weB LOG: greg matusic

Seeing that January ‘07 is ending in a little over an hour, I figured I should enter a January blog post. Now I suppose I could stop here and claim “mission accomplished”, and that would be true, but instead I’ll just start typing what comes to mind and you’ll have to be happy with that. The first thing that comes to mind is how much my typing skills have improved over the past few years. Seriously, my “cadet” fingers (a golf glove term that translates to “short and stubby”) are FLYING across the keys right now. So once in a while I have to backspace to edit, but I claimed to be fast, not perfect. Dubya is curled up next to me on the luuuuv seat, and we’re watching the final episode of Bravo’s “Top Chef”. It’s between Marcel, the Heatmiser-looking dude, and Ilan, the guy who looks like the Queer Eye food guy whose name I can’t remember right now. Their final task is “cook the best meal you can”, five courses for eight judges. Seems pretty cool. Cook what you know and knock our socks off. That seems like a fair way to judge the better chef. Why Dubya isn’t wearing the Top Chef apron I got her for Christmas - I have no idea. I wear my Giants t-shirt when I watch Giants’ games, and my Yankee shirt when I watch (most) Yankee games (the are so many games, and I only have two Yankee shirts). I have some laundry going downstairs that I really hope I don’t forget. My bath towels are in there, and I’ll need those first thing in the a.m. after the gym. I’ve been trying to get to the gym every weekday morning, and I went Monday thru Thursday last week. Haven’t been there this week, but I’ve been going in to work at like 6:30 to finish a project (which turned out really well - the opening two sections of an interactive demo for a local bank’s online banking system. I just got the go-ahead this morning to finish the remaining sections, and I intentionally over-estimated the delivery time, so there’s no need to rush - at least yet…). Me Mum and Pop got me an iPod for Christmas, one of the small ones with no screen that clips on to your shirt sleeve, pocket, whatever. I absolutely love it. Very convienient and simple to use. I look forward to using it when I start mowing the lawn in a few months. It’s been SOOOOOOOOOO frigging cold lately. It got up to the high 20’s today, and it felt comfortable. How sad is that? But you know what? It’ll be Spring before you know it. And then baseball will be here, and all will be back to normal. So they’re grilling (ha!) the final two chefs on the show right now. Both are trying to justify the mistakes they made while prepping their meals. Marcel is getting kind of squirmy. Ilan is trying to justify being an ass to Marcel. I just asked Dubya if she would wear her Top Chef apron when they announce the final decision, and she seemed cool with that idea, but she’s still sitting here. She just asked if I asked her that so I could type it. She’s a smart coookie. I’ll go get it for her…Done and done. I told her that I had to because I typed that I got it for her. She’s wondering what else I’m going to type her doing. Hmmmm… She slowly moved her hand across his - OH! Here’s the winner of the show… It… is… Ilan. Dubya’s a little upset. I’m happy. Marcel was a dink. Well, so was Ilan, but he was the lesser of two dinks. OK - I have to get that laundry. We’ll see you (more often?) in February.

Later.

G

*The Queer Eye food dude is Ted.