from Pete.
I got 57%. I am ashamed.
9 CommentsMike D: yeah, I have so much homework. It’s stupid.
Mom D: is it stupid or are you stupid.
A great video of four people and a google spreadsheet.
No commentsFun thing I didn’t know about my own website. If you let your mouse hover over a notification in the ‘new comments’ section, it’ll tell you who left the latest comment!
Awesome!
No commentsCrane Parachuting. Not what you expect.
4 CommentsCommercial or not, it’s absurdly awesome.
1 CommentUpdate!
Same thing, You tubed and not flashed. The music is so epic.
it should be noted that it’s way more fun in full screen flash.
on a cell phone…
Lady: I don’t want to leave Ohio. It reminds me a bit of Texas except it’s colder.
Wow.
1 CommentAmateur scientists discover new species of plants in their backyard and test promising cancer cures in their basement. Their stories and more here!
1 CommentFrom Jill
No commentsTomorrow is Sweater Thursday!
No commentsCo-worker Aaron: You know, I thought we spent our years in college so that we wouldn’t have to be out in the field turning wrenches on a Sunday afternoon.
2 CommentsReally well done.
from Sarah T.
Reminder: it’s tomorrow!
1 CommentDavid Letterman and the Spider men in the Jamba Juice.
By Jon Abad’s suggestion.
2 Commentsha!
1 CommentA lot of thought goes into the design of fonts.
Here’s a little write up describing design techniques that we probably all take for granted.
Forgot it.
Darn it.
I should put a tip cup on my desk at work.
2 CommentsFrom Aimee
1 CommentHow many cupcakes is too many cupcakes?
for me? 5 is too many.
6 CommentsEvery once in awhile after peeling my orange, I decide “hey! this time, instead of seperating it into perfect bite sized pieces, I’ll just eat it like an apple!”
And it fails every single time. Juice pours all over the place. Potentially delicious orange flesh gets all mashed into my face. And my hands and face stay sticky for hours.
I’d say that I’ll never do it again. But I will. I always do.
Authored by: mike d.This morning, as I made myself some hardboiled eggs in the general quiet of the House of Rock pre-dawn, I heard a quiet quiet electronic voice that sounded like it was coming from the flames of our range.
I paused, confused, and then heard it again.
Ultimately, I determined it was my phone which had somehow dialed my voicemail in my pocket. “please enter your password followed by the pound key”
but for one moment there, I must admit, I thought the future was trying to communicate me.
Authored by: mike d.My most recent posting in the Ultimate Blogger Challenge.
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Authored by: mike d.
