panicBoy's Woefully Neglected Blog.

MiniCast: Final Destination.

Sat, 3 Feb 2007 23:04:00 GMT

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.

It's just like me to fuck up like this.

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:36:00 GMT

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.

MiniCast: Eight Writers.

bjouellette@gmail.com — Thu, 3 Aug 2006 17:01:00 GMT

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.

Yep, I've been bitten by the bug.

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 18:06:00 GMT

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.

So, Where the Hell Have I Been?

Thu, 6 Apr 2006 15:20:00 GMT

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.

Save Tookie.

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 9 Dec 2005 11:56:00 GMT

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.

29: "Waxing Rhapsodic"

dagshow@gmail.com — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 00:23:00 GMT

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.

NEW PHONE LINE!

dagshow@gmail.com — Sat, 26 Nov 2005 07:31:00 GMT

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?

28: "Soda-licious."

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 25 Nov 2005 18:06:00 GMT

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.

27: Nu Boobz

dagshow@gmail.com — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 22:30:00 GMT

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.

Goverment death.

dagshow@gmail.com — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 12:25:00 GMT

What must a day like this be for someone who is perfectly healthy, perfectly innocent and about to be murdered? Do you panic? Do you curl in on yourself and sob? Do you pray? All of the above? I'm not sure what I would be like.

One really feels like chattel when you think that shit like this could possibly be happening here, and not in, like, some backwards nation. But in many ways, I guess we are in the most backwards nation of all.

We use death to punish killers, and somehow our type of death is more righteous and humane. This flies in the face of all reason and sanity and ration. It's government-sanctioned insanity. It's fascism. But of a kind that I would chance to say is even more deeply insidious that fascist nations of the past. This is so disguised and camouflaged under the guise of Christian values, helped along by a largely complicit and mostly indifferent media. We are a people overloaded with more access to information than any civilization in history, and most of us just do not care. It's a maddening, saddening state of affairs we've gotten ourselves into. And I almost believe that it is irreversible.

Sorry. I'm off today and doing laundry while I slowly go insane.

New episode soon, I promise.

FREE FRANCES!

Go, KANYE WEST!

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 2 Sep 2005 23:58:00 GMT

That was awesome. Fuck Austin Powers, fuck Chris Tucker, and fuck Matt Lauer. Bush hates anyone who isn't either a trailer-park Republican, or insanely wealthy.

Rock on, Mr. West.

26: Pickanick.

dagshow@gmail.com — Thu, 11 Aug 2005 22:27:00 GMT

Well, folks. It's official.

DAGNABBIT! is now big time.

How do I know this?

Because we're getting comment spammed buy some jagoff Texas Hold 'Em poker outfit.

What a pain in the ass.

This episode, Lisa and I enjoy a lovely Ordway's lunch at a park near where Lisa works in Bow. We discuss the minutiae of the day, and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.

MUSIC by the George Garabedian Band and Ministry. Rant by the imcomparable Francis E. Dec.

25: The Golden Chain.

dagshow@gmail.com — Sun, 17 Jul 2005 16:14:00 GMT

From last Saturday, this is Lisa and I going off to bed. I like the way this one came out, I'll have to do it again sometime.

"Un chien andalou" is actually only 75 years old, and it was made by Salvador Dali. But a chick does get her eyeball sliced open. Yummy.

Work is still insane, and it's getting hard to keep up on shows. Getting an iRiver at the end of the month and hopefully it will help. Podcasting is something that I really love, and not being able to keep pace with the shows I love is something of an annoyance.

Oh, well. Who knew I'd make it to 25?

24: In The Dark.

dagshow@gmail.com — Sat, 9 Jul 2005 01:17:00 GMT

I sit in the dark at work and let it flow like diarrhea. Hate, QueerCasting, vegetariansm, London in crisis, religious zealotry, my fucked-up jorb.

Anyone out there handy with code feel like helping me out with designing the site to look less... generic? I've not got the time, talent or ability to whip this thing together.

