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Post-It Portraits

A number of months ago I went to a cool little art showing where all of the art was done on post-it notes. I think the rules were that you could do anything on the post-it, although it may have been limited to drawing on them. I bought two. One I gave as a gift, and the other is Ash, from Army of Darkness.

Pretty sweet, right? The other one is of Animal, the Muppet!

At work on Monday after attending this event I told Juicebox about it.

“Wow wow wow … post-it note art? You mean … like this?”

Juicebox, artistic wizard that he is, whipped up this portrait of yours truly (maybe another time I’ll post his dry-erase board art creations). A pretty spot-on picture of me leaning against his cube wall. Over the next two weeks, when I’d stop by to talk, he’d draw another one. They would vary depending on what was going on.

Oh, and also, my friends like to joke about how I am very tall and thin. So, there’s that.

Me with a coffee cup (or a thumbs up?)

Me doing a robot-dance of some sort

Me and my fancy cell phone (I’m one of few non smart-phone users at work)

Me confused? I guess?

Posing like a super hero! (Plus some sort of crown?)

The night before this one I had made a pretty sweet Frisbee play (or probably someone else had)

Kudos, Juicebox! And your artistic talents!

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Attn: Ellen (4/4/12)

Front


Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

The text of the postcard is

Dear Ellen,

You know what I haven’t seen enough of lately? The ‘talk-to-the-hand’ motion.

Let’s you and I bring it back, and we’ll meet up in New Mexico, buy some crappy welcome to New Mexico t-shirts (from a gas station – the best quality) and then we can tell tourists to talk to the hand.

Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com

P.S. I had a really long day at work. So … that explains this postcard?

Why am I sending these postcards?

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Her, Me, and the Troll

“Brad how was the date!?”
“Well … it was kind of weird with the three of us there.”
“THREE of you!?!?!”
“Yeah … her, me, and the troll.”
“Hahaha grossssss.”

Now for an explanation. When I was in Europe with Juicebox last year the Troll was created. Well, not created … Juicebox let out an impressive war cry of a burp one night and I said, “wow … the Troll has spoken.” Or something to that effect. The Troll was born. The Troll is who is in charge of any of our delightful bodily functions, including the sometimes frightening, sometimes funny stomach growls.

I recently got a text from a certain friend that read, “the troll just had a soliloquy.” Excellent text.

We enjoy making jokes about the Troll. It’s good clean fun for the whole family.

I just got back from a date (that may or may not have gone well – she was hard to read), and I thought of this joke on the way home. The Troll didn’t actually join us on the date, but I am looking forward to saying this to my friends at work tomorrow.

Yes, I sometimes pre-plan jokes. It’s inevitable with the way my brain spends 90% of its time making bad jokes in my head.

For example, Airplanes, Rainbow Speak, Happy C (a new friend!? unheard of!) and I went to an exhibit this past Friday at the Museum of Fine Arts here in Houston. The King Tut exhibit is in town, so on Friday nights they have little snackums and some drinks, and you can check out the glory that is the Tutster (a couple posts will probably come from dumb jokes I thought of while there). While showering before the event, I thought of a joke. I was excited for the pained expressions that this joke would draw.

“Hey guys, we are SOOOOOphisticated.”
“Pained lawlz …” (Loose interpretation of how they reacted.)
“But I would say I’m the mostphisticated.”
“Many much pained lawlz.” (Verbatim reaction? Maybe …)

I think my friends kind of laughed at the joke (a testament to how nerdy we are).

Anywho. Now to debate if I should send a follow-up “had a good time!” text. These kids and their text messages and their dating and what-not-have-you. I just can’t keep up.

(Yes, I know the title of this post is incorrect grammar. As Steve Martin said, “comedy is not pretty” … sometimes grammar is the victim.)

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