The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

There is a different sense of humor required for this project. I'm starting to get to witness this firsthand.

People at 'my real job' are starting to find out about the Postcard Project. I'm blown away by the amount of people (most of them over 50) who don't get it.

"Why are you having strangers send stuff to your Mom?"

"You're sick."

"That doesn't make sense."

"What's the point?"

Now I know why the site has generated a HUGE amount of traffic, but not a HUGE amount of what I like to call 'address requests'. With over a quarter-million hits since January, I've often wondered why only a few thousand people have requested Mom's address, and why even fewer have actually gone through with the entire sticking-something-in-the-mail process.

Apparently, if you are a 'sender', you're weird. Yeah. You have this warped sense of humor that you consider to be normal. But it's not. You probably watched Oh Brother Where Art Thou and laughed histerically. You laugh at corny jokes, and you think that someone hitting their head on a low-hanging pipe is funny.

Yep, you're one of them. And you probably enjoy life. But imagine that your life wasn't so fun and (somewhat) carefree. Imagine that you didn't have that sense of humor. Imagine that you were a stuffy 9-5, do my job, go home and go to bed kinda person. How boring, and unfortunate. If that were you, you'd look at Postcards For Mom and just shrug. It doesn't make sense. Some guy is having strangers send obscure notes and items to his own Mother. Why? Most likely you click your little red X and go back to your work. You aren't looking forward to the baseball game on TV, or playing poker with the guys - no, you are looking forward to your 89 cent Budget Gourmet lunch (for dinner) and an apple. Poor pathetic you.

So, to all of those who are continuing to make this project a success, and a fun ride, thank you from the bottom of my twisted heart. You're certifiably sick.