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The Doggie Song

The dogs, they had a party,
they came from near and far.
Some dogs came by taxi,
and some dogs came by car.

Each dog signed his name
upon a special book.
And each dog hung his asshole
upon a special hook.

One dog was not invited,
and this aroused his ire.
He stormed into the party
and loudly shouted FIRE!

The dogs got so excited,
they all forgot to look.
And grabbed the nearest asshole,
from off the nearest hook.

This is a sad, sad story,
for it is very sore,
to wear another’s asshole,
you’ve never worn before.

So this is why when dogs roam,
o’ver land or sea or foam,
they sniff each other’s asshole,
in hope they find their own.

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My friend Andy recited this verbatim the other night after class as we were walking to the Metro.

3am. Can’t sleep. Messing around with Tumblr themes.

This week I finished up and launched the new website for the media consulting firm I work for. Soon we’ll be re-working our interactive firm’s website, too. And there’s my own crappy portfolio site that could really use some love. All of this to say that it’s hard building your own stuff. The deadline pressure of actual client work forces us to think creatively and move our butts (especially in the heat of a campaign). And then we make some really cool stuff. But I’ve never set a deadline for finishing my own dumb site or really sitting down and crafting my own custom Tumblr theme.

Probably because grad school work keeps popping up and eating my weekends. Not that that’s a bad thing, but in May I’ll be done. And then there’s the election. So we’ll see.

Need sleep.