<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:03:28.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oops, I blogged my toilet</title><subtitle type='html'>oh darn!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107381448493436352</id><published>2004-01-11T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T02:55:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is done. Kablamy. Kaput. Go to the link at the end for my current writings. I guess unlike this blog, which I pretty much only detail the events in my life, this one is an extension of my thoughts. It's actually a bunch of stupid  randomly thought writings, some of which I'd only understand. &lt;a href="http://newslang-.diaryland.com"&gt;It can be found here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107381448493436352?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107381448493436352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107381448493436352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107381448493436352' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107345124108031944</id><published>2004-01-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:55:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh, this blog is getting switched to a different location, another stupid journal-type thing I have been writing in for the last couple of weeks. Will post link in the unlikely event there's actually anybody who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: the decemberists - July, July!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107345124108031944?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107345124108031944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107345124108031944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345124108031944' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107320633306724611</id><published>2004-01-04T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T02:11:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? Since I am so freakin bored, I am going to do a survey. Don't worry though, this is all an elaborate plot to pretend I am Pat Meenagh, as my last few blogs have been the same as his. Identity crisis, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Using band names that you like, spell out your name: &lt;br /&gt;D - Dinosaur Jr.&lt;br /&gt;A - Alice In Chains&lt;br /&gt;N - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;I - Interpol&lt;br /&gt;E - &lt;b&gt;THE EXPECTATIONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Le Tigre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Creedence Clearwater Revival&lt;br /&gt;H - Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;R - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;I - Idlewild&lt;br /&gt;S - Shins, the&lt;br /&gt;T - Television&lt;br /&gt;O - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;P - Pixies, the&lt;br /&gt;H - Hot Water Music&lt;br /&gt;E - Eagles, the&lt;br /&gt;R - Refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;A - A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;P - Pavement&lt;br /&gt;L - Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards&lt;br /&gt;A - Ataris, the&lt;br /&gt;N - No WTO Combo&lt;br /&gt;T - Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;E - Eyes Adrift&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had a song written about you? - I wrote a song to Scott Noble, somebody better than everybody else&lt;br /&gt;3) What song makes you cry? Nirvana - All Apologies or Alice In Chains - Nutshell&lt;br /&gt;4) What song makes you happy? The Shins - Fighting In A Sack or The Beatles - Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you like to listen to before bed? Dredg, the Shins, Nirvana unplugged, Television, Radiohead, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a p p e a r a n c e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 6'1" or 6'2"&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR: Brown&lt;br /&gt;SKIN COLOR: Cracka&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: Brown&lt;br /&gt;PIERCINGS: Nadda&lt;br /&gt;TATTOOS: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r i g h t n o w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Flannel pajamas&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Pretty Girls Make Graves - Chemical, Chemical&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: Pizza breath&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Freezing and our fucking furnace is broke&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU?: Fine thank you, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS?: Sometimes car&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BAD HABIT?: Over-doing surveys&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO DRIVE?: So much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f a v o r i t e s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOW: The Wedge, Family Guy, Boy Meets World, Family Matters,&lt;br /&gt;CONDITIONER: Whatever I am using right now&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: Kurt Cobain: The Journals&lt;br /&gt;MAGAZINE: Bass Player&lt;br /&gt;NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC DRINK: I seldom drink&lt;br /&gt;THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Practice with the band, attend a movie, write music&lt;br /&gt;BAND OR GROUP or SINGER or RAPPER: Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN THE LAW: Many times&lt;br /&gt;RAN AWAY FROM HOME: No&lt;br /&gt;SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: Briefly&lt;br /&gt;EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: Nope&lt;br /&gt;MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: I pranked my LA teacher for 6 months in grade 9, beat that&lt;br /&gt;EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: For 2 summers in a row&lt;br /&gt;USED YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE: No&lt;br /&gt;SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: Actually, no, I am a geek&lt;br /&gt;FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: I doze off now and then&lt;br /&gt;BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: Grade 6 production of Grease: The Musical!!&lt;br /&gt;LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o v e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND: Er, negative&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND: I wish&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALITY: Male, straight, etc&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN: I have two kids, Herb and Melanie&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT CRUSH: Not disclosed&lt;br /&gt;BEEN IN LOVE?: Not true&lt;br /&gt;HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;BEEN HURT?: I got a band-aid for that&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GREATEST REGRET: That I had read the signs properly&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: Actually it was 2 and then we broke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r a n d o m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A JOB: Unemployed&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: The Beatles - Let It Be&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: I'm down with blue&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: My buds, making music, and my cat&lt;br /&gt;WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: Music&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?: Hmm, probably Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation &lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU CONSIDER GOOD FRIENDS?: Those who I can act my usual retarded self around&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME YOU CRIED?: 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: E-mails are real!&lt;br /&gt;THING YOU PURCHASED: Television - Marquee Moon remastered&lt;br /&gt;TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: Vancouver/Calgary hockey game&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: Stuck On You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u r t h o u g h t s o n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION: 100% against&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE SMOKING: Irrelevant to me&lt;br /&gt;SPICE GIRLS: Mmm, Posh spice!&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: Inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Alice In Chains - I Stay Away&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107320633306724611?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107320633306724611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107320633306724611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107320633306724611' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107311913151410280</id><published>2004-01-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T02:36:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just taking a break from some TV, some really crazy stuff on, but the only thing I need to say is, &lt;b&gt;I FOUND MARQUEE MOON BY TELEVISON!!&lt;/b&gt; Yes, finally, I found this album I've been looking for for months! It was 26 bucks, but screw it, it is so worth it! This is the recently remastered version of the album, and I am so happy! I guess bitching to Mr. Meenagh about this earlier today was a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Television - Little Johny Jewel (Parts 1&amp;2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107311913151410280?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107311913151410280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107311913151410280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311913151410280' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107294584520663445</id><published>2004-01-01T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T01:32:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so rock. It's 2004, and not a damn thing is different so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we jammed. Good jam, we did all of our songs for once. Anyways, after that, I came home without any new years plans! That was rather frightening, as this predicament had not happened in a long time! My party friends weren't partying, my friends from shows were no where to be found and my neighbourhood friends were all elsewhere! Hell, even my parents were out at the Tom Cochrane with Red Rider show! But I had a plan going down at home to luckily back me up. So it all started by busting out the laptop and going to Vancouver Canucks radio and listening to their game against Chicago. It all went down very nicely. The second thing was to get out a bowl of golden grahams. Nice. Then the third part was to find the cat and hang out with that cracka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from here, I listened to the game. It turned out to be 3-3 at the end of the third period. Game goes to over time. Then the phone rings. Brian's on the line at Gary's house. They invite me over. I say I will be there soon. I go back to listening to the game, and what happens? Todd Bertuzzi takes a wonderful feed from Markus Naslund and the Nucks win another game. Haha, the day just got bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to Gary's which is always a fucking mess. Then we walk over to video HQ, rent a movie and then get some shit going down. The whole house turns into a fucking war zone, with something going down everywhere. We battled with ironing boards, water cooler jugs, grapes, walnuts and brooms. Anything basically was a useful item. We finally settle down, and then hang out for a bit, watching the festivities on the tele. Anywho, we go back to waring, and everything goes down again. House gets turned upside down with eggs blowing up in the microwave, and stuff being thrown everywhere. There's a bunch of people there doing all this, and it was nuts. Finally the new year's countdown began, and we rang in the new year. Cleaned up, and watched the rented video "Cheerleader Ninjas", some really stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am home and I am pooped, and I just spent the most nerdy new years ever, but I'm glad I had some genuine fun rather than drinking all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Stills - Changes Are No Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107294584520663445?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107294584520663445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107294584520663445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107294584520663445' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107275750709105595</id><published>2003-12-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:13:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the pattern of going to bed at 4am recently has been rather interesting. I guess waking up at 1pm every day is my specialty now, too bad it's only for one more week. Damnit. I really dont know why I stay up that late, usually I just sorta watch tv, but there's nothing good. Sometimes there's a good movie on whatever channel. Then I come back on the computer and read and read and read, so many things on the damned internet to read! I hope I get over this soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going to a movie right now with my friends..not sure which, but I'm going to one at anyrate. I gotta shave and get ready so I'm peacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Pixies - Velouria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107275750709105595?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107275750709105595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107275750709105595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275750709105595' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107267959443743722</id><published>2003-12-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:37:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather than bore you with what I've done the last few days, I'll bore you with a(nother) survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: Negative.&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: Coming back from band practice/Wendy's last night&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Last cry: I'm not disclosing this&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: My library card expired 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: A really good De Niro movie on A&amp;E&lt;br /&gt;Last book read: Kurt Cobain: the Journals&lt;br /&gt;Last cuss word uttered: Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Represent the Sprite&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: oreo&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: I could say...nah&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Phoned Pat yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last tv show watched: That Rob De Niro movie I listed above&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: 3 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: Obviously my high tops&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: &lt;I&gt;Do or Die&lt;/I&gt; by the Dropkick Murphys&lt;br /&gt;Last downloaded: Palomar - Static&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: computer problems&lt;br /&gt;Last disappointment: I dont know&lt;br /&gt;Last soda drank: sprite&lt;br /&gt;Last thing written: Bass line&lt;br /&gt;Last key used: delete&lt;br /&gt;Last word spoken: "Fuck you cracka."&lt;br /&gt;Last sleep: last night&lt;br /&gt;Last im: Had a discussion with Paul P on various employment issues&lt;br /&gt;Last sexual fantasy: Oh boy that's not going to be disclosed here&lt;br /&gt;Last weird encounter: I have a penis?!&lt;br /&gt;Last time amused: Every moment I watch CNN's propaganda&lt;br /&gt;Last time hugged: Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: Tonight, too long of a shower&lt;br /&gt;Last time resentful: Dunno&lt;br /&gt;Last chair sat in: This computer chair&lt;br /&gt;Last lipstick used: Negatory, but right now I am listening to "Lipstick" by Dressy Bessy, what a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;Last underwear worn: Another great pair of boxers, actually they're kind of tight&lt;br /&gt;Last bra worn: Ya, cause I wear bras and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Last time dancing: I danced at practice yesterday, fuck our band is funky&lt;br /&gt;Last poster looked at: Pat's Sex in the City poster&lt;br /&gt;Last show attended: Nikola Tesla, Endthisweekwithknives and Choliac in November and I also saw the Dropkick Murphys on halloween&lt;br /&gt;Last webpage visited: Pat's blog where i jacked this survey from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 001. name : Dan Christopher LaPlante&lt;br /&gt;+ 002. nicknames : Palante, the Plant, Jimmy Jazz, Luigi&lt;br /&gt;+ 003. sex : Male&lt;br /&gt;+ 004. birthday : August the 19th&lt;br /&gt;+ 005. age : 16&lt;br /&gt;+ 006. star sign : Leo&lt;br /&gt;+ 007. place of birth : Calgary&lt;br /&gt;+ 008. current residence : Calgary&lt;br /&gt;+ 009. hair color : Brown&lt;br /&gt;+ 010. eye color : Brown&lt;br /&gt;+ 011. height : 6'1" last time I checked&lt;br /&gt;+ 012. writing hand : Right handed&lt;br /&gt;+ 013. do you bite your nails : I bite my lips&lt;br /&gt;+ 014. can you roll your tongue : Correct&lt;br /&gt;+ 016. can you raise one eyebrow at a time : Ya, but one looks weird, i forget which&lt;br /&gt;+ 017. can you blow smoke rings : I dont try&lt;br /&gt;+ 018. can you blow spit bubbles : What the hell??????&lt;br /&gt;+ 019. can you cross your eyes : Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 020. colored hair : Mine has natural highlights which i hate!&lt;br /&gt;+ 021. tattoos and where : I'll get a soviet sickle &amp; hammer one day&lt;br /&gt;+ 022. piercings and where : I'll probably get my ears done in the future&lt;br /&gt;+ 023. do you make your bed daily : Never&lt;br /&gt;+ 024. I work hard for the money, so you better treat me right&lt;br /&gt;+ 025. which shoe goes on first : Right&lt;br /&gt;+ 036. speaking of shoes, have you thrown one at someone : Elementary school shoe fights, represent&lt;br /&gt;+ 037. how much money is usually in your wallet: 50, the rest is elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;+ 038. what jewelry do you wear 24/7 : I wear a watch sometimes&lt;br /&gt;+ 039. whats sexiest on a guy : short shorts&lt;br /&gt;+ 040. whats sexiest on a girl : Many things&lt;br /&gt;+ 041. would you rather be on time and look ok or late and look great : How about never and look like hell?&lt;br /&gt;+ 042. do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it : Twirl. All Italians do.&lt;br /&gt;+ 043. how many cereals are in your cabinet : About 6 or so&lt;br /&gt;+ 044. what utensils do you use eating pizza : Spoons and spatulas&lt;br /&gt;+ 045. do you cook : Actually, im not too bad&lt;br /&gt;+ 046. how often do you brush your teeth : twice a day&lt;br /&gt;+ 047. how often do you shower/bathe : I dont do this action&lt;br /&gt;+ 048. how long do these showers last : Way way too long.&lt;br /&gt;+ 049. hair drying method : Towel, then air dry. Fall asleep, and it's nice and shaggy in the morning&lt;br /&gt;+ 050. do you paint your nails : Every week&lt;br /&gt;+ 051. do you swear : Fuckin eh!&lt;br /&gt;+ 052. do you mumble to yourself : I talk to myself because I have no friends&lt;br /&gt;+ 053. do you spit in public : MUTINY!&lt;br /&gt;+ 054. do you pee in the shower : Golden showers own the street&lt;br /&gt;+ 055. in the cd player : Beatles - White Album 1&lt;br /&gt;+ 056. person you talk most on the phone with: I use the phone for plans and that's that&lt;br /&gt;+ 057. what color is your bedroom : White with a weird tinge&lt;br /&gt;+ 058. do you use an alarm clock : Ya&lt;br /&gt;+ 059. name one thing or person you're obsessed with: Music is life&lt;br /&gt;+ 060. have you ever skinny dipped with the opposite sex : every day&lt;br /&gt;+ 061. ever sunbathed in the nude: Just my ass&lt;br /&gt;+ 062: Window seat or isle: Driver's&lt;br /&gt;+ 063. whats your sleeping position : floating&lt;br /&gt;+ 064. what kind of bed do you like : preferably comfy&lt;br /&gt;+ 065. in hot weather do you use a blanket : A light sheet&lt;br /&gt;+ 066. do you snore : nope&lt;br /&gt;+ 067. do you sleepwalk : I hope not&lt;br /&gt;+ 068 do you talk in your sleep : Nightmares cause this&lt;br /&gt;+ 070. how about the light on : nah&lt;br /&gt;+ 071. do you fall asleep with the tv or radio on : The best was in the Vancouver motel room, falling asleep to the Shins at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;+ 073. were kissed or kissed someone : Not lately&lt;br /&gt;+ 074. watched bambi : Not since I was a wee boy&lt;br /&gt;+ 075. cried : undisclosed&lt;br /&gt;+ 076. talked on the phone : Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;+ 077. read a book : Today&lt;br /&gt;+ 078. punched someone : I dont keep a record&lt;br /&gt;+ 079. where do you see yourself ten years from now: A 26 year old musician in some corporate-whore sellout rock band&lt;br /&gt;+ 080. who are you gonna be married to and where : If i had my way...&lt;br /&gt;+ 081. how many kids do you want to have : 2&lt;br /&gt;+ 082. your profession: Sellout bass player&lt;br /&gt;+ 083. future college: Clown&lt;br /&gt;+ 084. who is your best friend: I dont have a "best" friend&lt;br /&gt;+ 085. what friend do you hang out with the most: Lately it's been my band&lt;br /&gt;+ 086. what friend makes you smile the most : Jordan Meadows&lt;br /&gt;+ 087. friend that you fight with the most: Pat Meenagh&lt;br /&gt;+ 088. one you talk to the most online: Britney B, Mike, Kevin A&lt;br /&gt;+ 089. friend that you miss the most : Mr. Dressup&lt;br /&gt;+ 096. pop music : Whatever is popular is considered "pop", and right now a lot of really bad corporate-rap is pop, so it sucks&lt;br /&gt;+ 097. rock music : indie rock is my drug of choice&lt;br /&gt;+ 098. punk music : Yes, but I can't stand a lot of the people in Calgary's punk scene&lt;br /&gt;+ 099. rap music : So much good underground stuff that's ignored&lt;br /&gt;+ 100. hip-Hop/R/B : Like Pat said, where's the Soul?&lt;br /&gt;+ 101. country : Traditional country, but none of that popular stuff right now. It's so fucking intolerable. "Beer for my Horses", wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;+ 102. jazz : Jazz is some of the most brilliant music ever&lt;br /&gt;+ 103. classical : I'm down&lt;br /&gt;+ 104. new age: Like new-wave? I'm down with the new-wave if so&lt;br /&gt;+ 105. what is one band/singer you absolutely love that no one else does or seems to have heard about: Palomar, Broken Social Scene, Mando Diao&lt;br /&gt;+ 106. you have a boy/girlfriend : How I wish&lt;br /&gt;+ 107. do they have a name : Not disclosable&lt;br /&gt;+ 108. would you call it love : we'll see&lt;br /&gt;+ 109. ever felt like that before : not truely&lt;br /&gt;+ 110. how long has it been : too long&lt;br /&gt;+ 111. ever had a longer relationship : Nope&lt;br /&gt;+ 112. how long : n/a&lt;br /&gt;+ 113. do you think this relationship will last that long : Quit asking&lt;br /&gt;[Spell your name backwards]&lt;br /&gt;etnalpal rehpotsirhc leidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Are you a lesbian?]