All. Done.

For the last 2 or 3 months, life has been so simple. Work, eat, record at Brandrew's, some bedtime kisses from my sweetie. Repeat repeat repeat. And now it's all done.

I feel like a parent sending my child away to college, full of: anxiety, excitement, pride, fear, saddness, RELIEF.

Don't get me wrong, readers; I've missed some of you. And I have told you that.

And it's been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, obstacles, "don't freak out, but"s and kicking out-ings. Not to mention being completly immersed in material either implictedly or explicitedly based on my relationships of the past 2 years of my life-- broken engagement, NEW LOVE? disappointment, seething disdain, etcetera-- has been a bit of a mindfuck. So yes, I've thought of you a lot too. I still love, hate and miss you.

But enough about that--

Our pop explosion show was pretty deadly. And by pretty deadly, I mean that we alienated a room full of thirtysomethings in sweaters, sitting down, wishing I would just shut the hell up so the happy get-up kids could go on, I'm sure. Certainly the infinity polar opposite to our last Gus' show of mayham and destruction.

That being said, there were a few ladies (whom weren't my friends) who were very fucking into it, some dancing, and of course Ed and Amy were there representing, with Ed yelling out vocal parts of songs that we'd cut recording --which made me laugh hysterically and surely confused others.

Heather also got a birthday surprise as per written in sharpie (thanks Amy) on my chest.

Within twenty seconds of our last song ending, I left in a frenzy to see my sweetie who just got back from tour and was playing in hell.

Later on, we caught some Holy Fuck--they were very neat, not what I had expected at all, but very very cool.

I begrudgingly got up sat morning to go to the vegan brunch, since my sweetie was playing that as well. It takes a lot of love for me to get up for a meal with no bacon. But I *actually* had a good time. I really wanted to see Duchess Says sat. night, but final,final,final mixing had to take priority.

So, it's done.

I'm drumming my fingers and peering at my LSAT book.

Hmm.

DEAR CMAN,

Have you noticed something strange lately?

It seems that everything I write is, well, glaringly, inoffensive. Positive, even: cats, compliments. And, quite frankly, I'm beginning to annoy myself. So I'm sitting here trying to think of something critical to say, BUT I'VE GOT NOTHING. Oh, well that's not true (how could it be), but I can't seem to summon the energy to be insulting. This could be for a few reasons:

a) it's rainy
b) i'm too absorbed in my own projects to bash anyone else.

Even after a slew of hateful insults, I didn't "out" Mr. Anonymous, of a few weeks ago. It just seemed too easy.

Have I lost my bite?

And, what ever happened to Barq's, anyway?

That's not important, I guess.

But I do feel pretty removed from everything; I saw a donair kit at the grocery store and it reminded me of a story I told 2 months ago:

The Halifax scene is pretty much analogous to something that happened to me today:

I decided that I wanted a donair. I don't know why exactly, I hadn't had one in years. So I picked one up, started eating it and realized, 'fuck this is really quite terrible', but decided I'd better make the best of it since I didn't have any other food-due to the fact that it was rainy today when I wanted to go to the store. So I put it on a plate, which slid off the counter and the donair splattered all over the floor-EVERYWHERE! I was relieved that I didn't have to eat it anymore, but slightly annoyed that my clean floor was covered in donair.

Now, imagine that story as told by Ted Koppel.

Yours truly,
JMAN

Finish him

The new Mortal Combat is out.
I don't play video games, but I thought I'd mention it.

Some other things:

I realized that I don't remember how to play checkers; this disturbs me. I got a special middle eastern stew the other day, from that friendly guy at the purple bunker place. Anyways, it looked like something that I would find in the marsh next to my cottage, but the lamb in the green mush was very tasty.

Things I like:

Saffron on rice.
Leaves on trees-- I'm sad that they'll soon be gone.
Late night bike rides.
My kitty Fudgey.

Fudgey's likes and dislikes:

Likes: The Gos Gos, Naps, the $15 per bag luxury cat food with blueberry and cranberry extract that the petstore lady gave me.
Dislikes: The Decendants, regular-type Purina kitten chow.

