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beats'/><category term='ottawa'/><category term='hoodie'/><category term='downtown'/><title type='text'>the daily dose</title><subtitle type='html'>a dose of useless info, banter, and pointless anecdotes to help you procastinate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-907423676509588016</id><published>2009-05-09T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:02:22.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>140 characters?</title><content type='html'>doing things you said youd never do, leads to things youd never want happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-907423676509588016?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/907423676509588016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=907423676509588016' 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thing.&lt;br /&gt;here's the new Wale, Cool N Dre are a pack of fools for this beat, heard the original a week or two ago, then they added Gaga, Lady. Not sure if I like it better with or without or, but I've gotta assume that now I will get to hear this in the club, and Wale has got to have made the Lady go GaGa.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this link works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/57366032e0fc1282/"&gt;Wale Ft. Lady Gaga-Chillin   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via (&lt;a href="http://nahright.com/news/"&gt;NahRight)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7496850754324256371?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7496850754324256371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7496850754324256371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7496850754324256371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7496850754324256371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/03/chillin.html' title='Chillin...'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-284329234863997322</id><published>2009-03-24T20:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:13:09.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Things Come In Three</title><content type='html'>As anyone who has talked to me ever knows, I am as big a fan of Joel Plaskett as anyone. I have had today penciled in on my calender for months. The release date of something I have never even heard of before, all right there have been many other triple albums released before, but I've never listened to them. I've seen Joel close to ten times live, ran onstage shirtless, talked to him after the show, almost got in a fight at a concert, served Chris Pennel at work...Man I am a stalker. So I will try and tone that down, but I have bought all of Joels albums except In Need of Medical Attention, some more than one copy, and I have only stolen one, he is one of the few artists that I haven't illegally downloaded all their songs I like. I do feel bad about the one time I stole his album, but I feel solace in knowing that it was an original way to do so at the merch booth, where I was so mad about overpaying for a shirt that wouldnt fit becuase they had only girls sizes. In any case I still feel bad, but can live with myself.  Two years ago Ashtray Rock dropped and I hit up the local HMV and bought two copies one for me and one for my bro, both have had many plays.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the album at hand. Nerdily I was up at 1am last night/this morning and bought it on iTunes. Way to beat the lines me. I already thoroughly enjoyed through and through and through, and deny deny deny. The triple album I think works. While I don't see myself listening to it in its' entirety ALL the time, it definitely works as a whole album. While the 3 discs vary in feel they still all flow together. It's LaDeDa meets Ashtray Rock, I always love the Emergency and probably prefer Joel with them live, but I have a soft spot for the relaxing acoustic songs, and the progress Joel has made as a songwriter is evident in every song. I've heard both sides but I am a huge fan of the addition of Ana Egge, and Rose Cousins as background singers. It's a very collaborative effort, but each collaboration is natural and works perfectly with the album. It is also very Nova Scotian, the tin whistle, violin, and seaside feel shine, letting us now that while Joel travels around his heart is still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything bad to say so I will end this with some of my favorite tracks, you can hear them on his &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joelplaskett1"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; streaming, or go download it on iTunes like me or hit your favorite record store if its still in business. My favorite songs right now on it...&lt;br /&gt;Deny, Deny, Deny,&lt;br /&gt;Safe in Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;New Scotland Blues&lt;br /&gt;All The Way Down The Line&lt;br /&gt;Through and Through and Through&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 on iTunes right now.. big ups from the dose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-284329234863997322?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/284329234863997322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=284329234863997322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/284329234863997322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/284329234863997322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-things-come-in-three.html' title='Great Things Come In Three'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6275272525499135312</id><published>2009-03-08T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:30:17.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>podcasting?</title><content type='html'>i have started podcasting sorry its not perfectly audio levelled and stuff but its a WIP&lt;br /&gt;http://switchpod.com/users/dehman/feed.xml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6275272525499135312?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6275272525499135312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6275272525499135312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6275272525499135312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6275272525499135312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/03/podcasting.html' title='podcasting?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5028557913671092200</id><published>2009-02-22T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:58:07.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oscar picks 2009</title><content type='html'>Its that time of year again, Oscar time. Before I get started much like the last couple years I’ll mention my dream of getting the Dannis off the ground, I continue to bitch about the irrelevance of some of todays awards, save the Geminis of course. So another year another year without Dannis, so without that I guess I will stick to what I do best, bullshitting my way to a semi respectable percentage of correct picks in the hopes of someday living the dream of a primetime oscar special. As per the norm I have seen far from all of these movies, but use my pre-conceived judgements about the ones I haven’t.  So without further ado I will get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going in the order that I have the nominations so if there is any dramatic effect to the way they are listed thank the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for listing in it exciting order, if not, fuck them, bunch of snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role.&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw all but one of the performances nominated for this category, this actually makes it tougher since I liked most of them a lot. I didn’t see The Reader, but I have never heard of Richard Jenkins before so I will just write him off. I want to say Mickey Rourke here, because I think he has a good shot, but in this case I will not go for who I think will win but who I would choose. Sean Penn in Milk. Out of all the Oscar vehicles Milk was I think the first one I got to take for a drive, and it might be my favorite. I hadn’t heard much hype about it and got to see it with a blank slate going in. Sean Penn was inspirational in completely becoming someone else. You can see Mickey Rourke in the Randy the Ram, but there is only Harvey Milk in Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role:&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe that that shithole of a movie Tropic Thunder got an Oscar nod even if it was for the infinitely likable Robert Downey Jr. I liked Emile Hirsch in Milk too, but he didn’t get a nod. I predict he’ll have a trophy within five years. I didn’t mention anything about the winner here because Heath is as much of a sure thing as there ever was. The role killed him. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;br /&gt;I only saw one of these movies, Changeling, it didn’t get my whole attention because I watched it in Ottawa Airport while my plane was delayed, even still it didn’t blow my mind enough to think she has a shot at winning. Part of me wants to go with the gorgeous Anne Hathaway, but I will give it to Kate Winslet because I heard that she bares it all for this movie and you gotta respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;br /&gt;Marisa Tomei is a goddess, the only unbelievable part in the Wrestler was when the stupid punks didn’t want a lap dance from her. She could model paper bags for me and I would buy them. I voted against The Wrestler for best actor, so I have to give it some love here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E. I stopped watching after 20 boring minutes without a word. But Dan Mack raved about it and I was watching it under horrendous circumstances with a couple of impatient buggers, after a big night. To put things into perspective we chose to watch MTV all day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Direction.&lt;br /&gt;The Duchess. This movie only got two nods, and the other was in costume. Its a period piece so I assume they had some good art direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t get a best picture nod which was surprising so I will vote for the cinematically stunning Dark Night in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume Design&lt;br /&gt;Again I will go with the Duchess I can see two meaningless Oscars on the DVD sleeve already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt go with Slumdog. The directing style for this story was enthralling, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats until the very end, Dan Mack tells me Danny Boyle has paid his dues, and it takes one Danny to know one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary&lt;br /&gt;I only saw one of these movies and it was breathtaking. Man on Wire was suspenseful and the images were unbelievable. It was a documentary that could easily be made into a dramatic film. I don’t see a whole lot of documentaries but this one is my pick. However it is far from a good choice for a post-party viewing, unlike The Hidden World of Secret Societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary Short&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no inkling for this category, so I am going to go with The Witness because it brings back memories of The Wire, and reminds me that if you go around witnessing shit you end up 6 feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film Editing&lt;br /&gt;Film editing is hard work, I can attest to that. I am going to go with Frost/Nixon here I really liked the editing and how they were able to treat certain parts like an interview and mix in real footage as well, I also think Frost/Nixon is bound to win some trophies and I haven’t picked it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;br /&gt;I have only heard of two of these movies, The Class and Waltz with Bashir. I want to see them both a lot though, and I have heard oodles of good things about them both. However I think it will go to Waltz With Bashir, especially with the todays renewed struggles in Israel, the Academy will no doubt Waltz With Bashir.&lt;br /&gt;Make-Up&lt;br /&gt;Wish this award could go to Lady Gaga for the makeup on her poker face, but I will instead award it too Benjamin Button for creepily making Brad Pitt look like a decrepit old man and a bonafied sex symbol all in the same movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;I want to go with Danny Elfman because I recognize his name, but the score from Milk does not stand out in my mind, I do however remember the music from Slumdog Millionaire and how fitting and perfect it was for the movie. So I will give it to AR Rahman of Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Song&lt;br /&gt;This should clearly be awarded to The Wrestler by the Boss, who wasn’t even nominated, so instead I will give it to Peter Gabriel because he knows how to make hits, and these trophies often go to the big animated Disney film who pulls out someone from Genesis to make a song for them. Plus Peter Gabriel is a bad ass who refused to play the Oscars because they wanted him to cut his song short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated Short&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have a clue about any of these but I will go with Presto, because its made by Pixar, and I hear good things about Pixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Action Short&lt;br /&gt;New Boy sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound Editing&lt;br /&gt;I want to say Wanted because that movie was surprisingly amazing. But no way it wins an Oscar. I’m going to go with Wall-E again because it managed to go on for 20 minutes with no dialogue and only sound. So thats gotta count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Effects&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man was great, but The Dark Knight was better, so I am going with the Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted Screenplay&lt;br /&gt;Frost-Nixon took a play and real life interview and made it into a great movie, adaptation at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Screenplay&lt;br /&gt;Milk was quite possibly my favorite movie of the year so I’m going with Milk.&lt;br /&gt;It’s also good for your bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved best picture for last despite the order I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture&lt;br /&gt;I saw all of the nominated movies except for The Reader. I think the Batman deserved some props, but what can you do.  Benjamin Button was only so-so if you ask me. Frost/Nixon was great but I don’t think it has the legs for a best picture nod. Milk was also incredible but I think it has to go to Slumdog Millionaire a heartwarming movie which I liked a lot, but did not get the same blank slate that was afforded to me pre-Milk. I went in with the notion that it was God’s gift to cinema. Expecting every single scene to be pure genius sort of hurt my enjoyment of it. But it was the movie of the year, and therefore the Best Picture of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these picks turn out, and until next year when I will do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5028557913671092200?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5028557913671092200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5028557913671092200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5028557913671092200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5028557913671092200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-picks-2009.html' title='oscar picks 2009'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8357167999260841929</id><published>2009-02-09T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:19:36.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Campaign Appeals to ME</title><content type='html'>thanks to kanye flo rida flight of the conchords, fleetwood mac, rick ross, and soulja boi, and especially sarah and dan mack for helping out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/578572664485"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/578572664485" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/578572664485"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/578572664485" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8357167999260841929?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8357167999260841929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8357167999260841929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8357167999260841929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8357167999260841929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-campaign-appeals-to-me.html' title='This Campaign Appeals to ME'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8810388882983481164</id><published>2009-01-25T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:23:46.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you want a piece of me?</title><content type='html'>It would seem to me that one major technological advance made in recent times that has had a huge effect on most of the population but hasn’t really been mentioned is the mass distribution of digital cameras. At least in my lifetime i remember a time where not everyone could afford a digital camera and if you could there was no real way you could share the results. A home print job looked nothing like a glossy print from your local photoshop. there was also no real way you could match the feeling of cracking open one of those little photo folders and quickly peeling through all the pictures. Looking for your favorite ones and then thinking about how ridiculous the people developing the pictures must think you are.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SX0sonwmoDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mqq9uXJcMgg/s1600-h/Spiderman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SX0sonwmoDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mqq9uXJcMgg/s320/Spiderman.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295437813236801586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only quick way to show your friends pictures immediately after taking them were those cheap poloroid cameras that printed mini pictures, sometimes in sticker format. Most of these pictures came out blurry and looking like a mess of blurs, and smudging of colors akin to how spinning around in circles.Its no wonder when you picture someone shaking it like a poloroid picture images of these picture stamps don’t come rushing to your head.&lt;br /&gt;There was also the great feeling of having to wait for the pictures to be developed and not knowing what surprises lay in store for you when you saw them all.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also got to believe that while I wasn’t doing any real celebrating during these times that, people were less reluctant to let loose and have a great time. Sure someone with a camera might snag a shot of you during a compromising situation, but even if they did worse thing that could really happen was they might pull it out on a double date, or at another party. These days one picture posted for all to see, might shame someone for a week. Or for longer. You never know which friend of a friend might see you on their newsfeed. If i have my shit straight, there are even people who get paid to creep around looking up these peoples candids. Thanks to the digital camera and the like.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are brave enough to say who gives a fuck and act like they would anyways, and to them i salute you. Pictures are still great and sharing them is fun to...Just as long as people don’t act like they’re always on camera. Maybe the days of pictures being passed around by hand are all but forgotten, but that doesn’t mean we always have to act like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8810388882983481164?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8810388882983481164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8810388882983481164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8810388882983481164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8810388882983481164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-want-piece-of-me.html' title='you want a piece of me?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SX0sonwmoDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mqq9uXJcMgg/s72-c/Spiderman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6313038277191945330</id><published>2009-01-21T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:54:03.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>probably some sort of joke...lauren nelson part II?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/151928343_94cd0c3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 394px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/151928343_94cd0c3686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i just the most gullible person or is this somewhat plausible?&lt;br /&gt;probably just some sort of hoax/joke&lt;br /&gt;but is&lt;a href="http://www.thefader.com/articles/2009/1/21/is-ryan-leslie-a-sacha-baron-cohen-character"&gt; Ryan Leslie, Sacha Baron Cohen?&lt;/a&gt; check it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2550916&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2550916&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;How It Was Supposed To Be (Military Version)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user290806"&gt;Ryan Leslie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6313038277191945330?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6313038277191945330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6313038277191945330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6313038277191945330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6313038277191945330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2009/01/probably-some-sort-of-jokelauren-nelson.html' title='probably some sort of joke...lauren nelson part II?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/151928343_94cd0c3686_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8268386474340271244</id><published>2008-12-28T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:54:03.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>someone PLEASE invent this for mankind</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing a lot of soul searching, and with Big Head Joe I came up with an invention that should already be available. A portable STD tester. We figure that there must be a large conspiracy from pharmaceutical companies. It seems to me that in this day and age where you can have a breathalyzer on your keychain, or a pregnancy test at home, why not STDs. It could have saved Magic Johnson from getting AIDs, it could save YOU! Sure you would probably feel like a huge skank if you tested before sex, and it might ruin the mood, but safety first! The vision is a card like tester that could easily fit in your wallet, you test it with a rub or something, and it turns color if there's something wrong, then you dispose of it after, sure it couldn't be 100% accurate, but I bet it could be a life saver! If anyone even has an inkling of how to do this they should.