Dammit.

So a few months ago I applied to for a writing job at a big name wine company. They wanted somebody to blog on their newly redesigned site. Fun, right? The catch? We had to blog as their mascot.

A monkey.

Figuring I could blog with the best of 'em, I gave it a go. I monkeyed around, monkeyed it up, monkeyd... some more. And I thought I did a pretty good job, all things considered. Alas, no bookee for my monkey.

Today I decided to check it out and see what kind of corporate suckey-upey hack the hired instead of me. I read. I... kept reading. I... begrudgingly admit that the writer is pretty damn good. Dammit. Pithy, smart, doesn't hit you over the head too hard with the monkey references. It's a tightrope and I'm be gobsmacked if the writer doesn't do a fine job walking it. Perhaps even finer than me. Dammit.

Go here if you want to check out what I'm not writing.