Every few weeks Paper Source orders the same poopy cards from us.

This makes us happy because there is no faster way to evangelize than through a chain of shops that snakes its way through the country.

Our message? 

Isn't it obvious by now? Spread (our idea of) letterpress goodness and joy like spackle into every dark crevice on this planet. 

No big deal.

This card:

has nothing to do with fecal matter and so we were surprised (and delighted) to see it on our latest Paper Source order.

Perhaps the following dream was a premonition?:

There were no toilets — but there was a shower scene. The light over the C&P

had become a shower head and I had become naked. I prayed that nobody would walk through (why didn't I just lock it?) the shop door while I took my unnecessary (and might I add: gratuitous?) shower next to my printing press.

But someone did walk in.

I guess his name is Vincent Schiavelli. He was hiding behind the Heidelberg

with his cow. He wasn't smiling. I woke up.

The End

Yup. I seen it all with my own two eyes. Laser beams cut clear through some kinda colored something. (Hi JSTK!)

And then there was this picture cut out of copper and she rolled a giant can over it and it pressed the picture right there into the book. She called it letterpress but it looked more like a torture-table. (Hi Wingnut Advertising!)