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Good morning, Washington. They’re heeeeeere. Yes, in the next chapter of our wet, hot, political, suspicious-package-fare-increase-power-outage summer, the budding overachievers have descended on the District and its surrounding communities. They will soon be everywhere you turn. And there’s nothing you can do about it — kind of like a Romero flick, but with more lectures on Proust and awkward sexual encounters, and less brain-eating. On the plus side, submissions for Overheard in D.C. stand to see a significant bump in quantity and hilarity, so at least we’ve got that going for us.

Dr. Fenty and Mr., Uh, Fenty: Alan Suderman’s pre-primary profile of Mayor Adrian Fenty dropped today. While the question that Suderman attempts to answer — do Fenty’s jerkish tendencies matter? — can only really be answered after the referendum on September 14, the color in his story makes the piece a must-read. For example, in the section of the story examining Fenty’s sour workplace demeanor: “”He runs his ship by fear; people are afraid of him,” says one staffer. “He’s one of the biggest assholes I’ve ever met in my life.” Several sources said Fenty has a ferocious temper. Last December, according to multiple sources, Fenty kicked a trash can, slammed a door, and screamed, “I’m the fucking mayor,” after learning that some much-hated New Jersey Avenue NW billboards were being removed without his being present for a photo-op. … One former staffer likened working for Fenty to being an “abused wife,” constantly fighting a losing battle to make the mayor happy.” Wow. Of course, Suderman does a fine job of presenting the other side of the coin too — for all the hubbub about his prickly persona among local wonks, insiders and straw poll voters, there’s still a whole lot of people who do only see Fenty’s performance.

The Great Washington Redskins Ticketing Machine Keeps Churning: Man, the Redskins sure love their waiting lists. Dan Steinberg passes on the knowledge that “due to unprecedented demand,” fans looking to buy single-game tickets during the middle of the week before a home game this season will now need to queue up. Long live Dan Snyder, and his love of meaningless lines! Now, I’m not a betting man (okay, that’s a lie), but I’d put the odds on this system screwing something up big time at 1 to 10.

Now Mix The Two, and Shake Vigorously: The estimable Dave McKenna cranks out this fantastic little yarn, a brilliant blend of politics and sports. Councilmember Michael A. Brown — most recently in the news accusing Michael D. Brown, who is running for an At-Large Council seat, of improperly using his name to earn votes — told McKenna that he had made the District’s All-Met basketball team in 1983. After a wild goose chase, the only thing that McKenna could conclude is that Brown doesn’t remember what year he graduated from high school.

Briefly Noted: Gas leak this morning closes 13th and 14th Streets NW in Columbia Heights…Surprise, surprise: the Foggy Bottom escalators are out this morning…Tyler Cowen wonders why there’s so few restaurants east of the River…What rain? The next few days appear to be just lovely weather-wise…More high school students taking the ACT…Cary Silverman investigates the “billboard blight” at 1001 11th Street NW…Have you ever actually tried to put a seatbelt on a dog, WTOP?

This Day In DCist: Last year, we interviewed Derek Brown about craft cocktails, and a “kiss-in” protest was planned at Tastee Diner in response to two lesbians who were asked to leave the restaurant after embracing.