&lt;br /&gt;I prefer being called a male-dyke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1 sentence that sums you up]&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Occupation]&lt;br /&gt;Musician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wallet] &lt;br /&gt;What about my wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hairbrush]&lt;br /&gt;I use a comb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Toothbrush]&lt;br /&gt;It cleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jewelry worn daily]&lt;br /&gt;Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pillowcover]&lt;br /&gt;Lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Blanket]&lt;br /&gt;Really warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Underwear]&lt;br /&gt;Boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Handbag] &lt;br /&gt;Back pack or guitar case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last Period]&lt;br /&gt;I had CALM last period, ohh so witty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite trousers]&lt;br /&gt;My black jeans kick ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What are you wearing right now]&lt;br /&gt;Flannel pants (beat that, Pat), sweater, some lame shirt and my glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hair]&lt;br /&gt;Is pushed back for now, still messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Makeup]&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wishing]&lt;br /&gt;To see her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you believe in love]&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in life after love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Velvet Underground - Sad Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107267959443743722?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107267959443743722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107267959443743722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107267959443743722' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107246722912236212</id><published>2003-12-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:35:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty fun. Went to my grandparents place to feast on some wonderful food. Afterwards, my pops and I had to move a desk up the stairs for my aunt, and at the bottom of the stairs was a tight hallway to get it through. So we dropped the desk just a little bit, and it fell and the entire piece of crap imploded before our very eyes. Anyhow, one thing led to another and my dad and I started to laugh at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the typical Big Dinner Political Discussion went down. This time it was about Jean Chretien, actually it usually gets back to this. My dad and gramps were in a fierce battle, listing one thing to the next about each other's opinions. So it ended up in my grandpa saying the Al Qaeda terrorists were all black people, and he called my dad a communist, "Go back to Russia with your thinking like that!!" So I just sat there laughing and it was a rather funny ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band's practicing today, and then I'm off to the Vancouver/Calgary hockey game at the big old Saddledome. I haven't been to an NHL game since 95, against the same team, the Canucks. I sure do hope Vancouver wins also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music: The Pogues - Tuesday Morning and - Thousands Are Sailing&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107246722912236212?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107246722912236212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107246722912236212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107246722912236212' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107238119235110114</id><published>2003-12-25T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T12:41:57.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right-o. Merry Christmas to blogland! This has been a fantastic day thus far and I hope tonight it's gonna get even better. So I got some fantastic things, let's recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hardshell case for my bass (I've dropped it one too many times in the soft case)&lt;br /&gt;- Vancouver Canucks jersey (and a mini jersey of them also)&lt;br /&gt;- Cash&lt;br /&gt;- Black Sabbath double disc set from my good brother Jamie&lt;br /&gt;- Peanuts comic strip book, this thing is gigantic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Some real nifty cards&lt;br /&gt;- Various rad items in the stocking&lt;br /&gt;- Plus the cds from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these aren't just the important things for me on Christmas. I know it's usual to say this, but I am really thankful for being here and getting to celebrate another Christmas with my family. Being healthy and free of health problems, and not having to worry about the rest of the family is something I really do appreciate, I sincerely do. My family and friends are very important to me, and I am just so happy to be able to live a life with all of them. There's my emo entry, I'm peacin for Christmas dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: John Lennon - Happy Xmas (War is Over)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107238119235110114?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107238119235110114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107238119235110114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238119235110114' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107233164817595285</id><published>2003-12-24T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:55:30.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rad. I drove down with my pops in his huge mother of a truck to Long &amp; Mcquade. There, I ordered a new pickguard for ze bass, and had them make a repair on the guitar itself. Apparently, I can't wind a string properly, but that's no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to A&amp;B sound and purchased the following discs:&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - The White Album&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - Revolver&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - Magical Mystery Tour&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Youth - Goo&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Youth - Washing Machine&lt;br /&gt;Sonic Youth - Sister&lt;br /&gt;Spoon - Girls Can Tell&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse - The Lonesome Crowded West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still cannot find Marquee Moon by Television anywhere! Oh well, not a problem! Some good pickups regardless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists - The High Party&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107233164817595285?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107233164817595285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107233164817595285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233164817595285' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107224943464611790</id><published>2003-12-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:05:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Besides those surveys you should take, there's really not much of an update other than this. Jammed today, was much fun and it was a good practice by all means. Tonight I had a 2 hour conversation with Scott Noble, by far the best convo I've had this month with anybody. During then and since then I've had the Smashing Pumpkins going (Siamese Dream and Adore on tap). I'm gonna go hang out and try to pretend I am tired, and fall asleep at 4. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Luna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107224943464611790?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107224943464611790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107224943464611790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224943464611790' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107224278400168299</id><published>2003-12-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T22:14:26.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUIZ TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/louiequiz" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/louiequiz/louie.jpg" width="300" height="100" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click here to take the quiz!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/johnstamos"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wpi.edu/~psyci/johnstamos/amstamos.jpg" width="300" height="100" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find Out If You Are John Stamos!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Geek U.S.A.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107224278400168299?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107224278400168299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107224278400168299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224278400168299' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107215607144511606</id><published>2003-12-22T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:09:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rock. Yesterday, I went toboganing with Mike and Nesbitt and Brian Harris. It was lots of fun, as we went to Fish Creek first and then near the Woodbine Husky hill. Then later that night, we went to Brian's and made a pizza! After this, we went down to good old Roger's video and rented Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow. It was the strangest movie I have seen in years. The entire thing did not make the least bit of sense, as it was just a bunch of random things thrown together. I did laugh, mainly because I was so confused! I couldn't even tell if it was based in Soviet Russia or the newer Russia, because sometimes they had the old flag and sometimes the new one! Insanity defined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I ventured to the mall with my momma. Not fun at all, on this day. It had to be the most frustrating day at the mall ever. Nobody knows how to fucking walk! They either just stop in your path, or they walk slower then hell, or block the entire pathway by standing there. And I do bitch a lot, but this was justified because it happened every where we went. This, combined with the fact both HMV and Musicworld didn't have the cd i wanted (Television's Marquee Moon), equaled Dan in extreme anger mode. Finally, after leaving that shithole, three people cut us off in the Jeep, and some dumbass teens decide to walk out in front of me, almost making me hit them. The only thing I got out of the whole ordeal was a new shaving razor. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice little haircut today also. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Thrills - Deckchairs and Cigarettes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107215607144511606?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107215607144511606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107215607144511606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215607144511606' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107207247116398610</id><published>2003-12-21T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T22:55:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am selling out to the capitalist machine and taking a survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: &lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Daniel LaPlante&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Calgary, AB&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Calgary &lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 6'1" &lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: &lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: mainly Italian with a dash of Irish, French and German&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: My black high tops. Gets me through anything&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: Tall anything, like rollercoasters and buildings&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you would like to achieve: Go corporate and sell-out, and make millions of dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: &lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: (today)"Fucking cat running around upstairs!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: I'm pretty down with my eyes &lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: 10:30 or 11 &lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: The jam we did with Scott Noble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: &lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi represent&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: neither&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: Converse&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton brisk lemonade! &lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Rock the cappu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: &lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: Negative.&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: Fuck you cracka&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: Yeah, I think I'm Paul fucking McCartney (see, i do cuss)&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush: Somewhat&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: Puppy love junior high crap&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: Sometimes yes, sometimes. I want to play music all day long. Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;-- Like(d) high school: I've met a lot of awesome people, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: Very much&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: Nadda&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: Nothing special&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: I do go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): Mostly&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Rain is the bliss of the world&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: Bass guitar, and a little bit of "the other" guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month... &lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: My social situation sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Aten several fattening foods such as these &lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: Darn&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: I wish&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: Well, I'm going to the Canucks/Flames game on Boxing Day&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: I made pizza today&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: Nope &lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: Flamingo Pink&lt;br /&gt;-- Stole anything: This computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: &lt;br /&gt;Ever... &lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Nope, I am a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": Yeah, I was plucking my eyelashes and..&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: Number one slutmachine! Owned!&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: &lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; do the beating around here!&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: Of course&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: Yeah, fuck indie, I'm going corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: &lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: Late 20's&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: Herby&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: Heroin overdose&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college: Clown College&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to do when you grow up: Make a significant musical contribution, protest against unjust political actions&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: Italy, and if possible restore the USSR and never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: &lt;br /&gt;In a guy/girl.. &lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? brown or dark red&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: Uh, no baldies&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: A girl with a Fugazi shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: &lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: There is a few&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: 104, holy hell I need money. &lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: Eventually&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Once&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: One on my chin, one here, and one on my knee&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I regret not taking the iniative with certain people friendship and relationship wise&lt;br /&gt;-- Who will send this back first: Nobody will, because nobody reads this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Fugazi - Smallpox Champion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107207247116398610?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107207247116398610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107207247116398610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207247116398610' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107198878978773078</id><published>2003-12-20T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T23:41:07.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im on my dad's laptop for the first time and it is rather interessting. my spelling is so bad because i am not used to the keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jammed today and I fucked it up really badly. I guess after the last month of us not getting anything done and no work being accomplished, I went off on both Pats. All because we screwed one of our songs up, i got mad and bitched at them. It was the wrong thing to do, and both Mcghee and I were quite enraged as we went through the rest of the songs. At any rate, we made up and i hope he's still not pissed. I also hope they know I meant that more as a wakeup call than what it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Clash - Red Angel Dragnet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107198878978773078?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107198878978773078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107198878978773078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198878978773078' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107195238088195795</id><published>2003-12-20T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:34:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I added some links on the right of this blog, did a few more template chages, added a picture to the left which wonders why anybody ever clicked on the link to this blog. And that last entry I wrote I don't even remember writing. Nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this ain't no holiday...but it always turns out this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: the Pixies - The Holiday Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107195238088195795?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107195238088195795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107195238088195795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195238088195795' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107190713434615897</id><published>2003-12-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:00:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I love Le Tigre, and so many other girl bands like Sleater-Kinney and Dressy Bessy. But what about Bikini Kill, the Pixies on songs where Kim Deal (hot hot) or Sonic Youth songs where Kim Gordon woos me wiht her voice. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are fun to, some say they're overrated but I think that some nice sounds come from them. Some other nicer sounds are The Sounds, which make me pull my dancing shoes out and go nuts. Maybe one day I'm going to be in an insane indie-pop band such as a few of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le Tigre - My My Metrocard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107190713434615897?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107190713434615897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107190713434615897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107190713434615897' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107188900454085784</id><published>2003-12-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:53:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya so today was the last day of school for a good time. I am quite quite pleased. To celebrate I went to Long &amp; McQuade with Chris and Pat to fuck around for two hours. It was rather fun. I got to play a couple of nice basses there. Jammed in the acoustic room with those two, and there we saw Brady and his crew and we jammed with him. I played an upright bass for the first time which was quite interesting to say the least. After all this, went and played on a 1951 Fender P-bass, that I may one day purchase. Dave Parks was there, and I saw other various people from school. Apparently L&amp;M was the place to be. Anyways, came home, went back out to Rogers to get a game, got some Chinese food, watched the Flames game, and came on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, pleased to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Radiohead - Knives Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107188900454085784?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107188900454085784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107188900454085784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107188900454085784' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107181311387471388</id><published>2003-12-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:57:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the week is finally over. Well, tomorrow is a day but it's a half day which really isn't a legitamate day. Anyways, got ye old yearbook yesterday. The short hair deal that I had I am just not down with. See, the problem is, my hair was in an afro-like stage one day prior to that photo. I'd rather be known for a fro than a stupid short-do. Maybe that's why I wasn't smiling in the photo??? At any rate, I am much pleased with my current shag hairstyle, which is certainly a good change from the long girly hair from earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these holidays look very boring for me. Usually I have a bunch planned with my associates already, but I guess that's not the case this time. Tomorrow, for instance, I am not going to be doing anything as the band's probably not practicing, nobody else is around as they are all christmasing it up. Over the break I'll be doing some partying but other than that, things are pretty drab! So that leaves me to decide that I do infact need a girlfriend. The single life just isn't cutting it for me anymore, but next semester I have a prospect in one of my classes that could work. I've done some clever sleuthing and determined this. Working behind the scenes, doing these little info-heists has been very affective thus far! Anyways, this all isn't a priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed ye olde bass strings tonight. They're sounding okay, but i really need to get a Fender set, because those are the kind I prefer. The inotation on the truss rod is a little weird but thats only when I play the open a string really hard, so things should be right nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Velvet Underground - Ocean, Nirvana - Dumb(live 23-2-94), Social Distortion - So Far Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107181311387471388?