Please, somebody, anybody... PIMP MY SITE!

23: "A Sunday of Love and Bliss."

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 8 Jul 2005 01:18:00 GMT

Lisa and I took the bratboy to Hillside park on Sunday, and we had a blast. I went on and on about getting an iRiver like I'm seven years old. Then we drove around a little and Lisa tortures me with the radio. The mic sees all, yet judges not. That's your job.

22: "Office Potty-Mouth"

dagshow@gmail.com — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 23:07:00 GMT

"WHIP some skull on me, BITCH!"

Fuck the notes, here's the show.

Music from Commodore Vic LLC and The Kinks.

20: "Bite This."

dagshow@gmail.com — Tue, 14 Jun 2005 01:28:00 GMT

I'm slapped with overtime. Our kid gets booted from day care. Hilarity ensues.

Our life is a fucking sitcom.

19: "Hey Baby, Nice Tooth!"

dagshow@gmail.com — Mon, 13 Jun 2005 00:45:00 GMT

No last rites just yet, thank you. I've been kinda considering an overhaul of the type of show we've been doing, and trying to turn this thing into something a bit less contrived, and a bit more organic. I'd like this show to sound less like a radio talk show at times. We'll definately revisit that format from time to time, but this feels good right now. Plus there's a lot less ass-time in front of the computer putting a show together. I think I can live with this for now, and do more shows more often.

We'll see. Warts and all, this is podcasting.

We take Iain to the Livingston Park on a beautiful Sunday, whereupon he promptly illustrates how negligent his dumbass father is.

18: "Why The Terrorists Hate Us (Boston Weekend)"

dagshow@gmail.com — Mon, 16 May 2005 23:04:00 GMT

Our first soundseeing/mobile/on-location episode. We spent the weekend in Boston with our buddies Ken and Amy. Apologies for any missed jokes due to wind/car noise and any other general audio weirdness.

Music from KMFDM, Ben Folds, and Frank Zappa with Sting.

SEVENTEEN: Condescending.

dagshow@gmail.com — Wed, 11 May 2005 01:43:14 GMT

Kind of a weird show. Felt a bit subdued. I don't know, my initial impression is usually wrong.

Music from Big Black, Pat Benatar, and Adrian Belew.

We're going to try and up the production schedule to two shows a week. We'll see how it goes.

Despite All My Rage, I Have Still Got My Cock In A Cage.

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 6 May 2005 00:16:57 GMT

Oh.
My.

God.

My cousin, David, sent me this link for a "male restraint device" while we were IM-ing a few nights ago.

Click it at your own risk. They do show it "in use."

Hmm... now I know what I'd like for Father's Day.

An XBox, you assholes.

CuntingEdge.org was a bust...

dagshow@gmail.com — Thu, 28 Apr 2005 19:26:31 GMT

Those fuckers aren't biting. I'd try God Hates Fags next, but those assholes travel. A lot.

SIXTEEN: Shit, Meet Fan. Fan, This is Shit.

dagshow@gmail.com — Thu, 28 Apr 2005 14:23:00 GMT

I'm FTP-ing this shit from now on. Much fucking easier, plus it's more reliable.

This is a very long show, the longest yet. Seventy-three minutes. Lisa wouldn't let me wrap it up, and she was bugging the shit outta me. That's why I had to kill her. Sorry.

The new pope, our banged-up kid, the cat that belongs to the ages, handcuffs as a discpline strategy for kindy-gartners, our homophobic president holds hands in the garden, getting flipped off in traffic, post-coital cleanup and much more.

Music from Meryn Cadell, The Doves, Elvis Costello and Spookey Ruben.

Big-ups and thanks to Adam Curry for running that promo. Just drop me a line, and we'll arrange for that knob-shine. Let us know where and when, and which one of us you'd like it from.

(Pick me! Pick me!)

