How the Blog Got Its Name

Once upon a time, I was dating a guy who we’ll call Karl (because that was his name). One day, he phoned me at work. My job is very much a feast-or-famine sort of deal, and I’d been in a famine for about a week. Earlier, we had a discussion about this – that a lot of my job is waiting on others and essentially making puppies.

So he calls, and says, “I have a politically correct term for ‘fucking the dog’!”

Oh, says I? and what would that be.

You, says he, for example, are currently resolving timeline issues.

Now, wasn’t that interesting?