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107181311387471388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107181311387471388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181311387471388' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107163982608217897</id><published>2003-12-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:44:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. Today was the jam and it wasn't bad. I guess it went well, except my fucking e string snapped on me after one song we jammed on. I really do hate when that happens, but I just persevered and I played pretty good, pretty good for a 3 stringed bass player. We worked on a jam song today I entitled "Marquee Sun", because it is my ripoff of "Marquee Moon" by Television. Anyhow, we got a song that is easy to play and sounds good down now. Thank god we've been writing a little more, such as this, and not just randomly doing things all practice long like eventually wandering over to True Crime (okay we did that anyhow today after this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so distracted lately it's not funny. I want this week to be over with because i &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; a break from school. I need a rest from math homework every night, 2 math tests a week, chemistry every other night, and whatever other bullshit I have. I am gonna savour those days right nice. I've shut down for school for the end of the week already it seems, as I haven't been paying attention to anything. Christ, I need to wake up but 16 days off will do well for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;!!!!!&lt;/i&gt; I need to get my dancing shoes on!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tunes: Sugarhill Gang - Apache&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107163982608217897?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107163982608217897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107163982608217897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163982608217897' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107130754147785608</id><published>2003-12-13T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T02:29:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was half rad/half bad. Again, I got another shitty math mark, but it was cancelled out by a fun night of awesomeness! So the band finally practiced today. I fucking loved it, and for the most part we were on top form today. A couple of really sweet jams were going down there. Anyways, after this my mom and I went to the mall. Picked up a pair of swimming trunks for tomorrow night's shin-dig at Lindsay Park, as my other ones were too small for me. Went and picked up a couple of fantastic cds by The Shins, "Oh, Inverted World" and "Chutes Too Narrow". Two of the best albums I've ever heard, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get supper, and then meet Patti Meenagh at the top. See, there was another jam going down, this time with my Alice In Chains' side project entitled "Junkhead", basically a cover band. So we drove down while listening to a rather fine mix-disc Pat had. Get to the place where automatically we hear the sounds of Grunge as the singing, the downtuned guitars, feedback and loud drums made everything go wild. We played "Would?", "Them Bones", "Nutshell" and I don't remember what else we did because im really tired right now. Anyways, I thought it was pretty sweet, but all the weird tunings they use are annoying to go back and forth from. No problem however. Reliving some 90's nostalgia rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride back, we overtook some skinheads car, made a wrong turn and ended up going past the "spooky" reserve all the way to woodbine. I'm back and just hanging out right now. I think I am just gonna hang out tomorrow, instead of going to Oregon Trail practice with Joey and Greg. I know I'm not gonna feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music to sleep to: The Shins - Those To Come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107130754147785608?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107130754147785608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107130754147785608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130754147785608' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107110458341795100</id><published>2003-12-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:04:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty well, I guess I'm really looking forward to Christmas break. Usually I don't get excited for any holidays anymore, and they just sorta seem to come and go I guess. But this time, I am so friggin tired of school that I am going to be so greatful to leave that shithole for 16 entire days. My marks have remained consistent, but that doesn't really matter because I need some quality rest, and this time off shall guarantee that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the band's not jammed in 2 weeks now. I'm really fucking mad that the others can't seem to make time out of their "busy" schedules to do this, but whatever, it's their loss. Maybe there's a chance of on this weekend a practice. Yes, an entire practice!! Who would have thought that? I doubt one will happen. Then they'll conveniently be busy all of break. But I don't mind, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to my favourite album as a kid, "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness" by the Smashing Pumpkins. I just cannot believe I don't listen to this one more often, because it's really a beautiful cd. There are moments when it is so fucking heavy and distorted and then the next second a wonderful light song is on. Some say they can't stand Billy Corgan's voice, but I challenge anybody who says that to deny his writing skills. Every Pumpkins album I own are really great listens, but this one is just a 2-cd package of brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm switching from Blogger to something else soon, as I'm really not down with how my template errors keep popping up. That's why there is a big fat red x to the side of this box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Smashing Pumpkins - Galapogos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107110458341795100?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107110458341795100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107110458341795100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110458341795100' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107085887840882575</id><published>2003-12-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:51:18.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right-o, so today was the jam, after a rather uneventful weekend. I didn't do anything Friday or Saturday, as I missed a call to go to a movie. Anyways, I drove down to Joey's which was suprisingly easy to find, and got my gear out, and tuned. So Joey and I busted out a swing song, and that was a rad little warm up. Greg came over, and then we got ready. Things between all were kind of tense for the first bit of the practice, as it was a first practice, and all those bite seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jammed on a bunch of different songs, "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath, "Would?" by Alice In Chains, "Nutshell" by Alice In Chains, "Purple Haze" by Hendrix, "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica, "Come As You Are" by Nirvana, "Power Rangers Theme", "Money" by Pink Floyd, "Day Tripper" by the Beatles, "Evil Woman" by Black Sabbath, "1979" by the Smashing Pumpkins. He has a mic set up, and Joey sang on "Purple Haze", Phil Collins style, rather good too. I sang on "Evil Woman" but I forgot the rhythm to the words, but it was ok I guess. Most of the songs were incomplete, as timings weren't exact, but they were pretty fun regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun today, jamming out some songs with these guys. They're really fucking good at their instruments too, so I do believe our project will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Broken Social Scene - Looks Just Like the Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107085887840882575?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107085887840882575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107085887840882575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085887840882575' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107068234551611105</id><published>2003-12-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:46:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bored right now. Nobody is around to do anything tonight, so I'm stuck here playing True Crimes on the good old Playstation. I guess my lack of doing anything is positive, because I'm going to save some time to write some instrumental parts tonight. I am determined to get a full instrumental done by tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to change this blog skin in an hour or so, fuck it's so bad! I gotta play around with it, but more on that later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, props for your mention of my "PR" ethic from a few entries previously. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Sleater-Kinney - Youth Decay&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107068234551611105?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107068234551611105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107068234551611105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068234551611105' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107034255971465154</id><published>2003-12-01T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:23:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, well to start the week off on a positive note, I am now involved in a new musical venture with Greg Newman and Joey Mooney. It shall be quite interesting, as I know they are both rad musicians and I have become mutual associates of them, at the big place of business (jail). This endeavor into the unknown will be quite different from the current band I am in, but I am looking for it to be quite fun! Don't worry Pat, I'm not leaving the Expectations or whatever we're called. But now we have some good competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so my math marks back up to goodo, as I fucked up on my midterm pretty bad, but the last unit I put the owned down on and I guess it's somewhere back to where it was before. This has me breathing a big sigh of relief, as I am currently not enjoying it. My average is a steady 77 as it stands, I'm thinking. To hell with numbers and triangles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to the dance tomorrow. I never go to dances, and I have no reason to go to this one. Although I should have asked that redhaired chick in the hallway to go, god she's pretty!!! I had some of my compadres ask me to go, "the singles" haha but I've opted to practice with the band, slightly more meaningful, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Slint - License To Confuse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107034255971465154?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107034255971465154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107034255971465154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034255971465154' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-107009263568598594</id><published>2003-11-29T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T00:58:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I didn't end up going to the show tonight. My momma has a policy of me having a sufficient mode of transport other than transit to wherever I am going. Anyhow, the scheduling with my friends was really bad, so I didn't go, and I am really fucking pissed about missing it. Oh well, The Organ didn't play anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much else to do, we went to the carwash and cleaned off the Jeep. I wish they had "Car Wash" by Rolls Royce playing in the back ground there, because it's such a motivational song to play whilst doing the work. However, once that was done we ventured to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;After getting some mighty good eats, my mom picked up The Beatles' "1" album, and then I went to look for a Vancouver Canucks hockey jersey. So the guy at Jersey City said they didn't have any there, and called every single store in western Canada (throughout Alberta, Saskatchewan, and BC) to see if anybody else had the jersey, and to no avail! I wasn't too happy! Then I went to get a pair of shoes, because they were 50% off (converse onestars (what is with me and wearing converse shoes?????)). And again, they didn't have them in my size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What luck? Well I decided to go for a cure for what ailed me by giving Pat a visit at his cd store. So while I was there, I mingled for 10 minutes while I browsed through cds upon cds. I decided to use the gift certificate he had given me on a couple of used cds, "Jar Of Flies" by Alice In Chains and "Automatic For the People" by R.E.M. Two very respectable pickups, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was listening to the coolest motherfucker on earth, Tom Petty, but I put it back to the song which was my first music entry on this blogger!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Alice In Chains - Rotten Apple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-107009263568598594?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107009263568598594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/107009263568598594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107009263568598594' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106989905055183294</id><published>2003-11-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T19:11:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rad. It didn't really seem like a full day, and everything just whizzed by like crazy. I didn't take in most of what I heard today, and I was off in LaLaland most of the time. I guess I was really tired, and not feeling like doing anything. Strange how that happens, but I sometimes have these completely sub-concious days where I can't remember much about it (I pay attention to details most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so besides this, hopefully I'll absorb the show on Friday, down at Carpenter's Hall. The Organ (&lt;b&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;), Fuck Me USA, Joule, The Wolfnote, Avenue Stuart and the Corta Vita are playing. I am much excited to see The Organ, so that should be very exciting. I'm going with my local show crew, so that's gonna be the bomb diggity do. Tootle loo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Guided By Voices - Hold On Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106989905055183294?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106989905055183294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106989905055183294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989905055183294' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106981352808594967</id><published>2003-11-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:35:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been rather interested in the sitar. Though I often joke about being a sitarist, I'd actually love to learn it one day. Some of the coolest music that I listen to are influenced by middle-eastern styled instruments. George Harrison from the Beatles played a mean sitar back in his day, adding a lot to his songs. And that's another thing, though John and Paul wrote some of our generation's best songs period, George was often overlooked. Unfair, I say, as he had many gems (case in point: "For You Blue", "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", "Taxman", etc) which are lost among the Lennon and McCartney songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I think I've been writing many entries Beatles-related. I guess I've fallen in love with a band I should have a really long time ago. Sure, listening to 1 now and then was what I used to do, and while that's fine and dandy, I cannot believe I'm experiencing many of these incredible songs in larger doses now (okay I guess I've listened to most of my parents Beatles albums). I bought Let It Be...Naked yesterday, and that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday, and my oh my, apparently my white blood cell count isn't as much as it's supposed to be. Now my bone marrow production is going to be affected by this, not really bad, but apparently enough for the doc to tell me so. I also did a blood test yesterday after this news (the aforementioned results were from one in June), so hopefully nothing's up! GEE MAYBE I SHOULD LISTEN TO TEH CD WHITE BLOOD CELLS BY THE WHITE STRIPES&lt;B&gt;!!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tunes: The Beatles - Tomorrow Never Knows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106981352808594967?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106981352808594967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106981352808594967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981352808594967' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106973557767984323</id><published>2003-11-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:47:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, we had a jam today. Wasn't bad, but really nothing came of it, other than our beginning to cover "House Of the Rising Sun" by the Animals. Download that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jam yesterday was the biggest pile of shit ever. I'm not going to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: the Buzz - Of My Computer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106973557767984323?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106973557767984323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106973557767984323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973557767984323' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106970174810128203</id><published>2003-11-24T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T12:23:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/bandgeek.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/groupie.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/bandquiz.html"&gt;What kind of band geek are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am just waking up right now. It's been slow and boring so far but I decided to take that quiz from Pat's blog, and I'm a groupie! Nice. By the way Pat, if we're still jamming tonight, go ahead and give me a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Coldplay - Amsterdam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106970174810128203?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106970174810128203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106970174810128203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106970174810128203' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106948420734143467</id><published>2003-11-21T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T23:57:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, well then update time it is. So Wednesday I wore my more-recently acquired glasses to school. They're thick dark, and so automatically there were several assumptions/comments made. Let's review them:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;B&gt;Emo Dan&lt;/B&gt;: Apparently, I'm an emo kid now who cries every night about relationships with girls and writes a song about it. Yup, that's me alright. But not really, the only emo band I really listen to is Sunny Day Real Estate (okay, and The Get Up Kids and Jimmy Eat World too). Matt Gates and Owen automatically called me this.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Dan Carey&lt;/b&gt;: So, I'm Drew Carey's cousin now too, eh. I guess I'm a thinner, slightly taller version of Drew. But that's no matter, because I think Cleveland rocks too! OHIO! Jonny Carston dubbed me this.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Dan Cuomo from Weezer&lt;/b&gt;: Okay so maybe a little bit of an emoer band I suppose, but the Blue Album is a masterpiece. The newer haircut combined with the glasses adds to this. Billy bestowed this upon me.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Hey look! Dan's in Sloan!&lt;/b&gt;: I don't mind this one either. I wish I had a pair of glasses Sloan's bassist, Chris has right now.&lt;br /&gt;So all and all an eventful day from a simple wearing of glasses. I got a startling amount of comments about them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty bad. I was going to see Hot Hot Heat with Catherine and crew, but that was to no avail, as Ticketmaster sold out about 10 minutes before my damned phone call. So i got jewed out of seeing a really good band I fell in love with during the summer. Another time; they're Canadian, they'll be back. I was going to go see Pat at his CD store, and buy something there, and I was also going to buy a Playstation controller. I didn't do these either, however. I was in such a lazy state and it was too cold to leave the house. Plus, I'd have to of taken the bus there, which was no deal on that one. One day I shall make the trek to that store, but not for tonight. I might go see Nikola Tesla tomorrow night, I'm still debating between it and the hockey game at Kevin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song is a really fun long jam and I love it like crazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Television - Marquee Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106948420734143467?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106948420734143467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106948420734143467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106948420734143467' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106928990340769133</id><published>2003-11-19T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:58:59.