Day 5 - Matt the Fat Frat Cat with the Hair Hat

As I mentioned in my last post, at the end of this month I will be playing a part in a vampire film. My character is a frat boy who, with his frat brother, aids the main character in the slaughter of vampires.

A Hairy Situation
A couple months ago the director asked me to grow my hair out until we shoot. "Not a big deal", I thought. But I didn't realize that, not only does my hair grow at the speed of a snail (that is fast for hair), but it reatains heat like a tinfoil turban. I've been burning up like Snoop Dogg at a Phish concert.

Cut. Print it.
As luck (And the turning of the seasons) would have it, the weather is cooling down. But I just know that, come time for the movie, they'll just chop my mop clean off my top. After all, I look much frat-ier with shorter hair.

Not that I'm complaining. I get to forcefully stab stakes into Edward... er... other vampires who aren't Edward Cullen. (We can't all have our druthers)

Note: As far as what I did today to advance toward my goal, I wrote this post. So there.

Day 4 - Zombie Spiders

Today I saw 2 inspirational productions: Zombieland and Charlotte's Web. There were quite a few similarities. Both dealt with death, both had great directors and both featured a glutenous rat named Templeton (Except for Zombieland).

Watching these really got me excited to shoot a vampire comedy at the end of October. (More details to follow, and no, it's not Twilight 3)

Day 3 - Farming Ideas

So today I wasn't ultra productive- Unless you define "being productive" as spraying a 500 lb pig with a hose so he could wallow in the mud. In that case, I was very productive.
I went to Wheeler farm and walked around brainstorming ideas for some jokes for stand up comedy. Yes, I've decided to try my hand at stand up. I can't garauntee it will be funny, but I can garauntee that I'll do it.
In fact, my first attempt will be made Thursday, October 8th at 9:30 pm at ComedySportz. It's part of the Keep it Clean Comedy Tour. Since I have to keep it clean I guess I can't use the pig joke I wrote.

Day 2 - Web Out of Site

Bad news: It's the end of Watermelon season.
Good news: I talked to my friend Steve about getting my Web Site made. I already have the URL. Ready for this? It's... drum roll please...

MattMattson.Me

I know what you're thinking. What is dot em ee? You see, it's a web extension, much like dot com or dot net, except it's dot em ee. So, I used to own mattmattson.com, but then I accidentally let it lapse, and then some random company that buys up lapsed domain names just, well, bought it up.

They charge buttloads of $$$ to buy it back so I" went with www.mattmattson.me.

N-E-Way

I think it will grow on you. What do you think?

Day 1 - Head Rearing

Today was the first day that it really felt like winter is rearing its frozen head. So, I think, it's appropriate that I should post my first entry today. Why? Because I'm rearing my head into stardom... sort of... OK, that was not such a great comparison, but gimme a break, it's cold outside.

I did, however, do something productive today... I signed up for IMDB Pro and posted my resume and a photo! Hooray! As they say, "Every journey begins with IMDB" (source?).

Without further ado, here's the link.

My Mug:


AND WE'RE OFF!

CHANGES ARE A-COMIN'!

OUT WITH THE OLD
This blog will take on a new life. It will no longer be a hodge-podge of hogwash! No longer just random posts without direction! Things are changing! Exclamations!

THE NEW CONCEPT
This blog will be the place where I will chronicle my struggle to become a famous actor/ comedian. Plain and simple.

THE RULES
I can't promise daily novels (Who would want such a thing?), but I can promise that every day will be accounted for. (Since there will, no doubt, be days when I won't have access to a computer and days where I'm too lazy).

YOUR ROLE
Although shadow lurkers are welcome here, I feel motivated by feedback. So if you would post a comment every now and then (Whether you love it or hate it). Otherwise, sit back and enjoy the carnage!

The Goblin Who Never Was

R.I.P. Grimber...

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The Life and Times of Cosette Newman

Randy Newman's Impression of Cosette in France.

Casual Friday

Sofa Honey

THIS is brilliant:

"Bee Man"

Be Heard

If you haven't yet, be sure to don't vote.

Snow Place Like Home

________________

Lay your peepers on this.

