Canzine is finally here

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Please note that tomorrow, Sunday 24 October, is our annual attendance of Canzine, so please visit us! It is from 1-7 p.m. at the Great Hall.
Furthermore, with the advent of both editors’ possession of mobile telephony, we will be tweeting live on location and documenting our failures digitally. As I write this we are finishing last-minute work on our table supplies (making copies of anthologies and individual issues to sell/disseminate). See you tomorrow.
Love,
Deep Madder

ANNUAL CANZINE WHIPPING

Dearest Readers,
Despite a conspicuous drought of queries* or complaints as to our enterprise’s (lack of) output,we think it incumbent on us to mention that we are now on the brink of a long, long-overdue Deep Madder (second) renaissance. Like every year, summer seems to have taken its gruesome toll on your humble editors’ productivity, although this year, evidently, our indolent slumber began in the late-winter/spring, and has lasted until early autumn. Which is where we now stand, embarrassingly, still empty-handed in regard to any new issues post-January, for the entire year. The fact that this shameful delay of Deep Madder Monthly has been equalled (if not surpassed) by a similarly sclerotic radio faculty (having released a paltry 1 episode for the year thus far) is inexcusable, and we are sorry.
However, there is good news to share. Two factors that have historically limited our productivity – the geographic chasm between our respective living situations, as well as our academic duties – are suddenly coming to an end. Mr C. Hubbarde has just this month finally moved to Toronto, to a home not only in the same city as Mr A. Arvelo McQuaig, but on the same street, only a few houses away. Thus, Deep Madder’s diminutive editorial staff is now geographically united, enabling far more frequent meetings and “productivity nights.” Further, Arvelo McQuaig has now completed his nearly decade-long pursuit of a Bachelor of Arts, and Hubbarde’s Master of Arts should be complete in but a few months. The imminent elimination of these two obstacles, then, will hopefully lubricate our work.
Emerging from this prolonged hibernation, we are now preparing for a gargantuan workload for the following two months in an attempt (attempt) to finish eight issues before our attendance of Canzine, on 24 October. The prospect of attending this event with a paltry number of issues to show for the year will undoubtedly expedite the pace of our work so that we at least have several new issues done by said date.
*Except for an increasingly bizarre number of requests for more Deep Madder Radio episodes, of late

Episode 6 of Deep Madder Radio

The much-awaited, half-forgotten* 6th episode of Deep Madder Radio from 22 May has been dusted off and released to the internet for your pleasure. Tell us what you think, and sorry for the delay.
*as evident in the comments of the previous post

YOURS (by) YOURS



A new musician on Deep Madder Recordings brings nine new songs comprising our fourth musical release. It evokes fluorescent lights rising amidst fog machines in a castle. It is inspired by the 80s and, inexplicably, the weird aesthetic and recollected feelings of dark 90s computer games (like Doom or Hexen). It was composed between July 2009 and July 2010 in the Annex. To get one, please appeal to either Deep Madder editor or leave a comment here.
-yours

“Why are we here? And why is it so terrible?”

-the “philosophical themes” that interest Woody Allen, as described here

Dost mine eyes deceive me?











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They do not! The 2009 anthology of Deep Madder Monthly is finally completed and ready for distribution. Rejoice!

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telling Autofill

I was writing an e-mail just now. I started to type the subject/title with the letter F, at which point the auto-fill function proposed the word “Fuck.” I suppose I've begun one e-mail too many with said subject, not unlike my co-editor (who, coincidentally, noted this recently). This incident demonstrates how common this subject is in e-mails between us.