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8268386474340271244?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8268386474340271244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8268386474340271244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8268386474340271244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8268386474340271244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/12/someone-please-invent-this-for-mankind.html' title='someone PLEASE invent this for mankind'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8223397280346976932</id><published>2008-12-26T15:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:32:53.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belt System</title><content type='html'>Since the birth of Jesus Christ, men have been boasting about their sexual conquests, God started it all by telling anyone with ears that He had managed to knock a girl up without even busting a nut. Since these days the average dude doesn't have a friend named Moses to brag to that can be trusted to spread the word, he is stuck to shooting the shit with his boys. These days girls even get into it, or at least the minimal knowledge I have on that topic has led me to this conclusion. While I used to think that girls were always looking to settle down, or avoid boys, it appears that they go out on the prowl too. I've even seen them take it to the next level with a chart tracking their conquests, and to that I say bravo. If that's what the Spice Girls meant by "girl power" I have no problem being a tick on the board. But to guys it's always been about the notch on your belt. These days though numbers don't mean everything. You can't tell the worth of a man by the number of notches on his belt, because he just might have been lucky enough to only need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/dehman24/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mr. Miyagi and the Karate Kid had it right after all. You sure could size a man up by the color on is belt, be it a chump with a white belt, or a master with a black, a glance at their belt could leave you cowering with fear or brimming with confidence. And when you don't even have to talk shit to brag, why should you waste your breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of that, me and Mr. Blurb himself, in his first contribution to the dose, have concocted a new belt system. Loosely based on the karate belts you earn, but without as much ass kicking (we hope) you can get all your belts before you die. Some aren't for everyone but there is definitely one for everyone. And if no one else understands why you are wearing a orange belt, at the dome at least it will still keep your pants up. So without further ado...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU2hWmZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/G5tMzJ4c_Ws/s1600-h/karateKidDM2805_468x732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU2hWmZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/G5tMzJ4c_Ws/s320/karateKidDM2805_468x732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284189684419384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps... the order they have been written in does not necessarily correspond with the difficulty or frequency of obtaining the belt in real life, we did try to keep some continuity in keeping with the traditions of my favorite arts. Martial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps...these are unisex belts forgive my chauvinist nature if i am only writing from a male's point of view. I'm hoping to work out a deal with American Apparel, to sell the belts, because their unisex section definitely needs more belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Belt System&lt;/div&gt;The White Belt- In a perfect world you would only get this belt after marriage, but alas that is not the case in the real world. The white belt is the first step en route to others, it is not always easy to get, but by losing your V-Card you can wear it for the first time. Also feel free to rock it as a throwback whenever you have been out popping cherries. While I discourage fucking virgins for non-physical/emotional reasons, in many cultures it is the only way to go. Check out "We Fuck Virgins" by Necro if you want a more graphic depiction through song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Yellow Belt&lt;/span&gt;-I wanted to avoid this to avoid offending anyone, but even after minutes of brainstorming we could not come up with a better way of getting your yellow belt. The only way is by fucking an Asian. We had some troubles because it might be hard to differentiate and we didn't want to discriminate more than we already had, but blurb quickly realized that he " cannot imagine someone sitting at their computer saying..."but does that mean i got a yellow belt? i fucked a chick from afghanistan"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU3fejT9sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ei9Np6bQkW4/s1600-h/600afghanistan_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU3fejT9sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ei9Np6bQkW4/s320/600afghanistan_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284190751705790146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Orange Belt&lt;/span&gt;-This is a belt I hope none of you ever have to receive but from stories I have heard it can be one of the greatest sexual experiences out there. But that really only stems from watching "Arrested Development" and other TV shows or movies. Getting your orange belt is only achieved by conjugal visit sex. There is no better status symbol to rock in prison than a orange belt. It goes perfectly with your orange jump suit, and you can't get it by simple prison rape. But beware who you wear this belt in front of because you might encourage the prison rape, or even worse give your haters not only a way to murder you but also a way to make it look like suicide, just ask D'Angelo Barksdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU29EOl0FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qeBcViuN9lY/s1600-h/dangelobarksdale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU29EOl0FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qeBcViuN9lY/s320/dangelobarksdale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284190160524005458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Red Belt&lt;/span&gt;-Definitely not for everyone the red belt might even gross you out. But rocking the red belt out on the town lets a lady know that you are comfortable with her femininity, for girls wearing it, it lets dudes know the only excuse for not having sex with them is that you straight up AINT down. This is having sex on the dot in case you missed it. Can be messy, but there's not a whole lot you can't solve without "club soda and salt." but I recommend not even taking a chance and wearing your white belt on this occasion. Also I have read somewhere that it is good for cramps, and I know it's either a time where you can't get pregnant or you can very easily get pregnant, so if anyone cares to find that out you can either get the kid you always wanted, or get free reign to fuck without a jacket. (Assuming you've been tested for venereal diseases, and only failed the test for a menstrual bleed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The Green Belt&lt;/span&gt;- (Hooker Sex) Tom Cruise made it OK in "Risky Business," it's even legal in places like Las Vegas, (I think, Blurb says definitely NOT) Germany, Amsterdam, so why not share it with your buddies that you dropped a little green to get a little love, Elliot Spitzer taught us that you can't keep it a secret anyways so don't hide it. We both originally thought most people wouldn't want to share getting a green belt but both agreed that we probably would share it with friends shamefully with a sheepish smile, and if there was a belt we would definitely brag about it, especially if we got a good deal. So fuck Snoop Dogg, pimps down, Hos up, we are all for a safe sex trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU8aMJ8RNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FraOszD7ZZg/s1600-h/we+got+the+hooch+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU8aMJ8RNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FraOszD7ZZg/s320/we+got+the+hooch+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284196158426334418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Purple Belt&lt;/span&gt;-Not to be confused with your first love making session listening to Prince's epic "Purple Rain" this belt is definitely one for a minority. Whether you get it through a bi-curious faze in college, or you are flat out gay, it's all fine by me. Katy Perry got us all tired of her bi-curious boasts, I think we could all agree that we could hear "I Kissed a Girl" a bit less and she could just rock a purple belt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU7Td6iQwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-e-ODw7c56w/s1600-h/The+Gentle+Island+teet+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU7Td6iQwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-e-ODw7c56w/s320/The+Gentle+Island+teet+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284194943422841602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Blue Belt&lt;/span&gt;-Some people may never get this one either, it is more of a to each his own, but how do you really know without trying. Fucking a whale gets you a blue belt this will probably be the only belt that doesn't fit unless you use a screwdriver and poke a hole in it to make it fit. Most humanitarians agree that every beached whale deserves a chance to swim, so why not do a bit of charitable work and push it back to sea, just be careful not to poke the blow hole too long or it might explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU511r-8sI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JFrU09Vo8mM/s1600-h/Queens+does+Hull+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU511r-8sI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JFrU09Vo8mM/s320/Queens+does+Hull+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284193334896554690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Brown Belt&lt;/span&gt;- Sex with Sue has taught us all to be careful when acquiring the brown belt because pooper sex can be very painful slash dangerous, the body doesn't naturally lube up there so make sure to bring your own. It's not meant for sex but naturally us humans do not take no for an answer and insist on fucking any hole available, otherwise threesomes just wouldn't work. The brown belt isn't for everyone but it does conveniently look nice with a purple belt or on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Belt-The black belt is a good way to close things out because once you go black you never go back., or so the saying goes. Its especially hard for white dudes to get this belt because of the opening line, assuming girls start with chocolate, vanilla can be a very tough sell. But life would be no fun if it was too easy. So with the most prestigious belt, comes a level of dedication and work that is not for every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Belt System is by no means finished, and we will continue to update if we can think of anything worthy enough to tie around our waists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8223397280346976932?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8223397280346976932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8223397280346976932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8223397280346976932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8223397280346976932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/12/belt-system.html' title='The Belt System'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SVU2hWmZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/G5tMzJ4c_Ws/s72-c/karateKidDM2805_468x732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7203692420525641715</id><published>2008-12-23T04:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:40:45.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DA worst way to wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey everyone or anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in these holidays times many a party are had...and&lt;/div&gt;Generally after a night out on the town, party-hopping, or just enjoying a little special sauce amongst friends you wake up feeling less than fresh. Levels of hungoverness can vary from a pleasantly surprising non-hangover, to the famous "I'm never drinking again" hangover. It often seems as if the worse ones come when you really can't afford to have them, whether it be work the next day or school, the big man up stairs is a vengeful bitch.  Usually however even when it hits rock bottom you can shake it by the evening, or at least you have great company to try and piece together whatever shenanigans you got yourself into. There are hundreds of old wives tales to avoid hangovers unfortunately this blog is not written by an old wife, but i can give you my advice to to try and avoid or cure the dreaded disease, and the cause of countless hours of lost production in the workforce by students all over the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK we all learned in PDR/DPS abstinence is the best way to prevent STDs and pregnancy, so i am going to assume that it works for hangovers too, but I think its safe to assume anyone reading this blog will have the same reaction to some 55 year old woman with 3 kids telling us not to have sex, as you would to me telling you not to drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once you have got to the point where abstinence is not going to happen there are a few things, you can do to try and minimize the damage. I like to mix with vitamin water but this is probably just a placebo effect, and great marketing by them. Red bull is definitely something that mixing with will cause you to wake up early jittery and feeling so much worse than without. First off common sense says to drink in moderation. Sometimes common sense stops chatting with you and things can get out of hand. If this is the case the best best is to drink water, commonly told but rarely done, have a glass or two before bed, but don't pass out and rehydrate your sheets. Another idea is to chomp on some bread, or whatever goodness you can find in the kitchen. If your into the chemical route here I've had good experiences with gravol before bed. Most importantly avoid night caps at all costs. There is really no good reason to come back from the bars and continue drinking at home. You are just asking for a howlitzer at that point. Another hangover amplifier is smoking, whether it be victory cigars, or a quick cig, the pasty taste of booze in your mouth the next morning is bad enough without making your mouth taste like an ashtray. Also if at all possible avoid getting in a fight, there is nothing worse than a hangover worsened by intense pains from blunt force trauma because they are a longer lasting bitch to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have gotten past all this and still wake up feeling like you went to bed on a carnival ride, there are a few helpful tips. First off, steal one of those 1 litre mugs from A&amp;amp;W they make for great morning glasses you can fill it with ice and water and minimize refills, second, try adn eat while your still buzzin, it helps a lot. Third don't go to an amusement park, that is one of the worst things you can ever do when feeling ill. A good shower can help, i've heard good things about sweating it out but I'm not huge into it. Personally other just getting out and doing something, or going the complete opposite route and completely vegging out are my two go-to's. Curl up on the couch with your favorite sweats and a season of your favorite show, Gossip Girl, Californication, Entourage, anything that glorifies the party life is good because it motivates you and makes you feel less bad about your current state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The all time crucial thing is to laugh and hang out with your pals, nothing beats a hysterical lunch or brunch with your compadres, and if the people in your section aren't uncomfortable sitting by you, your night was probably a bust.  So laugh it up the old couple in the booth behind you can go eat at home if they don't wanna hear about your night. Caesars are also good for the time but generally make you feel worse later, especially if you have them in multiples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all though I don't have a sweet clue what works, to avoid, cure, or even diagnose a hang over. It seems to me it's all chance anyways so just have a good time. What the fuck do i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays from da daily dose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7203692420525641715?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7203692420525641715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7203692420525641715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7203692420525641715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7203692420525641715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-worst-way-to-wake-up.html' title='DA worst way to wake up'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2765527312367981129</id><published>2008-12-08T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:25:15.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old habits die hard...</title><content type='html'>I make a habit out of not following my own credos, sayings, and advice. This some would say is a terrible way to live your life, but I'm not entirely sure I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if no sooner can I say that I will never do something, that I end up doing it the next possible chance.  I think if I had a running tally of all the things I said I would do, and all the things I would never do, I might have done more on the never side. It would at least be close. Maybe there's a good reason that you should "never say never." I am tempted to say i will never say never again. But I know I could never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and strenuous long distance relationship through my first few years of University, that ultimately fell apart, after the distance was reduced, I said to anyone that would listen that "I will never be in a long distance relationship again," all of the cliches about how difficult are very true. My friends can all attest to some of my ridiculous behaviour throughout these times, maybe those tales are best saved for later. All the same I did not regret it but thought I should learn from my experiences. So I made a blanket statement condoning it. Not six months later, I find myself interested in someone who was leaving, it was like rain on my wedding day. And then next thing I know I was seeing someone else who by many classifications lived a pretty long distance from me, but things happen ifor mysterious reasons. And i guess i have come to the conclusion that, to learn from your mistake does not neccesarily mean you should avoid any situation like it...and realizing that 80 kilometers is a lot shorter than 800, and maybe if the area code rule doesnt come into play that the LDR one shouldnt either.&lt;br /&gt;Some other self advice I have failed to heed, is my spilly talking. for fucks sake I don't think I will ever get over that...&lt;br /&gt;One too many glasses of mine and I stop thinking and start rambling. the flood gates open wide and  and next thing I know im passed out with a phone in my ear and a calling voice on the other end.  is this a habit or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;i'll say its just me for now... so ill live with it. becuase fuck it what good are rules if they were never broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2765527312367981129?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2765527312367981129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2765527312367981129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2765527312367981129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2765527312367981129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='old habits die hard...'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4789773785039875121</id><published>2008-11-14T15:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:45:59.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Eats: what you eat don't make me shit</title><content type='html'>We all like to go out and have a good time on the weekends, some peoples weekends even start during the week. Heck some people don’t even have a real week, some people just party all the time. I think that’s what Michael Stipe was talking about when he wrote “It’s The End of The Week as we know it” or was that even how the song goes? So whenever you are out having fun and getting’ silly like Soulja Boi, the night is bound to come to an end at some point. At this point there is something that even manorexics like me can’t resist; stuffing my face with a variety of late night snacks.