cold, thank you very much. I DID give it to other people, though (who, in turn gave it to other people, but we’ll leave that part alone for now).

However, I’ve still got a lot of snot in my nose. Which is really pissing my mom off, because I tend to snort quite often, now. I’m sorry, but when there’s no tissue in my immediate area, I’m not going to blow my nose on my shirt. I’m also not going to carry around a tissue everywhere like a pansy. I’ll do a lot of other things like a pansy, but no tissue carrying for me.

Well, the debate’s done, and thanks a whole freaking lot for your help, guys. We lost, thanks to all you slackers who COULDN’T just spare a FEW minutes to type up a debate for me, and post it in my comments. Jerks. Now I've got to do a debate on why cooperation is better than competition. It's due TOMMORROW. The LAST day of school.

You guys better hurry.

lWell, I’m almost gradgiated, err gravitated, or ingratiated or whatever it was when I get the stupid piece of paper from YMV... or wait,that's right. I don’t. I don't really care, just so long as I can LEAVE.

Anyways, I’m past ready to go. It feels so weird how it’s almost upon me. I’ve been kind of putting off thinking about it, but now all the punch is bought (trust me, I had to go get it at wal-mart. You have no idea how many stares you get when you throw 30 2-liter bottles of ginger ale into a cart and check out), the invitations are sent out (well, most of them…), and the decorations are all ready (or wait, are they?…Liza, we need to talk…), I realize that, yeah, I REALLY AM going to walk down the aisle. And I REALLY AM going to have my tassle moved. And I REALLY AM going to get the peice of paper that says I can go. And I REALLY AM going to leave.

And I REALLY AM going to miss you all.

When I think of where I was 4 years ago, the people I knew, the things I’d done, and just the person I was, and compare that to where I am now, I almost want to cry. You guys have meant so much to me over the years, and now I’m going to move to a place where I know absolutely NOBODY. I’ll meet people, I’ll make friends, I’m sure I’ll have a good time. But none of those people will really KNOW me, at least not for a while. I mean, 4 years ago, I hadn’t even met any of you guys. Hell, I wasn’t that close with you guys LAST year. But we’ve grown together a LOT, I have so many more closer friends than I did last year, and I almost wonder what it was all for..

I mean, you spend all this time and effort getting to know people, you get closer, and you feel like you’re really friends. Then you have to say goodbye. In 3 months, I’m going to college, and I have to go through the whole thing again. And the worst thing is, in 4 years from now I’ll feel the same way I do right now. People I haven’t even met yet will be best friends, and people that are best friends right now will feel like we’ve never met.

Times change. Friends change. But I know I’ll have at least one friend who stays with me, and I’m glad that He will. He has been faithful, he will provide. He's led me this far, there's no reason to hide. He can do better than I ever can. He's more than enough for me.

Monday, May 17, 2004


I’ve had this cold for the past couple of days that I like to call the “Feel Like Total Crap Syndrome”. With any luck, I’ll get off work today, and be able to work on my debate crap (or finding that sweet enchanted blade that has evaded me for so long).

The debate, by the way, is whether we should pull out of Iraq or not. I’m on the positive (which is that we SHOULD). The way I see it, is we’ve got the easier side, since we already promised to pull out sometime in June. So, instead of research it myself, I’m gonna go play some Morrowind, and let you guys research it for me. If you could just leave a URL, Book reference, quote, or word document containing an entire debate in the comments, that’d be great.

Digital Crack

I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while, but I have discovered a new obsession that is quickly taking over my life: The Elder Scrolls III:Morrowind. Holy freaking crap, this game is incredible. For the sake of not sounding like a geek, I’m not going to go into too much depth describing it, but it’s insanely detailed, and massively epic at the same time.

It’s recently been invading my entire thought process. I can’t do anything without worrying about how I’m going to advance to the next rank in the Mage’s Guild, clear the Caldera Ebony mines of thieves for the Fighter’s Guild, or discover the truth about the Nevaranine prophecy.

So yeah, it has the tendency to take over one’s life, so don’t be surprised when my grades start to go down, I begin to forget to shower and shave, and lose any sense of personal hygiene whatsoever.

Wednesday, April 28, 2004

Woah there

Well, first update in a lil over a week. I’m not doing that bad. I’ve done worse, but I’ve done better too. Okay, now on with the post.


If I hand you a twenty dollar bill, it is not necessary to ask “Is that a twenty?” I mean, do you really expect me to answer? I COULD just say “yeah, dumbass; what does it friggin’ look like?”. Or even better, I could be sarcastic. “No, actually it’s one of those new FIFTEEN dollar bills DISGUISED as a twenty”.

