Haven't spoken in a while, I know.

Here's a new demo from a band I'm currently fronting. Go visit us at asimplecomplex.com or myspace.com/asimplecomplex.

Turning 33, and regressing more and more each day. Yikes.

About a month ago, it occured to me that bjason.com may need to have its registration renewed. I contacted Aplus.net and found out that it went into "redemption status" two days prior.

Fuck.

Okay, so then all I have to do is renew it, right? No, in redemption status it would cost about $200. Okay, so then all I have to do is wait until redemption status is over and buy it at the rock-bottom, blow-out, super-crazy low price? I mean, who the hell wants my stupid domain?

Oregon Names LLC, that's who. They registered it this morning.

Fuck.

I don't know a hell of a lot about this company, except that they exist primarily to snatch up domain names, and they do not sell 'em.

Fuck.

But I do have a phone number, and an address, and a name - mine. I am, after all, B. Jason Ouellette, and that has to mean something. It's not as if this is some wacky domain I failed to trademark, it's my fuckin' name. If they don't acquiesce, then I don't know, maybe our attorney can do something. But, and this is what really chaps my ass, it may end up costing more than the $200 I was reluctant to pay in the first place.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Moral? Stay on top of your domains, kids. This is awful. This is a name I've invested a lot in. I've been recording under this name for a while now. I was planning to finish a record under that name by next summer. I'm getting despondent, and I'm a real greenhorn when it comes to this interwebs thingy. I feel slighted, and I'm mega-bummed. I don't know what to do.

Fuck.

I love Keith And The Girl.
I hate Pacific Coast Hellway.
Adam Curry is an ass-clot.
Here is my song.

Do your own research.

I resisted as long as I could, peoples, but here it is.

myspace.com/bjasondotcom

God help us Jesus, God and Baby Jesus help us.

Hello. Why yes, it has been a while, hasn't it? Have you lost weight? Let's catch up...

Well, the building we were living in got bought by a company that turned it into a condo development, who then paid us to move. So we've moved across town into another apartment that is better and costs less.

I call that a bargain, the best I ever had.

So what else, then? Lisa had a fall-down-go-boom in December, and is going in for her fourth knee surgery in May, her second as a result of the fall. We'll say no more about that at this time.

Lisa and I have decided to have one child only, and since I'm not thrilled about Lisa taking the pill, I'm getting snipped in about two weeks. I taped the consultation a couple months ago, I should post it sometime.

Iain is balls-deep into the terrible-twos, and is having no difficulties asserting his individuality with the old flesh. We got him a new toy piano (a rather robust piece of musical equipment for a plaything), and he plays the hell out of it. Can't help but smile.

I'm always doing crap on the computer, but I'm not sure about the future of DAGNABBIT! I'm doing other things, like theme songs for other podcasts, and recording stuff for some new radio personality, trying to get his new show off the ground. We'll see how it works out.

Until next time.

Stanley "Tookie" Williams is scheduled to be executed at 12:01 a.m. Tuesday in San Quentin's death chamber, unless Kullyfawnia's greatest mistake decides to grant clemency to this truly remarkable human being.

HUMAN BEING.

Some time passes...

You know what? We should start sending shredded Arnold tapes and DVDs to Sacramento. That sounds like fun. I think I've got a copy of True Lies hanging around here somewhere.

206.33.TAINT

dagshow@gmail.com

bjason.com

Stick your pin in our FrapprMap!

Yesterday, Lisa went to the Yankee Candle flagship store in South Deering, Mass, and brought back tons of goodies.

Today, we went to see Goblet of Fire, and it was incredible.

Ragan Fox can fuck straight off.

Apparently, k7.net will delete your number if it goes unused for some time.

So we've got a new one.

A better one.

You can now call us on the TAINT-LINE!

That's right, you can now call us at 206-33-TAINT!

Holy shit, I'm 31 years old, and I still think words like 'taint' are funny. What the hell's-a-matter with me?

Happy Black Friday, ever-boddeh!

We sample the Jones Soda Holiday Pack, and lament our lame Thanksgiving at Fratello's. But my folks save the day with a big parcel of sumptuous leftover turkey!

Our call-in line has disappeared, but we're working on getting a new one. Love you all, Kiss-kiss.

- J & L & I.

Been quite a while, hasn't it?

Today, Lisa takes the reins for a while as she goes under the knife to have her breasts reduced from a DDD to a C.

Part Two soon.