Gig Matrix

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The Laws of Aarondynamics

On January 30, 2002, Aaron posted Gig Matrix’s inaugural piece*, a lackluster recap of a lackluster season six episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. No one noticed.

His second post garnered him international fame and fortune, which led him down a dangerous path of drugs, whores and drugged-out whores. He spent the next five years writing 217 more posts but has failed to recapture his former glory. He hopes someday another show will rip off Buffy so he can recycle that fateful piece. In the meantime, he searches for gay subtext where it probably doesn’t exist and continues to write about his nerdy passions: Joss Whedon, fighting games and karaoke. If someone made a “Once More, With Feeling” fighting-karaoke game, his heart would explode.

Aaron serves as Gig Matrix’s managing editor, which basically means he tells everyone what to do. They rarely listen. If the group goes to see Superbad, he emails the next day asking who wants to write it up, in hopes that some sucker will bite. They rarely do.

He likes to invent brand new categories to accommodate the wacky ideas he has, but no one else seems to use them very much (see Potent Quotables, IMprov, 450px Reviews). But he is sure that High Five will be a big hit.

Aaron plans to blog on this about page regularly about the kind of things that no one else is interested in (the gay shit), old games he bought but has never gotten around to (there are dozens), and post pictures of his beloved cat (Owen). He hopes you will check back regularly or subscribe to his RSS feed.

*This was not the first-ever post, but it is the earliest one archived.

Wine Pairing

Tonight I watched the Oscar-winning film Sideways, which my friend Jeremy described as the last good Alexander Payne movie. I’m kind of shocked I had never seen it, considering it features two of my favorite things: wine and Thomas Haden Church. It was good, but I definitely noticed that it was enhanced by the bottle of wine I was drinking.

In fact, I can’t imagine watching it without a glass of wine, as Paul Giamatti and THC spend a large portion of the movie discussing, swishing, sniffing, swirling and drinking wine. And although my less-than-refined palate doesn’t even know what “tannin” means, I certainly enjoyed pairing the movie with a $4 bottle of Tisdale cabernet sauvignon. I mean, I never spent more than 30 francs on a bottle of wine in France, n’est-ce pas?

This got me thinking, and I couldn’t help but wonder: sometimes is all we need just a really good complement? Ok, so I’ve been watching a lot of Sex and the City in preparation for the forthcoming movie. I ripped through season two this past weekend, and every time Carrie lit up, I felt obliged to do the same. Sometimes I actually had to pause the DVD, go out and have a smoke, and then continue from there. And she smokes a lot in season two.

Similarly, it’s almost impossible for me to watch Xtube and not masturbate furiously. I guess some things just go hand in … hand.

Shake your bon bon

Samba de Amigo can’t hit Wii soon enough. I could never justify dropping $80 on maraca controllers (or even justify typing that sentence, really), so I can’t wait to finally experience the unbridled joy of shaking my Wiimote with a monkey.

Acoustic rock band

I’ve been playing a lot of Rock Band, and if I don’t have three friends over, I often play guitar and strap on a headset so I can sing, too. It involves attaching a 360 controller to myself and it looks ridiculous, but it’s a lot of fun. It’s also really fucking hard if you don’t know the songs that well. And I don’t even wanna know how a douche like Phil Collins can sing while he plays the drums.

Anyway, this is all an elaborate excuse to post a video of Keren Ann, who sings, plays guitar and the harmonica simultaneously above. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d hate her. I’m going to see her Feb. 27 at the Black Cat, if anyone’s interested.

Friend of Dumbledorothy

So Dumbledore was gay! Now I know why he was named “headmaster.” Oh Schnapps!

Postcards from the edge (of Halo)


I was a terror on the Ghost, as this poor guy found out the hard way.

That’s some Dukes of Hazzard shit right there.

Mawr lazr plz!

All good things come to an end.

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