Oh, and while I’m at it: PLEASE, Please, please! Do NOT look at me weird when you charge me 4.64 and I give you a five, two nickels and four pennies. I just want an even amount of change back! I’m not insane, I just want 2 quarters, jerk.

I Bet That Made Aaron Denny Happy

And here’s some more:

Allyson and me decided on a classification system for swear words: There are 5 levels:

Red: The “F” word (in any form)
Orange: The “S” , The “B” word
Yellow: Ass, Bastard
Green: Crap, Freaking (or frickin, or friggin, or any derivative thereof)
Blue: shoot, dangit, Gosh golly gee

See, Yellow is about what they’ll allow on network TV, Orange if it’s primetime or fox, and Red if it’s HBO. As some of you may have guessed, I’m trying to keep mine PG-13 rated, and thus somewhere in the chartreuse area (look it up, retard).

We’ll be back after these messages

Well, I’m officially in the week that I affectionately call “THE WEEK OF HELL”, but most everybody else calls Exams Week.

Personally, I prefer mine.

Anyway, that means less Xanga-ness from me, at least for the time being.

See you on the other side...

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

The Coolest Poem Ever

I’ve found the coolest poem ever:

Stephen Crane (1871-1900)
from War Is Kind (1899)

A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Isn't that soo freaking cool?

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Neutrino Emissions

You know what’s fun? Using random Star Trek techno-babble in regular conversation. Observe:

Mom: So, How was your day?

You: Well, the neutrino emissions from the Z-class star penetrated the gamma layer of the experimental systemic triathalizer, causing random photon bursts to pulverize the inner core, triggering the self destruct mechanizm, resulting in a massive chain reaction of all dark matter in the local star system. How do you THINK my day was?

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Stories from the Hughes Clan

So we were at starbucks one day, and Brian got a call from his friend “Tim”. He’s been trying to get him to come to church, and so when he picks up, he says, “Tim! You need to freaking come to church…… Dude, I’m serious. Come to church before I kick your ass.”

I love my church.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

A *gasp* NORMAL entry!!

Okay, I got tired of not updating.

So my life has been kinda stressful lately. Mostly some crap with my mommy and daddy that I’d don’t care to go into. But suffice to say, I won’t be taking anybody to prom anytime soon.. or wait, that’s right. Ever. Not that it really matters, since no-one would go with me anyway. Oh, well. I’ll live.

Anyway. I am now officially going to messiah for sure. We sent off the deposit the other day, and I should be getting my student e-mail and whatever crap soon. It’s kind of weird thinking about it, actually. In less than 5 months, I’ll be out of the house, out of the state, and out of my mind.

And I can’t wait.

Because honestly, I really really REALLY want to leave. And I don’t say that to be mean, at all. I love my friends and family and church and stuff (YMV is okay). But… hey wait a second. Never mind. YMV sucks. Anyway, It’s not because I HATE anything so much, it’s just that I’m tired of things being the same way all the time. At messiah, they’ll be the “same”, but it’ll be a different kind of same. Like a “same” but “different”…………..except without the quotations.

If none of this makes sense, that’s fine. I really don’t give a crap. And I’m sorry for the below average post today, but I haven’t had any great ideas for entries up to this point. If you have any bright ideas, feel free to e-mail me at

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Best. Analogy. Ever.

On the spring trip yesterday, we were at the pentagon, as some you may already know. Anyway, I was thirsty, so I decided to go over to the pepsi machine and buy a soda. I put in my 60 cents and pressed Dr. Pepper. Out comes a Mountain Dew and a Brisk Iced Tea with Lemon.

You could tell we were in a government building. They give you twice as much as you need, and nothing you want.

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Oh, sorry. I’m a homeschooler.

So I was working at Chick-Fil-A the other day (which I do fairly often), and I went up to get a drink from the front (which I also do fairly often). And Brian is on register (which he does fairly often), and rings up the order. He says “that’ll be 10.66”.

“1066” I say, “That’s the year the Normans invaded England”

Luckily, Brian, who was also a homeschooler, piped in “Heck yeah. Battle of Hastings.”

I love homeschoolers.

Monday, February 23, 2004


Brian: So yeah, I was walking down the street, and all these people started bowing down and worshipping me. It was pretty sweet.

Paul (about himself): God has to have a sense of humor. He said “I’m just gonna make this really hot guy, but I’m not gonna give him a butt.”

