In the vein of yesterday's political-type column, go take the World's Smallest Political Quiz and post your results! I scored rather highly Libertarian, although admittedly the test left out certain things like foreign policy and environmental policy, areas where the Libertarian party and I tend to, um, differ. Check check it OOOOOUUUUUTTTTTT.

And thanks to Brian "D-Train" Dellinger for the idea. He is a rad man.

Oh, and: Update on Hearn's Manbag Dilemma: I've decided a better solution is to simply wear sport coats wherever I go! I need to develop a collection of stylish jackets and thereby have many extra pockets for my wallet, my phone, my sunglasses, a coupla packs of condoms for when I go to Woody's . . . I mean . . . um . . . nevermind.

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At my company, in order to track how many hours we spend working on various projects for various clients, we have a phone system that we use to enter our hours. (Yes, you heard right: one of the largest computer companies in the world still uses a phone system to enter time sheets. Sad, really.) This is not terribly significant information except for the following interesting fact: we have signs here at work, with the official company logo and EVERYTHING, that read in large, block letters:

Do the right thing.
Enter your time daily.

"Do the right thing?" It's as if they want to us to think that failing to enter our time every afternoon is similar to stealing server components or stabbing our coworkers with pens we swiped from the stationery closet while the secretary's back was turned.

It's just odd, is all I'm saying.

In other news, our two mainstream Presidential candidates are going to argue on national TV on Thursday night, likely making it impossible for me to get my weekly dose of Joey, Willngrace, and URR! My enthusiasm is absolutely without bound. Okay, all sarcasm aside, is there anybody out there who cares less than I do? I mean, seriously. How can anybody in good conscience vote for either of these two idiots? A guy I know is thinking of getting a bumper sticker that says "Accept Kerry," which drive me nuts because

1. I'd like to vote for a candidate that has more to offer than simply "I'm not that guy you hate," and
2. Personally, I think Bush is a better candidate than Kerry, his 17th century views on homosexuality and religion notwithstanding.

Another guy I know mentioned the other day that he found it strange that people can simply vote "the party line," i.e., entirely Democrat or entirely Republican. This same guy is going to vote for Kerry simply because he despises W. I find it FAR more disconcerting that people are willing to vote for a guy simply because he's the lesser of two perceived evils, despite the fact that I wouldn't trust him with running an Arby's.

I have 3 words for everyone:

THIRD. PARTY. CANDIDATE.

How the hell is anything going to change in this country if everybody continually votes for one of two guys who are so similar that I think they share toothbrushes? Voting for third party candidates isn't "throwing your vote away," any more than voting for any other losing candidate is. The more that we as a nation vote for people who we actually think would make good presidents, the more the major political parties will have to sit up and take notice.

Also: DOWN WITH BIG GOVERNMENT! Libertarian party++!

posted at 11:08 AM | 0 comments

I think I need to start carrying a purse. A "manbag," if you will.

You're probably sitting there wondering, "Well, obviously. Matt's finally coming out of the closet." To which I respond, "You, many gay men, and the entire world's female population, WISH!" No, I need to start carrying a purse so I look a little less like a Russian speed skater and a little more like Paul Hamm. Or at least Mia Hamm.

The issue at hand is that I lost like 40 pounds over the course of the year by careful dieting, periodic exercise, and a serious morphine habit, so I'm having to buy new clothes; I was able to buy a couple pairs of pants at Old Navy in size 36x34, which I haven't worn since my sophomore year of college. I'm extremely stoked to be wearing these sizes, except that when you get to wear smaller waists, you also have to deal with less room in the pants for your butt and thighs.

And despite my loss of poundage, I still have the basic bone and muscle structure of a starting defensive lineman for the Steelers, so having less room for Tha Booty leads to the following unfortunate occurrences:

• Mild constriction on the junk. It's not painful, but it's a constant reminder throughout the day, and every time I stand up I have to discreetly make minor adjustments, which is pretty much impossible, because there's simply no way to ensure that one's yambag isn't twisted upside down without having to do that little dance. All the guys reading this are nodding their heads. (All the girls reading this are throwing up into their mouths.)
• Anything that's in my pants pockets sticks out rather dramatically. "Hey Hearn, is that a cell phone in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?" Well, both, Dad!

I figure the first problem is pretty much unavoidable; those of us who are, shall we say, "gifted," just have to put up with a certain amount of pressure. The second problem I think I can do something about, if I just start carrying all my personal possessions in a little bag. You know, something I can put in my desk when I get to work, along with the sneakers and socks I wear to get into the building because these pumps are horribly uncomfortable.

I'm hoping someone out there has some suggestions for what sort of bag. Should I just get something simple, like brown leather? Should it have tassels? Should I pick up something with lots of sequins to go with my evening-wear? Decisions, decisions.

posted at 2:18 PM | 0 comments

I love Wikipedia. LOVE it. If you aren't in the know about it (because you live in a well and like to make disturbing videotapes and show up 7 days later and kill . . . uh, nevermind), Wikipedia is an online encyclopedia that is constantly updated and edited by regular folks like you and me! In fact, you can read the plot synopsis of Brigadoon I submitted here.