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A small note of worthy information: As poor as the name "Let It Be...Naked" is, it's really darn awesome. The sound quality is incredible and it's just awesome to hear those old songs revived in a new form. They sound perfect, and I think they really did a great job of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Beatles - Don't Let Me Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106928990340769133?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106928990340769133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106928990340769133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928990340769133' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106903994448813837</id><published>2003-11-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:32:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was on my usual blog-readings tonight, I read what Pat said about the Grandin White Supremacy deal. Well, I brought in a picture of the Black Panthers marching and the caption on the picture said &lt;b&gt;"FUCK YOU CRACKA!"&lt;/b&gt; I showed it to Troy (who is Brown and of Sri-Lankan descent), and automatically he loved it. Mike Gartner and Kolamole, two black guys saw it and they latched on to it also. So then Troy goes against his deal and makes a picture of a Middle Eastern dude and it reads "Guns don't kill people. Brown people with guns do." So then he starts drawing Swastikas all over the board in Chem. There's a song by a racist band called Skrewdriver and the song is named "White Power" and says stuff about white power for Britain and such. Owen had it on his minidisc player and showed Troy and automatically Troy starts yelling out "White Power!" and raising his fist in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hate didn't stop here though. K asks me to start producing some photos for him, of black power. So I make him one of the Black Panthers with their fists in the air and the caption reads &lt;b&gt;"Black Power!"&lt;/b&gt; Another one says "Damn crackas!" So he enjoys these and always discusses with me the opression of the black man by the non-coloured folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday as I am going to Mark's car after school, we go to the upstairs parking lot, and I hear all these people yelling "White Power!" I see that good old Mike Gartner is spearheading the plan, along with the DRB folk. They're spinning around in their cars yelling all of this out and I'm thinking to myself "What the fuck". This whole deal is really getting out of control. Instead of saying hello to me in gym, Mike yells out "Fuck you cracka!" Then the next minute he chants in favour of whites.....(?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what the hell is going on anymore, I just hope it stops haha or somebody isn't going to take all of this very kindly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Ramones - My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106903994448813837?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106903994448813837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106903994448813837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903994448813837' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106897055929946128</id><published>2003-11-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T01:16:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's Daniel on another Saturday night putting some words in another online journal. A journal which is just part of a big chain of millions of these things, everywhere. Does this one really matter anymore than the next? No way. The dribble I put in here every single time is really quite irrelevant to anything of importance, really. I'm so predictable. All of my blogs are either: discussing my band's practices, something relating to music, or a weird political rant which are often completely opinionated. Perhaps I should open up to this blog more often, but I doubt anybody really reads this on a regular basis, other than maybe Pat but he's just in it for the song section I put at the end of my posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anybody checks the link systems on each other's blogs. Mine's really quite out of shape, for one thing. There's a ton of people I haven't linked, but maybe I'll just take them out because of my complete lack of caring to update my template. This template sucks. The content on this blog is really poor too, as mentioned before. To those who have me linked and such, I apologize in advance for no linkings from me. When I change the template, maybe I'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ultimately like to hope that there's some people who view this sometimes. I know Pat has a bunch of his associates who read his site and participate in these deals of their own. I randomly read everybody on his links part. I guess if somebody wants to read, so be it. I usually write these entries for myself, as selfish as it may sound. What a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut today and saw Master &amp; Commander at Chinook. Such an exciting life I lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Strokes - I Can't Win&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106897055929946128?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106897055929946128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106897055929946128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897055929946128' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106869021684069883</id><published>2003-11-12T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:24:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really hoping today would be a good day, and my excited path from last night would continue. Alas, this was to no avail, as I had an absolutely terrible day at school. Shitty chemistry test mark, even worse math test mark, lost a good game of soccer. Tonight, I go to play my bass, and the fucking volume knob falls off, and thus I total the fucking thing, as I needed to vent my rage. Then my pizza which I have heated up for almost 45 minutes is cold as a bitch. Yippie. Now I have wonderful math review to do! I'm just one of the many people who have a day where all of the bad luck seems to happen on that one day. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - The Annoited One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106869021684069883?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106869021684069883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106869021684069883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869021684069883' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106861264632210030</id><published>2003-11-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:51:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, and I forgot to mention, today is Remembrance Day, here in Canada. I posted this, because, unlike so much of our youth, who ignores contributions of the past by our fellow countrymen, I actually give a damn about this. It's not boring to me at all, and I am fucking proud that we beat the enemy in WW1, and then beat all the damn fascists in WW2! I really hate those who say "I don't care" about the first two world wars, because even though, myself, I am against war in all forms, I still think it's absolutely vital that we care about our country's past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of rantage by Danny L. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106861264632210030?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106861264632210030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106861264632210030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861264632210030' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106861194250606200</id><published>2003-11-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:39:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was fantastic. Jammed with Joe and Jordan on the guitars respectively, with no Reddy as he cancelled on us at the last minute. That was no problem, however, as we played a fun bit of stuff! It was the first "First Jam" that I've had the experience of a positive one. My first with Trumble and Pat was bad, because I was a total newbie to the whole jamming deal, and all I was doing was playing Nirvana songs to whatever they were playing. Our first one with Reddy wasn't very good, other than the fact that one of our main songs right now, "Orange Asphalt" was made, at the very end of it all. My first, well, first and only one with Jordan Bischoff and Pat was good to me, except nobody really communicated and that's what the problem was. Hell, it was a summer day, everybody's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight was good, and Jordan and Joe really work together well, kinda similar to how I work well with Reddy. Our guitar pairings are always very interesting, but I don't think Reddy works well with a rhythm guitarist, maybe it's just an observation. Luckily, we got Pat to back us up on the drumkit, so things work well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so we got another gig lined up, apparently. Mr. Meadows found the guitarist of Choliac, a Calgary band I saw on Friday night at the show, at Long &amp; Mcquade, and they're doing a show in the next couple of months. So that's mighty nice, I'm sure we'll have a few more songs by then. That makes the gig total 3, as this Saturday we'll be playing for our school band associates, and also that gig we're supposed to be doing with Darkshine Empire, which has been put off since the summer sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody notice that I pretty much always discuss music-related stuff in this blog? I gotta start keeping things a little more fresher than this. Oh well, download some 80's new-wave revival with Sweden's The Sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Sounds - Dance With Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106861194250606200?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106861194250606200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106861194250606200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861194250606200' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106836434136037589</id><published>2003-11-09T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:02:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word up, insane jam sesh tonight, with all members of the Expectations or whatever the hell we are called completely submersed in the music. We owned the place tonight and the music was rocking great! It all began with Mr. Reddy picking me up and us going to get Mr. Meadows. We had to break into Colter's house to get Jordan's bass and his amp. So apparently, Jordan had scoped the residence before this, and found that the door was unlocked, and thus this lead to us ransacking the place. When I was transporting the amp upstairs, I saw Colter at the back of the place and he looked all confused, and then he was like "Yo." and I said "Yo." and then Jordan came up and he said "Yo." and Colter then understood the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive at Mr. Mcghee's place and we decide to use &lt;b&gt;two bass guitars&lt;/b&gt; for our first song. We pulled out all the stops on this one and it was really freakin cool playin with two basses going! We jammed on an old schooler, the "Egyptian Song", which, until tonight we couldn't put together anything for it, and then all of a sudden we get it down somewhat, althought the final song isn't gonna be entirely like it was tonight I think. Awfully cool. Then we did the usual list of songs and it was all great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we have a little gig of sorts this Saturday for all of the band people and such. Our friends in None of the Above shall be playing too, so that's all rad. This is gonna be fun, but I have a challenge for us playing, and that's if Traffic Supply comes along. That's right, everybody this is myself &lt;b&gt;calling traffic supply out&lt;/b&gt;. So if you have the guts to play with a real rock and roll band, well hit up the challenge, gentlemen. I still dont know what the hell is going on with all of this, but hopefully we'll have some people stick around and see us, that'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Editor's note: I started writing this at 11:34, and now it's tomorrow because I was off playing minigolf and listening to Silverchair. Nice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Hot Butter - Popcorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106836434136037589?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106836434136037589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106836434136037589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836434136037589' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106827545022355869</id><published>2003-11-08T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:14:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, so the show at Carpenter's Hall was pretty sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before this, Maggie dropped us off at Colter's place, along with Jordan, Dave, Greg and myself, and we went to watch Darkshine Empire practice, and they played us some real good stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed their stuff and it got me well ready for the show. I jammed on Jordan's T-Bird bass, and that was cool, we jammed on the Power Rangers theme song music. Was much fun. After this, we hopped back in the Buick, rode down to the train staion while listening to a Vancouver metal band, Three Inches of Blood. Balls of Ice! Then we went to the venue. It's a neato little place, nestled cozily near the Sunnyside train station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't really been to a hardcore show before, but it was cool. When all those fuckers do the "throw down" or they just start punching the air like crazy, that's really friggin funny. All of the bands were good, and the first one was especially good, sounding like Bleach-era Nirvana, always a treat. Of course, I didn't even get their name. Nikola Tesla put on a real good set, but the best band was Endthisweekwithknives. They were really cool, and I absolutely loved their set, so much. My first hardcore show was a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin of dusting off my metal side, maybe it's time to go back. Word. Pat, I'll call or mail you about what's up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Clash - Clampdown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106827545022355869?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106827545022355869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106827545022355869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106827545022355869' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106809537604057402</id><published>2003-11-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:09:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, that jam with Joseph was cool last night, and I'm gonna keep calling him Joseph in secret, because I think Joseph is a cooler name than Joe. Plus you never hear people calling Josef Stalin "Joe Stalin", cripes, it takes away half the friggin name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Nikola Tesla on friday night, with a very cool girl, and hopefully we'll go to supper before that. I haven't been to many hardcore shows before, really I guess this is my first main one. I saw FPZ, High Grade and Six Point One in June, but that wasn't hardcore Hardcore I suppose. Anyways, I gotta learn how to Hardcore dance, so it's gonna take a lot from me to go to this show properly...have faith will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;b&gt;Mr. &lt;i&gt;FUCKING&lt;/i&gt; Bean&lt;/b&gt; in Calm today. That was freakin nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: the Mooney Suzuki - Yeah You Can!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106809537604057402?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106809537604057402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106809537604057402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809537604057402' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106774160414241594</id><published>2003-11-01T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:53:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3pm today after a really late and fun Halloween spent with the Dropkick Murphys and crew. Jon and Tyler picked me up, and we went to good old Macewan Hall. Non of us had costumes on, but I cleverly dressed as a "Canadian" yet again. Anyways, we got down there, and I see Nesbitt, Brian, Gary, Matt Gates and Cody Fitz. Good to see them all down there. Stand in line for a little while longer, and finally get through the ticket rippers. They put their stuff in the coat check, and a couple of the others buy some merch. I then see a drunk Owen, a drunk Shannen, a drunk Renee, and their drunk associates stumbling around. I then jokingly made fun of Owen and this started a mini war of sorts, which resulted in me throwing a garbage can at him, and him kicking me in the ass with his boots, while I smash my elbow into a handdryer (which this arm is still sore today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this transpires, I find Kayla and Amanda and their associates and I did some general mingling for a while, before I went in to see the first band, Roger Merit and the Diasters play a real good set. I of course went into the circle pit for some of the set. They were a real good band, and played a Clash cover (Career Opportunties). A good opening band, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside to the smoke area, for some fresh air. Well, the problem of all the smokers ruining that was bad, but whatever, fresh air is fresh air, and throwing some snow was pretty refreshing. Here, I met Mr. Meadow's galfriend. And may I say he has done fairly well for himself, indeed. After some more general snow hijynx, we went inside for the Casualties. Decent set, I just cannot stand the screaming all of the time, and their rather poor lyrics weren't my cup of tea. I think they were better at the Bad Religion show, because this time they were wasted of their asses, bah... At least they played a Ramones cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, fresh air and mingling, and then Good Riddance came on. Not a bad set, I moshed in it, but I was fucking tired from all the smoke in the hall, fucking idiots, the lot of them. I managed to have some fun for a band I previously didn't enjoy much. They played very tight, and were very much into the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really long wait, some water bottle fights, and other various havoc, the Murphys came on, preceded by a neato little bagpipe solo beforehand. I went up front for the set, but it was annoying because everybody was leaning on each other, and everybody would first sway to the left, and then to the right, or they'd all sway forward and then go backwards. I then circle pitted it, which was a very lame one I might add, and for that reason I left and stood just behind that. I wish people wouldn't mosh all the time, fuck people are dumb. I don't have fun pushing into people and having them push me too. Circle pits are great cause you can just dance around in a circle, either by yourself, or with other people. This wasn't a fucking metal show, goddamn it. And I also want people who crowd surf to fuck off also, one of those idiots kicked me in the damn eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played a fantastic set though, and capped it off by inviting all kinds of people on stage, but I didn't bother going up. They closed the night off however with a nifty rendition of "Halloween" by the Misfits, and then the night was done. I got a ride home with gary and came home, and slept till 3pm. I just now realized I was supposed to jam today, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Buzzcocks - Oh Shit!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106774160414241594?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106774160414241594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106774160414241594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774160414241594' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106748902489314566</id><published>2003-10-29T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:43:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate snow. I absolutely hate it. Well, not exactly, I only dislike it on days when I have to go out and do something. I really hate the delays in traffic the snow causes, and it's all rather annoying going from relatively nice weather to this mess. This is the exact reason why I like rain a lot more than snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to our city's university station, CJSW, like a mother fucker lately, so I suggest you guys visit there site at the following link: &lt;a href="http://www.cjsw.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on Listen, to listen live to whatever they are playing. It's really awesome, extremely crazy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Drive Like Jehu - Spikes to You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106748902489314566?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106748902489314566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106748902489314566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106748902489314566' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106747700163245918</id><published>2003-10-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:51:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indeed, the Chili Peppers show was absolutely fantabulous. Everything about it was great! Pat and I went to Jordans house and had some chili with peppers for supper! What are the odds, yes! Maggie came over in her snazzy Buick and we took the train down to the Saddledome. We went to our seats right away and hung out for a while. Jordan's dad bought himself a beer which cost $6.50! 7 bucks for a damn beer! Anyhow, the opening act, Mike Watt came out. Armed with only a bass guitar (Mr. Watt playin the four string), a drummer, and an organist, the set was absolutely wonderful. It was an electic mix of jazzy, punky, countryfied crazy music. Flea from the peppers also helped out on the trumpet for a few songs. The other Peppers also came out and they all jammed on the Velvet Underground's "Sister Ray" for close to 10 minutes. It was an extremely interesting set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, so the Chili's came out and played a fantastic set. There was just an amazing bass solo before "Around the World" and that was definitely cool. The crowd was totally into the songs, and with 18 thousand people singing along to "Otherside" was just really really cool. They played their cover of the Ramones' "Havana Affair" and they also covered "Search and Destroy" by none other than Iggy Pop and the Stooges. The encore included a wonderful rendition of "Under the Bridge", and towards the end of the show, there was a really long 15 minute jam, similar to what my band does, however Mike Watt came back on with a bass, and Flea was bassing it up too with him, along with Chad and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fantastic time, and one I will definitely not forget. Everything about that night was just amazing to the max, and I couldn't have asked for any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Dead Kennedys: Let's Lynch the Landlord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106747700163245918?