So, you know how sometimes you go to the So You Think You Can Dance live show and you get all excited about the world, and maybe earlier that day you tweeted that you'd like to throw your hat into the ring and be considered for the Obamas' new puppy? And then you get home from the SYTYCD tour, and you rode the path train by yourself because your friends had to leave early, and you were thinking about back in your early 20s when you, like, made stuff? And anyway, when you get home you log into facebook and all these people have made comments about your thing about wanting to be the Obamas' new puppy? I don't know. Maybe you paint your face like a dog and speak into your macbook. Or maybe that's just me.