When I sneeze, I sneeze twice. In succession. I call it the double barrel sneeze.
It’s a strange phenomenon. I don’t know why it happens. but it does.
I’ve never met anyone else with the same weird condition.
I was thinking about adding a “mike d draws” section to the webpage. Similar to ‘Defy S.McQuaid’ except I would microsoft paint the requests.
Do you like?
Today marks 2 years dating Jill.
Jill and I met in the summer of ’98 at a catholic retreat (CLI). I remember specifically her wearing a bandana and being ‘really cool.’ I made sure that I got her e-mail, which was about as bold as I could be at 17. I think it’s safe to say that I had a big crush on her from the get go. We e-mailed just about every day for the following 4 years, with the occasional hiatus.
Finally, after four years of e-mailing we went to Davis’s mega corn maze just outside worcester. Kudos to me for that idea. What’s better for a date idea than to get purposefully lost. heh heh. I’m so clever. She didn’t consider it a ‘date’ but Lord knows I did. I even called my sisters for fashion advice.
Here’s a shout out to ‘e-mail’ which helped incubate our relationship for 4 years following our first meeting.
I don’t know why the death of C. Reeve affected me more than the death of other celebrities. It could be that he was big into science or that he didn’t let a huge handicap affect his life or influence on the world. Or maybe it’s just because he seemed like such a nice guy.
Boss: Ahhh, mechanical vibrations. (spying the textbook on my co-wokers desk)
mike d: that was a terrible class.
Boss: You have NO idea.
mike d: oh, I do.
Boss: You didn’t have The General. The man wore Egg colored pants and shirts with pocket protectors every day and worked us like a dictator. He spoke with a german accent and would start every lecture in the exact same way. It was an impossibly difficult class. The highest grade he gave out was a B, and that was a stretch.
mike d: My class was taught by a man named Professor Dimentburg.
Boss: you win.
The phantom car has been identified!
We can all rest soundly tonight, the phantom car is not so much a phantom as a company owned car. Apparently a gentleman was working in the northeast for a long time and was using a company car so that he wouldn’t have to rent. We don’t know the back story as to how this company originally got claim to this car, but this guy ended up leaving and working more permanently in the south. The car now rests dormant in our front lot… occasionally used by
klingons employees coming from distant locations.
wow. well, I’m relieved. The workplace is, once again, a safe working environment.
Comment by mike mohan â€” 9/28/2004 @ 2:30 pm
Yep, turnip. That’s what E.T. hollowed out and made into a vegetable spaceship in William Kotzwinkle’s sequel to the E.T. movie. Here’s the summary from the back of the book:
“In his wonderful new adventure, E.T. goes home to his beloved Green Planet, filled with strange and fascinating creatures. But he’s lonely. E.T. misses Elliott and the good days on Earth…living in a closet, drinking beer, and wearing a wig. Here is the story of how E.T. solves his problem…”
I’ve had the book forever – since I was a wee lad. And yes, turnip.
This excites me to the point where I want to learn how to ride a unicycle.
feel free to make a bet as to how long it takes me to:
a. give up my unicycle dream or casually let it fade away until we all forget about it
b. learn how to ride a unicycle