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106747700163245918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106747700163245918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747700163245918' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106645620923974590</id><published>2003-10-17T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:53:08.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well that was quite the electic jam today. And by jam I mean all jamming, because we didn't play any of our previously-made songs, and basically conjured a new one by simply jamming. I think it's the most interesting rhythm for any of our songs yet and that's gonna be real exciting and all that associated with interesting. These recent few practices have been so different in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people on internet message boards really frustrate me sometimes. I read a post on a certain forum about a guy's dog drowning, and a few of the posters laughed at his misfortune. I can't believe how black-hearted some people are, and who can actually laugh at the death of an innocent being. I've seen people elsewhere recently laughing at the civilian loss of life in Iraq for example, or just other general bits here and there. I'll never understand the human race, and more specifically the human brain, because none of it makes any sense at all, when you see examples like this. Of course, maybe I'm wrong and they're right. It's a matter of opinion, but I think that any normal, good human being would at least have some compassion for something like the aforementioned example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I much enjoy all the patriotism since Sept 11 that still goes on in America. It took 3000 people to die, but by golly, God Bless America and it's armed forces! Stamp out the root of evil! Eliminate &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;immediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; threats your enemies pose by invading soverign nations and breaking international law. I just love the fact that all of a sudden, going back to war is cool again. I'm just as much in love with the 'war on terrorism' that continues. It's all a bunch of paranoia. Bush has backed the States into one of two options: 1) Have other nations be afraid of attacking the US, or face basic elimination or 2) Add fuel to the fire of hate and backlash against the US. Bush's policies are so crooked; "It's about freedom. You're either with us or against us." Good job, W, you're sure setting the standard for the world. Good to know that foreign policy is still in your top list of priorities. I have no problem for love for your country. However, when it comes at the cost of fear, that's when I feel it is a little lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN is 24hr propaganda. Don't believe what the national news outlets tell you. Do some research and find news sources that you might be able to trust. Then again, don't believe everything you read. War is a waste! Violence is simply a product of fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Jet - Take It Or Leave It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106645620923974590?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106645620923974590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106645620923974590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106645620923974590' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106627350456297606</id><published>2003-10-15T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:05:04.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday means two more days until Friday. Wow! How long did you take to figure that out, geniuspants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I need to buy more Beatles records. I mean, this is an absolute necessity; extremely important things like this need extra important exposure. I only own a few Beatles albums, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Let It Be, Magical Mystery Tour and the White Album. I'm annoyed that I don't own Rubber Soul because that is a pop-rock masterpiece. Obviously I'm missing Abbey Road, Revolver, Hey Jude, A Hard Day's Night, etc... but that will all come in due time. I've heard all of these numerous times, however I now need the funds to purchase these. Rubber Soul is gonna be next, at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so in other news, there's none. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Beatles - The Word&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106627350456297606?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106627350456297606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106627350456297606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627350456297606' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106600783628951651</id><published>2003-10-12T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T19:17:16.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of what my future holds, when I am done high school. At the rate I'm at right now, I'm fully certain I'll graduate at the end of Grade 12. But then what happens after that? I have a bunch of options. For example, I am thinking of taking a year off and exploring the real world, and getting a job for that period of time. After that year is done, go to university or something. But I don't think that's a smart idea because after not being to school for a year I know I'm never going to enjoy it (what little amount I actually do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a variety of schools I could go to. U of C, Sait, Mount Royal College, for example. The problem with this is I don't know what I want to do when I am done one of these institutions! I always sort of have wanted to be a teacher because I like interacting with kids and such, but I don't know about that. There are a few things I've considered before, but I guess now is the time I should actually start investing some time into the thought process. I guess things will be up in the air for a little while, but I'll eventually reach some sort of conclusion this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Sloan - The Rest Of My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106600783628951651?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106600783628951651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106600783628951651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106600783628951651' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106594128668125551</id><published>2003-10-12T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T00:48:06.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so the show tonight was wicked. Picked up Mulders, and went to Mac Hall. Got there a little early and we saw a lineup for the downstairs part of Mac Hall. I said "Yes!" because I enjoy the downstairs ballroom a lot better because it's bigger and it sounds better. So we get to the ticket ripper and he says "No this is for Steve Earle. Sloan's upstairs." We went up and staked out our place. Cuff the Duke was the opening band. They were really freakin cool, and had very original and interesting folky and rocking music. They were a very good opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloan came out, and they played just awesome. They were very interactive with the audience and were on top form for all of their songs, missing only a few notes here and there. They sure knew how to put on a rock and roll show, and everybody in the audience I could tell had  a fantabulous time, and nobody was left disappointed. They left the stage after a bunch of songs, but after a big "SLOOOOOOOOOOOOAN" chant, they came back, did three more and called it a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went and got a sub from Subway. We saw the lead singer of CUff the Duke, and we both complemented him, and he was extremely nice to us. We had a small chat with him and then he went to mingle with other patrons there. The name of the band comes from a t-shirt he bought from value village that said cuff the duke on it. Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106594128668125551?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106594128668125551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106594128668125551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594128668125551' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106584142506863721</id><published>2003-10-10T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:03:45.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty today was just a fantastic day on all levels. Somebody pulled the fire alarm during gym class. Big deal, I was in the library anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had a great day and I went to supper tonight with my rents. I'm going to Sloan tomorrow night with Mulders and hopefully Mr. Patti McGee. That's gonna be a wicked as hell show! I absolutely cannot wait to see the Canadian rockers from Nova Scotia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some good news from Britain. There's some great music in the form of a band called The Darkness. They kind of sound like AC/DC with Freddie Mercury singing. That's just very cool, I really do like hearing some rock and roll that's stripped down, interesting, and most of all &lt;b&gt;genuine&lt;/b&gt;. Anyhow, even with the bands I dislike, like Good Charlotte and Simple Plan doing well, I guess I support that. If we can get music with guitars and not over-sampled beats back into the mainstream, things are going to work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the music: The Darkness - I Believe In A Thing Called Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106584142506863721?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106584142506863721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106584142506863721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106584142506863721' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106566930775659675</id><published>2003-10-08T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:15:07.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first break of the night. I'm fucking exhausted and swamped with studying. For the record, I'm currently doing loads of math. The problem with this particular batch is I didn't even procrastinate for it to be this strenuous, I've just been working and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't read other's blogs in days. I guess because I've been busy and the google toolbar I got which allows me to post an entry without having to go to the main blogger thing...meh it's all just poor excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold won governor. &lt;B&gt;YES&lt;/B&gt;. So I am going to steal Victor Tsang's house, ship it down to California and live under the perfection that is the state owned by Arnold. Finally, a republican you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: S Burns - Undeserving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106566930775659675?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106566930775659675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106566930775659675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566930775659675' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106558041663891629</id><published>2003-10-07T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:33:36.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've determinded that there is nothing better than music for me. Music is everything for me, in how I dress, the purchases I make, what I do with my spare time, etc. My ethics are very music-centered, based on the majority of what I listen to. I find myself always wanting to listen to music, even if I'm taking to somebody, I always want something playing. When I'm doing my homework, I put something relaxing on. When I come home on a Friday afternoon from a long week of school, I blast the totally rocking tunes. When it's late at night I'll have on music where I can become completely entrenched in it without having to think. The music I play often describes my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I play my instrument, and create music, even if it's a poorer line by my standards, the feeling of creating what I hope to be my form of art, an expression of what my mood is is just so comforting. When I jam with the band, the same rules apply, only it's the mood of the entire band instead. The rush I get when we lay a song down, have the right chords, the right structures, everything comes together in one sweeping motion, that's where my passion for the band lies. I cannot wait to practice again, because I know as time goes on we'll be able to make songs faster, and much more complex. We'll get stronger and that's where our strength lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost when I listen to a cd is beautiful. "Kid A" by Radiohead and "Oh, Inverted World" by The Shins are two of my favourite examples for this. I just get lost because the music is so perfect, like they wrote the soundtrack of perfection through simple beats and chords, and other instruments not common in all music. I just can never get enough of music which is different, and utilizes so many different aspects in the instrument department and in the types of songs written. When I listen to these songs, I don't even pay attention to the lyrics, I just let the music take over my mind, and I subconsciously do whatever it is I am doing at that time, even if it is absolutely nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe this was just an entry about me giving the merits of music yet again, however I think it is much more than that. Was this entry needed to profess my love for music? No, but putting my thoughts into words and letting others know how I feel gives a true feeling of self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: the Shins - New Slang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106558041663891629?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106558041663891629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106558041663891629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558041663891629' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106557706804196084</id><published>2003-10-07T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:37:47.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was the practice and it was extremely good in my opinion. We didn't do a lot, because again it was good to get back into the groove of things after an abscence of a week. This was a real cool practice also because we solved a few problems, mainly as it regards to our vocal situation. We've determined that it would be cool to have both female and male voice on the songs, I'm especially for that. Perhaps something like a Pixies type deal. Anyways, soon enough we'll have something going, as this year we're determined to knock Shit Supply from the top, and replace that with some real music. It was nice of Chris Vanberkel to boast about his band today at lunch. Hmm, similar to Matt Gates. I guess everybody in that band but Jared has an ego the size of a hot air balloon. Soon enough they'll see, and as Patti said, they shouldn't be counting chickens before they hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do some math and some wonderful chemistry review. VOTE ARNOLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Current music: Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106557706804196084?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106557706804196084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106557706804196084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106557706804196084' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106549288462793925</id><published>2003-10-06T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T20:14:44.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i'm sitting around doing a load of chemistry and I am completely bored. I missed the gym because math and chemistry teachers decide it's necessary to give homework every single night of the week. Which is fair enough, I guess our close to 90 minute classes every day aren't sufficient enough to fill the demand to get the learning in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of doing the same thing all the time. All life is is the same process over and over again. Get up, get ready for school, eat breakfast, catch the bus, go to school, come home, do homework, eat supper, more homework, music, get ready to go to bed, sleep. Wake up, repeat aforementioned process again. Perhaps I'd spruce the day up with the occasional jamming or a concert or something. But it's the same thing over and over again. I can just imagine how bad things will be when I'm out of school and in the real world. Life's not going to be any surprises anymore, and for that reason I truly do miss my childhood, back when I didn't have a care in the world and time was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change would be nice, but ah hell, I'd probably end up bitching about that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current tunes: The Doors - Gloria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106549288462793925?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106549288462793925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106549288462793925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106549288462793925' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106541368700358693</id><published>2003-10-05T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:14:47.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, so I received a little bit of great information today, Hot Hot Heat November 22nd, Macewan Hall! That's just radtastic! I was mentioning to Tyler earlier this week, "Don't you think it'd be cool if Hot Hot Heat came here?" And wow, that's just crazy, I'm there for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That car crash earlier this week with the two NHL players, Dany Heatley and Dan Snyder was terribly tragic. Dan Synder passed on tonight, as the result of severe head injury. My prayers go out to his family and teammates. Life is short, and the memory of Dany's friend dieing because of carelessness will be with him forever. A little bit of fun turned out to be a horrific event that was nit worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Ozzy - Mama, I'm Coming Home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106541368700358693?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106541368700358693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106541368700358693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541368700358693' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106538795470669919</id><published>2003-10-05T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T15:05:54.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, all the kids today think anarchy is cool, because it's "rebellion against the man" or something stupid like that. All the punk rockers today have their little anarchy A's on their shirts, and always say "anarchy rules!! down with the system!" Well I have news for you kiddies, as much as your angst has taken control of yourselves, you should still have enough of a brain to know that anarchism doesn't work. Just because the Sex Pistols said it was cool doesn't mean that it actually is. Fuck anarchy and to hell with a system of disorganization, corruption and confusion. In a country where there is no political authority at all, you'd have a poor chance of survival at all.&lt;br /&gt;It'd sure be nice if those who support anarchy actually knew what it meant. Thanks for your time and good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106538795470669919?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106538795470669919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106538795470669919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538795470669919' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106533657210499944</id><published>2003-10-05T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T00:49:31.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word up, today I went to the gym with Mike, Mike and Joe, went with Pat to get our amps from Mr. Mcghee's place, and then went out for some snazzy supper at Moxies with Evan, Jon and Kevin. I ordered a steak sandwich which was just wonderful. Afterwards we worked our food off with a fresh bit of hide and go seek in the Chinook Center parkade. It was lots of fun and though Jon was late to get home, we still had a bunch of fun. Evan is a good hider, and Jon, Kevin and I aren't too bad of seekers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band resumes Tuesday. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Beck - The New Pollution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106533657210499944?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106533657210499944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106533657210499944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533657210499944' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106524905289869934</id><published>2003-10-04T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T00:30:52.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to the Sana Fey Grill with my rents and had some delicious BBQ wrap, and some mean tortilla chips there too. It was a mighty fine meal. Some dumbass cut me off on the ride home. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I was entertained to see an article on MSNBC stating "Canadian PM Considers Smoking Joint" or something along those lines. You know, regardless of my preference not to use any drugs, I support the de-criminalization of pot. If people want to use it, it's their decision and a small amount shouldn't be controlled by the government. If beer and cigarretes are availible at an early age, why isn't marijuana for example? If anything, alcohol and cigarretes are even more dangerous than pot. Okay, well all three are dumb, but a little bit of beer on the side never hurt anyone, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow (today?) Mr. Meadows, Mr. Reddy and I shall have an acoustic session. I cannot wait, and this will be mighty fun. Jon wants me to go to the Olive Garden with him and some other associates, but my cash situation at the moment is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to quite possibly the best late-night album ever, entitled "Oh, Inverted World" by an amazing indie band called the Shins. I've fallen in love with this album over the last week and I've realized that there's still some incredible music being made today. I'm going to fall asleep with this groovy record on, so cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Shins - Girl on the Wing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106524905289869934?