April Fool's!

Alright. So clearly not my most creative effort. But it DID take effort! I decorated the whole office. And if it looks like I work in a basement, that's okay. Because it looks just like my basement at home. Only worse. On the plus side Matt let his princess party run for most of the day!

Angry BAP!

Matt got a new smart phone recently. And an iPod. So it goes without saying that he's been absolutely addicted to Angry Birds. Every spare second he has he's smashing pig structures. And since Matt has some qualities in common with these avians boiling over with fury I thought it deserved an image in their honor!

What a Fancy Lad!

I'd love to get Matt into a bowler hat. Something tells me he'd look just like an extra from Unforgiven! He could sell guns to the bad guys; because we all know that in a western where the bad guys control the town, there are no fire arms allowed!

Assassin's Dweeb

It's been a while since I teased Matt here. This piece came to me a couple of weeks ago. Y'see, Matt likes to pull his hood up over his head in the office when he gets chilly. He hates hats and loves his short hair. And with a skull like his who WOULDN'T prefer short hair? Also, he used to have a penchant for swinging scissors around like Bruce Lee with nunchuks! Merry Christmas Matt!

BAMF!

Wow. Another episode in the saga of Matt and his strange out of place rages. I'm not sure why he did this to the door. And while it's embellished a little, he did break that door. And he does own that shirt. And it does stand for Bad Ass Mother Fucker.

Stickered Seat

This is a crowd favorite. In fact, these pictures are from the second time I coated Matt's chair in stickers! Some people collect stickers. I share them. Matt didn't appreciate it the first time, he just stomped over to his chair and flailed at them until they all flew off onto the floor. Where they promptly landed sticky side down. I swear it was like a freshly buttered slice of toast! Many stickers still remain under his feet to this day. The rest he swept under the rug, literally. When the guy came to replace the rug the next week a bunch of stickers went flying everywhere.

The second time around Matt handled it with a little more aplomb. He casually wiped them into his hand and threw them away. Lesson learned, I'd say. I love helping people.

OMG MATT'S FACE!!!

Sunday I showed that I can be kind to Matt. Not just kind. Down right giving! You didn't think I could show the halo without flashing some devil horns, did you? No way, Jose DeLafuente! That's just not honest. And I might be a dick, but I'm an honest dick.

Matt bought a new car a couple of years ago. He loves his car. And he takes very good care of it. Such good care, in fact, that he takes the car to his dealership for oil changes whenever they summon him! Admirable, no? Coincidentally all of these urgent appointments coincide with the work day! So Matt has to leave an hour (or two) early!

I decided that someone had to take a stand. Someone had to teach him that work is a responsibility, not a liability! Work should not be taken for granted! Okay, I just wanted to laugh at Matt's expense for a little while. So linked here is the result of that heroic defiance! It is a desktop wallpaper of epic proportions: OMG MATT'S FACE!

Over Reaction for the Win!

As often as we teased Matt we're all still pals. So one day Hunter and I gorged ourselves on pizza and left the last slice for Matt. See? We're not all bad! But Matt wasn't happy when he saw the box. I guess he thought we were just leaving our mess on his desk.

So he throws the pizza box off his desk in a furious rage! RRRAAAAHHHHH! Alright, maybe I added the primal shout for emphasis. Still Matt's got this way of suddenly lashing out at inanimate objects without paying attention to them. And on this day it cost him a slice of pizza!

Prepare to be Dazzled!

Office hijinks were once like a sport to us. Nary a day went by that we didn't play a joke on someone. Even if it was just scaring Ron so badly that he spilled his tea all over himself. (Kudos, Greggycakes!)

But this little gem was a brainchild of my very own. I'd had the idea for some time, just germinating in the malicious waters of my nether brain. It festered there for quite a while. Fortunately my lovely wife played a part in making it happen. In a way you could really blame her. I mean she bought the dazzles from the store. So really, all I did was make use of the product in a way that was both entertaining and frustrating. Frustrating for Matt.

I dazzled his mouse so hard you could scarcely look at it in that luscious phosphorescent lighting we have in our basement-like office. It gleamed for yards around. It was glorious. Full of chuckles, we returned early in the morning to see Matt's reaction. He seemed to think it best to downplay his outrage and not indulge our childishness. So he simply traded his mouse with a spare in the office. But a good laugh was had by all. Except Matt.

Meet Matt

Quasi-Matt-O. Mattholomew. Bap-Man. O'Cracken. He's known by many names. As the youngest of our little coven of shenanigannaires Matt is like our little brother. We can be pretty merciless when we pick on him, but don't think you can waltz in and do the same.
Brent, one of the pressmen at our printshop, one day remarked that Matt's hair looked like a bird had nested in it. And it gave me the opportunity to add some levity to something of a life-doodle. This is a pretty accurate pose. Matt sitting deep in thought. I wonder if he's on Playstation.com or checking on his Netflix?