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The text of the postcard is:
Dear Ellen,
Here’s what you do – tape a small map of Brugge to your leg. Then, bump into something. Concerned, your friend will say, “are you all right?” Then you life up your pants and say, “aw, I’ve got a little Brugge on my leg.”
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
Although I am sure you are aware, I will give the definition of a think tank (source):
An institute, corporation, or group organized for interdisciplinary research (as in technological and social problems) – called also think factory
I don’t think I’ve ever heard the phrase ‘think factory’ but that conjures up all kinds of fun, Roald Dahl-esque imagery.
Anyhow. I went to a wine tasting/grading party on Saturday night and I got drunk. In my drunken state I began to daydream about my own think tank.
‘What’s that? DumbFunnery as the originator of a think tank?’
Why, yes, friend. It not only could happen – it WILL happen. But only if you use the phrase ‘think tank’ in a non-traditional, less-work involving way.
First things first, though. What’s the name of my think tank? Here are some ideas. Feel free to vote.
Please feel free to write in other names if you have something good. If your idea is selected, the think tank will tackle any problem of your choosing. Or if that just sounds like I’m relying on you to be creative in two seperate instances, I’ll figure something else out. You jerk.
Effective communication is a difficult thing. Often it stands in the way of great progress being made. I know it’s certainly a problem where I work, and that probably goes for every work place.
That’s why this is so embarrassing for me to admit.
Communication with myself often falls far short. Here are a few examples.
1. “Ok Brad, clean the dishes, then you can relax.”
20 minutes later – “Wait, was I supposed to clean the dishes, or eat this bag of mini-doughnuts? Because I see a lot of dirty dishes, and NO doughnuts …”
2. “Ok … I’ll set my alarm for … 6 am … I’ll wake up and do sit-ups before getting ready for work and in no time I’ll have super freak abs.”
7:30 am, “SHOOT … Wait, wow … I snoozed my alarm so many times it gave up … Impressive!”
3. “All right guys, this is my last game then I need to head to bed. Battlefield 3 can’t run my life.”
20 minutes later: “No I can’t go to sleep after THAT …”
50 minutes later: “I am so glad we have that coffee place right by work. One more game?”
… Not a very good post, right? Eh. You’re probably too comatose from Turkey to care. And if you do care, go eat some pie, come back and read this in a better mood.
Happy leftovers day everyone! (Well, everyone in the States that is. Sorry Canadian friend, and semi-Canadian friend.)
DumbFunnery 