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106524905289869934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106524905289869934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106524905289869934' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106515141909079242</id><published>2003-10-02T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:23:39.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah so what's been up in the last week and a bit you ask? Well, the same old same old. I've suffered through one too many tests in both chemistry and math this week, but I did well so I guess I'm a trooper eh? I had some hardcore sailing this week in active living and I kicked the water's ass. Mike tried to make me fall in but I showed him "whoz teh bos!!1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my ticket secured for the Red Hot Chili Peppers show. Shall be a fantastic show and it's gonna be really rad to see Mike Watt playing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I had the award's ceremony at school, and that went pretty well. Saw Nesbitt and Schafer and a bunch of other people I knew. It was especially pleasing with Mr. Schultz announced my name as "Danielle LaPlante" But at least I got the auditorium laughing at me so that worked out quite nicely. They know my name now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be such an exciting weekend! NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Led Zeppelin - Trampled Underfoot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106515141909079242?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106515141909079242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106515141909079242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106515141909079242' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106473133664826879</id><published>2003-09-28T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:40:13.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had to stay home for the night because I didn't have a ride to the show and I had to do some stuff with my rents... as opposed to go to the Shit Supply show, but I would have only gone for Laurent's band anyhow. So I did some major geeking tonight including the standard Little Caesar's pizza + video games and &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday night studying combo!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Why you ask? Because I was so bored after finishing the pizza that I couldn't resist gaining some knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sir, I do believe Mr. Meadows got our Chili Peppers tickets today. He is good at being conspicuous on msn and not really letting on to what's actually happening until I actually ask (which obviously I've yet to do). Okay so I want to go to Sloan next weekend too, so there will be a couple of good rock and roll shows to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Strokes album is pretty nifty, and I really am digging the song "Reptillia". Downloading albums is a sin I know, but that's only if you don't buy them later. And I plan on buying a lot of albums once I finally find some employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: The Strokes - I Can't Win&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106473133664826879?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106473133664826879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106473133664826879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473133664826879' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106446007945867617</id><published>2003-09-24T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T21:21:19.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So busy with homework. Skipped gym. Went sailing today. JAM FRIDAY. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: The Velvet Underground - I Heard Her Call My Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106446007945867617?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106446007945867617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106446007945867617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446007945867617' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106429080850886173</id><published>2003-09-22T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:20:08.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm listening to some Judas Priest right now and I'm excited as always for the jam tomorrow. Hopefully we can get some people again, but my phone was tied up all night long by my damn mom so I couldn't call anybody and msn was my last alternative. Which of course everybody is in away or busy mode thus no dice so far. Let's see what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I went to the gym, Joe and a bunch of the others were there. Saw Sampson and he's always a good fellow to chat with, he's in a lot better shape than before! Okay and now "the Joeish effect" exists, so if your clothes are wrinkled, it's blamed on Joseph...(?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna chat for a few more minutes and head off, compadres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Listening to: Judas Priest - Living After Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106429080850886173?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106429080850886173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106429080850886173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429080850886173' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106420492805263623</id><published>2003-09-21T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:28:47.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The jam tonight was just a bunch of fun. Lesley and Pierre came over, our first official guests in a really long time! The band invited a bunch of other people, I couldn't get ahold of Catherine, because some deal about her cell phone, and Pat invited Owen and Beckie i think but they were busy and Mr. Mcghee invited a bunch of others, but they weren't around either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! It was a great session, we brought a couple of older favourites out of the woodwork tonight and that was great. We played "Vanessa" last but that was the best all night I think. Reddy and my tones for that were perfect! On "789" I screwed up because of my amp, I guess overdriving it to it's max volume every night isn't good for it. We all fucked up "Purple Haze" but we recovered thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoyed it, and it was great to meet Pierre. I hope they'll come back another time when we have some more material down. And next weekend we'll have tons of people there, for sure! I am now off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106420492805263623?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106420492805263623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106420492805263623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106420492805263623' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106403795981981234</id><published>2003-09-19T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T00:05:59.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright so, here was another night full of fun fun fun. We went to Nesbitts place at 6 and ordered some mighty fine pizza. After this, we drove to Macs, and we drove by Joseph's house, and beeped the horn a couple of times. Apparently both Mike's had done this earlier in the day, and so we decided to exercise our burning off of the pizza on Joseph again. We dropped off Brian and Nesbitt, and then saw Paul, Peter, Pat, Rene and Brian around. We stopped, and I said hello to them and we left again. After Mike M, the retarded driver of the year, sped off I was feeling really sick because he drives like a fuckface around corners, but that's no worries cause I'm not sick anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the band is jamming sometime tomorrow, and I wish we weren't so fucking disorganized but I just talked to Jordan and I don't feel like calling the other two at midnight. 4 oclock it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would post a top 10 current songs list or something to that effect in their blogs, I enjoy checking out people's current tastes, granted I haven't heard of much of them before! Anyhow, mine are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Husker Du - Never Talking to You&lt;br /&gt;2) Beatles - In My Life&lt;br /&gt;3) The Shins - Girl On the Wing&lt;br /&gt;4) Beck - The New Pollution&lt;br /&gt;5) The Snitches - Right Before My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;6) Rise Against - Like The Angel&lt;br /&gt;7) Jaco Pastorius - Come On, Come Over&lt;br /&gt;8) Hot Hot Heat - Talk To Me, Dance With Me&lt;br /&gt;9) The Buzzcocks - Harmony in my Head&lt;br /&gt;10) Ima Robot - Dynomite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106403795981981234?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106403795981981234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106403795981981234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106403795981981234' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106393434761755549</id><published>2003-09-18T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T19:19:07.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was sooooo long. But that's no matter, because the Dropkick Murphys and the Casualties shall be arriving in Calgary on October 31! Yes that is correct, it's going to be a great night of rad music, and I'll be dressing up in some costume, I'm certain. Maybe I'll go as a punk rocker that night! This will probably be the best Halloween ever, except I was going to go trick or treating, haven't missed that ever, except one year when I was sick with the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry class is quite odd, because the people in it are pretty strange. I mean there's always somebody moaning in a sexual way, and one goes up nearly every ten seconds. It's really funny sometimes, and it's always great to have a little innuendo go up when you're working on chemical formulas. If this isn't enough, some dumbass opened up the gas valve in the laboratory today, and I got a headache from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday Michael Hutchenson, a prickface I dislike very much backed his vehicle up in to somebody's pickup truck. We were walking through the parking lot to Chico's car, and that dumb fuck went really fast into that truck. If this wasn't enough, the idiot put it in drive and then looked like he was going to leave. We just stood there laughing at him, because it was rather funny. I wish I had a camera there because I wanted to take a photo and write "OWNED" on it. Another time, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat if you read this before tomorrow, reddy and Jordan want to jam on early saturday, so hopefully you're around. Either that or Reddy and myself will be around on Sunday also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tunes: Yo La Tengo - Moonrock Mambo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106393434761755549?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106393434761755549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106393434761755549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393434761755549' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106385918125384349</id><published>2003-09-17T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:26:21.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i went on Calgarypunk today to see what's up in the shows section and I read DROPKICK MURPHYS, GOOD RIDDANCE &amp; THE CASUALTIES OCT 31. (!!!!!!) That's fucking sweet news, the Murphy's playing on All Hallow's Eve! I've seen the Casualties before, at the Bad Religion show earlier this year, and the murphys at Warped. I don't know much of Good Riddance, but I'll be there mainly for the Murphys! Most excellent news, indeed. I'm going to have to definitely wear a costume for this night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today i went to the gym, because I was in some serious need of reshaping up. I'll be going on a regular basis, and I think as boring as that all is, I'll be satisfied with the results in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: DROPKICK MURPHYS - The Rocky Road to Dublin &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106385918125384349?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106385918125384349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106385918125384349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385918125384349' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106385889318103152</id><published>2003-09-17T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:21:33.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i went on Calgarypunk today to see what's up in the shows section and I read DROPKICK MURPHYS, GOOD RIDDANCE &amp; THE CASUALTIES OCT 31. (!!!!!!) That's fucking sweet news, the Murphy's playing on All Hallow's Eve! I've seen the Casualties before, at the Bad Religion show earlier this year, and the murphys at Warped. I don't know much of Good Riddance, but I'll be there mainly for the Murphys! Most excellent news, indeed. I'm going to have to definitely wear a costume for this night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today i went to the gym, because I was in some serious need of reshaping up. I'll be going on a regular basis, and I think as boring as that all is, I'll be satisfied with the results in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: DROPKICK MURPHYS - The Rocky Road to Dublin&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106385889318103152?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106385889318103152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106385889318103152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385889318103152' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106376321039950126</id><published>2003-09-16T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:46:50.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So check it out, today we didn't jam but that's okay because it's a shitty day anyhow, and reddy had other plans tonight, and Jordan has to do some mass studying or something so we'll see what's happening on the weekend. I guess Tuesday's the new weekday for jamming, or whatever. Friday's would be nice too. But whatever I am really excited as always as it regards to our musical group. There's nothing I enjoy better than making music. We'll surely be making some on this weekend, I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than writing this for the sake of updating I'm kinda mad the snow is back. It's only September and as Calgary weather goes directly from summer to winter, I suppose the transition begins right now. Having friend's who drive is very nice, actually. I love not taking the transit all the time, and I guess taking that in the mornings shall be just fine. Plus when I hitch a ride with Chico after school, Delaney wants a combo there all the time so we go down all the time and pick up some delicious food, yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fixing blog templates, because mine got fucked up before, and it took me fifteen minutes to change one little variable to fix everything. Christ, why can't it be extremely simple HTML for the lazyass in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: The Beatles - In My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106376321039950126?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106376321039950126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106376321039950126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376321039950126' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106359857749085239</id><published>2003-09-14T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T22:04:57.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, that was a weird jam, we just did a lot of really screwed up songs tonight, and ended up on going into really long extended jams for most of them, or just doing long jams period. One of them was 16 minutes long, but that was the coolest song all night i figure. I had a lot of fun but that just really burnt me out and i want some rest right now. It was pretty surreal on most of the songs and i dont think any of us knew what we were doing on a few of them, but we just went ahead and went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to fix your blog pat, but that thing is still screwed up, i'll toy with it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106359857749085239?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106359857749085239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106359857749085239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359857749085239' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106351342615518042</id><published>2003-09-13T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T22:23:46.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, today was pretty ordinary. I went to Southcenter and picked up some cds, Insomniac by Green Day, the best of Hendrix and The Strokes - Is This It. They were all on for cheap and I had some money to spare. After that I went to Sears and told Catherine we weren't jamming tonight and she wasn't happy about that, but she said she can come tomorrow night. Either way, I hope she can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a bunch of ideas for songs for our band I just don't know if they can be made into songs. That sounds weird, I know but I don't know if we can make them, just because they're kind of fucked up. Like one is just a long spiraling journey, extremely long song which has so much noise, yet at the same time is very pretty regardless of this. I want a lo-fi sound like the stuff I've been listening to lately. I want to do a fast song that abruptly slows down and the listener can feel the song going back to it's faster progression. But this would &lt;B&gt;NOT&lt;/B&gt; be a punk song, I don't want to play or write punk songs anymore. I guess going to shows in this city, the abnoxious, pretentious, elitist fucks that go to these shows have wrecked it for me in a sense. There's a difference between being an ass who likes their things better than yours, and hating everything that isn't their's. I can't help it, and even though I enjoy many bands that are called "punk" I can't say I am as big of fan of it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's my band's strength, we can't classify our songs, though certainly we can maybe relate a few to our influences. Some people would call this a weakness, because we don't have a defined type. But I consider this an advantage, because we can borrow from anything and we'll retain our sound. And this is why we are Undefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A song to fan the flames of discontent: The Libertines - The Good Old Days&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love their album, Up The Bracket, by the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106351342615518042?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106351342615518042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106351342615518042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351342615518042' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-10634241398560203</id><published>2003-09-12T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:35:39.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd also want to add that yesterday I forgot to mention the 2nd anniversary of September 11. That was a highly significant day and I remember getting to school that day and my friends and I were talking about the attacks on the way to school. Fucking incredible, seeing that. My social teacher, I believe it was in the 2nd period of the day, immediately said "I have a feeling it was bin Laden.", despite most people believing it was another country. I don't know if that was a good prediction or not, but it was very accurate. I did not know the people in the buildings or in the planes, but I feel that as the West was attacked, somehow it attacked me too. Godspeed to all souls lost in the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Rancid - Who Would've Thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-10634241398560203?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/10634241398560203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/10634241398560203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10634241398560203' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106342378914157258</id><published>2003-09-12T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:29:49.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, that bass to the left of this one is the one smashed by Paul Simonon on September 21st, 1979, as the Clash were playing at the New York Palladium. The photo of him smashing this is the cover of their London Calling album, and is one of the coolest pictures in all of rock history. I decided to include the remains of it as my new fresh photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106342378914157258?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106342378914157258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106342378914157258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342378914157258' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106340216047467802</id><published>2003-09-12T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T15:30:07.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>R.I.P. JOHNNY CASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~tehughes/bcms/johnnycash.jpeg" &lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106340216047467802?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106340216047467802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106340216047467802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340216047467802' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106332548741613764</id><published>2003-09-11T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T18:11:27.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Modest Mouse was a wicked concert! I thought the opening bands, especially Cobra Eye (It might be eye, i don't remember) Anyhow, they played a lot of stuff I knew, and there was some new stuff from their catologue, especially because they have a new disc very soon. I went with Billy Mac, his sister Tristen and Danny, a friend of Billy's. After the show was done, the workers there were restocking the gumball machines, and they gave us the old ones, which were still good, just a little harder I suppose, either way I didn't notice. I think we divided them into 84 gumballs per person. Score! I only wish the night lasted longer, much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Modest Mouse - Bankrupt on Selling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106332548741613764?