And a huge steaming pile of mucho thankos to Scott Fletcher for that friggin' voice. God damn, to have nuts like that.

And thanks to you guys, for coming back again and again and keeping it fun for us.

'Cept for you, CW. You're a cunt.

Mother's Day

dagshow@gmail.com — Mon, 25 Apr 2005 13:21:33 GMT

Hey, you humps. Mother's Day is coming up y'know. Did you get something special for the babymommy/-ies in your life? Better get on the stick.

This is a song I recorded for Lisa on Mother's Day last year. Thought I'd share it. It's one of the very first things I did on GarageBand. Iain provides the squeals and giggles. Everything else is me. Enjoy.

(((Shiver.)))

dagshow@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Apr 2005 13:20:03 GMT

Anyone else find The Wiggles amazingly creepy?

Picking fights with morons.

dagshow@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Apr 2005 22:59:24 GMT

A little about me. I have little to no patience or respect for religious fundamentalists of any stripe. They are largely responsible for the dreadful state of the world today, and only believe that more of their ridiculousness is the ultimate fix. So I've decided to turn this little culture-war into a feature here at bjason.com.

I'm going to pick on a Christian Creep, and see if he'll (these ARE mostly guys, after all) respond in that typical verbose, smelly, scripture-laden way that is just so fucking entertaining. I'm not even going to get embroiled in any substanive argument in which no one will be a clear victor. I'm sooooo sick of those ideological ping-pong matches. The goal here is ridicule. Nothing more, nothing less.

So, without further ado, on to our first subject. CuttingEdge.org is a wild site, chock full of insanity regarding Biblical prophecy, the New World Order, and really tasty articles about how, for example, Hilary Clinton is a practing Satanic witch. Awesome! This site is just funny, funnier than your blog, funnier than that drunk uncle that pulls quarters from your ear. It's also scary as blood in your shit.

I just sent the supposed propreitor of this lovely idiotic god-rag an email, with the subject line, "Just letting you know." The body of the message is, quite simply, "You are a nut. That's all," and a quick plug for the podcast.

This is gonna be some fun.

Count the Coughs!

bjouellette@verizon.net — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 01:59:46 GMT

No frills, no bullshit. Just an upload for now and fill the rest in later. Gotta get to bed.

Hack hack, Yuurrg!!!!!111!!

dagshow@gmail.com — Thu, 7 Apr 2005 01:50:14 GMT

We were going to record a show tonight, but I'm sick. So fuck off. I need a big bowl of Pho and some Gatorade.

More details when we record episode 15 tomorrow night.

Until then, more coughing uncontrollably until I vomit in my mouth. Yummy.

Goodbye, Mitch Hedberg (1968-2005)

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 1 Apr 2005 20:52:53 GMT

I don't fucking believe how many of our truly brilliant minds are snatched away from us so incredibly young. I am a huge fan of this man's work and am profoundly saddened by this loss. Our condolences to the Hedberg family and all who considered Mitch close.

I hope to god this is an April Fool's joke, but I don't think it is.

Jesus Herbert Walker Christ!

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 1 Apr 2005 18:15:41 GMT

Fourth time trying to upload this bitch. No idea what could be wrong, but here goes. More dirty fun including the new diet, Terri Schiavo, fainting goats, Mikey G's new moan-mix and much more. Enjoy, meatheads.

Burgers

dagshow@gmail.com — Fri, 18 Mar 2005 03:48:50 GMT

I'm making grub in the kitchen for my stinky. More later. Enjoy.

Valotte

dagshow@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Mar 2005 02:39:15 GMT

The second in our series of cover requests and one I'm pretty proud of. This one was a huge hit for Julian Lennon in (I wanna say) '87. If you have a request, send it! I'm really looking forward to the challenge.

Lisa's Shaved Pussy

dagshow@gmail.com — Sun, 13 Mar 2005 03:47:21 GMT

More info after a fresh listen. Basically, more dirty talk and stuff to accelerate the destruction of our civilization. Plus Lisa breathes heavy while I masturbate.

