Archive for the ‘pointless’ Category
Spontaneous memory recovery
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008I often have spontaneous memory recoveries from many years ago that pop into my head for no apparent reason. I had one today.
This one took me back to high school. I believe sophomore year chemistry. Mr. McKewen was lecturing on some wacky chemistry concept. My friend Mark had a question, so he raised his hand.
Upon noticing Mark’s hand in the air, Mr. McKewen calmly asked, “Question, Mark?”
I burst out laughing. Question, Mark? Question mark! Ha! He said a punctuation!
Yes I know, it’s not funny. It’s not even close to being funny. But at the time I sure thought I was. And of course, no one knew what the hell I was laughing at. Slouching low in my chair, I let the awkward moment run its course.
I told Mark after class why I was laughing. He was actually more amused than I thought he would be and decided that if it ever occurred again, he would promptly jump to his feet and yell out “exclamation point!” It sure would have been awesome for him and I. Alas, the situation never came up again, which is probably a good thing.
I also worked with Mark at McDonald’s for a while during high school. I once convinced him to say to every customer coming through the drive-thru speaker during his shift, “Hi welcome to McDonald’s! My favorite band is Van Halen! What’s yours?”
He was later fired for a different, non-related infraction that I would prefer not to disclose here.
The end.
East coast visit
Thursday, October 2nd, 2008After a crazy couple of weeks at work, I was lucky enough to have a short trip planned to head back to the east coast for my cousin’s wedding.
Normally I wouldn’t be all that excited about taking a red eye flight across the country only to turn around and fly back less than three days later, but as you may have noticed, I’ve been missing the east coast quite a bit lately.
It rained the entire weekend. I didn’t see the sun once. It was cold and damp. And I loved it.
I also got to spend some quality time with the Irish half of my family in combination with an open bar at a wedding. Needless to say, it was a good time.
My mom switched over to extreme cooking and baking mode the following day. She does that a lot. The level of extremity increases exponentially with the number of sons she has in the house. All three of us were home this time. As much as I love her food, I’d love to see her relax for once.
I’m already looking forward to my next voyage to the east coast, which will last an entire week and begin in New York City.
I like California, I swear, I really do. I just happen to like other parts of the US a little more.
Where’s Mike?
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008You may be wondering why I haven’t written anything on here in a while. Or, you might not be wondering because you hardly ever visit my site.
Either way, the reason why I haven’t posted anything is because I’ve been working on a new website!
Does that mean MikeLeotta.com will cease to exist? No, of course not! This new website is more of a side project…kinda like onlinehaircuts.com, but without any sort of online haircuts.
Stay tuned!
Your house may contain a memory erasing vortex
Friday, June 27th, 2008
Ever noticed how a flight of stairs acts as a really good memory eraser? I completely forgot about this fact, since I’ve been living in a one floor apartment for the past year and a half. But now I live in a house again, like I have most of my life.
Stairs erase my memory at least once a day.
You’re downstairs in the living room and you say to yourself “oh yeah, I need X from upstairs.” By all means, this is a simple task that you’ve given yourself. There’s no reason for you to think that you could possibly let yourself down. Your goal is still fresh in your mind when you hit that first step. Things are looking up. Onward!
But then you hit the second floor. Something isn’t quite right. You know where you are, but why are you there? You know there was a reason you made this voyage, but you’ve lost it.
You’ve let yourself down once again. No reason stay where you are. Defeated, you turn around and go back downstairs. That creaking noise the stairs make is their way of laughing at your failure.
Four minutes later you remember. Sigh…
It works both ways of course. You could be upstairs and need X from downstairs. Even worse, your house could have a basement (you probably don’t live in California) and you could be all the way on the top floor. You don’t stand a chance now. It’s not even worth it to make the trip. X isn’t that important anyway.
I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the change in air pressure?
Maybe I’m just an idiot.
Getting carried away…
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008So for the third night in a row I’ve updated the design of my website. What’s new?
- More random pencil scribbles. Separators, bullet points, etc.
- Recent blog posts are now being displayed on the sticky note on all non-blog pages. Some character escaping still needed.
- Somewhat renders ok in IE. But then again, what sites ever really render properly in IE?
All this time spend and still no real content on my site…
