Dear Pineapples, This week Brida danced between Brazilian politics, Austrian schnitzels, and traffic jams rebranded as sales fairs. Fruitloop battled the flu, the Mayor missed his starch, and Bruce made his grand debut. So pour something warm, and let’s dish the details. 🌎 Atlantic Corridor: Frank & Ismar on Confidence Confidence. We imagine it with […]
Our dearest and beloved members, I have some very important news to share with you today… but this is quite the announcement. Let me take you back, only with a few months, when I joined the community. The beloved Mayor wrote a heartbroken letter to Dear Abby regarding a 50m yellow hose pipe. He explained […]
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Dear Pineapples, Brida’s been buzzing — part soap opera, part strategy session, part “Wait… did that chicken just crow?”We’ve had lions on the loose (almost), mysterious colour wheels, a new outpost with a name you can’t un-hear, and more photo evidence from Fruitloop than the Mayor’s hard drive can handle. So, grab your beverage of […]
🍍 Pixie Dust – Pineapple 8This one’s got sparkles, mirrors, and just a pinch of chaos. Hello dear Pineapples, Ever had one of those moments when someone throws a sentence your way—and suddenly, your world tilts just enough to change the view? Well, that’s exactly what happened last Wednesday morning in Brida. Our charming Fruitloop […]
Dear friend, reader, wonderful person. Yes, that’s you! You’re invited. Fruitloop, Brida’s brightest resident, Bohumila, Brida’s resident poet and I, the democratically unelected Mayor of Brida are inviting you. To what? We are inviting you to step into a different world.Totally different.Really different. Our resident poet will seduce you in the beauty of Haikus, not […]
This my test todayTo keep evil spirits awaySmiling, the weapon
I would love to meet the person who had the idea to invent ideas. It is a really a fascinating and sometimes painful process. Let me explain. Companies, organizations, have their own vocabulary. Brida is no different. It starts with our descriptions, Fruitloop and Mayor. It continues that our shared drive is called the Coffee […]
On Wednesday, I had too much time on my hands and no battery power left in my brain, so I decided to count how many messages Fruitloop and I had sent each other before the line went dead for the day. Eighty! If I can count correctly. Maths wasn’t one of my strengths at school. […]
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