It's incredible the things you find in your wallet after a night of drinking at a gay bar.

dagshow@gmail.com — Sun, 6 Mar 2005 18:23:00 GMT

From Madge's blog...

dagshow@gmail.com — Sat, 5 Mar 2005 02:36:00 GMT

I grabbed this from Madge Weinstein's blog. Thought it might prove illustrative about my setup.

Technical Questions

1) Would I be better off with Wordpress or Radio?
2) Can I make this Movable Type allow people to comment on comments like with the livejournal?
3) Is there a firewire or some kind of audio card for my g4 I can buy that will allow for high quality audio without causing terrible latency problems like with the iMic? Currently I use the line-in but the quality suffers.
4) Can someone reccomend an inexepensive mixer that will allow me to have three line inputs, 2 mic inputs, 1 photo input, cross fade, panning, master volume, and especially the ability to listen with the headphones to the cueing chanel or the master output. What I would really love would be one of those old-fashioned boards with the round pots.
5) Can someone please send me an old 3rd gen iPod so I can put linux on it and use it as another audio source for my show? Even if the battery is dead it's OK.
6) Whose vagina smells worse than mine?

Posted by madge at March 4, 2005 12:45 PM

Here's what I do, and it works tits:

Use the computer only as a source, running it and all your other sources, mics, turntables, etc, into a mixer. I like my Behringer Eurorack, but I'd love a Mackie if I could afford it. You may need a separate phono pre-amp for the vinyl.

Send the program signal to a CD recorder. I use a Harman/Kardon unit.

Rip the CD to an MP3 via iTunes, and proceed as usual.

No latency problems, no hiccuping bullshit, and you'll always have an umcompressed 44.1kHz 16-bit physical master of the show on CD. Easy-peezy. Computers are still fickle and unpredictable, and will always find a way to get you shit-flingingly pissed-off. At least this way, you'll feel more comfortable recording with real audio gear than with a bunch of exotic and esoteric programs.

Don't get me wrong: I love my computer, my breakout box, and my GarageBand. But only for production pieces and short take stuff, not for hour-long "live" podcasts. Depend solely on the computer and it will eventually break your heart. What we do is essentially radio. The gear and production should resemble that of a economically reasonable studio setup. Maybe I'm way old school, but I think depending on one machine to process vocals, sources, Skype calls, compression, signal routing, EQ, mixing, web browsing, email retrieval, any other computery meshugass, and actually recording the damn thing, is a recipe for profound frustration.

That's my two cents.

And:

It's probably a toss-up between Star Jones-Reynolds and Greta van Susteren.

But:

3rd place is definitely shared by Ann Coulter and Michelle Malkin.

Posted by: B. Jason Ouellette at March 4, 2005 05:35 PM

Jason- that sounds like a good solution except I don't have the CD recorder. My current mixer already has a phono in, so I'll just stick with it. Also, I already use two machines. I use one for itunes, quicktime, skype (source material) and the other one for recording only.

Posted by: Madge Weinstein at March 4, 2005 06:25 PM

That's a great setup.

Posted by: B. Jason Ouellette at March 4, 2005 06:50 PM

Hmmm.... maybe I ought dust off my old iMac G3 and get it repaired...

Vickie and Her Allergy to Wheat

bjouellette@verizon.net — Thu, 3 Mar 2005 03:05:00 GMT

Kind of an angry show. The whole friendly, community-ethic phase among podcasters is drawing to a close. Fuckin' bring it on.

Opening tune is "Fastest Growing Sensation" from our House Band, SH-5. Go give 'em a hand. Job.

We visit with Lisa, who is out having her tresses prettied. Then we hear Adam Curry being super-domestic and noisy. I still think the only way podcasters will make money is by creating a network. Individual podcasters charging subscriptions or (god help you) 99c per episode wil just piss people off. The best shows will have to link arms and work together. ONE reasonable price, SEVERAL high-quality shows every day. Charging will also make podcasts accountable for both quantity and the quality. Gone will be the days of doing it when you feel like it.

