The Things We do to Entertain Ourselves.

Sandy’s mother came to town tonight (March 10) and when things lost momentum, we quickly resorted to archival media of dance parties, sexxxyback parties, and yule log fights to string our guests attention span along for a while. Listening to original rap songs by roomies still anonymous provided segway to stories of Woo Woo the Church hill Madame. Finally the dregs of boredom scraped away our last remaining remnants of inhibitions blocking our creativity. The level of our creativity reached its apex for the night when we recorded Larry Mathews’ Melodious snoring. As one roommate, DJ MORTRON, restated it, “Things start to get a little crazy around here at bedtime.”

Thank God for You Guys

My name is Grant Mathews. I am 6′1″ tall, I weigh 190 pounds, I have brown hair brown eyes and 5 Musical instruments. Which of these characteristics has nothing to do with who I am? Probably the instruments. Since moving into the most beautiful house in the City of Richmond, I have brought all of my instruments to live with me. They have sat, and collected dust, and on occasion been played. Not by me, but by my roomates and visitors. The irony is that i blame them for both my neglect of my instruments, (which i remained faithful to until living here) and for the music that has come to replace that which I would have tried to create. I know that it must be musical heresy to say that it is not worth trying to play to their level to fulfil my need for music, but I don’t instead I let them fill my life with the music that they choose to play and even create. because that is what makes me happy. To me it is not important where the music comes from, it is more important that it is there. It’s just a bonus that I am surrounded by such talented musicians.

I’m back to blugblugblog away

My dark cloud has lifted, and I’m ready to write. Lets see, things have been very interesting these days. On Wednesday, after unexpectedly getting off work early I was able to go watch Mermaid Skeletons play at Cafe Diem. I also found out this morning that I have been swept off my feet by a JT concert ticket provided by my bff’s (Matt and Diana, incase you wonder) and had a little fun with someones myspace..hahah got you back sucker! And its gardening time! I’m so excited I did some premature sprouting last saturday. I can’t wait to get off work and hang out with the coolest people in the world….hmm. I wonder who I’ll call.

In Person

So Matt has informed me that we’re stepping up our blog.  I think this is a direct result of Tess finding out about our dirty little internet secret.  This being said, I want to go ahead and state for the record that I am NOT in any way internet savvy.  Every new post is literally an experiment, and hopefully, with time I will be able to at least stare blankly ahead and nod while someone (like Matt) tries to hold a conversation about URLs or plug-ins without them thinking I am a complete neanderthal.

I am feeling somewhat inspired lately, I think from attending so many artsy extra curricular activities over the past few weeks.  Lots of good music and art.  Of course David Shultz and the Skyline had their CD release party Saturday night.  We went to the Big Art Show at Gallery 5 Sunday night because Beth and Harrison had work to sell.  I bought one print and got one for free!  Tuesday night I went to see Langley Holland at the Hyperlink, Wednesday the Mermaid Skeletonsplayed at Cafe Diem, and Thursday night we went to Maddie’s opening at the VCU Art building gallery (The Drawing Room?).   All-in-all lots of fun.  I also lined up Harrison to have a Window Installation at Quirk for September/October.

We’re all OK 

Bikes, Cats, and Balls

Things have been quite busy around le household lately:

Grant has found his niche in renovating an original world-class Quinque (pronounced “KINKY” around these parts) scooter for Diana. There have been some breakdowns, and a withstanding cloud of white smoke (exhaust issues) surrounding our house, possibly giving nearby weed freaks the thought of stopping by and saying hello. A thought which quickly disappears in short-term memory loss. Hah! Diana and myself spent some time over the weekend watching Grant perform on the bike, and D gave it a paint job, which was in bad timing as torrential winds landed a nice earthy feel to the paint job. But it looks great now!

And there’s bad news - Blue, our beloved, beautiful cat, ran away. CHPN gave us a spotlight on their blog which has turned up some leads. Grant and myself went looking yesterday and got a good tip about a house where there are strays living. There is also a cat lady involved. No luck yet, but I wouldn’t doubt if someone like Lou (our homeless roommate) is using Blue for her endless entertainment involving anything that resembles string. I’m going to try to help Sandy make some signs tomorrow, written in both English and Catlish.

And then there’s the greatest news I could ever hope to provide! VCU Men’s Basketball has won the CAA Tournament and will now be advancing to the NCAA Tournament! I am sad to admit that I am the only one at 608 who attended the sold-out crowd at the Richmond Coliseum. Diana’s parents even went! The President was there. God was there. Otherwise George Mason would’ve won. But I understand people are busy, have real jobs, real lives, etc etc. But I got to rush the court, touch TJ Gwynn, scream at the top of my lungs for 2 straight minutes without having to stop for air, it was just the best way to end a season filled with excitement!

Oh and… I got bored last night. The result of which gave birth to the newest hit from DJ MORTRON - it’s called “Church Hill”, and you can download it HERE!

Someone please come home!

Blue is starting to freak me out. She has taken to following close behind each step I take with this incredibly menacing look in her eyes. One that says “Fuck your blog. I’m finishing this right now.”
I assure you, this is completely unprompted.

Sandy?

anyone?

Knitta What?! Knitta please!

Diana will not stop knitting. It’s become a problem:

Our living room has turned into a spiderweb of yarn.

I’ve done some things that should easily piss Sandy off:

1. I ate almost all of the leftover italian pasta things she made.
2. I hacked into her blog account and posted this blog. Haha!

But seriously, dinner was great the other night!

Dot COM Mother Fuckers!

Look whose got a website! Matt bought the “dot com” for the end of our name, and now it’s like we’re real people in the internet. People will have to read anything we write, and we will lose friends at an alarming rate.
When I’m not too lazy I will upload a picture or two from the circus last night. I don’t know if it’s the “Greatest Show on Earth…” but it was a nice way to spend the evening with Mom, Matt and Grant.

Sandy Has Herpes

“I am a loser. And I take forever to cook food, it’s so annoying… everyone is starving, while I blatantly turn the temperature down on the oven, in hopes of everyone hanging out with me for much longer than they want to. Fuck. I have herpes.”

A mass email sent out from Sandy’s account by Matt and Diana, whilst Sandy cooks dinner. We’ve all learned our lessons not to leave our computers on and logged in to email/myspace/etc!

No more surveys please.

While I like Sandy’s use of the word “raffish” I feel like the direction she is steering this blog is away from a family oriented forum, to one full of butt jokes and kiddie porn.  As a new blogger, I suppose I am willing to take these risks.  If I had a picture on my work computer in any way to rival Sandy’s, believe you me, I would HOOK IT UP!

get it?