&lt;br /&gt;It’s common knowledge that you shouldn’t go to bed with an empty stomach and a full head, if you want to get a good night’s sleep. So why not double up for the best night of sleeping in your life and since you have already emptied your head of any common sense why not fill your body with something greasy and good, and chances are you might feel a bit better in the morning because of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268596089496482978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SR3QOqtzNKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PCVwe3d8eJ8/s400/some+whiteout+shots+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things to remember here, cooking at the end of the night is always fun, but can be very dangerous and chances are you will not be happy with yourself in the morning because your kitchen will look like Afghanistan., but to each his own. Pre-made wings, and things of that variety are good to make at home and you can usually limit the mess. Bacon eggs are always pretty easy too. Also beware when cooking because you are liable to pass out with an oven or stove on and burn your house down. Another tendency is to make way to much, if I woke up and found a plate of 6 pizza pops on a plate in some random place in the house, it wouldn’t be the first time, also wouldn’t be the last. I’ve also woken up with taquitos in my hands, ears, on my tummy and in my belly. I felt like a taco bell commercial. So just try and keep your wits about you when cooking at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Safer bet is to try my top 3 choices for drunk-food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza Corner: You literally can’t go wrong with pizza corner, three great choices for places to get a slice, and while it is debatable which has the best, you’re grasping for straws trying to find any major difference between Sicilian, KOD or the other place. I personally prefer Sicilian for its loud music and great atmosphere chances are you will find someone you know there chowing down too. I recommend the BBQ it’s very hit or miss but when it’s on, IT’S ON. Also boosted police presence is always a good thing to avoid any scuffles when people start crying about spilt donair sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268594934707679922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SR3PLcyscrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1U-R0c3mH7o/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Revannas: A D-Town favorite a place where you can always get great service, my favorite pizza girl works there, she is da best hands down. And doesn’t shy away from photo ops either. Cops have agreed with me that this is the best place to get a donair, they have some kick to them and my girl will make them custom however you like. Slime also always raves about their pizza sub, all though it often tends to be more like a rant. There is however an unfortunate downside of revannas. A lot of jerk cabs don’t like to stop there to get your fix. So unless you’re at the Celtic Corner, you are probably going to really have to inconvenience yourself to get to it. They are also open very random hours sometimes you can call them at 3 AM and they will deliver you whatever you like like T.I. but other times they will answer and take your order only to leave you patiently waiting in your living room until 4:30 before finally tossing in the towel. The other problem is it is in a slightly sketch part of town for pedestrian visits. You might run into a couple of wanksters trying to start something because you were staring at them sideways. And these kinds of people don’t take very kindly to you offering them a bite of your donair. Then in the streets there are also punk kids. And you can find yourself in the back of a paddy wagon on the way to the hospital staring at your thumb because it’s sideways. And you are regretting going outside to check on your boys without first getting a donair. All that without even mentioning the fact that the next morning you get one of the worst hangovers known to man. The donair hangover. And that spicy donair meat doesn’t come up as nice as it goes down. But despite all of these awful things that can happen I keep coming back. Revannas is an abusive husband that you always keep going back too because he is just so damn good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268595459644692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SR3PqAVbmLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PLMUr5N1-Ng/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Street Meat-Hot dog shanties are littered around almost every city. Nothing soothes a tipsy tummy like a sausage with all the fix’ns. A particular favorite shanty of mine is the one out front of the dome, you can bounce from the dome grab a sausage scarf it and be back DFMing like nobodies business. Just think about bringing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention goes to the old Apple Barrel. Before that place shut down it was a solid place to go after the dome until any hour of the night, and they even had breakfast food. Unfortunately those bitch waitresses won’t serve mussels. They must have gone out of business from too many dine and dashes from drunken fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really bold you can try more than one option of these in one night. The street meat pizza combo double team is always a solid choice. And remember that eating when you are drunk is almost always easier than the next morning when you are hung over. If you choose the kitchen be careful. And go out there and find food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Sleep and be REAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4789773785039875121?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4789773785039875121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4789773785039875121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4789773785039875121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4789773785039875121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-night-eats-what-they-dont-teach.html' title='Late Night Eats: what you eat don&apos;t make me shit'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SR3QOqtzNKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PCVwe3d8eJ8/s72-c/some+whiteout+shots+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-858304457236028554</id><published>2008-11-14T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:33:28.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN"T beleive it</title><content type='html'>they got Justin Timberlake on a remix sayyyy whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...even doin his dirt on the vocoder.  man I wasn't a huge fan of the original at first but I gotta say it's grown on me and with the addition of mr. sexy back i gotta say I am down. this is definitely a song worth laying on a tick with a lil lady. unfortunatly little wayne fell off the track to make room for JT, and so he could go play guitar in Kid Rock's band. Can't wait for JT to come out with a new album he's my BOI.&lt;br /&gt;check it out yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibe.com/news/music/2008/11/tpain_featuring_justin_timberlake_cant_believe_it_remix/"&gt;T-Pain feat. Justin Timberlake: "Can't Believe It (Remix)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-858304457236028554?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/858304457236028554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=858304457236028554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/858304457236028554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/858304457236028554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-beleive-it.html' title='I CAN&quot;T beleive it'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3688556537156746615</id><published>2008-11-14T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:19:55.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>double dosin</title><content type='html'>things are going to be changing up a bit over the next few days, we're bringing on another writer to the daily dose so now not only do you get blog, but there will be mr. Blurb. Giving yuo all the blurbs a brother (or sister) can want. more content. more ways to waste time. with exam time coming i figured it was the least i could do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3688556537156746615?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3688556537156746615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3688556537156746615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3688556537156746615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3688556537156746615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-dosin.html' title='double dosin'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5323500420980812336</id><published>2008-11-12T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:16:07.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spilly talkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt_tuN00CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZmMa1zsuUJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267944612616785954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt_tuN00CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZmMa1zsuUJ0/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; a spilly talker! Well at least that’s what those Alexander Keith’s ads have led us to believe. Heaven forbid a drop of beer spills and that crazy old man loses his mind as if someone raided his kiddy porn stash. While this is a problem, to most sane people you don’t cry alone spilled milk, let alone spilt white Russians. Heck a little booze on your clothes just reminds you of what happened last night. In any case the real problem when it comes to spilly talking is when you start spilling your guts. Booze you can clean up. Guts leave a mess. Sometimes one that has lasting impressions, sometimes the other person might be as spilly as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267943960938288178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt_HyhkFDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/14rZ36Uv-fY/s320/some+whiteout+shots+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The H2H is probably the original, people have been getting messed up and saying way too much. The good thing about this method is you rarely meet someone who will have a vivid memory of what was said and there is some reciprocity. Usually in these cases the next morning there is an unspoken agreement not to mention the chats of the previous night. Think the morning after Superbad, but not necessarily in the same bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic and always classy maybe most popular method today is drunk dialing. This method is generally good especially if dialing another drunkie. Long distance loves are kept afloat this way, these dials can also cause some serious annoyances with late night wake ups which can just piss you off. But they are a necessary evil, all though be careful here when your dialing your celly because that shit gets expensive, 100 dollars saved from long distance charges on your celly could by a lot of dollar drinks. So skype it up. It’s also great for chatting with friends across the country not just the ones that sleep with you. Just be prepared for some razzing if you call a sober friend and start raving, also its generally not a good idea to make calls while walking down Gottingen alone, after telling one of your best friends that “It’s OVER.” Chances are things get way to emotional and you will probably never live it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267942694495099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt9-Ep-meI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ir1_kjhP_jA/s320/30-09-06_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By extension of drunk dialing there is drunk txting and drunk sexting. This is always a bad call because you have the option of seeing all the stupid shit you wrote the night before in the morning. While it is often a funny experience, the other person can do the same thing and some of that stuff is not meant to see the light of day. Thankfully cell phones have implemented some sort of security feature that stops all txts from making sense when you are TDTT. (Too drunk to TXT) So you just send jibberish that no one can make any sense of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267942037105331762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt9XzsCzjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uuHPmFHlu2M/s320/holyhull+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even worse method of spilly talking is whipping out facebooking, and msning. This is the ultimate worst forum because all ya bidness out there for the millions of creepers. And most people don’t need to see those 4:00 am wall posts professing your love, missing, sadness, or joy, looking for booty calls or just nonsense questions trying to find some kind of fucking medicine man. There is however probably the greatest potential for humour here, and you can delete some stuff but the trail is very hard to completely cover so be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably one of the worst offenders I know for all of these things. One to many Perrier and vodkas and I start gushing like a teenage girl at a Jonas Brothers concert. So just be warned if you don’t like spilly talkers DO not answer your phone after 2AM. One thing that can be helpful if you have an ounce of sense left when flaming on facebook or email is to pull the anger management method and write the letter, but leave it till the morning when you’ve cooled down, or sobered up. This way you get to laugh at your inner thoughts without having to share them with your latest crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don’t forget the kitteh laffin when your caught. And be careful when you puke on your phone it does serious damage and smells really bad when you answer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5323500420980812336?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5323500420980812336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5323500420980812336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5323500420980812336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5323500420980812336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/spilly-talkers.html' title='spilly talkers'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRt_tuN00CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZmMa1zsuUJ0/s72-c/IMG_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3065279153737757949</id><published>2008-11-11T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:44:30.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin da beats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been jammin to some random stuff, so I thought i would just drop some on y'all like a bag of bricks. While it's way past super hot and new I am loving Saturdays = Youth by M83, definitely chillin out vibe to it. The new Q-Tip album the rennaisance is a throwback to the love movement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other  love music news check out the new kanye west, mr love lockdown has leaked some more new shit. not as good as &lt;a href="http://stereogum.com/archives/new-kanye-west-anyway_032621.html"&gt;Anyways&lt;/a&gt;, which is my favorite of the leaked tracks, but this new one features the snowman himself Young Jeezy spitting a couple verses. Can't wait to hear actualy album quality tunes when it comes out in two weeks. but here it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267502912341228866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRnt_YdvPUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kgKacFRDJh0/s320/jeezykanye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's A&lt;a href="http://www.thefader.com/articles/2008/11/11/freeload-kanye-west-f-young-jeezy-amazing"&gt;mazing&lt;/a&gt;. Yeezy and Jeezy just chilling driving slow and keeping it real. whoever broke Ye's heart is a real cold hearted bitch! I wanna see that kanye smile again and not just from blurb aka dan mack. anyways Im gonna put my jacob on and head back to hali. Further hijinx to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3065279153737757949?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3065279153737757949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3065279153737757949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3065279153737757949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3065279153737757949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/feelin-da-beats.html' title='feelin da beats'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRnt_YdvPUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kgKacFRDJh0/s72-c/jeezykanye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-1482329931655438702</id><published>2008-11-05T15:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:38:08.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>staking a claim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRIB8vwVhMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JudUrHasdkc/s1600-h/obama-surf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265273057472513218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRIB8vwVhMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JudUrHasdkc/s320/obama-surf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before I get to it just want to say Big ups to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becuase&lt;/span&gt; what kind of blogger would I be if i didn't. You know it's time for change when Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeezy&lt;/span&gt; is convinced to stop rapping about &lt;em&gt;thug&lt;/em&gt; motivation and make an album about the recession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back from that very slight political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interuption&lt;/span&gt; to things only slightly less pertinent to the confused souls around the world. what do you do when you find out that a prospect you have been mining has a previous stake laid out on it. you have a few options, first and fore most you can go to war, punish the stakeholder until they admit defeat and allow your conquest to be completed. for these fiery soul i hope you have prepared yourself for a time of great strife and sacrifice, and hopefully it turns out to be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265270407242726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRH_ie4UPPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/g0AstGv7OgQ/s320/world+war+3+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next plausible option is to silently get yours and keep it on the the down low hoping that secret will remain just that. this is a potentially very dangerous move, and can most certainly lead to bad things when the inevitable happens and you secret blows up in your face like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blumpkin&lt;/span&gt; gone horribly wrong. if this is your plan i hope to god you have a good disguise. some might call this also trying to have your cake and eat it too, i have been a proponent of trying to have cake and eat it too, starting to realize that its quite a difficult endeavour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265271209250602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRIARKl5PYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EMcx-F_ISlA/s320/postin+up+in+o+town+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can also try to negotiate some sort of treaty, or finally you can just back off the hill, and leave things to settle themselves, this is surely the safest route for most everyone, leads to no drama and is also the scenario that plays out the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now that you know your options, how does this even happen... and in case you were still in the dark, i will tell you straight up that i am not talking about mining gold or even any other mineral or metal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not talking about claiming land in the name of our fore fathers. I am talking about the long and arduous process of dealing with staking some sort of claim on a lucky lady or handsome devil that you have set your sights on. things can get extremely complicated when this happens, we've all seen the sitcoms and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coms&lt;/span&gt;, dedicated to warning us about it but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; listens. it all starts rather innocently you see a girl or boy you like, you start putting your moves on, maybe get a date, who knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hwo&lt;/span&gt; things could go, maybe things stop before you even get to have a date, but your still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crushin&lt;/span&gt;, maybe things get really serious. maybe you break up. the question becomes at what... if any point is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt; to try and get the in on the low. this all get fudged up with the added complication that pretty much everyone has an opinion on what is continued to be a good grace period, or is it always going to be "too soon" like a princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diana&lt;/span&gt; joke. and really who can tell you who you can love or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;generally guys, i think we have these things under control a little better in this department, call me sexist, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chauvinist&lt;/span&gt;, or a pig, but for the most part a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; call out claims until he has at least had a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DFM&lt;/span&gt; go down, maybe this is all complete hooey and guys just keep things on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; way more and have good luck with it. but from my experience girls have been known to get a little crazy with these things. going as fair as taking claims on first sight. but then again if there is a such thing as love at first sight then why not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problems that arise after is what is much more important. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;e to&lt;/span&gt; make your choice and live with it sometimes your friend will say they are interested in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;they've&lt;/span&gt; barely even met, sometimes after a tough breakup you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to ever see someone again but the age old problem of a friend becoming some how involved can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. also if your the person 3rd party of one of these triangles it can really become quite bothersome too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you may actually like the person, not based on a first come first serve basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pretty much of the thought that if its going to bother someone you care about tread very carefully, ill play it a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt; style and avoid attempts to conquer friendly territory, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need DAT manifest destiny when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265282856167954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRIK3GvYWXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yx-Kwcso4rM/s320/Tuesday+Night+Hull+Vol++III+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1482329931655438702?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1482329931655438702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1482329931655438702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1482329931655438702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1482329931655438702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/11/staking-claim.html' title='staking a claim.'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRIB8vwVhMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JudUrHasdkc/s72-c/obama-surf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-1962783411316864323</id><published>2008-10-28T17:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:26:45.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of grinding</title><content type='html'>many a man has a lost his way on highway nine on the dance floor. it is a place normally reserved for girls and people who at least have some ability to move to the beat. its a place where you can not only lose your sight of the back nine and get sent straight to the clubhouse, or turn up the volume from 1-9 in before the DJ says sociables. What I am alluding to is that the dance floor is a a very fickle beast. everyone should approach with care. now if only the least of your problems was women youd be hamming it up on the dancefloor every night, but the average average joe blow has to be on the lookout for other dudes, a vastly more dangerous crowd you can find yoursellf dancing with the wrong girl , or bumping the wrong dude, being tossed out of the dome faster than Al Hal himself, or worse find yourself laying on a metal bench next to a 45 year old man in a suit puking more than Shenae Grimes after hitting the catering table on set of 90120. neither options are desirable but at least one of them you get to keep your laces on. in any case i thought i might drop some helpful pointers to help you end up with an awkward morning...