In the past few days, I have learned all about:

• The Holy Prepuce (Foreskin)
• Josef Mengele
• Endlösung
• Stonewall Jackson
• Turandot

It's amazing, the amount of well-written information you can find there. I'm considering sending in an article about myself, but I'm not sure how best to describe myself. (Admittedly, most of my friends would have no problems describing me, and in very strong words, frequently using the words "ego" and "needs a frickin' off switch.")

In other news, the play is coming along nicely! Get full details about it over at the Chapel Street Players website, where you can get tickets, and get directions to the theatre, and whatnot. We open Friday, and I can safely say I remember 90-95% of my lines! I'm all kinds of amusingly seductive. Plus I wear cool pants.

Update: I found a great picture of your mom on Wikipedia!

posted at 3:57 PM | 1 comments

In which Comcast finds itself on my s**tlist and redeems itself

Subtitle: Also, Stefan leaves me a rude message on my cell phone.

I'm watching TV th'other day, minding my own business, when suddenly I see it: commercial. For Comcast. Who is offering DVR (Digital Video Recorder, like Tivo) cable boxes. For $10 a month. So I quickly changed my shorts and trotted downstairs to get online and order.

The ordering process was simple; I entered my account name and some other info to verify that I am the actual Matt Hearn of whom the angels frequently extol greatness, clicked a bunch of stuff, and voila, I had printed out receipt saying that a technician would select from the mornings of 9/8, 9/9, or 9/10, I'd start getting charged $10 a month, with no startup fees.

Which is why I was surprised when I received an email from Comcast saying they would be stopping by on Sunday, September 12th, and I was going to be charged a $21.02 service fee.

Long story short, I wrote back, dropped the words "fraud" and "Better Business Bureau," and they rescheduled me for this morning, plus dropping the set-up charge. Sure enough, just about 11am, a nice fellow stopped by and installed my new DVR, just in time for football season to commence. To say I am stoked by this turn of events would be rather an understatement.

Mmmm...user-controlled instant replay.

In other news, Stefan T. called me today from Korea to alert me that on his birthday last month, I failed to post a lengthy ode on how kickass his home country is. He intimated that I must remedy that situation post haste or risk losing his friendship for all time. I respond well to terroristic threats, so here you are, Rojo, in the style of e.e.cummings:

canada is cool
canada is cool
that big maple leaf reminds me of tepid sugar water
aunt jomama
pouring it over thick waffles with canadian bacon
and scrapple
mustn't forget the scrapple
or hearnwife will cut me
          cut me deep

i also like rush
they are a hell of good band
          i am changing my name to geddy lee

i have never actually been to canada
so all i know of her people are those i see on tv
and stefan
who is an angry drunk
he drew on my face when i passed out in his bed
so hearnwife cut him
          cut him deep

posted at 1:46 PM | 0 comments

I'm going to have a seizure.

The only time that blogger screws up is when I forget to cut and paste my work to a text file before posting it.

Lengthy, largely unfunny column lost to a java exception. I mean, you really aren't any worse off for not getting to read it, since it was about the most boring thing I've written since that time I drank a six-pack of jolt cola and filled 3 spiral notebooks with poems entirely written in binary code:

0110110110100010110.
0101; 0101110111?
01101110111100100! 01010101!
       0110! 0110, 0100110111!!!

Number of girls I was dating when that occurred: zero. And I'm sure you're surprised.

So, it's now September 7th, and I haven't posted since August. Still, you gotta admit, considering in the past I've let you down for months (being a matthearn.com reader is kinda like being a Philadelphia sports fan), I think getting weekly updates of boring crap is a pretty major accomplishment. Even if most of my posts are explanations of why I never post. But that's gonna change, I promise you! I'm taking October off from most of the stuff that keeps me hell of busy, so I should be able to write more frequently. Of course, my life will be so boring I won't have anything useful to write about, but it's not like you come here for quality prose.

Other website-related stuff: apparently one of my various readers came here the other day and got a pop-up ad for a marital aid of some kind. I haven't signed up to have anybody install pop-ups in my joint; has anybody else experienced this? I hope nobody hacked my jaunpiece. I'd hate to have to choke somebody.

So on Labor Day (yesterday, remember? Yeah, you were drunk. Admit it) my sister and I were going through old family albums to laugh heartily at such amusing things as:

• My father's perm, circa 1979. Someday I'll scan those pics in for all to ridicule.
• My mother's Farrah Fawcett-Majors wispy flip things from approximately 1981.
• My sister's mullet from about 1982.

Oddly enough, my hair always looked magnificent.

Speaking of Labor Dabor festivities, this here is the conversation of the week, which occurred yesterday afternoon at my parents' BBQ. It's paraphrased because I can't afford to be recording everything people say to me all the time just in case something is funny.
David T: We're going to revoke your father's "Straight Man License."
Me: Why?
DT: Straight guys are supposed to know all about grilling. That's what they do, operate grills. And yet your father turned off the grill without cleaning it first!
Me: So what you're saying is, a gay man would leave it unclean as well?
DT: No, gay men have the same grilling skills that straight men do. Except afterwards, we garnish.

It's all about presentation.

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