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Adobe Creative Cloud

Better rifle through your wallet,
Dontcha be too proud,
Cos you’re all gonna subscribe,
To the ’Dobe Creative Cloud!

WordPress Blues

@petethedude’s nerves are fraying,
This code’s gonna get a trebucheting,
When no one wins, ev’ryone’ll lose,
He’s got the Wordpress Blues

Settings don’t stick,
(Paid) theme don’t work.
Time to cut some cruft,
Look out! He’s reaching for his dirk!

The templating’s all whack,
He’s about to blow his stack.
PM asks for one more widget,
See his eyelid start to fidget…

Adobe Updater Blues

Get on your knees, you lowly supplicator,
Prepare to run the Adobe App Updater,
Better make a little prayer, better leave a little offering,
Say, got yer soul handy? Time for a proffering.

Is that a lousy rhyme? You’ll find a better one,
Lots of time left ’fore the first download is done,
Now you know what they say, a watched pot never—
Whoops! Timeout error,  it’s a futile endeavour!

James Joyce Donut Upside Down Cake, 2013

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A two-fer on this three-fer. It’s nice to have meaningful cultural traditions.

WordPress Blues

Well I stepped in some shit,
With holes in my shoes,
An’ I didn’t even care,
Cos I got the Wordpress Blues.

My dog up and croaked,
But mister, there’s worse news,
It stripped out all my <p> tags,
Lord, spare me the Wordpress Blues.

’Ere’s rain coming through the ceiling,
& smoke coming out the flues,
Someone hardcoded ’ese goddamned ID’s,
Sir, I got the WordPress Blues.

Internet Explorer Blues

Internet Explorer,
You're making my head sorer,
From all the damage to my layout
That you do…

Internet Explorer,
I tremble at the horror,
That z-planing looks like something
I stepped in with my shoe…

Internet Explorer,
That's output from a corn-borer,
I hit the refresh a hundred,
A thousand times…

Internet Explorer,
Be grateful I'm no juror,
Your margins and floats are
As elegant as my rhymes…

[kazoo solo]

WordPress Blues

Ah got me the WordPress Blues, yes ah do, yes ah do…
Cos I woke up this morning, an’ I entered some code…

…But when I saw what you’d done, things did not well bode
You chopped out my <p>, an’ I was too sick to laugh… (that’s a rhyme, foax…)

…Ah was trying to sort, and yew made me ready for le Morte
d’Arthur. Your widgets so tiny, an’ my hand all sweaty an’ shiny…

…You screwed me for the last time, Wordpress, you screwed me for the last time
Til Monday. Blue Monday… (Kazoo solo)…

Hamburger Cake, 2012 Edition

Couldn't find the orange fondant for the cheese, but hey, gotta leave something for the Mark III.

Rainbow Cupcakes

Fuck it, made all the fancy colours, but not chocolate, and then no one bothered to eat them. So, chocolate or nothing from here on out!

Treasure Chest, 2012 Edition

Perhaps a failure, ultimately, for not having the structural support of the first version, nor the brown woodgrain icing. The abundance of candy seemed to make up for that with its audience…

A Young Person’s PHP Primer

Once more, with feeling:

A is for array,
    with values and keys;
B is for boolean,
    true or false, don’t tease!

C is for constant,
    defined only once;
So you’d better get it right,
    coz D is for dunce.

James Joyce Donut Upside Down Cake, 2012

James Joyce, God of Love. Because he is, right?

Valentine's Day, 2012

Another year, another heart.

Noah’s 6th Birthday

Noah

How the heck is Daddy s’posed to make a Space Shuttle out of cake? Sometimes you just gotta ask for help…

“What do you want to do with your body on Earth?”

Funny you should ask. Six years ago today, we were starting to ask the very same thing of you: it was your very first day, outside, breathing air, seeing the world. It’s overwhelming to think of it now, almost as much as it was at the time. Your very first day, with your whole life in front of you.

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