Showing posts with label MatStreet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MatStreet. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

ChaoStructured Services Showcase: Mat Street

Mat Street - artist, writer, comedian, actor, director. Basically anything that requires creativity, but doesn't include having a regular 9-5 office job or a lot of manual labor.

Matstreet.com was a joint creation between Slam Industries & Mat Street and is subject to frequent changes. The cool stuff is ours; anything you don't like was done by Mat Street. :)


(Click on the image to go directly to Mat Street's web site)

If you're looking for a cool t-shirt, be sure to check out the Store. Mat Street's t-shirts are created using eco-friendly Waterbase Screenprinting (ink soaks directly into the thread). You can't even feel the printing.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Big pain in the arse…

Mat Street here, resident comedian and expert Woubie user at Slam Industries LLC, according to my description on the site. (Hey Webmaster, why not “expert comedian”, hmm?) I kid, of course, because the webmaster’s bigger than me!

I’m currently inputting years of material in my Woubie database and, as a result, I can access it all with a simple search. However, I’m giving these designers and programmers hell, sending a gaggle of emails to them about changes I’d like them to make. They know this will all benefit future Woubie users, but I have a feeling they’re starting to turn on me. As we get closer to launch date, I fear for my safety. They make the changes, but I detect a little malice in their email responses. Should my correspondence go silent for more than five days, please send help. I might be duct taped to a chair, taking the beatin’ of a lifetime, or, even worse, being forced to watch hours of reality TV. If that’s the case, don’t save me, shoot me

(Guest post by MatStreet)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Mat Street is a big fat wuss

With the exception of Mr. Noseeum, the Slam team is basically a family affair. The things you learn about family members once you become co-workers are interesting. For example, I found out today that Mat (@matstreet) is a big fat wuss. Since I've known him his whole life (okay, fine, he was probably already 15 minutes old the first time I saw him, but you know, 15 minutes isn't a whole lot unless you're holding your breath), it came as a bit of a suprise that I didn't know this about him before now.

The highlight of our Woubie launch party was supposed to be Mat Street jumping out of a plane and landing on the roof of my house. Today, on Facebook, he posted this comment in response to my announcement of our plans:

"Can you park an airplane in your backyard and I jump from your roof onto it instead? Pretty please? Let's think this through. Me no likey freefall!!!"

Damn baby.

Seriously, Mat, you wimp out on this, but still expect me to believe you when you say you would do anything for your family? Does your girlfriend know you're such a wimp? And since when is a feeling like freefall a negative thing for you? Also, you couldn't tell me to my face that you're chicken?

All I have to say now is that you better come up with something awesome to take the place of the plane jumping-falling-landing-splat routine.

If not I'm tellin' Mom.