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 CommentsWhen Sander rents a car, there’s really no guarantee that he won’t go offroading with it.
Here’s a video. While the video may only seem like mild adventure to the seasoned offroader, the fact that he’s doing it with a rental car really verifies his mild-severe insanity.
Authored by: mike d.Dear Jesse’s Mom,
Your son Jesse does an excellent job of finding those things that his roommates are proud of, and then destroying them… thus dashing our hopes and dreams. Not two weeks ago your son asked me about my minesweeper scores. I proudly talked Minesweeper and I know he saw the glimmer in my eye. A glimmer of passion. A glimmer of joy.
Little did any of us know, he was training to extinguish that glimmer. Yes, last night at 12:02am, Jesse beat my proudest minesweeping moment.
There’s a little part of me that wants to tell your son “Great job Jesse! What an awesome score!” but that little part of me is far overshadowed by the saddness and hatred for his superiority at meaningless accomplishments. Sure, it might just be a minesweeping record for now, but who’s to say that he won’t beat my counter jumping score next? Then perhaps he’ll top my highest climbing grade? Is anything safe from his heart-crushing ways?
Jesse’s mom? Your son took a little part of me last night. He took it. He put it on the ground. And he jumped on it while wearing cleats of eternal hurt. So if I happen to spill hot boiling water all over his face tonight, please know that he probably deserved it.
Best regards,
mike d.
