When Animals Attack

I think I've lost track of the days of the blog. Ok I'm sure I have...but that's not important. What's important is that I now own a copy of Dumb and Dumber on DVD, and that Matt and I are sitting out on a hill by the road where there is a wireless signal. It seems that while at the apartment, this is now the only place for us to find any sign of world wide web activity. I think it's a good thing though. This way we don't spend too much time on the web when we're not recording. Instead we've been filling most of our evenings with cooking meals together, reading, and watching movies. I guess that's a bit more productive right?
The last few days have been dominated with studio time, metal works drum re-recording, subway riding, walking, cooking, sleeping, and a bit of playing. Last night we went to Brampton to play for a youth group at a church there. It was good. They had pyro-technics again (for those of you who were reading from the start - same church). The flames were big and high and they scared me but I just kept my back to them and hoped the back of my shirt didn't catch on fire. It didn't though, and we played for a while, quite loudly, and then I went and grabbed a Coke. There was also Swiss Chalet meals for us downstairs. I started eating mine before we started playing, and it was going well until Chris ran in and said the rest of the guys were waiting on stage. If it wasn't for the wet-nap it could have been disasterous to say the least.
This morning the rest of the band went van shopping while Matt and I slept in - which was amazing and doesn't happen that often when we're in Toronto. We got up in the mid afternoon and watched a show called "When Good Pets Turn Bad". It was pretty captivating. A little scary too. Afterwards I was sitting outside on the step reading a book when I heard a noise on my left. I turned and saw that I was face to face with one of Toronto's notorious "small-cat" sized squirrels. It just stood there staring me in the eye as I replayed one scene from "When Good Pets Turn Bad" that showed a cat attacking a woman in a grocery store. Still frozen I sat there wide-eyed until the squirrel grabbed a pin cone and moved along its merry way. "Yeah keep movin'...", I said under my breath..."Keep movin' real nice like, ya hear..." Now as I sit on the hill, at 12:10am in the morning, I hear a rustle every once in a while over my shoulder...I don't know whether I'll be attacked with pine cones flying at my head or feel a pair of claws on my neck. Well, I'm sure the injuries won't be as bad as that guy who got stepped on by the moose ("When Good Pets Turn Bad").
Signing off,
Jordan Mattie