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106332548741613764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106332548741613764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332548741613764' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106306264784877295</id><published>2003-09-08T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T17:10:47.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah yes, today was fantastic. Her face lit up, and she was instantly happy as I delivered the gift to her, and I got a hug out of it, yes indeed. Things may just be falling into place soon enough, I feel just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make music right now, but I have to do my prison work, so I'll be occupied for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;THE HIVES ARE LAW YOU ARE CRIME&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Tunes:The Hives - Main Offender&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106306264784877295?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106306264784877295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106306264784877295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306264784877295' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106299210570869802</id><published>2003-09-07T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:35:05.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so tonight the band had an absolutely wonderful jam! Overall, I think it was the best we have ever done, as far as working on our already established songs goes. A couple of other times, we've had some lovely jams with just improvising songs, but the one tonight was just fucking fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off on a little groove, and made a pretty nifty song out of that, which i had fun on. After that was done, I turned around and all of a sudden, this guy is standing there, and I was so confused! It turned out Pat's cousin had come over. So then we decided to play "Purple Haze", "Egyptian Half-Song", "789", "Orange Asphalt", "Vector Six", and "Vanessa" in that order I do believe. We also threw in a couple of random songs, also. Anyhow it was really great and I had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to borrow the Velvet Underground boxset from Mr. Mcghee and also Temple of the Dog, which is not too bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Temple of the Dog - Wooden Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106299210570869802?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106299210570869802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106299210570869802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299210570869802' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106292022748876451</id><published>2003-09-07T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T01:37:24.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To prove what kind of scenester I am, I took a quiz. Here are my results. I = teh indie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xjkx/1059300093_conorisaretard.jpg" border="0" alt="I hate conor oberst"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are a pretentious indie asshole. you piss off&lt;br&gt;everybody but other pretentious indie assholes.&lt;br&gt;you suck extremely hard and only listen to&lt;br&gt;stuff on pitchfork media. fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target=_top href="http://quizilla.com/users/xjkx/quizzes/what%20type%20of%20lame%20scenester%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what type of lame scenester are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a target=_top href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106292022748876451?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106292022748876451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106292022748876451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106292022748876451' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106282978686797501</id><published>2003-09-06T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T00:29:46.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my house was egged tonight. I'm sure it wasn't random, and I am almost 90% sure of who it was, based on happenings in the past, however, I don't think I will jump to any conclusions. That's not saying I'm not going to, because I've obviously already done so. Usually I take the advice that I give myself, but this time I think it was my original intuition that was right. I don't know if I'll retaliate, it really won't get me anywhere, and if I were to do something such as get revenge, it'd best be done when I was still angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I angry now? Slightly, not at the egging specifically, but the fact that this long-term battle of mind games from the certain individual and his accomplice are getting quite irritating. I haven't retaliated before, as I've grown up since entering high school. Obviously, the individual, notorious in the past for egging me personally, and pestering me while in a line up at this year's Warped Tour, hasn't grown up. In fact, he has turned into more of a child than I originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have calmed down and the house is now cleaned off I think. But the fact that there has been problems with the outside of our house and these two individuals, namely stolen items, has really made me angry, as I hate to see my parents have to seemingly waste funds when this occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Instant karma's going to get you&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: John Lennon - Instant Karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106282978686797501?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106282978686797501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106282978686797501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282978686797501' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106272564974186938</id><published>2003-09-04T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:34:09.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some thoughts? Well I haven't had time to do much the last couple of days I suppose, I just have been hanging around, and doing loads of math. I really do dislike this teacher quite a lot. More thoughts? I wish she wasn't always with her friends in her grade, 12, so I could get a word in, without having to wait for her to be finished with them first. What else, chemistry is cool so far, and I actually remember everything so far. Let's see how long this lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry was pretty useless, however at least I got a little bit off my chest. Actually tomorrow the band is getting back together, so if anybody wants to come, do message me, I'm sure we can work something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: Nirvana - Here She Comes Now (Velvet Underground cover)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106272564974186938?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106272564974186938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106272564974186938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272564974186938' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106254032474873525</id><published>2003-09-02T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T16:05:24.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fine, saw some people i haven't seen in quite a while. Nobody really looks any different, I thought so, but I guess everybody stayed the same. Fair enough. I was expecting some gold chains and clocks around BD. We went to Earl's after that, and I ordered a delicious Sicilian pizza. And now I am going to get my new glasses, because I've needed a new pair for three years. I can't wear contacts all the time like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am listening to the album Ringo Starr released in March. It's not bad, but the song written in dedication to George Harrison is just so beautiful, I love it so much. It's the highlight track for me. It takes a line from one of George's songs done with the Beatles entitled "Within You, Without You", and in this it goes "Never without you, within you without you, because this song is about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go, ZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Listenings: Ringo Starr - Never Without You&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106254032474873525?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106254032474873525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106254032474873525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106254032474873525' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106247806196322717</id><published>2003-09-01T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:47:41.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah and the new Sloan album rocks all of your socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106247806196322717?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106247806196322717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106247806196322717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247806196322717' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106247757730923471</id><published>2003-09-01T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:39:37.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so prison- I mean school starts again tomorrow. I'm looking forward to getting grade 11 done as quickly as possible, as I want to get to grade 12 right away. This year will be just a small step towards the big time, yes. Should be great to see everybody again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just playing some bass, and I have a bunch of riffs that hopefully can be applied to some songs, which brings me to my next point. My band has got to get practicing again. It was a waste of a summer, with everyone else but me going off on trips for weeks. But that's not the point. We'll get down to work soon and get some songs done, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried giving the album St. Anger another chance tonight, as I downloaded a few of the tracks. I just cannot stand the production of it, with the bass guitar virtually non-existant, the snare drum sounding like a coffee pot, and every song sounding like it took a total of one hour to finish the whole cd. That's a real shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Radiohead - Everything In Its Right Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106247757730923471?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106247757730923471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106247757730923471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247757730923471' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106231803284987506</id><published>2003-08-31T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T02:20:32.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The A Perfect Circle show was literally incredible. After going to the Old Spaghetti Factory and receiving some wonderful pasta, I got dropped off at Mac Hall. I waited in line for a bit and met up with Simon, Arden and Chris. We went down and the first band started. I don't know who they were but it was a really weird name, and the singer was equally peculiar. He wore a kilt, brought out a club one time, a hatchet the next and a doll with a kilt on, which he made their bassist kiss...(????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there would be more than 1 opening act, but sure enough APC took the stage, and it set off from there. It was such an incredible performance by the entire band, it was really cool to see James Iha from Smashing Pumpkins playing guitar with them, and Twiggy on the bass (I miss Paz!). They played a lot of songs from their first album, and a few from the new record out later in September. The sound for the whole show was really good this time, and my ears don't hurt, nor are they ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ranked as one of my fav shows this year, I loved every moment of it. Except it took an hour and a half to get home because of stupid fucking Calgary Transit. I hope to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Jesus and Mary Chain - Here Comes Alice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106231803284987506?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106231803284987506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106231803284987506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106231803284987506' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106219349534746692</id><published>2003-08-29T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T15:47:00.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the last two days have been fantastic for myself. Last night I FINALLY got my damned learner's license. Yes, at 16 I'm just learning to drive, however it's not my first time, haha. I was real happy, and I scored 100% on the quiz, which made me feel pretty nifty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my dad woke me up and told me my bass came in, haha! So I drove us down, and that was easy, except I apparently have a little of a lead-foot of sorts, it would appear. We went in, opened the box up, and then I saw my new baby. It's a beautiful Limited Edition Fender Geddy Lee Jazz Bass, and it plays just so well. Once I got home I plugged the bass in and started playing away. I love the tone of it, and i can get several different ones because of the separate pick-up controls. Sometimes it sounds like a Rickenbacker bass (yum) and other times I can get it sounding like my old p-bass. I think I am gonna buy some separate strings for this, I don't know. I'll have some pictures soon for all the masses to gawk at. And considering it was 1000+ bucks, it should be that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's pizza night with some of my compadres from the area, and then we're off to see the wonderful Swacha of Oz I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's ride the tiger down the River Euphrates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Pixies - River Euphrates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106219349534746692?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106219349534746692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106219349534746692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219349534746692' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106204571735293696</id><published>2003-08-27T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:41:57.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realized recently that our society thrives on labels and/or brand names. Going to a mall is frightening sometimes with your Gaps and all the other overly-priced shops of interest with their clothing jumping out of you from walking by, with the "Shop now, or we may have to close our factories in the third world and those poor children who earn enough for a meal a week may go completely hungry!" slogans, conveniently covered up by all their fancy ads and their "25 percent off!!!" deals. Why buy a regular pair of jeans at a regular store, when you can spend spend spend to get the ultra high class &lt;b&gt;PRE-FADED JEANS&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!! And you might just need a new denim jacket to, also pre-faded! You shouldn't be wearing that generic red shirt with absolutely nothing on it, I suggest you buy our &lt;u&gt;cherry&lt;/u&gt; red shirt that advertises &lt;u&gt;our companies' name in big fancy letters&lt;/u&gt; everywhere you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I buy t-shirts of the bands i enjoy often, because I like to "advertise" my preference for these bands, for lack of a better term. But there is no way I am going to buy an 80 dollar sweater with some companies logo jacking the price up, at the mall, when I can go somewhere with reasonable prices on a sweater which serve exactly the same function, like being wearable and keeping me warm. I've never understood the fascination with fashion trends either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a mention of pre-faded jeans above, how retarded of an idea. Pre-faded? You might as well buy pre-torn jeans also to complete the 100% grunge look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your expensive articles of clothing, folks, because I'm quite content with my reasonable priced clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Social Distortion - Dear Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106204571735293696?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106204571735293696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106204571735293696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204571735293696' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106188376494922079</id><published>2003-08-26T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T01:52:26.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see in a lot of moves or tv shows that Italian people are generally perceived as belonging to the mob, aka "the family" in some way, shape, or form. That, or people think we're fascists like in world war 2. Anyhow, my mom was going on tonight how she hates on the Sopranos as the Italian people being gangsters and stuff. She said that nobody in her family was involved in any such things, and that it's a stupid stereotype. Personally, I think it's rather funny with the whole "How ya doin'? or the "Fuhgeddaboutit" quotes for example. I really don't mind it, because there's stereotypes for all cultures, rather they be funny or un-funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight Jon, Pat and I went go-karting. It was so freakin great, Maggie and some others who go to Grandin were there, including Mr. David Dupont himself. So we raced three separate times, and it was off the hook. Unlike the last time I went, the cars were all very fast each time. We had some insane crashings going on, and we kept smashing Dupont into the wall, or we'd sandwich him in between cars. Serves that little baby right; ironically he bitched about all this afterwards. I ran four people off the track/made them spin out during the last race. I had lots of fun indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;music: Led Zeppelin - How Many More Times?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(the bassline in this song rules, actually the drums are real rad too)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106188376494922079?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106188376494922079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106188376494922079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106188376494922079' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106179227874208156</id><published>2003-08-25T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T00:17:58.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't get on msn right now, and I feel it's time to write a proper review of the show from Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and I drove down, and met up with Nesbitt and a couple others. We went in and waited for a while. I got a burger at a&amp;w and then we went up. I bought a Hot Water Music tee, after having to stand in line for 10 straight minutes. We got some spots, and the first band, Worthless United came on. I thought they were pretty good, but most of the crowd wasn't in to them, I suppose. They played a good set, and were all the way from New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forgotten came out, and it was straight forward punk rock. It wasn't really anything too special, a few songs weren't bad, but they were solely to get the crowd ready. Plus, their singer went on about "this is for all the kids here that live on the other side of the tracks, who look at all the nice big houses every day" I thought that was quite dumb, because when you think about it, everybody there had to pay 23 bucks for the show...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Water Music came out, and I moved my way up. As soon as the set started, I started moshing with everybody there, the first real good pit of the night. A circle pit for that would have been nice too, but whatever. They played a load of their songs, and most of my favourites. They had the most energy of the night, and in my opinion, the best set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing Souls came on after a 15 minute delay, because some dumbass was smoking or pulled the fire alarm. No worries though, they played a good set with a few new songs, and all the old ones. That set was probably the best received there overall though, as it seemed most people came mainly for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great show overall, but they had the volume on everything way too high. The bass drum was much too high, the bass guitar had no midrange or trebel to it, which drowned out most of it, and the vocals were hard to make out for the first two bands. A solid show in closing, and A Perfect Circle later this week will be incredible as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: Ramones - Rockaway Beach&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106179227874208156?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106179227874208156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106179227874208156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106179227874208156' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106170203300053164</id><published>2003-08-23T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T23:13:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phase 2 of "the process" is finished. Moved the computer junk all down here tonight. Much better, and for some reason the sound system sounds much better down here. I guess that's maybe because the subwofer has more range to move the sound in. Everything sounds absolutely wonderful now! Much more crisper than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Pat and I practiced on some songs in my garage, and we played "You Are" or "Vanessa" or whatever the hell the song is called, for my pops. He enjoyed it, and then we worked on a few more songs. It's still my favourite song that we've done so far, it's absolutely beautiful, in my opinion. I do believe Pat and myself will be jamming with two of his former bandmates, Joel and Will this week. That's gonna be amazing. And then with Patti Mcghee returning, the main band will reunite and make some more tunes. If anybody wants to come to a jam, simply ask me or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I went out with the rents to the Cheesecake Cafe, and had one of the most stunning meals in such a long time. The bread was very yummy, the lemonade was top notch and the sandwich couldn't have been better. Well worth the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: Mogwai - 2 Rights Make 1 Wrong&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106170203300053164?