&lt;br /&gt;instead of a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first of all there are two main situations when it comes to dancing, the first being when you have partners that are already ready and willing. whether it be some girl youve met before and randomly see at da club, or the drunken girlies you are rolling with this usually means for better dancing, but makes it a long shot to take things to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second and much more dangerous situation, it can be volatile. navigating the palace for random girls that are drunk enough to run to the dancefloor when they hear just dance come on. on that very thought a great point to make here is that these are the times to make your move. even if that hit has been played out for months if theres a chance that it is still in the on the AT top 40 with ryan seacrest, or C100 is calling it new, there is a good chance that pretty much all of the girls in the club well be hitting the dance floor in droves. steer clear of the dance floor when the DJ is playing the B team while he is in the bathroom getting 8 from a 5, your just killing your rep if your out trolling the dancefloor when they decide to throw on the new Belly and Massari song, your going to look like almost as big a tool as Belly himself. so provided that you have put yourself on the dance floor with a banging beat guiding your two left feet, you have at least given yourself a punchers chance. now to take a leap of faith, you have to find a girl... or boy and approach with care. don't forget when you go in for the kill that you really have nothing to lose, it won't be the end of the world if you have to leave the dancefloor halfway through hot and cold... a lukewarm night is better than one thats ice cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to be slightly careful however because if you end up getting a little overfriendly with a lady thats spoken for you can end up walking out the palace slitting your throat at someone, but shortly after wood end up on your back staring at the stars in thh middle of brunswick street.&lt;br /&gt;at this point its also best if you steer clear of areas where there are a lot of fellas leaning against the wall on the edge of the dancefloor, or in an area where guys refuse to dance but instead pull up their pants and do the rock away... when fat joe IS not playing. also if there is a large group posted up at the back that are just twisting their body from side, beware these are often people you especially dont wanna bump with the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once youve cleared all these speed bumps and youve got your sights set on your lucky lady you have to just man up and go for the kill. be careful not to approach from theback because you do not wanna seem like a big creeper. i always recomend you start dancing from the front unless a real grinding song is on, its a lot safer, as long as you are ready ot make a fool of yourself so hopefully youve got a few huusker doos in your belly. if you fail at this stage oh well, many more fish in the sea. if you succeed at this point youve done the hard part, now you just have to close get the vaunted DFM and then who knows. to go in for the dfm ahve not fear, usually you get a few kicks at the can in this department, once you ge to this point you have done all you can and it is time to just let god deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;all in all you have your key points. wait for a bumpin song get some liquid courage avoid taken girls and people who go the dome for hittin, approach with confidence and to avoid a old cliche... just DANCE badabeedumway&lt;br /&gt;live love laugh learn! and dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1962783411316864323?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1962783411316864323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1962783411316864323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1962783411316864323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1962783411316864323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-grinding.html' title='the art of grinding'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8866278628900064810</id><published>2008-10-26T23:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:55:35.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking pet peeve</title><content type='html'>I fucking HATE when people captions thier pics with who is in them then tag them&lt;br /&gt;what is the fucking point.&lt;br /&gt;put a little effort in it for chrissakes.&lt;br /&gt;GET it 2Getha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8866278628900064810?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8866278628900064810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8866278628900064810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8866278628900064810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8866278628900064810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/10/fucking-pet-peeve.html' title='fucking pet peeve'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6735153452545291058</id><published>2008-10-23T12:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:39:01.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the operational quandry of being a man in 2008</title><content type='html'>Me and my boys are screwed. Sure we have modern technology and can work the computahs to save time and money. But technology has ruined the game of mating we grew up in the advent of instant messaging my first real flirting with girls that you didn't know came in came from an instant message while we we're sure we just IMed, but that then led to some one on one time a much more direct mode of communication, but then cell phones came and you could have your convos brierf and on the run then txt came and you didn't even have to talk to her at all you can txt her to let her know that you are out front to pick her up, noone has to deal with the to do of knocking on a door, the honk is a thing of the past too. guys have to deal with all of this, just to try to get nine,&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me while i get back to sexting&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;just got the new snow patrol album a hundred million suns and it is solid, loving take back the city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6735153452545291058?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6735153452545291058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6735153452545291058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6735153452545291058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6735153452545291058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/10/operational-quandry-of-being-man-in.html' title='the operational quandry of being a man in 2008'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4048937838748154332</id><published>2008-10-21T17:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:11:21.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sell my soul for or rock n roll?</title><content type='html'>today i made a silly decision...&lt;br /&gt;background: I have always been a hater of the scalper, those fucks going around raising ticket prices for the average joe like you and me... these days not only are their these degenerate fucks standing outside the venue for concerts and sporting events and anything that takes tickets. but even event planners and sporting teams have their own loosely affiliated scalping organizations. anyways beyond that rant, i back in the day avoided having to deal with this situation by getting my stars tickets for their show at the marquee coming up in a couple of weeks. I bought the tickets for a cool 30 bucks each, and have been pretty pumped to go, im not the biggest stars fan in the world, but you know what they say "shoot for the moon and even if you miss you'll land amongst the stars" doesn't really apply here but ive gotta think that that's gotta bode for a good show. in any case i have been planning on takin a pal to the show and still havent decided on that yet but today i looked up on kijiji to see what the tix are going for and unfortunatly i found out they are going for at least 100 bucks a pop... so i could sell my soul for a couple c notes in my pocket. i have however decided not to do this and while saint mary's sobey school of commerce is trying to tell me to sell those fuckers i will not do it. so go fuck yourself! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news it would appear i would need to change the title of my blog to the monthly dose of dan, because i am slacking. if only they made a birth control pill that you had such rare doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent posted an oldie good or hoodie forever but i decided to forego that this time for a new section...&lt;br /&gt;The Ringtone of the Week (or however long it takes for me to change it again)&lt;br /&gt;I've had some great ringtones in my day and always look to Dr. Inspiration aka Too J Navi for inspiration (sic). I've had some doozies in my day, and hope to always keep things interesting, the key for ringtones is always bumpin back beats and killer hooks, you have to be a little shameless when you drop a ridingulous ringer though.  Some of my fave old ring tones are SOS, Stronger, and Bye Bye Bye, my latest one has been whatever you like T.I.s opus of giving a girl exactly what she wants, how she wants it. If that's not an admirable goal then god only knows what is. TI has a lot of great ring tone options on his new album  but I like to mix it up so unfortunatly I am going to have to shed the paper trail.  Hall of fame entry is is project pat don't call me no mo and don't text me no mo, for just always being "number 1 ring tone!" I am always waffling on the choice between a throwback joint, or a super duper hot one. The long of that short story is you won't hear me pulling out Just Dance by Lady GaGa for at least two years. I pulled out TI when i first heard it and in keeping with that my new ring tone is&lt;br /&gt;Taiko drum roll please?&lt;br /&gt;Heartless-Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;Rogers aint got this download but I am cheating and pulling it straight off my comp straight off Ye's blog, which is great and you can check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; you can even dl his new track there.&lt;br /&gt;Its still not finally mastered so its a rough cut luckily i dont have altec lansing speakers for my ring tones so no one probly gonnna notice.&lt;br /&gt;SO if you are walking down the streets of Hali or D town and you hear something so heartless its me getting my walk on.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4048937838748154332?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4048937838748154332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4048937838748154332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4048937838748154332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4048937838748154332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/10/sell-my-soul-for-or-rock-n-roll.html' title='sell my soul for or rock n roll?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8774792256982280710</id><published>2008-09-19T17:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:34:27.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sexting</title><content type='html'>A recent trend in the life of the people, is txting. LOLZ jk its not recent or anything, but im just saying&lt;br /&gt;dan mack recently coined a blogworthy term in "sexting" if you ask me pretty much all guy to girl txts can be considered sexts because really all guys are just looking for one thing. there's nothing wrong with that guys have been droppin prose on hos since shakespeare. and now if you are drving you are going to be wanting to keep in touch with your main squez.&lt;br /&gt;so keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;just thought the ladies should know that there is no such thing as an innocent text. guys really only text people they have hooked up with, want to hook up with, or text the fellas with useless banter.&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;eHm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8774792256982280710?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8774792256982280710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8774792256982280710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8774792256982280710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8774792256982280710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/09/sexting.html' title='sexting'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2056939931024700056</id><published>2008-09-19T10:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:40:11.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"it makes no fucking sense"</title><content type='html'>yesterday was an enigma.&lt;br /&gt;it was a night with the foundations for a story, one that only happens every once in a blue moon, things started out with hi hater number 1 saying i wouldnt go out, and putting a bet on that, finally one i can win. the basis of the evening would be after work me going to peters then playing some pyramid which peter did not understand the rules, much like the egyptian rulers he tried to make slaves do all the hard work, aka he made me drink everytime because he is a cruel unjust person. then to the walls, a la hali. things were supposed to get blog worthy and while it was quite the time of dancing and singing at the alehouse it wasnt quite what i had envisioned but when in rome you have to make lemons out of lemonade. and we did.&lt;br /&gt;we then sold it for 10 cents on the street. jokes! we made it home and i decided to pull a dixie chick and walk the long ass way to get home&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to imagine where along the way i would be able to make an ass out of myself in this process, but i still managed to come off a little bit  stupid.&lt;br /&gt;for blogs sake lets have a oldie goodie and a hoodie for the week&lt;br /&gt;its been way to fucking long&lt;br /&gt;the oldie for the day is&lt;br /&gt;Changes - David Bowie. Hard to beleive this is an old song, its so relevant so happy go lucky volume 1, its a great bowie song def one of the best, and i will stnad by it that time may change me but you cant change time. but ill still give it the good college try when i hop into my delorean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move on to the hoodie&lt;br /&gt;my life- the game and wayne. (lil) while the game has no charisma, corny ass lines, and a penchant for name dropping. he has a face that i can't stay mad at, much like mary kate and olsen i will forever give him a chance to craft a song with people at the absolute top of the game. and while the game will probly not carpe songem. but i think weezy f saves this song, with the most urgent chorus ive heard him drop on a guest spot.  i think im just gonna go spill a little and thank the world that i still, have my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the goodie of the week.,&lt;br /&gt;one precursor, heard ciara last night and hot damn if her songs still aren't da god damn best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goodie&lt;br /&gt;im just going to go out there and say hot and cold by katy perry.&lt;br /&gt;ive been looking for an excuse to shout out to her in my blog, first she came out with i kissed a girl. pretty amazing song i thought. and i really like to dance while it played. but i think hearing it a googleplex times on the radio while driving around hali really took a bit of momentum of it from me. i will admit that i thought it would be a one hit wonder, maybe release another paltry ass song, and forever wash away on the 30-25 peak position on the much music countdown. i really thought ed the sock would have a field day with her career, but then she went out and made the official song of our trip to acadia, and all future trips there. all the sudden she took everything everyone was thinking and just sang it&lt;br /&gt;literally&lt;br /&gt;she just sang. and im just saying&lt;br /&gt;i am liking the future of her career a lot now&lt;br /&gt;unlike&lt;br /&gt;lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;but i will digress.&lt;br /&gt;and i will digest breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2056939931024700056?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2056939931024700056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2056939931024700056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2056939931024700056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2056939931024700056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-makes-no-fucking-sense.html' title='&quot;it makes no fucking sense&quot;'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-722879775452053442</id><published>2008-09-18T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:38:11.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Post</title><content type='html'>some of you readers might have recently updated to the new itunes, if you have you might have noticed the genius sidebar, i have and must say I am a big fan of it. I used to use music ip for that same ish, it is a program that catalogs your tunes and pumps out great mixes, now itunes can do it, so i thought i would give it a test to see how she handles, I started iff with You Can't Always Get What You Want, because I just watched some californication and it reminded me of it, then i pressed the genius button and it made me a 25 song mix, the next song is one of my fave songs, a little ditty by the name of Eyes, by Rogue Wave, in kind of sad statement about me is that this song also reminds me of a tv show, one of the best moments in Heroes, in my defense they are both awesome tv shows, i will just kick it short hand but some other artists on the list are some coldplay, some more stones, steely dan, yes, the black crows, paul simon, CCR, iggy pop, arcade fire, cat power, the shins, wilco, chuck berry, boston, bowie, ben folds five, travis, oasis, dylan, and wolf parade.&lt;br /&gt;in approximitely 2 seconds i created a great 25 song play list, to chill out too, i tunes read my mind with but one song, and dropped some knowledge of exactly what i wanted to hear, so i reccomend you all plug something into the genius sidebar, and just listen to some tunes for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;in other dan thoughts, i think an ultimate division needs to be created for at night play, with glow in the dark painted lines, a light frisbee which everyone should have, glow stick wrist and leg and headbands to tell the teams apart, and a dark night, it takes the judgement away from frisbee because you throw to people are open, the oppurtunity for real practice on team cohesion would be great. so think about that.&lt;br /&gt;also people its getting to be that time of the year, winter is approaching faster than you think so get outside and carpe firm, or should i say carpe diem. the nice days might not be around all winter, so get outside and shake ya tail faither while you still can&lt;br /&gt;hasta manana, te quiros muchos&lt;br /&gt;ehma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-722879775452053442?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/722879775452053442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=722879775452053442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/722879775452053442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/722879775452053442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/09/genius-post.html' title='Genius Post'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7993842518049630825</id><published>2008-09-16T21:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:23:02.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>life of a (humbled) ehm</title><content type='html'>So as many of my readers might have noticed I did not complete or even attempt my walkathon. I instead chose to go party at acadia at the last chance. While this typical move by me allowed the haters to rule the day, I am confident that some day they will rue it. I used to think all i had was my balls and my word, at least i still have my balls though. I also meant to write a nonsense review of my trip to the bloc party concert last night at the marquis but I got home too late and slightly out of the right frame of mind to do any writing. In any case the show was electric, it started out strong and on time which is always a big hit with anyone, the first half of the concert was a little more mellow with some of their older hits that arent as uptempo like "bluest light" and "this modern love" after my beverage break though things really heated up and Kele's energy was contagious. It's not often you see a band so clearly enjoying themselves, but they were and with an encore that went on until the crowd was ready to pass out from so much dancing, jumping, and carrying on, they made it clear that while they dont often come to this part of the woods that they would make it count.&lt;br /&gt;in other news a new phenomena has really come into my life since last night. which may or may not be a great thing. the last few years have seen the pre drink rise to new levels with the price of drinks and going out sky rocketing it has become common place for me and my pals to get rowdy and dance and have fun before the bar. the potential new trend is the post drink, something i once thought was crazy now seems genius, why not go home crack open a bottle of wine, a couple beers, play some drinking games and make the night continue on....&lt;br /&gt;there is one reason not to do this, it made school today a living hell&lt;br /&gt;but thats just the life on an ehm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7993842518049630825?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7993842518049630825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7993842518049630825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7993842518049630825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7993842518049630825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-of-humbled-ehm.html' title='life of a (humbled) ehm'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3871970893036984707</id><published>2008-09-12T19:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:17:09.965-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings of leon'/><title type='text'>last words?</title><content type='html'>many of you probably thought i would never blog again... even in my deepest darkest moments i would be lying if i said those thoughts never crossed my mind. it has been a long but fast summer. a summer where i learned to value my freedom a lot more,  or so i hope. just recently i have come into downloaded possession of the new kings of leon album which is in heavy rotation in the life of an ehm so go out and get it all of you readers. my new goal for the school year is to do things more than once. that might seem vague to some and that's all right but i get it and someone else might so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;more importantly tonight is my last hurrah to succeed in what now on the twilights of its occurence seems much more ridiculous than i ever thought. it is staring me down like a hater at le bop staring down a card carrying member of the blue man group. so im seasoned.