Coworker Pam and I were working late on a saturday. As we sat in the test lab placing some bolts on a welder piece, a few lights went off on the opposite side of the plant floor (they are on a timer).
mike d: uh oh.
mike d: well. I suppose as long as these lights stay on we’ll be oka–
and with that, the test lab lights went out.
I made some rockin’ risotto last night in my rice cooker. That thing never ceases to amaze. After it magically knew exactly when to turn itself off, it kept the risotto warm for 3+ hrs until my roommate got home. Ladies and Gentlemen, if you weren’t sure before my rice cooker is proof, we live in an age of futuristic wonders.
With this and my new electric griddle, I am going to be unstoppable.
Jesse (a few months ago): when most guys graduate college they get excited about the new car or new stereo system they’re going to buy. All you can say is ‘I can’t wait to get a rice cooker!’
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.