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106170203300053164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106170203300053164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106170203300053164' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106162552877134980</id><published>2003-08-23T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T01:58:48.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, that show was fucking incredible. I'm stuck in another box, five people are messaging me all at once, I hate when i dont know whats going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot water music was just so great, best set of the night. I loved every second of it. A great concert indeed, and i just had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great night, and i implore you all to watch this http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view.php?id=104312&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep, oh i do, why can't i leave this box?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106162552877134980?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106162552877134980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106162552877134980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106162552877134980' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106152929048534338</id><published>2003-08-21T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T23:14:50.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I see another Ben Affleck or Jennifer Lopez article, tv segment, or whatever else concerning them, I think I'm going to throw a brick at the device broadcasting that. I'm completely fed up with seeing them everywhere, the hack of an actor he is and an overrated, overpaid, annoyance of a woman he's getting married to. They were meant for each other, because of their many negative similarities. I'll be horrified when they have a kid. I'll take Kathleen Hanna from Bikini Kill/Le Tigre over Lopez any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, tomorrow night's the show with Hot Water Music and the Bouncing Souls. Should be a good show, and there will probably be a lot more people there due to the Virus not making the Calgary show on the same night, because Canadian customs wouldn't let them in. I suppose I made the better choice in choosing which show to go to. Should be a good show, as I've heard both bands play real well live. I haven't heard the other two bands playing there, but they should be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,000 people died in that heat wave in Europe, along with 3000 in Italy, and 1500 in Portugal. That's an horrfying amount of people dead. I was amazed when they originally said 2000 dead in France. Absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in another one of those msn boxes where there's like 6 people and there's not really an actual conversation going on...confusing yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Nirvana - Lounge Act&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106152929048534338?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106152929048534338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106152929048534338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106152929048534338' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106144459085506972</id><published>2003-08-20T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:52:34.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of this world. I'm tired of hearing every single week about a suicide bombing in Israel, or people dieing becaue of pointless wars going on all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since September 11th, this world has become as scary as when Kennedy was president, and the threat of nuclear war with the Soviets was at an all time high. Except this time it's baby Bush in control. Fuck all this war on terrorism bullshit. Since that time, two wars have began, both in Afghanistan and Iraq. Really, they weren't even wars, they were complete annihilation of whatever forces were against them. Both wars eventually led to the murder of so many innocent people, it's really scary, and it's still going on till this very day. Iraq was not an imminent threat to the States or anybody for that matter. Where's the "weapons of mass destruction" Bush? Stop kidding yourself, you'll never find them. They're not there and they've probably been shipped out a long time ago. What about North Korea arming itself with nuclear missles? How about Iran enriching uranium for the exact same purpose? Your daddy couldn't beat Saddam, so you had to finish what he started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the so-called war on terrorism accomplished? Well, Osama is still gone, Saddam can't be found. Terrorism continues, suicide bombings all over Israel, Israeli tanks blasting the hell out of people's homes in Palestine. So some terrorist plots have been foiled, and some have been arrested, plus the repressive regimes of the two aforementioned countries have been removed. So many lives have not been worth this. These two wars, combined with everything else have just given the terrorists more fuel to their fire, with so many middle eastern people thinking jihad is the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see two planes fly into two buildings kill thousands of people almost instantly is horrifying. But if the world was able to see what goes on in the non-western world as easily as they did on CNN that day, it would get a lot of people realizing these atrocities that go on all over the world. I'm not anti-american. I'm anti-imperialism, and the need for the States, namely Bush to dominate the world. The US hated it when the Soviets tryed invading Afghanistan, so they gave who of all people the munitions to fight the USSR? Osama bin Laden. Now the States wants to bring capitalism everywhere, and there's backlash against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people didn't feel the need to kill. The dream of world peace will never happen for so long. We have it so nice in the western world, I just hope that we can do more to help spread peace to the rest of the world, because we are so lucky here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the music states my opinion: John Lennon - Give Peace A Chance &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All we are saying, is &lt;b&gt;give peace a chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106144459085506972?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106144459085506972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106144459085506972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106144459085506972' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106135145679553681</id><published>2003-08-19T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:51:35.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, okay so I turned a year older today, the big 16. It was quite the day. Pat and I got all our equipment we had left at Jordan's and Mcghee's places, and we hauled some of their stuff between places too. He drove me home and then I went and hung around home for a bit. I went out to supper with Billy Mac and John Woz, and we went to James' DQ and I got supper there, and Billy bought me an ice cream cone, kudos to him. By the way, Billy's Cadillac is better every time we go for a drive in it, how I wish I owned that baby. I was originally supposed to go to supper with my rents, but my dad couldn't, so I just thought why not do something with some buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home, and I decided I wanted to move my bedroom and computer room to the basement. I decided on the room which has been pretty much vacant since we finished it all. I moved all the drawers individually, along with my dressers and stuff. My dad and I had the horrendous time of trying to move my bedframe downstairs, because it is fairly big for the rather narrow passage way to the downstairs. We took the posts off of the rails, and finally managed to fit it downstairs. I took the rest of everything down, we put the bed back together, and I moved my matress down, along with the chair, my cd case, my bass, amp, and a few other things. Now tomorrow I need to move my clothes, and stuff down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving the computer down next Sunday or Monday or whatever, because Telus has to come and hook the internet line up, because of some problems with it or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a damned break right now, I really do, I'm exhausted. Turning 16 is backbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Sonic Youth - Sympathy for the Strawberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106135145679553681?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106135145679553681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106135145679553681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135145679553681' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106118269166892875</id><published>2003-08-17T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T22:58:11.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"If it weren't for the Buzzcocks, who knows what we'd sound like. Maybe Good Charlotte or something like that. Not that they're bad, they're good but they sound like...they taste like a popsicle shoved up someones ass. But hey, some people are into that."&lt;/i&gt;- Eddie Vedder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody, check out Pat's wonderful bed sheets on the picture of my bass to the left of the writing. That pattern is freakin high tech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been listening to a lot of Rush lately. I realize that I've taken my ability to listen to these guys for granted, being that my pops has some of their albums lying around, which I haven't spun as much as I should have perhaps. The fact these guys are Canadian is a definite plus, they're one of my favourite Canadian bands. They're not the only one. There's a lot of really great Canadian music both past and present. Like the Guess Who, the Tragically Hip, Sam Roberts, Kinnie Starr, Sloan, Matthew Good, Headstones, Steppenwolf and of course the great Neil Young. I think a lot of people in other countries, when they think of Canadian music, they think of Nickelback, Avril or Celine Dion. But it's real cool to know that I live in a nation that has produced many great musicians over the years, which ultimately cancel out the band ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tunes: Sloan - The Good In Everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106118269166892875?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106118269166892875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106118269166892875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118269166892875' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106109377789559726</id><published>2003-08-16T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:22:17.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there was ever a boring day, it'd be today. Apparently, everybody decides to have something to do all on the same day, leaving me bored as hell at home. It was my pops birthday and he went golfing before I woke up, so I didn't get to go. Fooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed many of my entries in this start of with "So". Hell, the last two both started with "So i was watching...". Apparently, summer really does drain a person. I hope that some people will be around tomorrow or Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106109377789559726?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106109377789559726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106109377789559726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106109377789559726' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106090446261620980</id><published>2003-08-14T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T17:51:40.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i was watching Seinfeld, and I saw all these people in downtown New York on cnn walking around, and it said there was a massive power outage all over lots of the eastern portion of the US and Canada. I know from experience how bad transit can be when it's not on time or stuck somewhere, even in a smaller scale city such as Calgary. I can only imagine how absolutely terrible it must be in a city like New York where there's millions of people! So hopefully that gets cleared up and nobody is hurt, and they get the power back running sometime tonight or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Long &amp; Mcquade time, may order the bass. I want to get a couple of picks, and a new strap, because I've noticed that mine certainly doesn't feel too special after wearing it the whole practice. Maybe it's because the guitar itself is heavy, but I don't think that's the cause. The strap was like 16 dollars at the place where I go for lessons, so it probably isn't a factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;music: System of a Down - Suite-Pee&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106090446261620980?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106090446261620980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106090446261620980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106090446261620980' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106080590022239139</id><published>2003-08-13T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:23:05.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was watching family guy again today, and I've come to realize after watching this show a bunch this summer, that it's better than anything the Simpsons has done since lke 1997. I do not understand why interesting, innovative shows like this are taken off the air, while the Simpsons continues to re-hash the same jokes year after year. Three seasons of Family Guy has been better than the last six seasons of the Simpsons. Go figure. I love the Simpsons, but it's been time to stop for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been pretty un-eventful. Thus this blog has been pretty damn stale also. No out of housing = nothing interesting to write. A jam's commencing on Friday. I should go to Modest Mouse when they come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Alice In Chains - Nutshell (unplugged)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106080590022239139?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106080590022239139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106080590022239139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080590022239139' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106058494750451844</id><published>2003-08-11T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T17:45:50.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CONSPICUOUS&lt;/b&gt;, NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is &lt;b&gt;dean&lt;/b&gt; and i'll be your waiter for the night. how do you do? pleased to meet you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i start you off with a drink? or can i make you suffer immediately with the really poor sauce that'll make you &lt;b&gt;sick to your stomach&lt;/b&gt; immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE ON THE ITALICS, COMRADE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Currently playing: Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106058494750451844?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106058494750451844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106058494750451844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058494750451844' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106040473057736128</id><published>2003-08-08T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T22:52:10.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The band's back together. Yes indeedy, today we jammed at Mr. Patti Mcghee's residence. It went fairly well I suppose. We really have to work the kinks off, but I guess three weeks of no group practicing does that. The highlight for me was our new rendition of "Vector 6" as we did the drum interlude with a fucking nice riff done on both the guitar and bass which sounds like Sabbath. From that, we went into a little noise/feedback section and the transition to the "anti-solo" was oh so nice. I call it an anti-solo, because it's sort of a bunch of notes played really noisily i guess. Refer to some Nirvana songs for this. The others didn't like it, but I thought the song is progressing a lot. I want the tempo for it to speed up really fast, like a Queens of the Stone Age song, and if we can do that it'll all be wonderful. I messed up twice because my cord came out during Purple Haze and that kinda sucked. Well, I hope we can have a good session on Sunday, I'm definitely excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked my song I want to cover, "1979" by the Smashing Pumpkins. At least I'm pretty sure, it's either this or "Sliver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying a fender jazz bass for my birthday. I'm going to A Perfect Circle august 30th. I'm going to Hot Water Music/Bouncing Souls August 22. I'm a year older on the 19th. August rocks the socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Music: The Mars Volta - Cicatriz Esp&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106040473057736128?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106040473057736128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106040473057736128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106040473057736128' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106028396556614864</id><published>2003-08-07T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:19:25.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I got a new design up, which i hope is a little more aesthetically pleasing and the such. Today's going to be a lazy day (and the such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: The Eagles - I Can't Tell You Why&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106028396556614864?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106028396556614864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106028396556614864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028396556614864' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106022609024738248</id><published>2003-08-06T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T21:24:09.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So check it out, comrades. This is a little piece I wrote whilst taking a break a while ago during one of our practices. It’s called “Nobleitis”. It’s not intended to be serious, but I hope it touches somebody the same way it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the key of A. It is strictly bass guitar with the addition of drums. No guitar. The tempo is fast paced, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nobleitis” Written by Daniel LaPlante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro: (high pitched)&lt;br /&gt;Scott Noble! [8x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Nobleitis is here!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s catching it!&lt;br /&gt;It’s catching everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Catch a ride &lt;br /&gt;on the Noble train of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Scott Noble is the one!&lt;br /&gt;Scott Noble is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;When you’re around him,&lt;br /&gt;all your sadness is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Verse:&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you see,&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry of anything&lt;br /&gt;Think of Scott to set you free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: (whispered)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s catching it&lt;br /&gt;Vintage telecaster&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's catching it&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana lover&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's catching it&lt;br /&gt;Yellow telecaster&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's catching it&lt;br /&gt;You better run for cover&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's catching it&lt;br /&gt;Blue hightop runners&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's catching it&lt;br /&gt;Given by his mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown: (shouted)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;Scott! (NOBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;Scotttttttttttttttttttt Noble! (Scott Noble, Scott Noble!) [20x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rankin09.tripod.com/noble.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Here's lookin' at you, kid." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106022609024738248?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106022609024738248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106022609024738248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106022609024738248' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106022273780147799</id><published>2003-08-06T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:18:57.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another post? So apparently this blogging stuff's become quite popular amongst some people in the community of associates I have I guess. So I'd just like to say that I was first before all of you! So hah! But there's probably millions of others before me on here. So I can't brag. Let's just lynch the fucking landlord, man, it's really just what we should do. There's gonna be a damn song on this thing later tonight. Straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Tunes spinning: Modest Mouse - Convienent Parking &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106022273780147799?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106022273780147799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106022273780147799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106022273780147799' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561113.post-106014641486212738</id><published>2003-08-05T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:05:59.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The new Blur album is beautiful. That is all. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Blur - Out of Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561113-106014641486212738?l=counterfake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106014641486212738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561113/posts/default/106014641486212738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counterfake.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014641486212738' title=''/><author><name>dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452106352807642297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