I got an email from A/V, yesterday that ended with 'see you this weekend'. I was confused: then I remembered, right, the Pop Explosion! I plum forgot.

So right, we have a show at this said "explosion" on Friday: should be "good". I use the word loosely though because we haven't practiced in over a month. This is also Sean's last show with us. Come bid him farewell with us. Sign the card.

Speaking of the allmighty- god of new wave, it looks like our release show is a going ahead at Stage Nine on Friday, November 24th. Joining us will be A/V, The Joyless Streets, and my good friends Telecommando. We're very happy to have Lance(you might know him from The Plan) drumming with us.

We were doing final mixing on weekend, it went a little something like this:

Ed-Ok Andrew, it's done, put it in the 'finished' folder.
A-*staring at screen*
Ed- Do it, it's ok.
A-*erm...ahhhh*
Ed-DO IT.
A-Just let me....
Ed and Jen: NO! It's done!
A-okok
J- hey...what did you just rename that folder...FINISHED"ISH"???
Ed: You get rid of that ish!!
J-No Ish!!!!
A- ermmm*staring* ooooo kay...

Andrew has to go to AA for recording.

Other Jen approved items worth mentioning:
-I'm very stoked for the Spincycle release coming up.
-Heather's birthday is on Friday.
-Niall gets back from tour on Friday.
-HI CALUM!

10 Quid for all the lot

Hi readers/supposed scores of enemies,

Update: Release has been bumped ahead by one week- November 24th it is. This seems more concrete. More to come.

Last night MR. Danton came and did some backups for a few songs. I was really happy to have him a part of recording because I love his voice, etcetera. Everyone seems to be working on new projects these days, and I'm really stoked to hear all the new bands.

I got rid of yesterday's (not so Phantom) anonymous comments and reposted my kitty pics etc. Man! Who thought little Fudgey-Oh would be the victim of such spurning hatred? Poor kitty. You post a picture of your cat and buddy just goes all postal, these days. All I have to say about that is--

EHH BUDDAY YERRRR ALLLLLLL FUCKED!!!!!!!
Way to get all Tonya Harding up in my grill.

It's pretty awesome.

Lovely Maynards Kristina is going to have me on her radio show soon and we're gonna talk about cool stuff. I think I'll bring some Slits.

MEOW!

Have I gone maternal? I really must be losing my mind!

This is my little kitty named Fudgey-OH. He is all ready for me, I just have to go pick up the kitty necessities, and be released fromt he evil grips of obsessive-complusive recording.

Master session in T-minus 9 days. I will be holding my breath until then.

I guess I should talk about some of my life-abouts:

Amy and I went to the Great Wall for supper last night. I love her and I love going on dates with her. Especially when they involve chicken balls. Lots and lots of...chik-

I love this picture of us, taken by Ala at the Scribbler show on Saturday:



You can sort of see the GUNT tshirt I made since I had to miss their release when I was in PEI. I wore it 2 nights in a row=Sorta gross x sorta awesome.

Here's another of one of my favorite guys around:


What a swirly, groovy picture. I love mr. new wave nathan. He's top notch. Props. AND WHAT A SAX SOLO!

We have a tentative release date: Novemeber 18. I'm so scared to mention dates because every time I do, something changes. Nonetheless, mark your calandars now, but do it in pencil.

Shout outs to:
Savannah: Where are you, I need to shower you in gifts!
Heather: Where are you I also need to shower you in gifts, soon to be bday girl!
Julia: It was so great to talk to you sat night and we have to hang out and talk more. You have a special way of making me feel like I have it "under control". It must be a Clahane gene of sorts.
Jason: Your band and you are the awesomest. You give awesome help.
CMAN: You better make it to the release.

and... uhh,

HI MOM. PROPS TO THE ROCK MOM.

And then there were 3.

PEI was a fun trip (see picture).

Whenever I get a little miffed about certain bitches in the world,
I think of the number: 1,700.

CHACHACHING!!!!!

I am stoked. I'm so excited about our recording that I want to vomit, like 24/7.

Despite being hugely hungover from the PEI show, I made it to Gus' in time for Scribbler on Sat night. They put on a great show.