(Warning: If your peepers gets frozen to it pour warm water over them and tug gently)

What Say You?

A little background:
I used to wear gas permeable contacts. ( Though I've now joined the 21st Century and have soft contacts) These hard contacts were not disposable. I took great care of them most of the time. To give you an idea of how important they were to me- I had each pair for an average of 5+ years. To lose one would be just short of a tragedy. There were a few times when I did lose a contact for good. Though, more often than not, when I did lose one, I would find it. The process was always the same:

1. Lose the contact
2. Frantically search for the contact
3. Search more for the contact in places where it couldn't possibly have gone
4. Humble myself
5. Offer a sincerely humble prayer
6. Find the contact (Within two minutes of saying the prayer)
7. Offer an intense prayer of thanks
   

One of these times I found the contact almost down the sink. It was halfway through the slit in the plastic drain piece (Though the slit in the drain piece had enough space to allow at least 3 contacts simultaneously)

These instances led me to believe that God had indeed intervened in my life. He inspired me where to look.

This was such a blessing for me. He blessed me. Yet, I thought, there are so many instances where God chooses not to intervene. What is the difference between me and those people who don't experience divine intervention? Why me? Initially, it was fairly simple for me to dismiss. After all, I have never been to a third world country and seen how wretched the actual suffering is. Nor can I imagine the full scope of suffering. I could easily justify an answer while sitting in a comfortable home with food available.

I had heard people ask: Why does God allow suffering? I usually gave answers that had no real logic or reason, but I would glaze over it and change the subject.

As I started to think about divine intervention, It made this question a bit more personal. I will pose the same question which troubled me:

Why would God intervene in the case of finding my contacts but does not intervene in the case of, for example, a child who dies of starvation?

I look forward to hearing what you think on this question.

iNK-redible Animation!

Comic Con 2008

A group of misfits

Editor of Rottentomatoes.com
Watch at :30 and then later at 1:21

Bender & Me

Leia and me. (I'm using the force to make her massage me)

I am apparently holding a syringe, which would make me The Syringer.

At a heavenly Mexican Restaurant called Panchp's (It was actually called Pancho's, but my Navigation had it listed as "Panchp's" which is why we went there)
Que quieres mi amor?

I was just pretending to be scared to save Wolverine's face, which is why he owes me.

"We'll save you Zelda!"

If I have my way I'm never gonna leave Lemon Grove Avenue...

M&M

After 5 years of being together, Meghan & I took a big step in our relationship.
On 6.7.08, we I eloped to Las Vegas, NV! It was at the Little White Wedding Chapel and it was so perfect.

Here's the proof:

No Words...

Long Story Short

Went to Mason Jennings last night. Got inspired. Recorded me playing one of his songs. Posted it:

Bikram Yoga

Bikram is a type of yoga developed by Bikram Choudhury. It is...

"ideally practiced in a room heated to 105°F (40.5°C) with a humidity of 40%. Classes are guided by specific dialogue including 26 postures and two breathing exercises. Classes last approximately 90-minutes. People of all levels, ages and body types practice and start together as this is a beginning yoga class." {wikipedia}

It is sometimes referred to as "hot yoga". This, however, is a gross understatement. It is not just "hot." Allow me to paint a picture. Imagine with me...
it's mid-August in Death Valley, NV. It's high noon and you're in a tin shed without windows. There you sit on a pancake skillet. You're wearing a wool sweater under a black pleather parka and chaps. Right between your butt cheeks lies a single habañero pepper that just recently got microwaved. In the pepper is a burnt Hot Tamale- When I practice Bikram, I'm that Hot Tamale.
In Bikram yoga, the class lasts about 90 minutes. There are a series of 26 postures. Here is a chart illustrating these postures:

(Click to Enlarge)

Note: During posture 17 I twirl my face towel around to create a "cool" wind. I call this the "Helicopter Pose."

I have to say this though, even thought Bikram yoga literally feels like hell, it's surprisingly therapeutic. It's like cleaning the toilet- It sucks while you're doing it, but afterwards it feels great.

You should try it. And you know what they say, if you can't take the heat... lay on your side 'til class finishes.