&lt;br /&gt;im all in&lt;br /&gt;and hoping to rig up a live blog for the night of this walkan ehm so stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;until then adiee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3871970893036984707?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3871970893036984707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3871970893036984707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3871970893036984707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3871970893036984707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-words.html' title='last words?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3880233174156605837</id><published>2008-05-30T11:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:25:24.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Profits</title><content type='html'>another amazing concept coined by dan mack this time.. drink profits are when you wake up after a night out and you hae extra cash.. this is like free money.. you can feel pretty good about oyurself when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;last night i suffered drink losses&lt;br /&gt;the worst&lt;br /&gt;second trip to ATM and still no profits.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3880233174156605837?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3880233174156605837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3880233174156605837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3880233174156605837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3880233174156605837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/05/drink-profits.html' title='Drink Profits'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-1463062662209871193</id><published>2008-05-29T17:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:56:19.213-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting nine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>The Nine Scale</title><content type='html'>So I've been inspired back to blogging. It's a beautiful day, and tonight might be aite. So i'll try not to get contrite on yall. First we'll start out., I've been heavy feeling the new Sigur Ros Gobbledigook, so go check that out it is fierce! Also I can't say enough sensational things about the new Ursher album, here I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;The Nine Scale&lt;br /&gt;This is a scale to replace the sorely outdated, and unCanadian bases system, Baseball being America's Pastime, Canada should have a system to share with the world. Much like the metric system I venture to beleive that this new scale will take over the world. Or at least be adopted by the French.&lt;br /&gt;The nine scale can be pretty vague depending on who is describing it. As long as you provide some evidence for it it's all good. It's like English class, as long as you back it up can't be wrong. It's also like a Mic Mac dance in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level One: This is of course the first level. Usually not too much happening at this level. Some sexy eyes, maybe a wink, level one is largely innocent touching and dirty eyes. I would also put holding hands in this level, but it's a relationship thing so it usually comes with much more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Two: The first kiss, a peck on the lips or the cheek. This is frequently a good night kiss, or something along those lines. It lets both sides know that they are getting interested. Once you take the next step you get into...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Three-This is the make out with minimal groping, and tongue. Some heavy kissing, but nothing too serious. I'd put the DFM, Dancefloor makeout in this bracket as long as you don't go to town, or emulate Ursh and Jeezy. This would also be the likely type of make out you would feel comfortable doing in a movie theatre, or where someone might see you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Four-This is the serious makeout, one that you might turn a little red if your parents walked in, in the middle of it. There is some petting, and groping but nothing really venturing below the clothes. Depending on how you feel about the Dance Floor DFMing is also possible at level four. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Five-This is where things start to get a little interesting. Start moving the hands under the level of outer wear, and into underwear. Some people might be comfortable "going to town" at level five but it usually takes a serious amount of tequila. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Six-This is what I assume to be the level that Joey and Dawson made it to on Dawson's Creek. This is some private makeout sessioning that leads to a topless girl. Usually reserved for the bedroom, and often a stage that only truthfully happens with an interuption, or a celebant someone. It still accounts for a lot of time. Some call it foreplay, I call it level six.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Seven-This is the level where HJ becomes the new lingo, usually something exchanged in an amorous tryst, but sometimes just lending a hand. Also can be one of the messiest levels depending on how you play it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Eight-One of the most versatile levels for it's ability to be done in multiple locations, aural sensation, much like music can be highly satisfying. It also has many names, but head by any other name still means you are getting brains. And anything that can had excitement to a man and woman road trip is all good in my books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level Nine-Finally I'm getting nine. This scale all started up as a mistake when I was TDTT (Too Drunk Too Text,) but it is starting to catch on. Getting nine is straight up intercouse. We all learned all about it from such sources as Degrassi, Sex With Sue, and Health Class, some of us get nine a lot, some not so much. I finally understand though why Gordie Howe chose number 9, and Gretzky 99&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level 10-The rarest of the levels, this is the level that encompasses all things awesome and legendary that guys are often denied. I'm talking threesomes, making movies, or anything like that, anything you think is the next level from reg. sex is considered a 10. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope that sheds some light, and provided a good info session, to make it easy to TXT your friends when they need to GO HOME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1463062662209871193?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1463062662209871193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1463062662209871193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1463062662209871193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1463062662209871193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/05/nine-scale.html' title='The Nine Scale'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8705169426085328945</id><published>2008-04-29T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:11:17.683-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jarome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ottawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodie'/><title type='text'>postin up a oldie goodie and hoodie</title><content type='html'>I haven’t really blogged forever. I’ve been mentally drained. OK maybe drained isn’t the right word because it wasn’t so much of a mental drain, as a mental maraud. Now that I have seemingly recovered, despite a few visible wounds, I am ready to get back to my cagey blog. Today I am returning back to Halifax, it should be a good trip, and I am excited to see all of my returned friends. I have also had a tough sports week. With the Flames losing, the Raptors losing, and both getting eliminated from the playoffs. The Jays also suck. But at least my adopted team the Atlanta Hawks, is playing its part in the David versus Goliath series against the Boston Celtics. I love Josh Smith. I just wanted to put that out there. Thankfully Jarome Iginla was nominated for the Hart Trophy. He better win or I am going to owe Mr. Ben a lot of skrillion dollar bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep it brief right now since I don’t have a lot to say and just kick right into the oldie, goodie, and hoodie. It’s been a while since I checked in with this supposedly weekly feature and there’s no way to be sure exactly how long: at least without looking at the archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I will get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week’s oldie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weight-The Band&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little half past dead on Sunday, so I decided I needed to take a load off. Still haven’t found someone to put it on yet. But that can come. I am really enjoying this classic tune literally as we speak. I am craving a road trip ASAP, and this song will be on that mix. It’s been far too long since a good road trip and good mix tape to accompany it. So anyone who wants to rock that out with me let’s fucking do it. It’s to fucking cold in Canada let’s go to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet Hill-coldplay&lt;br /&gt;From their new album “Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends” this is a pretty solid track from the boys of Coldplay. To make it even more enticing you can download this track, for FREE, legally on their website. You can probably get it in a plethora of other places too but, it’s kind of cool how their rocking it out for free. Their kicking off their pretentiously titled album, the same way the have their others, a more guitar heavy louder, “rockier”, single. It fits right in with “Speed of Sound,” and “Talk,” but I would go as far as to say that they have come a lot closer to mastering that sort of sound. Can’t wait to see what they bring on the rest of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Can I-Ray J and Yung Berg&lt;br /&gt;I really haven’t been listening to very much rap music at all lately. And you can hardly call this song hood or rap. But it’s a bumpin club song and that’s all I can really say about. I hear it a lot on sat radio, and I expect to hear it every time I step into Simon’s car. It makes for good singalongs and dances though so that’s about all I can ask of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8705169426085328945?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8705169426085328945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8705169426085328945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8705169426085328945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8705169426085328945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/postin-up-oldie-goodie-and-hoodie.html' title='postin up a oldie goodie and hoodie'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2593311161997655155</id><published>2008-04-26T09:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:48:40.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ottawa'/><title type='text'>drag me around by your ponytail</title><content type='html'>what's up readers!!! can i get an AMEN. no?&lt;br /&gt; oh well maybe i'll go to church to get what i truly need.&lt;br /&gt;  it's ray earles here in the big t dot. looking like a beautiful day. i'm heading off to our nation's capital for what is sure to be some ridiculous times.&lt;br /&gt;full update to come.&lt;br /&gt;also peep the kanye lollipop remix that will hit your ears ray soon. and the love in this club remix with none other than jiggas wife and foe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2593311161997655155?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2593311161997655155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2593311161997655155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2593311161997655155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2593311161997655155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/drag-me-around-by-your-ponytail.html' title='drag me around by your ponytail'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5852933831813895960</id><published>2008-04-24T00:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:42:12.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the real world'/><title type='text'>I have a Kindergarten Crush on You</title><content type='html'>So another season of the Real World has begun. This time in Hollywood. I must say I expected the worst, but it looks amazing. I still stand by the fact that it is no Real World, it is Hollywood, which is so far form anything real. One of the new roomates had it right when she said, it was "The surreal world" in any case it looks awesome. Other than Greg who is a huge tool. But I have a sinking suspicion that he will become cooler as the show progresses. My favorite right now is Will, he is just my kind of guy, and the quote is right up my alley. Anyways I just wanted to drop those cents on you before the new list comes out.&lt;br /&gt;which will be me and Simons to do list for the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5852933831813895960?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5852933831813895960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5852933831813895960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5852933831813895960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5852933831813895960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-kindergarten-crush-on-you.html' title='I have a Kindergarten Crush on You'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3643068602346676271</id><published>2008-04-23T02:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:33:29.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raptors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jays'/><title type='text'>Awful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I officially hate sports right now. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192309357289198370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA7J2bUo0yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uTd0U_o8uc4/s320/70742685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today was potentially an all time low for me. Well not like a Maple Leafs low. I would compare today to the fictional situation of Moses parting the Red Sea, but then just when the land on the other side came in sight the sea wall collapses on him and all of the rest of the slaves like a natural disaster. That might seem melodramatic to some, but my heart feels crushed by the sea. Or as Coldplay would say, “Swallowed by the Sea.” To give you an idea of my day it started out innocently enough, long sleep in followed by trip to the airport then Toronto. Today my favorite teams were in action though the Jays, the Raptors, and in game 7 of playoffs the Flames. My beloved Jays loss, which normally is ok because there is still like a skrillion games left. Then the Raptors got off to another terrible start. I was ready to write off this playoff run, but then they clawed their way back in. Climaxing with Jose Calderon pullin an Ehm and taking a charge with very little time on the clock down one point. So the Raps had last shot with an opportunity to steal a game. Normal fans would feel great about this situation but I dreaded it. Rightfully so because the Raptors wasted it and Bosh ended up taking an absolutely horrendous shot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192309361584165682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA7J2rUo0zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IYKFFlKq-FA/s320/Picture+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think his only hope of getting two points was that Dwight Howard would mistakenly goaltend it. Low and behold that did not happen. So we move on to the Flames game.&lt;br /&gt;***Flash Back to 2 Weeks Ago***&lt;br /&gt;While on the job, I am doing my playoff pool draft in doing my research one thing keeps jumping out at me. Jeremy Roenick is fucking clutch. I don’t want to draft him, because he is playing the Flames. But it comes down to it and with some chiding from Kirby I take the ex-Coyote. I might as well have bet against my team.&lt;br /&gt;***Present***&lt;br /&gt;The Flames go up 2-1 with another great goal by Owen Nolan, I am on cloud nine. Then Jeremy starts pouring in goals, Kipper is pulled, and I am feeling like Linus searching for a blanket to hide under. The goals just keep coming in with JR getting involved in them all. The Flames manage to give me some hope by getting a goal back only to be crushed even further.&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worse I did not wear my Kipper Jersey Tee today because I didn’t wanna kill it by wearing it twice and the skepticism Ben had about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is never bet against your team, and always use your good luck charms because you single handedly can affect the outcome of a game. Any one who tried to tell you otherwise is mental. The worst part about this all is I still have great hope for next season. I don’t see any huge changes we need to make. At least with the Flames, I need a brainstorm on the Raptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to take this opportunity to let you all know that I am officially wholeheartedly jumping on the Canadiens bandwagon, I hope there is still room. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192309365879132994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA7J27Uo00I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IiWeb2nZ3Mo/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time for me to call it a night. Hopefully I make it through the night, I desperately need to outlive Amy Winehouse. I’m going to throw on some Kevin Drew and dream of 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now&lt;br /&gt;bulisiehmia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3643068602346676271?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3643068602346676271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3643068602346676271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3643068602346676271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3643068602346676271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/awful-day.html' title='Awful Day'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA7J2bUo0yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uTd0U_o8uc4/s72-c/70742685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-945653480838456036</id><published>2008-04-22T03:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:25:06.658-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 rock'/><title type='text'>too tired to make cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about posting a list recently received by Simon tonight but that feels like it would be too much of a downer, and I need to be very chipper when I tackle that catfish. And at this point in time I am udderly exhausted… Now I know how a cow feels after pumping out two percent milk all day. In other news I have finally finished school for the year. Or so I think, I am extremely happy to get out of that routine, even if it is for just a couple weeks, get a little time to refuel the batteries, which is sorely needed. I just watched Lars and the Real Girl tonight, it was unbelievably strange. Not to say I did not enjoy it, but it was just way out there. It was what I would usually consider a movie to pretentious for me, but today I was very open to it and it took advantage. Ryan Gosling delivers a very honest portrayal of cet Lars. The woman who plays Bianca in the movie is ravishing, it’s so nice to see real actresses in Hollywood even if they are in indie movies. In any case this movie is pretty good, I’m not really very good at description but I would recommend giving it a shot, it is in essence a film about learning to accept people and help them when they need it even if it seems weird. “Tis a message that everyone could listen ot every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, now that I am done school, as Andrew W.K. would say “Party till you puke!” Not really though, at least not now. Things are teetering on the edge for this summer, things need to go pretty smoothly or it could become pretty wild. I’m not a huge fan of all the time constraints I have right now, I really just want to shoot off and travel somewhere. But a brother has got to do what a brother has got to do. It shan’t be long before I can stretch out my legs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191951698182591234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA2Ej7Uo0wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TJFA4Zqg9k4/s320/trip+to+banff+and+joel+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more note if any of my readers does not watch 30 Rock, you should be. It is the most hilarious show, ever. I really believe that. Last week’s episode was absolutely hilarious. I constantly bust out laughing while watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally can not stay up any longer and I have to get up and get ready to go to the T Dot tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191951702477558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA2EkLUo0xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dHThl7y5DCQ/s320/000_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yall in dr-ehm land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-945653480838456036?