this week, my agency "closed down" for the holidays. i use the scare quotes because there's several of us on the print side who still have to work this week to meet deadlines and such that one of our clients wouldn't push out.while yesterday was quieter than martha stewart's vagina during fleet week, today has been revision-tastic. although most of the revs are minor, i had to consult a copywriter for a rewrite that needed to be done. her name is mary (and i'm not using a pseudonym because of what follows), and when i was writing her to ask for the copy rewrite, i couldn't get "help me, mary" by liz phair out of my head, so much so that i wrote velouria and told her about such. and while i didn't reference the song in my e-mail, i kept on thinking it and started writing my own lyrics. it's sad, really, so i'm sharing it with you, my dear, humble readers.
help me, mary, please
i have a revision for you to see
this ass on the client side
wants this stupid copy rewrite
he wants a bullet about specialists
and how much help to customers they can be
but no need to rush
this copy back to me
the file doesn't need to be posted until end of day
see, i told you it was sad.
and now, errands.
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