I Need A Bar of Soap In My Mouth

Well, there go my daily numbers. It's been nice knowing you.So my buddy Jess has been doing a little documentary on me. Or, on "all the riff raff of the DDC." Something to that effect. And he's got a little teaser completed for the upcoming three episodes, just to give you a little taste of "what's going on" with this project.So here you go, readers...click here to burst whatever bubble I had going all this time: "Why America is Fucked,"- - - -DEAR MOM AND DAD: I know you raised me well, and taught me how to speak and behave like an appropriate adult and all that, but, Jess asked the question and I got all fired up and then started swearing like a sailor. These things happen. Don't excommunicate me.- - - -GREEN WITH ENVY: I went down to VooDoo Doughnuts early this morning and supplied the Plaid Nation tour crew with Field Notes today. Bunch of guys from Connecticut, in a van, connected to the world, blogging, shooting, writing and riffin' on whatever comes there way, for like, seven city stops. Man, I wanted to tag along, but had to get back to the shop to continue my pursuit of the American Dream™ and, 43 or 44 client projects. Rats. Next time.- - - -PRETEND YOU ARE IN DABICA-APPROVED™ HOLLAND, FREAKING OUT: Take a tour of a Lego factory, do everything in yer power to refrain from loading up yer pockets when no one is looking. (This link was poached from our fellow brick-diggin' friends at Coudal Partners in Chicago, Ill.)