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/945653480838456036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=945653480838456036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/945653480838456036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/945653480838456036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-tired-to-make-cents.html' title='too tired to make cents'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SA2Ej7Uo0wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TJFA4Zqg9k4/s72-c/trip+to+banff+and+joel+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-458928759259985054</id><published>2008-04-21T01:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:42:39.784-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over'/><title type='text'>ctd. and Finished Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It’s been a never ending list I know but I pledge to finish it right now… in real time. Real talk. I imagine you all are mighty confused as to where the list left off because I am too. My format was less accessible to everyone than stairs to get into a wheelchair rugby stadium. So I will save you all the trouble and recant the top 25 in a simple easy to read manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) Still Crazy After All These Years-Paul Simon (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) Duncan-Paul Simon (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard -Paul Simon (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) Every Night- Paul McCartney (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) Whatever You Like-Nicole Scherzinger (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;25. (Tied) I Will Possess Your Heart-Death Cab for Cutie (20 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) Paper Planes-M.I.A. (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) My Baby- lil’ Romeo (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) Soundtrack for the Night-Joel Plaskett Emergency (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) All I Want is You: Barry Louis Polisar (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) Out of Time: Jason Collett. (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover-Paul Simon (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) Elevator-Flo-Rida. (26 Plays) I completely missed this song in making my list. Sorry readers but at least I admitted my mistake. I do however really enjoy this song and I’m just going to put it out there that any song that brings back the use of “Ella” I am all for it and you can ride on my ella-elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That elevator fuck up messes up my last few posts because they were in fact tied for 12th not 13. So I’ll correct that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (Tied) Church: T-Pain (27 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;12. (Tied) You Can’t Always Get What You Want-The Rolling Stones. (27 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;12. (Tied) Business Time-The Flight of the Conchords (27 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really clears things up for me, and my readers. Sorry about the mix ups I am thoroughly embarrassed now. In any case I will now continue with the top ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All American Girl-Carrie Underwood (28 Plays) - Say what you want about Carrie Underwood but she knows how to make a hit. I am a huge fan of this song and pretty much anything she puts he lovely voice to. I never would have expected her to outlast Kelly Clarkson as the only Idol I ever listen to anymore. Allow me to go anecdotal on your asses, once I was driving home from work with Jenise just shooting the shit, and talking to her about how much I loved Carrie and in particular this song, and she said she liked it but it was overplayed on the radio, I said I had never heard it on the radio. Maybe because I never listen to country radio, but low and behold the next song to come on was American Girl. God was definitely sending me a message. After Ralphie and Jude are born I want to have a sweet little, beautiful, perfect, all-American girl. I will also take this moment to shout out to Taylor Swift, she is my new country lover, she didn’t appear on the charts this year, but she came within one play, and she is just great. And she IS super hot, Simon!&lt;br /&gt;8. Shawty is a 10-the-Dream (31 Plays): I liked this song a lot for a while but it doesn’t really have much staying power I don’t imagine. I am a big fan of what the-Dream does however, especially since he crafted one of the best songs of all time in Umbrella. He does his thing on this jam; I also love Falsetto because it’s about as close to having sex as you can get without breaking a cardinal sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. New Soul-Yael Naim- (33 Plays) This song has its humble beginnings from the delightful macbook air song, but it gets its staying power from her silky smooth voice, and overall happy outlook on life. I particularly like to listen to this smooth groove when I wake up in the morning; it is especially uplifting after a tough night. I can’t say I have really got into any of her other songs, but she is my favorite female mensch singer since Regina Spektor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three Little Birds-Bob Marley (34 Plays) Another uplifting song, this years list features a lot more happy songs like this and the last one, compared to the many depressing songs of last year like Bright Eyes, and Jack’s Mannequin, I’ll let you read into that however you choose. But I do love this song, partly because it also contributes to one of the most unbelievable movie scenes of all time in I Am Legend, where Will Smith’s new friend hasn’t heard of Bob Marley but has heard of his son Damien “Jr. Gong” Marley, a real low point for that otherwise great film. This song has just made me mellow a lot, and I love Bob Marley, and everything he does. RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Another Saturday Night-Cat Stevens (36 Plays) This song sends me flying back to days in Calgary waiting in the old Toyota mini van we used to have. Probably the shittiest, but coolest van you could ever imagine, but in the tape deck my parents rocked out to a classic Cat Stevens album, Cat Stevens is another great listen for me and I like this song it is short but sweet, and perfectly fits my current situation, “I ain’t got nobody but I got some money ‘cause I just got paid” I’ll try to forget about the part where “I’m in an awful way” because that usually doesn’t happen till I go all Britney on you and Blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honky Tonk Woman-The Rolling Stones (38 Plays) As Mick said “I just can’t seem to drink her off my mind,” if you know what I’m talking about. I love the cowbell in this song; I love the innuendos, the classic guitar riffs by Mr. Jack and Ginger, Keith Richards. And I love that the Stones have the stones to get away with writing a song about a dancing girl in a western bar who may work as a prostitute. Rappers these days could learn some serious lessons about concealing their boasts of hos and cash from the Stones, who were much more discrete. Don’t get me started on that brown sugar. This song isn’t even my favorite song by the Wembley Whammer and the rest of the gang, but it did manage to chart the highest for them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love in This Club-Usher (ft. Young Jeezy) (47 Plays)- This song soared up the charts at a ridiculous pace. I can’t say enough about this song which also happens to be my ring tone at time of press. This song inspired me to add a new item to my bucket list, and once again I will allow you to interpret that however you would like. Jeezy absoultely kills this sick Pollow da Don beat, and just when I thought Chris Brown was going to take the crown of R&amp;amp;B from Usher he stormed back with quite possibly his best effort since Confessions Part II. I’m really glad that when Usher does it for the ladies he still keeps it hood. Because that’s how it should always be. Bros before hos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191554078143555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAwa7ZP6JwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Pj7WjJkEt8/s320/cant+nothin+change+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Face of the Earth- Joel Plaskett Emergency (50 Plays)- This song would probly be number one by a mile if it included the times I’ve seen him live, listened to the CD, or listened to it on iTunes before this year. This is one of my favorite songs ever, I continuously say that I see things with my “own two blue eyes” even though my eyes are far from blue. So many singalongs have been had with this doozy that I couldn’t even have them. As Dave said to me yesterday “I don’t think anyone loves any band as much as you love Joel Plaskett” I don’t think there’s any way to prove this, but I do wish I had paid for my copy of Truthfully, Truthfully two years ago when it fell on the ground at Alderney Landing. But seeing as I have purchased 5 other albums by him, his live DVD, two t shirts, and paid to see him live like seven times I hope he can forgive me. I wish he would just accept my invite to Cinco de Mayo at Banook. In any case I look forward to seeing him again at Alderney Landing August 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191554095323424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAwa8ZP6JyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/da5tndnIuvo/s320/trip+to+banff+and+joel+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have reached the vaunted position of number one. When I started writing this chart I never imaigned it would be so expansive, long, tedious, and incomprehensable I hope I have made up for all of that with this last comprehensive entry. So without further ado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighty Ghost-Wintersleep (76 Plays) So many times this year I have gotten out of bed staring at a ghost. This is so simple, yet unbelievably catchy. Strangely enough tis years’ number one and last years’ number one both clocked in with exactly the same amount of plays 76. A strange twist of fate, but somehow it doesn’t surprise me. Weighty Ghost was this years’ “How To Save a Life” in every sense of the saying. If you hate Theory of a Deadman you will love Wintersleep. I enjoy the whole rest of the album as well with Dead Letter.. and the infinite yes being my other favorite from the album. Still haven’t had a chance to see them live but they are on my to-view list. Bonus points to this song for the whole saga of different ways of saying weighty. I meeeeeeeeean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will do it for me for now. I feel like pretty drained and I need to rest up for my exam tomorow. I will also thank the Kipper for having a huge shutout tonight agaisnt the Sharks and keeping the Flames burning that midnight oil for at least another day. Watch out friendly folks of San Jose because I predict that we will see beds a burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191554091028457234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAwa8JP6JxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z7MiEPKGMEI/s320/wee+ehman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Dano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-458928759259985054?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/458928759259985054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=458928759259985054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/458928759259985054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/458928759259985054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/ctd-and-finished-second-annual.html' title='ctd. and Finished Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAwa7ZP6JwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5Pj7WjJkEt8/s72-c/cant+nothin+change+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8405938974298048762</id><published>2008-04-18T02:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T02:41:49.605-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>a touch of salt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The time has come to say fair’s fair. And to me what is really fair to the readers from coast to coast would be to continue the 2nd annual annotated list of the top 25 songs of second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190455822974733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAg0Eh7ETPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vg2L5_VBD2c/s320/100_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list seems never ending to some I imagine, but fear not faithful readers I have laid the greatest plan of my mice and men.&lt;br /&gt;I made a great investment to hopefully some sort of trust for the surely dozens of children that the singer of Mountain has. Since his wife (also member of the band) shot and killed him way back in the day, his kids probably have had a tough shake. So I hope some portion of the .99 cent I spent on purchasing Mississippi Queen by Mountain goes to those kids. Yet another example that proves you shouldn’t eat where you shit. But I just can’t get enough of that Mississippi Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have one pet peeve with my beard. It’s not that it looks like crap, or that it itches like red ants running on your face; my beef is that I feel like having any level of facial hair causes breakouts. Maybe it’s just me but I just have always found my skin to be clearer when clean shaven. I don’t know if there is some reason, or if it is coincidence, or maybe looking like a greasebag, means you really are one. In any case I’m in it to win it for me and my unborn child, so I’ma get my Nivea on on the regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190455857334471954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAg0Gh7ETRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-nyG_g1rCoE/s320/last+call+for+the+plain+white+tees+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the next songs on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (Tied) You Can’t Always Get What You Want-The Rolling Stones. (27 Plays).&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty awesome song, whenever I hear it, it reminds me of the first episode of Calfornication where Hank is in the church and gets what he needs with the nun. I find it to be a pretty rousing and an all around drop-top hall-of-famer. That is to say that you can’t go wrong driving in a convertible with the titties out. Its’ sort of like Free Fallin’ in that regard. In any case I will be listening to this song in my Rolling Stones boxers for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (Tied) Business Time-The Flight of the Conchords (27 Plays) I can’t say enough about how much I love the Flight of the Conchords, I love their show, I love their music, and I love the way they shaka shaka, shaka shakowwwwww. There’s nothing that puts me in the mood for sheet surfing like Business Time. Even when it’s not Wednesday, I find myself tripped down to my business socks before the third verse comes around. I have also became easily aroused by the sorting of recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190455840154602754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAg0Fh7ETQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v1lfxvA0cso/s320/100_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I am going to take this occasion to tell you that I’m not surprised if you want more but I’m quite sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Hours are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetit&lt;br /&gt;ehmonius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8405938974298048762?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8405938974298048762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8405938974298048762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8405938974298048762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8405938974298048762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/touch-of-salt.html' title='a touch of salt'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAg0Eh7ETPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vg2L5_VBD2c/s72-c/100_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7333755102320726726</id><published>2008-04-17T01:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:37:12.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>another delay in destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTJB7ETLI/AAAAAAAAADk/5ciJYDduPxM/s1600-h/11-10-06_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190067772679539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTJB7ETLI/AAAAAAAAADk/5ciJYDduPxM/s320/11-10-06_2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because tonight is a little late I am going to cut off the countdown for today, if I am too tired to continue. I will instead treat you with an old stand by of the Daily Dose. I vouch for the weekly oldie, goodie, and hoodie. They are songs that are no risk downloads. Because they are boiling water hot. Little known facts by some in terms of boiling water, when boiling potatoes make sure you put the potatoes into cold… NOT boiling water, then let the water boil to cook them. Unless of course you want mashed bakapotoes, that include peel and burnt casserole dish fixens&lt;br /&gt;In any case this week’s oldie is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Charlemagne-Steely Dan: OK five dollar to the first person to TXT me how they know this chorus if it originated before I was born. . . . Txt tock txt tock. … Txt tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190067776974507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTJR7ETMI/AAAAAAAAADs/8fxmEfYN_UI/s320/100_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that are a champion? Yes I did….&lt;br /&gt;Cruising around in lil zoom is nearly impossible without this particular song. It is the perfect song for a drive b of DHS to shout out to the Spartans.&lt;br /&gt;Plus it is a perfect song for beach grinding. This is dancing on the beach. Also if you are every driving around celebrating by throwing money out the roof of a convertible you should now be forced to play this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dedicate the next song to my future unborn son … His name is Ralphie. He is a super smart and cute kid. I would love to set up a play date for him and any imaginary kids with cute single moms. Oops cliché city. Somebody better not go all Creelman on me and throw up a Guernsey giggle. And Ralphies little brother/sister Jude will also learn to ride a two wheel bike early because it is faster to learn on grass so you learn not to be fraid to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a rant.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get memorial to send me a scholarship. Or at least till Rick Mercer that he has some competition when it comes to interviewing Dartmouthians and keeping it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that sort of long winded dedication you would expect this to be a tupac memorial. But in fact it couldn’t be farther from the troof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks goodie is a new song by an old favorite. Quite possibly the best concert I have ever had the pleasure of attending was Sam Roberts at Carleton Frosh, Let’s just say inner thighs, under hats, and deep pockets became more valuable than oil in Malibu. We entered and just danced all night, all the dee town soldiers rocking our baseball unis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190067794154376402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTKR7ETNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D3-eINVePx0/s320/100_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least until they became too encumbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190067798449343714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTKh7ETOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UYoltlPwFSY/s320/100_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;, and just entering into what would be lifetime friendships. It led to one of the most legendary quotes by any one I have ever met which was “I’m not drunk , I just love Rock and Roll” and man o man was he right he pounded that water, and just came back in time for don’t walk away Eileen because that would have made him upright suicidal. So we all made it back and danced all night.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes an appropriate lead in for the Goodie of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;Them Kids: Sam Roberts-&lt;br /&gt;This song brings back the festival feel of Sam Roberts, which as I have described is life altering. There is nothing that makes me want to dance more than hearing that the “kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll.” It makes me feel somewhat old. But at least I can hope to dance to rock and roll. Here’s to hoping I see Sam Roberts Live again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the hoodie of the week, getting out of style faster than a gap fleece hoodie)&lt;br /&gt;Frick it ill go with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party People-Nelly ft. Fergie: this is a bass thumping bad mother dome song. I can maybe do three things while listening to this song: dancing, driving and something that is secret. Fergie is such a bad rapper that her verse is repeated on an echoder and it sounds better in slo mo mans computer voice. But I can defiantly see myself stabbing somebody to this beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7333755102320726726?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7333755102320726726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7333755102320726726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7333755102320726726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7333755102320726726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-delay-in-destruction.html' title='another delay in destruction'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAbTJB7ETLI/AAAAAAAAADk/5ciJYDduPxM/s72-c/11-10-06_2326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8163615208126689599</id><published>2008-04-15T15:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:00:29.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Pornographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel Plaskett'/><title type='text'>Nice Day to be Inside</title><content type='html'>no song listings for now, but I just thought I should tell everyone how shitty it is that every single year, when it comes to exam time the day before every exam I have is always extremely nice out. and other days are generally shitty. today is another perfect example. here i am cooped up in the libby gazing out at the sky blue sky. All y'all Joel Plaskett fans out there should check out his &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/eastcoastsessions/"&gt;East Coast Session &lt;/a&gt;at CBC. it's got some solid vids and tunes. A "new" song that you probably wouldn't have heard unless you go to his concerts more than church like I do. "Wishful Thinking" is the track I am discussing. He's also demo'd some other songs live, so I can only hope that another new album is due out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I guess I should get back to studying that organization behaviour. Gonna jam out to some New Pornographers while I do so. It's been a while since I have given them a good listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-8163615208126689599?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/8163615208126689599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=8163615208126689599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8163615208126689599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/8163615208126689599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-day-to-be-inside.html' title='Nice Day to be Inside'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6448705469150298131</id><published>2008-04-15T02:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:10:54.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another continuation of The Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Of Second Year!