Well, it's about time that I introduce this blog to the world.  THE WORLD.  This is a blog that has so many random things I will question why you follow me, if anyone chooses to do so that is.

My redheaded better part, Sara, does a blog purely on running (although she totally veers from running quite a bit, but tattle tales aren't cool) whereas my blog will be about whatever the hell I want it to be.  So let's get things rolling with a little bit of a background on what you can expect to see from me....

The breakdown of Matt Dean, Part I:

I grew up in Wisconsin as a child.  Appleton to be exact.  Don't ask me where that is by the way.  My dad is Detroit born, so he's a natural badass that can shoot-on-sight.  My mother is from Southern Indiana, so she's basically a natural redneck by birth.  Most of my life I grew up in Cincinnati, which was an increasingly difficult city to spell...just behind Tennessee and Mississippi.  Things looked like this:

Things seemed ok, except for the fact that telling someone you
were from "Loveland, Ohio" was pretty stupid...

Until when I grew up and realized everything wasn't pretty flowers and big houses, Cincinnati actually looks like this:

HIGHHHHWAYYY TOOOOO THEEEE DANGER ZONEEE.

So let's skip ahead to my college days.  I went to Purdue in Northern Indiana...and I have a firm belief that you should know what the fuck Northern Indiana looks like in the winter.  Actually make that annually.

"On this day I declare Purdue University officially FUCKED!"

I met the lovely significant other at this place, so I guess I can't complain much.  I studied Industrial Design here and it basically took my life away.  To take a guess, I'd say about 15 years off of my total life span (and that's rounding down).  Not like I wasn't planning on rocking out to a Van Halen concert at two in the morning and drinking myself to death at age 60.  That's just too easy...

So here I am after college...in the Windy City living the good life you think?  I'm workin' on that, we'll get there.  We now have a puppy named Waffles, and she is nothing short of outrageously cute.

I lied, she is actually a gift from a friend
who happens to be a taxidermist.

So that is a wrap as I believe they say?  But what are your interests Matt?  AH A VERY INTERESTING QUESTION!

I love video games.  Something I'm not proud of?  In the past yes that's very very true.  I was addicted to the lovely World of Warcraft, as some of you may recognize as a worldwide freaking drug.  Since then it's been casual.

I love TV shows.  Game of Thrones anyone?  Mad Men?  Those are my top dogs, but nothing can trump Top Gear (the British version IS THE ONLY VERSION).  I do find it hard that once a season is finished to let it go and move on.  It's like a tough breakup, you want to just come back and think it's alright to replay recent events without feeling guilty.

I love cars.  It's simple and I don't need to explain this.

Well I believe that should be enough for day 1.  I'm ending on a note as Sara sits here and argues with me that Con Air is better than Face/Off as a Nicholas Cage movie since she "has no idea what that movie is."  Tomorrow look forward to some lists of stupid crap,  or something of the sort.

Dean out.