DUUUUUUUN.

In one four hour, triple run marathon: that shit is printed. And it looks pretty much how Brandon's mock-up showed it. Not bad. The detail on that polymer is fairly mindblowing. If I like you, I'll send you one. Haha. No actually, if I remember your address, I'll send you one. So if you don't get anything, I still like you.

The early stages of the next letterpress adventure (polymer!) can be found here, as told by Brandon.

The Dead

Ode to Our Lady

This is the cover that will be on my paean to Betsy that I am attempting to set in type, (which is so much more trouble than I thought possible; I could write out a dozen copies faster than I could print them). I shouldn't be giving away the cover... but I couldn't resist. I did several color combinations, so each of the books will come out different.

Heavy Machinery + Beer = Hell yes we did.

Brandon, the owner of the Blue Barnhouse, brought the beer. I'd Vandercooked a thousand prints already, it was dark, and I was starving, but I agreed to stay. We shifted that monster C&P, just the two of us. Cranked up the jack, put rollers under 'er, and moved two thousand pounds of steel through several doors, around a paper cutter, and into the back. Dented some shit. Drank some more beer. Then tried out the NEW COLOSSAL PAPERCUTTER OF SUPREME DOOM. This is a machine that would sever your arm like a kid pinching off an ant's head. And let me tell you: it slices that paper smooth. Chopped another couple thousand sheets. And that is how we roll at the BBH.