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAQ4gx7ETJI/AAAAAAAAADU/vzOx6huFY_4/s1600-h/30-09-06_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334806445706386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAQ4gx7ETJI/AAAAAAAAADU/vzOx6huFY_4/s320/30-09-06_1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Hello There Again… jst chckng in on my rdrs to see how you are all doing. It is has been roughly 24 hours since I provided my last dose. I’m starting to feel like a repeat blood donor, but I am about to get my free coffee cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you a bit of a reflective post, and that is so ironic because right now, I am listening to Cheryl Crow, leaving Las Vegas, from her MTV unplugged performance. She was leaving for good and while I am not going anywhere, she still knows what some solid reflection is all about. So to start finally, looking back; last year I predicted Ashtray Rock by Joel Plaskett Emergency to be a monster hit and gave it my prestigious no-skip rating with no songs that I would skip when playing it through. I couldn’t have been farther away from being wrong than I was, because I was so right. I listened to this album hundreds of times I think. I listened to it every day cover to cover for like four months. No joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189335042668907682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAQ4uh7ETKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kd4jZ0iRpks/s320/joel+doin+d+town+right+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I just looked back on a song that got honorable mention, Do It by Ciara. How could I have forgotten about this will.i.am and salt’n’peppa beat. She could push it push it real good. Man did I ever love dancing to that with the light on in my room casting a shadow on the entrance wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot less predictions than I thought, oops. But I did happen to notice that I shouted out to the dannis, which are still on the fence. I’m waiting for my publisher to give me a bump in salary so I can afford to hit the pavement and really dig in on that project. It is my Chinese Democracy. I have also done a lot less karaoke which makes me deeply sad. I hope to however fulfill these dreams, Rock Band is fun but when there’s no audience it can never be quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time To move along and Consider These Next songs that are tied at 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year. Ctd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) Out of Time: Jason Collett. (26 Plays)-&lt;br /&gt;This is a very groovy bass kickin’ song, a great last call song, a great patio song, and a opportunity to support a good local boy and label. And by local I mean Canadian local. Collett also does a delightful version of Reunion on the Stars Do You Trust Your Friends album. I still feel like his songs have yet to peak for me, so he could go either way. He needs one more song to me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) I Will Possess Your Heart- Death Cab for Cutie: (26 Plays)-&lt;br /&gt;I hope soon to listen to this in the summer in the death cab for Conor because those singalongs can not be beat. Again this is a song I have blogged about so it is getting a little cliché to keep bringing it up. I do however predict that the rest of Narrow Stairs will be featured highly on next year’s list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tie) All I Want is You: Barry Louis Polisar (26 Plays)&lt;br /&gt;If me blogging about Death Cab is cliché, any mention of Juno is like white on rice.I am getting a little tired about hearing everything and anything to do with Ellen Page on the news, in the coast, in the paper, or in the rag known as the Journal at SMU. Everyone around here is just “so proud” that she is making it big. And power to her but can’t we just cool off a little bit. I do however seriously enjoy this song, and just hearing it makes me less bitter about it. I really wish I could play the harmonica, and sing happy love songs. I think I would just be T-P2.ehm all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally before I hit the hay I will give you the first taste of the next set of ties at 13th place. So here goes the first song tied for 13th is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (Tied) Church: T-Pain (27 Plays)-&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Step-Up 2 the Streets really sold me on this song, and effectively made me much more of a T-Pain fan. The dance to this song in that movie is just ridiculous and I would love to emulate and can be found moving around anywhere I can hear a beat trying to groove if I hear this song come on. It is enough to make an old mench like me think about going right to church. It signaled to the start of a T-Pain dominated life, he is just everywhere from the good life, to just being a straight up boss and I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t get the Victoria Cross Medal of Honor sooner rather than later. I would love if Chris Brown was featured on this jam too, but I think someone wise once said you can’t always get what you want but if you try sometimes you get what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all for tonight, other than a quick little story. The singer guitar player of the night was absolutely great this evening. He just rocked it out all night and encouraged sing alongs. He played many classics including a crowd pleasing Born To Be Wild. He was definitely “Rock and Roll!!!” as I yelled out at him. Not only did he rock out he played some great Stones’ tracks and in a amazing twist of fat ehe changed the lyrics of songs to “Dartmouth” instead of whatever city the lyric actually refers too. He did this in one of my favorite songs, “Honkey Tonk Woman,” he sang “I met her at a gin soaked bar on Queen in Dartmouth, …” and Peter, Mark, and I absolutely lost it. I think the bar he was referring to was Whiskeys. And on the way out he asked us if we were heading back to Dartmouth. Too much love goes out to him tonight for just taking it to the next level tonight. If I don’t see him at the Celtic Corner SOON I am going to be very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;In any case that about does it for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blog for me Argetina. I never meant to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-dr-ehm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6448705469150298131?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6448705469150298131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6448705469150298131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6448705469150298131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6448705469150298131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-continuation-of-second.html' title='yet another continuation of The Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Of Second Year!?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAQ4gx7ETJI/AAAAAAAAADU/vzOx6huFY_4/s72-c/30-09-06_1720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3460579019558480495</id><published>2008-04-14T01:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:54:00.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flames'/><title type='text'>ctd. Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Good Day Fellow Readers.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to have kept you waiting longer than you may have wanted to for the next section of the &lt;strong&gt;Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year.&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to wax poetic &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt; but I had to take care of other business; much of which involved watching about 12 hours of playoff hockey and not moving very much. I did manage to make a delightful lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I intended on making bacon…. And eggs… And today I even had &lt;strong&gt;Bacon&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just eggs. But in the team I took to open the fridge door, I had an epiphany. I wanted wraps. I had not completely given up on the &lt;strong&gt;Bacon&lt;/strong&gt;. This bacon was feeling very fortuitous, thinking that it was going to escape my belly, once it realized I was making a wrap. But I then decided to audible and go for the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;LT wrap, then I got to preparing the fixens, and it became so much more than a BLT, I built a platter with: lettuce, tomato, cheese, salami, &lt;em&gt;pickle&lt;/em&gt;, and cumber. I also laid out all the sauces I desired and filled up a tall glass of ice cold iced tea. I made my wraps and then enjoyed a delicious lunch. It goes to show that inspiration flies on the whim of a floating feather. You can never discount this factor in the kitchen: because as you and I know inspiration is what leads to amazing discoveries like breakfast for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;So you get the picture on what kind of day I have been having. I’d post the picture but I didn’t take one, so I guess instead I’ll use &lt;em&gt;a thousand words&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to start again with a couple shout-outs for some jams that I have been mcLovin these days. This portion will have a Rock Band theme, for I wanted to share my favorite songs to rock out too, many of you will already know these songs, but to those who do not. I am absolutely in love with Mississippi Queen, (if you know what I mean) by Mountain, I absolutely love climbing this mountain of a song. I also have a lot of love for Learn to Fly, by the Fighters Foo, it is on this song where you can frequently find me playing the drums, and using my rigged up microphone stand to play and sing at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yuzz the Flames just tied it at 3 after getting shelled in the first period and the Kipper being pulled. Luckily right now the Cuuj is coming to the rescue. My boy Dion Phaneuf just cranked a slapper to tie it up. Good for my boys and for my play-off pool are doing well now. I wish I was at the Red Mile tonight; shooting pool and hitting up my favorite juke box, and having pints of Kokanee at my favorite place the Melrose on 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next entry you can look forward to seeing my look back at last years predictions and thoughts and some comparison but for now… We will look at the next segment of:&lt;br /&gt;The Second Annual Top 25 SONGS of Second Semester of University&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover-Paul Simon (26 Plays): Yet another Paul Simon, song this song has marching drum line akin to that of Nick Cannon in the biggest it of his career. It is a sad song with a happy bit of riff. I like to pretend that he is saying “Make a new plan Dan” instead of “Make a new plan Stan,” I know I should be able to enjoy a song without putting my name into it. But I just can not as it would seem. “MY NAME IS MY NAME”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) Paper Planes-M.I.A. (26 Plays):&lt;br /&gt;There’s one thing most everyone I know can attest too. I love songs that incorporate a fully loaded clip getting busted out, because I love pretending to shoot a gun with my hands and making the brrrrrrrrrrrat sound too. It incorporates dancing while putting your guns up and, making the sound. I also particularly love that MTV censored out the gunshots in this song. But for the average rap song using that same sound to censor swear words, is perfectly acceptable and encouraged. Seems like a double standard if there ever was one that I ever heard. In any case it is a pretty catchy and bumping song I can see why I would listen to it 26 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) My Baby- lil’ Romeo (26 Plays):&lt;br /&gt;This one really snuck up on me, it was as previously stated one of my initial iTunes purchases. Maybe I was just trying to get my moneys’ worth, or maybe I just that beat that Jackson 5 infused banging beat, that is straight up No Limit. I get extremely sad for Romeo because he never got the chance to go straight the pros straight out of high school because of David Sterns NBA fashion code that limits players until they are at least one year out of high school to play. I can’t wait to see him suit it up at USC next year. The truth about this song is that I can’t stop dancing every time I hear it and I love to listen to it on my wake up to start my day up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next entry is still tied for 19th and I hate to inform y’all that this will be the last entry for this evening. I am two ray sleeps right now and need to devote the rest of the night to watching the Flames then getting my golden slumber. I need my sleep due to my requirement to pick up Nathanial at the airport at 9AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Tied) Soundtrack for the Night-Joel Plaskett Emergency.:&lt;br /&gt;This is the first of the Joel Plaskett songs to make it onto the list, but I might predict that another could make it on. I truly love this song, and the band, I wish like Joel that I didn’t have a single regret, but I have a pair, which can be truly detailed at a later date. This song doesn’t get a fair shake because I listen to it so much through other mediums, CD, my Vinyl copy (OK, that’s a lie, I have the vinyl but I have yet to be able to find a record player to play it in,) live, on youtube in various recorded live performances, on mix CD, or on his CBC Radio 3 concert session from the Horseshoe, the best venue in Toronto and quite possibly the best street in Dartmouth, or even in Canada. I can’t help but love Joel, and I know that no matter how many times I listen to his songs, they will never get old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188959323224820866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SALjAx7ETII/AAAAAAAAADM/KGuzY2c-Vgc/s320/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********Flash ahead 20 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dan Ehman arrested for public mischief at an acoustic Joel Plaskett concert. His only defense being: “I just love rock and roll!!!!” Apparently Ehman, 40 years old of Dartmouth, missed the point of Mr. Plaskett’s long career where he became solely an acoustic performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lordy Lordy Look who’s 40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On that note and the note of an amazing victory by my beloved Calgary Flames that stemmed from a couple of huge performances from two of my most beloved players Owen Nolan, and Curtis Joseph. The red mile is wiling out right now I reckon. I could not be more satisfied right now.&lt;/span&gt; Except maybe if I had a strawberry milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that effect this is Ehms dreams coming out at you not with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think it would be amazing to see Great Big Sea in some club in Newfoundland. Some serious screeching and just enjoying that show are something that deeply appeals to me right now. It is inspired by Newfoundland tourism commercial. This might not seem super cool but that being said I might not be as super cool as I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to say goodnight before I cause some one to overdose on the daily dose.&lt;br /&gt;Blogalog&lt;br /&gt;ehm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3460579019558480495?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3460579019558480495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3460579019558480495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3460579019558480495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3460579019558480495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/ctd-second-annual-annotated-top-25.html' title='ctd. Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Songs of Second Year'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SALjAx7ETII/AAAAAAAAADM/KGuzY2c-Vgc/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3610116530525345039</id><published>2008-04-12T17:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:54:28.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>The Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Of Second Year!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am pretty &lt;/strong&gt;sure someone is still reading this even after reading the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188470555946536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAEmex7ETGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JHue8npJTAo/s320/VIP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I might split it up into sections realizing them as I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; peruse&lt;/span&gt;, I promise to keep it brief for if I do not we will have the problem of songs &lt;em&gt;moving&lt;/em&gt; along the charts. In order to prevent that from now on, until I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; I will be listening only to CBC &lt;em&gt;radio 3&lt;/em&gt; a la &lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://eculhane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. or maybe my cds '.!.' This will be the second annual annotated Top 25 songs of second year of university. Now that may not make sense to most but due to some ungodly slip of my editors pinky finger my article was titled the first annual top 25 of second year meaning that there would be annual countdowns of the same year. which doesnt make much sense even if you are counting all day like a clock. But technically I am really only finishing my second year of standing in da school of business i can still call it what i want to call it. Next year will be interesting in how i can squander the name again. In any &lt;em&gt;case&lt;/em&gt; first we will start out with the top song of last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you forgot it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188465466410290258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAEh2h7ETFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LVnZuzYhOQ0/s320/another+ollies+kickd+out+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How To Save a Life- by the Fray... a lot changed for me since then. I dont watch greys any more. I have only listened to that song 6 times compared to 76 last year. I dont know if this means I dont any more know how to save a life or my life is no longer in need of saving. who knows all that philosophical bullshit. not me anyways it was a good song last year, and it will always hold a special spot in my heart for those moments where you need to know how to save a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a few pet peeves with the list this year, one i dont have an i pod since it got jacked last year so my stupid creative mp3 player doesnt chart back to iTunes, so im missing a lot of plays from there. also i drive more instead of walking with said i pod so i dont get plays from there. that pretty much does it for pet peeves, moving on to the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last year we also had honourable mention so again im going to drop that on yall friendos to kick this show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to start of im just going to put this out there. Take a Bow Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188473588193447026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAEpPR7ETHI/AAAAAAAAADE/V2276v_caVk/s320/zrihananshirt.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;, haha no im not trying tell rihinna to take a bow all though she rightfully should for this vocal diary entry of a woman being skrng and tellin that man to get his walk on, could it be in relation to the Jay-z Beyonce love triangle, and now that they are "married" maybe she is moving on to ccccc cc cc chris brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another honourable mention goes to "Where are my panties" by outkast... this is by far the funniest skit ever even if everyone loves to hate it ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just gone lay on her boooooty.. this is how i imagine waking up next to amanda bynes... then i snap back to reality when i notice the faint stain on the wall and smell the roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it doesnt deserve honorable mention but im in a giving mode, and i dont know if theres any other way i could work that in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my other honorable mention goes to explosions in the sky. i can always put them on for an afternoon nap or a stroll in the afternoon to mellow out . i wont be rocking out to it on a friday night but they have  their place for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats a long winded way of entering into the list which is beginnning right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    ...........   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                ..........................................   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           _____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, im going to listen to each song as i write about it so this is straight from the heart.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number 25. (tied) funny enough there are five songs tied for number 25. odd enough how since deciding to limit the first post to only five so it looks like you only get one position on the charts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a real hogs battle here with the up and comers of right now at the tail end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first song in this stalemate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still Crazy After All These Years, it is then Followed by Duncan and Me and Julio Down by the School Yard these delightful tunes have all earned 20 plays. and are all by Paul Simon. A legend  in his own right Mr. Simon is also a hall and fame member with his old friend Art Garfunkel. maybe one of the greatest names to ever cross the stage paul simon had his work cut out for him but managed to turn paul simon into a more revered name than Art. Even though art is appreciated all over the world.  I really loved Still Crazy after all these years stemming from ana amazing episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm featuring a paul simon concert and this song. I also see myself as being still crazy after all these years. Julio is all about the royal tenenbaums, i just wanna scamper around playgrounds when i listen to this song and hope that JT isnt perched above me taking a leak. Duncan is a song that I like from hearing it 20 times on his album. Its a super track that is yet another example of why one should love and cherish the works of Mr. Simon. My second best friend named simon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying in the Paul Club with 20 plays is a song I have blogged about before this one being Every Night by sir Paul McCartney. You can check the archives for my in depth thoughts on this song. but ill give you the ehm notes its really good its unplugged. and its coming back to hali...  i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a real turn of events from the pauls next we move to the nicoles. or should i say Nicole. Nicole Scherzinger has stepped away from the Pussy Cat Dolls with her 20 play jam. Whatever u like. she hasnt quite overstepped the shadow of Pollow the Don and T.i. who are the real stars of this song with a super bouncy beat and some skanky ass rappin. I can't wait for the moment when i hear this song at the dome or the palace because as yung joc would say "It's goin down"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last song tied for 20th is another song i have previously blogged about so i'll let that do most of the talking. But i am still enjoying this wicked song. Its long intro trips you up every time as to when its going to start. waiting for the album to actually come out instead of copping hte download is seemeing more and more difficuly we will see what happens when it is actually available for free.  