WE’RE ON CRAIGLIST: The Yard Sale of the Century, people. You gonna make it? Rain or shine. Things you need. Free advice. Good deals. Stuff. Small, odd parts that belong to things that escape our memory. Refreshments. Cobra Dogs. My mom. My dad. My sisters. Dale. Mark. An Ewok. Friends. Family. Enemies. A barking dachshund.

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Dale and I are off to Tacoma this afternoon in hopes of hitting paydirt on an ugly lot of 10,000 records. Ten. Thousand. Think about that for a second. This might be a good one. Might not. We’re driving up to “check out the merchandise” and if things look good, we’ll be driving it all back. Yike. Stay tuned for the full report.

Fingers are crossed. “You ready, Dale?”

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WELL, THERE GOES ANOTHER HOUR SHOT TO SHIT: The Cracker Jack Prize Gallery I and The Cracker Jack Prize Gallery II. I’ll be getting a box in an hour, somewhere in between Portland and Kelso, Wash., or something.

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MANDATORY READING, YOU TERTIARY BASTARDS: The History of the Color Wheel. (Spotted over at the primary-colored linkcrafters of Coudal Partners, Chicago, Ill.)