The fence is up.

Just like that. (Well, had to wait five fuckin’ weeks, but…) Some drama, but not too much. They didn’t know who they were fucking with. I got an eye for this shit, and man, I put them to the test, and, there are still a couple spots that are irksome, that might force me to “take matters/planks into my own hands” and rectify. I’m not down with “sloppy craftmanship” on any level. Goddammit.

Pretty happy with the thing, overall.

Built like a brick shithouse, it is. Take a look:

01. “Tacking up the planks.”
02. “Driving the last one home.”
03. “The disputed corner, now level and right with the world.”
04. “Fenced in.”
05. “Looking back towards the house and driveway.”
06. “Gary: Out through the ‘in’ door.”

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Gary on the beach, with me behind him, making sure he didn’t try to swim out into the ocean and escape. Ya never know with the G-Unit. Photo by Aprilcott.

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Chris Soli gets grilled by some farty Wieden people.

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“You had me at “view image’.”

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You bet yer ass, we’re “scripophilists.” Of course. A Scripophily gallery to wet yer whistle.

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Speaking of Scripophily, you’ll find hours and years of clickable amazement here: Cigar Box Labels. Great scans, too. Dig it.

01. I mean, c’mon, give it up for these guys. Wow.
02. Mergenthaler!
03. The marvelous Alaska Transportation and Development Co. You guys hiring?

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Vin, you make a mean list!

Get to know why the “secret’s out” on Portland with his masterful, warm, well-put outline, over at Vinceland. Well, done, neighbor.