"It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie" was definitely one of the Muppet's better movies/specials. It parodies almost every traditional Christmas movie or TV special. The celebrities do not overshadow the performance of the Muppets, and Gonzo has a great acoustic set towards the end. It was very funny. I love the Muppets.

BTW, the kids won Trival Pursuit this year in the traditional game after dinner.

After dinner was finished, and after the dishes were done I stepped outside. The air was crisp; the breeze gently rustled the trees. The frozen snow crunched under my feet and the smell of woodstoves filled my nostrils. It was quiet and cars crowded other people's driveways. A feeling of serenity surrounded this little Plymouth neighborhood around two-thirty this day. It made me feel peaceful standing outside, yet I was not complete, something was missing and I felt I did not belong there at that time.

The WWE has a float in the Macy's Day Thanksgiving Day Parade?!?!

I saw a great bumper sticker yesterday on my way down to Sandwich. "Having a career is not the same as having a life."

I'm not so sure taking a day off is worth it when you come back and have so much work plus a email crash that morning that you can't even sit down to log all that you've done into Remedy (job ticket tracking database). I broke several promises today to several important people.



Also, my pants are falling down, I've lost so much weight I need to buy 34 inch pants again. I suppose that's a good thing but with Christmas around the corner buying a couple pair of Levi's wasn't exactly a planned expense. Though they would make my butt look much better and therefore make me more marketable to the opposite sex.

With everything on my mind lately what really bothers me is; why can't I drink coffee without spilling it on myself?

Thank you Ian, Alexi, Josef, and Tara for coming last night. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

We striked the show last night which was a lot of work but I loved it. Climbing to the grid, up and down ladders, destroying stuff; it was fantastic and very satisfying. We finished the strike around 5:00am. Me, being the Boy Scout that I am, was prepared and brought some beers for the people who stayed to the end. We cracked them open around back and talked about the show. Jason, Kevin, Buddy, and myself went to IHOP after that for a much-enjoyed breakfast. We rolled home about 7:30. It was an extremely satisfying night and I felt a great sense of accomplishment when I got home. The only thing that would have made it perfect would be to get home and curl up next to a warm female body.

Last night, I didn't come home till 4:30am I can't remember when the last time I did that was. I really let my hair down last night and I haven't done that in a really, really long time, at least since California. I really needed it too. It put at of things in perspective. Life is too damn short. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow. I can't waste time stressing about things in the past that aren't going change. I can try to take care of myself now to help mold what happens in the future, but no amount of preparation can guarantee what will happen.

In Other News...

Oversized umbrellas should be banned on the sidewalks of Boston, and people who use umbrellas should be given classes on how to use them. Four times this morning I got hit by an SUV sized umbrella or walked into by somebody who can't see in front of their face because they hold their umbrella in front of their face. I strongly dislike umbrellas.



Also...

There is a man whom I see constantly in the square, on the bus and on the streets of Brighton. He's a man a couple inches shorter then me with really long brown bushy hair he wears in a ponytail. He's very well dressed and carries a briefcase. This man also recognizes me, probably because of my hat, with a slight nod of the head. I feel a desire to go up to this man and say, "Hey, I'm Matt Wollman, I think I've seen you around." Something prevents me from doing this like it's socially unacceptable. Are there rules that govern this sort of thing?

So, two months later and things are just worse. I need help. I'm constantly thinking about you. Why do you haunt me? I have developed vastly detailed conspiracy theories and paranoia from dwelling on issues and details. I preached about assuming things, yet I do the same. Why am I such a sap? Why can't I move on? I've reverted back to the old me. The one who doesn't care about anything anymore, especially himself. Someone should drag me out onto the street and shoot me like a rabid dog.
One of my colleagues offered to hook me up on New Year's, I said sure, but will see.

Wow, so now I can't post what I want anymore on my website. I really am scared now, I don't know what to do. I can't believe it came to this. I can't believe you still read this site. I can't believe I still love you.
So much for your love. So much for friends. Thank you for trying. Thank you for the effort.
All I wanted was to hear from you, know you were OK, find out how school was going, how work was going. I was hoping you would like to hear the same from me. You know friend stuff. You were one of my only close friends. You were my best friend.

Do you really feel threatened or are you just trying to make a point?