I bitch, once again, about iPodderX and their lack of action regarding this show. Whatever.

Whole Wheat Radio gets a reaming. Audio Magazine, my ass. Jimbob just hates the word "podcast" because he didn't think of it 2 1/2 years ago. Bohemian nudnik. Oh, by the way, if you're thinking of complaining, remember:

This is only a character.

The first Cover Request debuts! See the post below for more info. And send me your requests! If I like it, it will be in the next show.

DIALOG is a podcast subscription you really need to pick up. We hear a few clumsily selected clips.

Enjoy. And love thy neighbor. Just don't get caught.

Welcome Back Victoria

dagshow@gmail.com — Thu, 3 Mar 2005 02:17:00 GMT

Here's the first in the series of Cover Requests. Caleb sent me this request, and I thought it was a great idea. It's an old tune by Jesus Jones, from the Doubt album. Got a request? Send it to me!

Parsley, SAGE, Rosemary and FURNITURE.

dagshow@gmail.com — Tue, 22 Feb 2005 23:48:00 GMT

Sorry, I posted this one late. It was my birthday, Lisa wanted sex, so the post had to wait. She sits in on this one. Streisand opens with a clip of not-so-proud moments.

We discuss: Our broken elliptical and how to get the most from an extended warranty, the Paris Hilton hack, our evil pet cat, Bagoo, my raggedy asthma, Rick's nippelganger, piercings, the Beastie Boys and Talib Kweli, Ron Jeremy's weird body hair, the Cookie Bouquet story, Alton Brown, the sage/pot story, Lisa criticizes my driving and shuts me down on the reverb/background music debate, Sean Kennedy's NewsReal (a great podcast, BTW), Lisa reveals her political tendencies (right-wing fascist), the tollbooth story, our vacation plans, and another Podcast Alley appeal.

Any folks of Indian descent who are offended by Lisa's horrible remarks can complain here. And I apologize profoundly.

This show also features the music of that late, beloved, misunderstood genius, the great Wesley Willis.

AND, I got my birthday sex, in case you were wondering.

Chancefatedestiny.

bjouellette@verizon.net — Sun, 20 Feb 2005 03:04:00 GMT

Who casts it to the wind?
Who leaves it in God's hands?
Who chalks it up to fate?
I'm not that confident.

Take charge.
Move out of the parents' basement in your soul.
Give a shit.

New show tomorrow.

Promise.

Hiney-Cliney Nacho Music.

dagshow@gmail.com — Wed, 16 Feb 2005 16:37:00 GMT

The pictures are our Valentine's gifts to each other. We did not plan this. No shit. Go visit Cookies By Design, they do really great work. Madge gives me another great mention on her show. Damn, I'm half-hard again.

Maybe I'd like an ASCAP license, after all.

I want to start taking requests for unconventional piano bar songs. I play "Someone To Pull The Trigger." It's by Matthew Sweet.

I talk about my mental short-circuiting, podcasts I like, and a bunch of other shit that I can't quite recall.

Call the LISTENER LINE at 206.666.DORK!

Someone in the comments noticed my email's not linked from this page. Here it is. Until LibSyn's new blog engine is up, this is the best I can do.

Features music from Eskimo Laboratories, including Ed In The Refridgerators, and Harry And The Potters.

Go visit Scott Leffler's website. He's got a really good podcast.

AND DO ME A BIG FAVOR: Normally, I woudn't give a flying rat's ass about this, but go to Podcast Alley and kick up a little buzz for this show. It's kinda dismal right now.

And as of this afternoon, I am still not showing up in the iPodderX software aggregator's directory. I'm on the iPodderX directory on the site, but for some reason I can't find it in the directory for the actual program. Weird, and I'm really sick of sending those assholes emails.