Sunday, February 15, 2004

Here and There

Questionable Rectitude

I had a paper to do today, and since there was so much happening at my house, I decided to go to starbucks to get away from it all. My mother told me to bring her cell phone with me, and to not forget my books. I told her that of course I would remember, I’m not as irresponsible as she thinks I am, and that she was wasting her time telling me this.

Then I get to starbucks, and realize I forgot them both.


Now if only 1 in 3 won an iPod….

Apple and Pepsi are giving away 100 million song downloads for free. LEGALLY.

All is right with the world.


Except Michael Charlton

I have been made aware of something this past week. Clarinetists are hot.


Xanga 2.0

Yeah, so this is one of the “New Phase entries”. There’s really nothing that special about it, except it’s a bunch of little entries put together and made to look like it’s just one.

Well, I’ve made a new years resolution. Yeah, it’s a little late, but I figured if I had made it on new years’, I would have broken it already. This way, it’ll last longer. My two-months-into-the-year’s resolution is: I’m going to try to update more often. As many of you know, I have somewhat of a convoluted posting “process” which mostly consists of me staring a blank screen, while madly hitting random keys in the hopes that some sort of entertaining entry will appear.

Well NO LONGER!! I intend to write my entries, and write them better, and more often. I call this new initiative Xanga 2.0. And in appreciation of my new Xanga-ness, I am now opening the doors to you guys. Do YOU have a topic you want me to talk about? Do you have a problem you don’t mind sharing with the readers you’d like me to offer advice on? Do you want to spam my email account? Or do you just want to act like a frickin’ idiot? Then, by all means, e-mail me at, and put “Xanga Entry” in the subject.

I hope this is an ongoing thing, so I can do this regularly. But only you can make it work, guys.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Everyone wants to feel special. But everyone does it in different ways. Some people join their school’s chess club. Some people listen to emo music. Some people go around telling everyone how much emo sucks. But the people who really piss me off are the ones who seem to think that EVERY outfit they wear absolutely MUST cost more than most people’s cars, or it’s not worth wearing.

For instance, a girl at my work once commented about how her brand new pink top from some big clothing cost her $35. My boss said “I could buy two shirts for that much”. I smiled and said “hah. I could buy a whole WARDROBE for that much.” This statement should NOT alarm nor confuse you, dear reader. If it does however, then allow me, my friend, to introduce you to the wonderfulness that IS the thrift store.

If you are yet unaware of this great innovation, allow me to explain it in full detail. Someone else sees some clothes that they think they like in some quote-unquote “real” store, but when they don’t want them anymore/get too fat/die they GIVE them to this store. You go this store, and buy the SAME clothes that the others were wearing earlier, for a vast price decrease! That’s right, a vast price decrease.

Now there are several advantages to shopping in this fashion. One being you never have to worry about staying up to date on current fashion trends. This is because you are always at least 20 years behind them all. Which, surprisingly enough, has BECOME the trend. This only increases the usefulness of the thrift store. While all your friends are out spending their hard-earned money at some big-name clothing store, you spend half as much, and get clothes even BETTER than theirs. I mean, they're getting clothes that LOOK like they’re from the 70’s, when yours REALLY ARE.

And of course, let’s not forget that thrift store smell. For some, this is the BEST part of the whole experience. It’s the smell that says “I’m wearing someone else’s old clothes, but I paid WAAY less than you did.” I seriously think they should bottle this stuff. I mean, most men’s cologne smells simply horrid anyway (but I’ll save that topic for another time), and this would drive away those stupid girls who would never set foot in a thrift store (eww, you smell like philipino grandmas!) and would attract nice young girls who appreciate the thriftiness and originality of one who shops at thrift stores.

Or at least one that still has money left over.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Yeah, I know I said I'd write 2 entries or at least 1 really good one. These qualify as neither. The fact of the matter is, the Xanga entries that I currently post are very time-consuming to write. Most are story or observation based, and require some deal of thinking beforehand as well as while writing.

While I don't want to stop doing these all together, I'd like to try different types of entries. If you don't know what I mean, then just wait a while, you'll see.

Another thing, you all seem to think that my entries have so much more quality to them than everyone else's. Well, uhh, don't worry. The "quality" of my "entries" will not go "down". I "guarantee" it.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Okay, THAT was weird. First update since….when was that? CHRISTMAS EVE?!?!

Okay, I’ve been slacking off and not updating, but trust me. I’ll get back into it, just give me a while. I’m gonna be aiming for once a week, but don’t lynch me if I’m a little late.

Of course, I have no time at the present moment to write a good entry, so I promise I’ll do TWO next time….. Or at least one really really good one.


(okay, they bought it, now quick.. make a break for it...)