I'm really, really, REALLY sorry things got out of hand. I'm so very, very sorry. :-(
I just want to be happy again

Man, do I ever regret posting that, though it's too late to take it down cause everybody seen it by now. Well, in truth I really am glad your happy. I am pissed off mostly at myself because I'm jealous and envious of Sean, and of how happy you are and I'm not.

Today, I had some extra time and was cleaning off my desk and filing things away. I came across your folder. I found a bunch of emails, letters, programs, ticket stubs, and even your birth chart. Floods of memories came rushing back of the past year and a half. The huge Radiohead show where we were waiting outside forever for our tickets from FNX and trying to find Ryan and Co. The Built to Spill show with Katie where you got sick and I took you home. The Bentley soccer game where you got to see my crazy soccer screaming. Blue Man Group and Shrek, our first date. I grabbed the whole lot of these scrap book memories stuck it all in a brown envelope and put it in the back of my filing cabinet.

I miss you, I’m angry at you, I love you, and I don’t know what to think any more. You make me feel all sort of emotions, Every time I try to move on something brings you back. Like the other day when I went out with Matt and Ed, we went to an Irish bar and over the jukebox is “I Know My Love” and I remember you singing that in the car to me with your little dance and your eyes and I cry because I’ll never see that again. I envy you, I wish I had that emotional on/off switch you say you have. I wish I didn’t have to deal with this any more. I HATE it. Of course, if I had that switch I have to deal with it eventually. I hate how you never respond to any of my emails. They weren’t malicious or packed with emotions or questions about us. All I asked was how things were going and you deemed to brush it off. I asked if you could go to see Cabaret and received no response. I miss you terribly, I miss your touch, the smell of your hair, the intimate moments, the goofing off, but most of all I miss sitting down and just talking to you, I miss our conversations and your company.

Last night was opening night for Cabaret. Finally, 2 weeks of 18 hour day and weekends have finally paid off. The show looks and sounds magnificent. My parents came up to see the show and they loved it. The stuff I’m responsible for went perfect. It all really came together on Wednesday before the show when Heidi and Anna came by to help us out. I had called them earlier that week because we had no run crew. On Wednesday when they came there were actually enough people so they taught the students and me the best and easiest way to do things. I got off the headset and gave it to my number two person, Giselle, who started to really enjoy working on the show, especially after Heidi talked to her. I had never seen my older sister in this light before, showing the ropes to the students and taking them under wing. Thursday night before the show everything was smooth as silk, and Friday everybody came together, Actors, Techies, and musicians and the show was phenomenal. I hope that if you haven’t seen it yet that you please do. It’s very lively and humorous, and not that expensive ($12, $8 student). Please come and enjoy our show!

I'm sorry, I had a nice, really good sized post done last night talking about my week at rehearsal, the book I'm currently reading and inflation, and a little anecdote about what D&D character I would be, but I lost it when I went to post it and I don't feel like rewriting it all. So I'll post again soon when I get the chance and maybe it will have some sort of substance.

This weekend I spent all my time at the Loeb Drama Center, helping the HRDC with their show Cabaret. I am one of the Assistant Stage Managers and during the show will help with set changes, quick changes, changing gels on lights, and making sure actors are ready for the cues. This weekend was load-in. I spent all day Saturday in the shop building set pieces, and Sunday building more set pieces and assisted in the rigging and other miscellaneous tasks. It was a lot of fun, though hard work. It’s really nice to be back doing theatre; it’s a different type of people who get involved in such things, both actors and techs. A unique social environment, if you will. Definitely a lot of fun, and I’m glad I volunteered, though I’m not going to have any kind of life till the show strikes November 23. Working with all those college kids made me feel a bit old. Any way the show is November 15-23 at the Loeb Drama Center on the main stage. I would really like it if everybody could come and enjoy the show. I will post dates and times on the sidebar of this page.

Last night was Halloween. I went to Calculus and my roommate threw a dinner party that finished up around eleven so we didn’t do much to celebrate the holiday. We didn’t get any trick or treaters either. I was hoping we would at least get some starving college kids, but no one came to our door. Jason and I went for a walk around midnight down Brighton Ave to Harvard Ave and back and so lots of people dressed up going to bars or parties and looking like they’re having a lot of fun. I remember when I had fun, though I can’t remember what I did for Halloween last year.