Until next time...

Sweat (a soundseeing tour that doesn't go anywhere)

bjouellette@verizon.net — Fri, 11 Feb 2005 21:15:00 GMT

An experiment, to be sure. I huff and puff on the elliptical. Apologies for the Teletubbies in the background and any other general audio weirdness. We are, after all, ADULT CONTENT. I read a letter from a listener and take issues with its more fine points.

Features music from Alternative Tentacles, including Fleshies and The Causey Way.

Does anyone actually know what Curry's stats are?

... Aunt Jamama's Big Band Vigilantes.

... The new ASCAP podcasting license.

... Depo-Provera horror stories.

... Home of the Daily Download, and visit the Sphincterine website.

... The best restaurant in New Hampshire, but the most annoying website.

... What's your target heart rate?

Thanx...

dagshow@verizon.net — Thu, 10 Feb 2005 05:16:00 GMT

I just wanted to throw in a quick word to all of you who are listening to our little show. Our last three shows have broken the three-digit mark in downloads. While these numbers certainly don't come close to the bigger podcasts, it's nonetheless reinforcing to us. Thanks, tell your friends, and we appreciate the attention.

Thank you all for encouraging our aberrant behavior.

-J and L.

7: "Flavor FLAV!"

dagshow@verizon.net — Wed, 9 Feb 2005 04:26:00 GMT

An utterly filthy show. I blame Lisa and apologize profusely if anyone is offended. I really wanted this show to be dignified and refined. A lot of poop and vagina talk.

Features the music of Grand Buffet.

CALL THE LISTENER LINE! 206.33.TAINT!

STOUTENBERRRRGGGGHHH!

Arrrggghh...

bjouellette@verizon.net — Tue, 8 Feb 2005 08:09:00 GMT

Well, the lav mics are here, hooked up, and ready to go. They sound good, certainly worth the money. Maybe a long way down the road I'll spring for some superriffic UHFs. But for now, these will do quite nicely. I figure once I compress the show, any minor imperfections will be smoothed over... ah, who'm I kidding? "Paved over," more like. Trouble is, I got hit with a 12-hr shift. DANK. Way dank. Fucked up the Coq au Vin I was making for dinner, too. We'll have a show for you soon.

And we have a listener line. To leave a message, dial 206.666.DORK I set Madge up with one too, at 206.888.CUNT ... She was quite happy with it, but fouled up my plug on her show. Dagnabbit...

Tiredly yours,
Jason.

6: "Legal Implications"

bjouellette@verizon.net — Mon, 7 Feb 2005 02:32:00 GMT

Lisa watches the Bowl and yells across the room and sings songs that could get us into deep shit. No, the lavaliers are not here yet. Fuckers. Features the music of The Zambonis.

Mike, Home, Finally

bjouellette@verizon.net — Thu, 3 Feb 2005 07:18:00 GMT

A short visit with the man. I've no idea what it must have been like. What you take away with you. Or how long it takes to melt it into the background, into the past. Can't wait to crack a few with him and con him into doing a show with us.

Welcome Home, Michael Josey!

bjouellette@verizon.net — Thu, 3 Feb 2005 07:13:00 GMT

Mike's my brother-in-law. We're jazzed to have him back. That's all I'm going to say. Review show FIVE to hear me rant.

5: "Bitch and Purge."

bjouellette@verizon.net — Wed, 2 Feb 2005 09:49:00 GMT

Those mics should be here soon. For now, here's another solo show. Not 'arf bad, I think. A little bit more comfortable and easy. Still sucks, but not as much.

Features the music of Brian Bice from macjams.com...

I post-compressed this show a little differently. I ripped it in mono 64, instead of stereo 64 (which is really 32/32). I'm not sure what I think. The sound quality is improved at the sacrifice of the stereo image. What do you think?

