Quiet day in here, which is good cuz I can focus and slay all the shit on the list. Yesterday, we had a big ol’ hootenanny, complete with visits from Larry Nuñez and Scotty Conerly, Ms. DeVries the friendly neighborhood seamstress, Mark Welsh enterprises, Brad Scheuffele beard report, Oliver Ashley family situation, my mom, fucking Dale and whoever else. Hard to remember. Big action.

Quiet in here today. Needed it. Watching the rainclouds roll in and out, and in and out, and in…

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REST-OF-THE-DAYWRECKER WARNING: An incredible collection of MId-Century Modern Illustration all compiled into one nice and tidy Flickr set. Go back 5-6 decades and get wild with it. I saw this poking around some Wink properties. Always awesome, those fellas.

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DALE BROUGHT THIS ONE UP TODAY: Townes doing the first song he ever wrote. Thanks, Dale, or, as he’s commonly known around the DDC factory floor: “He who buys the shittiest gum flavors.”

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INK HITTING PAPER: Gocco’d some shit up today. Can’t disclose what it was due its “top secret” status. I can say this much: It was nice to print some shit. There you go.

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KING OF THE BREEDS: Sidecar Dachshund. Cute little shit, swaddled in gold. Here’s the whole post.

I’d love to get a motorcycle. Too afraid of the things. Black Harley, real simple, straight handlebars, rat-biked out a bit. Matte. Etc. Maybe, someday, some wind in my mane. (Thank you Eric Powers, with the full power and might of San Jose behind him.)

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FEELING MY VERY FIRST “STONES KICK” COMING ON. COULD GET ROUGH:

01. Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers
02. Rolling Stones - Beggars Banquet
03. Rolling Stones - Exile On Main Street