Not yet, but not long...

bjouellette@verizon.net — Tue, 1 Feb 2005 07:03:00 GMT

I'm working on a retool of the show, and waiting patiently on a very important component... wireless lavs. Mmm... I need more mics to include other people in the podcast. I lock up and say dumb shit when I'm talking to myself, and the only way to make it more interesting is to actually have conversations. The best show by far is #3, where Lisa gets into the mix. See?

2 people = conversation.

1 idiot (namely me) = dumbness.

Also working on a phone patch, and wiring the computer into the board. But those mics, I can't wait.

We were actually going to do a show last night. I stopped at the RadiosHack to pick up a cheap wireless lav for Lisa. I knew it wouldn't be great, but it would have to work, right? Let me tell you sumfin' peepills... it was shit-flingingly frustrating. This $49 piece of shit wouldn't even put out a reasonable signal at 10 paces. The sound and performance reminded me of those 20-buck Mr. Microphones. The poor range, the cheap mic, the unavoidable signal drift, the tinny, helpless freq response, all of it, just embarrassingly bad. At least the Mr. Mic operated at 88-108 MHz. This fucking thing was around 49 MHz. That's right, 49. Know what else operates at 49? Huh? Any geeks wanna take a stab? FUCKING BABY MONITORS! Christ! I think kids' walkie-talkies and citizen's band, maybe garage door openers are around there, too. Even radio controlled toys are up in the 75 range.

So I said fuck it, took back the mic, and ordered what I hope will be a better system, a Nady Encore Duet. 2 lavs, a VHF system in the 210 MHz range, and XLR connects. Supposed to have a 250ft range. We'll see.

Until then, stay frosty. Maybe I'll phone-in a show tomorrow. I've got quite a few frustrations at work to get off my chest. It has not been a great week.

Jason the Portly and Morose.

4: "Pop-Ups, Wasabi, and Dead Air"

dagshow@verizon.net — Thu, 27 Jan 2005 08:13:00 GMT

Not a great show, I'm afraid. A lot of slack-jawed dead air, groping for things to say, and swearing at my GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING COMPUTER! Features the music of Wesley Willis.

... The Wesley Willis Tribute Record.

... The Art of Wesley Willis.

Am I sharing too much?

bjouellette@verizon.net — Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:28:00 GMT

Lisa read the text accompanying show three. I asked if she'd rather I change it. She thinks it's funny.

3: "Snow, Snow, Snow and Titties!"

dagshow@verizon.net — Mon, 24 Jan 2005 02:19:00 GMT

We get a shitload of snow, and I can't move my car because my tires are bald. Features the music of SH-5. My darling schmoopy Lisa visits and flashes me a bunch of times. We did it right after this was recorded. BooYa!

Pod Roast

dagshow@verizon.net — Sun, 23 Jan 2005 03:35:00 GMT

mmm... a big ol' hunka beef, some fresh knots of garlic, some onion, red wine, cumin, kosher salt, black pepper, some miscellaneous aromatics... maybe carrot, celery... and overnight on slow and low heat. Jesus FUCK! Am I proud to be an American. This is gonna be goooood. BY THE WAY: you can view my old LiveJournal here. I haven't been keeping it up. This LibSyn thing blows that shit outta the water. I can post pictures and huge-assed audio blogs. Nice. I am slowly coming to the realization that I may have to upgrade to the 250MB plan. No biggie. It's still a fucking bargain. I just don't think I'll be able to keep my pithy rambling to a minimum like 100MB a month.

2: "Garlic, Atom, and Godammit!"

bjouellette@verizon.net — Fri, 21 Jan 2005 09:11:00 GMT

I give Madge new advice about yeast infections, play some Atom and His Package, and talk about an awkward moment at work.

1: "Not Funny Ha-Ha, But Funny Peculiar"

bjouellette@verizon.net — Wed, 19 Jan 2005 09:30:00 GMT

Huzzah! It's number one! But it sounds like number two! Bobby Knight has a shitfit, Bill Hicks hates everyone, and I ramble about my setup.