I still havent watched the video for this, but im sure at somepoint i will and will tell you all about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all for now my hands feel like they do after cranking out a ten page essay.  or playing the flute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till soon enough for number 19 i bid you adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog u l8er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehmonius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3610116530525345039?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3610116530525345039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3610116530525345039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3610116530525345039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3610116530525345039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-annual-annotated-top-25-of.html' title='The Second Annual Annotated Top 25 Of Second Year!?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SAEmex7ETGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JHue8npJTAo/s72-c/VIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7776246192016242828</id><published>2008-04-11T16:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:58:00.335-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>my current pet peeve</title><content type='html'>whenever I search for lollipop and listen to lollipop by lil wayne, I am always pretty pleased. until the next track comes up. lollipop by mika comes on. I have frequently considered deleting all mika from my computer but feel as if sometime it will provide something in my life. however this lollipop song makes me want to cut my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;That's whats buggin me right now. &lt;br /&gt;It's tu ray nice out here an i wish i could throw on a Joel Plaskett record and sit out on the patio drinking beers smokin cigars and getting my chat on. Unfortuantly I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;If I know anything about the english language, which is definatly debatable I would call this irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7776246192016242828?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7776246192016242828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7776246192016242828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7776246192016242828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7776246192016242828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-current-pet-peeve.html' title='my current pet peeve'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4265702703398160827</id><published>2008-04-11T12:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:21:23.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liveblog'/><title type='text'>livebloggin the lib (part II)</title><content type='html'>im putting it out there&lt;br /&gt;I am a wasted soul. but its out in the open much like i Am here in the library computer section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.coveritlive.com/index2.php?option=com_altcaster&amp;task=viewaltcast&amp;altcast_code=b44b2d507e&amp;height=550&amp;width=470" scrolling="no" height="550px" width="470px" frameBorder 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5777643156968475652</id><published>2008-04-10T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:26:49.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil wayne'/><title type='text'>my first recantation</title><content type='html'>so i previously blogged about the lollipop "remix" which i said had lil wayne t pain and gabriel antoni. this tag fooled me when i was hammered nad listneing to it and blogging about it and i noticed there was some other chump on it but i did not notice that there was no weezy or t pain when i wrote about it I had my suspicions but that song is crap. and has none of the super people it menitoned.  in any case i recant that as my hoodie and instate the original lollipop with status major.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5777643156968475652?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5777643156968475652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5777643156968475652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5777643156968475652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5777643156968475652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-recantation.html' title='my first 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6110975562732525333?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6110975562732525333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6110975562732525333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6110975562732525333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6110975562732525333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R_2LUcb2S3I/AAAAAAAAACI/SzM38B24Zpo/s72-c/48110_wayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2363566049798529737</id><published>2008-04-09T13:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:55:49.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>livebloggin the lib</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.coveritlive.com/index2.php?option=com_altcaster&amp;task=viewaltcast&amp;altcast_code=1c6416ca10&amp;height=550&amp;width=470" scrolling="no" height="550px" width="470px" frameBorder ="0" &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2363566049798529737?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2363566049798529737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2363566049798529737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2363566049798529737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2363566049798529737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/livebloggin-lib.html' title='livebloggin the lib'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-299688842901717145</id><published>2008-04-08T23:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:08:02.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>its pronounced a blog not a bloog</title><content type='html'>i dont know if anyone still reads this&lt;br /&gt;but if you do this goes out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/otf7e5uNtw0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/otf7e5uNtw0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-299688842901717145?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/299688842901717145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=299688842901717145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/299688842901717145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/299688842901717145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-pronounced-blog-not-bloog.html' title='its pronounced a blog not a bloog'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7725949263514901846</id><published>2008-04-08T11:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:55:33.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blog till i drop</title><content type='html'>saw this &lt;a href="http://news.zdnet.com/2100-9588_22-6236771.html"&gt;story &lt;/a&gt;and was shocked couldn't believe the fate that many of my fellow bloggers are doomed to suffer. i do however try not to lose sleep over my precious dose, but it can be very stressful. there are constant demands and trying to stay on the edge of reason can be very dangerous. i do wish however i was seeing any of those dollar dollar bills. &lt;br /&gt;in any case until i drop dead&lt;br /&gt;i will keep on bloggin in the free world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7725949263514901846?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7725949263514901846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7725949263514901846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7725949263514901846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7725949263514901846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-till-i-drop.html' title='blog till i drop'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7351660156024154794</id><published>2008-04-05T15:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:18:29.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the streak is dead</title><content type='html'>it had been all of '08 that I had gone without getting kicked out of a bar.. well untill now that bouncer at peddlars always gunning for me. they need to make their chairs more accesable to drunk people so i dont fall off them. i also had security at subway called upon me but much to my dismay he wouldnt pound me.&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7351660156024154794?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-8521153744662117674</id><published>2008-04-05T10:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:12:59.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moments of clarity</title><content type='html'>is it just me or should claritin run a commercial involving moments of clarity... one could include  a person being releived of their allergy symptoms and at the same time coming clean .&lt;br /&gt;in honour of that i am going to publish my current to do list. / random goals and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;1. i would like to meet a stranger more often.&lt;br /&gt;2. i would like to make my own pasta&lt;br /&gt;3. i would like to brew my own beer or wine.&lt;br /&gt;4. i would like to study hard for my exams hence do well on them&lt;br /&gt;5. i would like to see more live music&lt;div 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width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4557569641666502013</id><published>2008-04-04T21:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:41:49.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gordie howe hat rick</title><content type='html'>heres to hoping i can score tonight get in a fight and drop a dime on the dancefloor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4557569641666502013?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4557569641666502013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4557569641666502013' title='0 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rokcing otu too hard&lt;br /&gt;not too ften you heard that shit but i rock&lt;br /&gt;im goinmg to level out with my  next shufgfle song&lt;br /&gt;and it is.... travellin by matt mays&lt;br /&gt;i really like this song&lt;br /&gt;goodbye girls you been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;i cam eback for you now i expect you do the same&lt;br /&gt;im going to run myself into a wall tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1503173097677175076?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1503173097677175076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1503173097677175076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;....oh well&lt;br /&gt;when in rome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4463647920286782615?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4463647920286782615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4463647920286782615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4463647920286782615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4463647920286782615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-pack-on-whack.html' title='6 pack on whack'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2835008190980448425</id><published>2008-04-04T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:44:12.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4th bottle</title><content type='html'>this show &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wexNU-cTruY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wexNU-cTruY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;looks pretty good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2835008190980448425?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2835008190980448425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2835008190980448425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2835008190980448425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2835008190980448425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/4th-bottle.html' title='4th bottle'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3102611872795546947</id><published>2008-04-04T18:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:09:09.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Bottle</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite blogs, &lt;a href="http://myespn.go.com/nba/truehoop"&gt;Truehoop&lt;/a&gt; starts of each night with the first and second cup&lt;br /&gt;i assume he is talking about coffee but im going to flip the script on that and blog during the night with my first and second bottle. and so on. if i can keep track..&lt;br /&gt;so here we start with&lt;br /&gt;Third Bottle&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think of it untill to late so im already at number three but i am thoroughly enjoying the new alpine summit its taking me sky high.&lt;br /&gt;Im a huge fan of the new madonna track four minutes.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt even approach hung up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3102611872795546947?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3102611872795546947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3102611872795546947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3102611872795546947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3102611872795546947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/04/third-bottle.html' title='Third Bottle'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-753587592534336504</id><published>2008-03-30T03:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T04:05:12.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i started the oldie hoodie and goodie but got sick sidetracks&lt;br /&gt;so recap oldie is solsbury hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to move on to the goodie&lt;br /&gt;fuck it im going to make it our song by taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with this song and you can try and rip me for it but i wont ever stop loving it and she can play it again its a perfect song for any situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hoodie im going to go with a song that is a generous donation to a vocoder company the Remix of lollipop with t pain&lt;br /&gt;is anyone surprised to see this come out&lt;br /&gt;most of it is one of the biggest wastes of a deep voice ever to rap gabriel antoni but t pain and weezy do belong in the industry and this is the last song that will go number one that is in the key of a vocoder so book that shit right now t pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to bed right now as long as i can figure out &lt;em&gt;Whos house&lt;/em&gt; this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to tomorow when i should have sent my project to school but instead imgoing to work in like 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;at least im getting over half the reccomended amount but i will probably wake up with  a heart attack in a chest of mine due to red bull&lt;br /&gt;someone call  me mrs canter bury and her law before i back door someone&lt;br /&gt;whoooooooooooos house&lt;br /&gt;runs HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog blog for now&lt;br /&gt;ehm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3399015773281488845</id><published>2008-03-30T03:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:58:03.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NBB</title><content type='html'>no business bloggin&lt;br /&gt;its about 4am right now&lt;br /&gt;and this aint no our lady peace song&lt;br /&gt;this is real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was a music video because then i might wake up at 1pm and i wouldnt be at work&lt;br /&gt;the basement&lt;br /&gt;the main floor are trashed&lt;br /&gt;my new role model is still alive&lt;br /&gt;starting the wire again ray soon but californication is my new tana late adjustment puts the horseshoe a head of the rest for no other reason than it hosts my current semantics and i aint talkin nothing kosher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael jackson has sold out&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the oldie goodie and hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill start with the oldie&lt;br /&gt;part of me wants to rank beat it by fallout boy and john mayer somewhere on this list&lt;br /&gt;i like the song&lt;br /&gt;i love MJ and want to listen to XM thriller all the time and cant wait for lil zoom to bring back my copy of bad&lt;br /&gt;in any case john mayer own guitar&lt;br /&gt;so i will just let that song speak for itself because it only exists in ridiculousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oldie for the week is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....????oldie?&lt;br /&gt;do i even like tunes that are old&lt;br /&gt;what is old?&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of sometheing to say&lt;br /&gt;my oldie  will be solsbury hill&lt;br /&gt;because for one&lt;br /&gt;i could go for a croissant&lt;br /&gt;for two i love that song&lt;br /&gt;and for three it made in good company so as a memo to hollywood i would love any movie that uses this song&lt;br /&gt;or ryan adams&lt;br /&gt;or shania twain&lt;br /&gt;she may be a little past her prime but ill never forget her bandwagon hoopping juno histing hockey jersey dresses like a hobag bon soir&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wish i could wake up in a field of dreams&lt;br /&gt;or at least next to kevin costner   thats a deffamation suit waiting to happen. and i aint about to get slandered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a whore jenise&lt;br /&gt;at least until dr phil proves me wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3399015773281488845?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3399015773281488845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3399015773281488845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3399015773281488845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3399015773281488845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/nbb.html' title='NBB'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6023902940977546804</id><published>2008-03-26T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:38:42.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>Writer's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been another far too long lack of a daily dose. My life has been pretty hectic, and to make matters worse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been suffering from a terrible case, of writer's blog. Nothing has really been coming to me as inspiration in the last few days. Maybe it's because my mind has been focused on pumping out bullshit for school.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe listening to Lil' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Romeo isn't&lt;/span&gt; the great inspiration I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuuUXnhfQGI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuuUXnhfQGI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; addiction is also growing. I just did something I never would have imagined myself doing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-ordered the deluxe version of Death Cab’s new album Narrow Stairs&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-qz6RCN_II/AAAAAAAAACA/HG7_5lxDmlM/s1600-h/47303_DCFC_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182152134829669506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-qz6RCN_II/AAAAAAAAACA/HG7_5lxDmlM/s320/47303_DCFC_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It does come with lots of cool extras, and I only have to pay 99 cents right now, and the rest on the delivery of the full album on May 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, when I will probably have had the album from a leak for a month and listened to it many times. Actually no! I am going to get this album legit. So I will be waiting for it until it really releases. Go Music Industry! Hopefully my will power isn't as weak as I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-qzTRCN_HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vlPUM3H3hV0/s1600-h/konk200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182151464814771314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-qzTRCN_HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vlPUM3H3hV0/s320/konk200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In terms of illegal downloads. The Kooks' new album &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Konk&lt;/span&gt; is great. Listening to it makes me want to wear shorts, a sleeveless tee and flip flops and just sit around on a patio smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarello&lt;/span&gt; cigars and drinking Sol. Unfortunately after putting all that effort into getting ready when I walk out onto the patio... It is a blizzard. Can someone please tell G-d that its' spring. We aren't really on speaking terms since I took his name in vain so many times, and I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; around with Hebrew letters hanging on my necklace. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t even know about the premarital sex… Oops I have said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto my thoughts on TV, my life sometimes seems like an episode of two and a half men, I can't get into details right now but stay tuned, but it has taught me a lot more respect for Charlie Sheen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And call me queer but I love dancing with the stars. Actually please don't call me queer, unless you mean just all around &lt;em&gt;strange&lt;/em&gt;. If it's wrong for a man to enjoy half naked &lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt; dancing around and moving to such great tunes as Hey Baby, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Americano&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favorite songs from The Talented Mr. Ripley. Kristi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yamaguchi&lt;/span&gt; is dominant, but don't count out Mario he is far more charismatic, and will likely be more of a favorite with the females, what with his suit jacket with ripped off sleeves, exposing the gun show. I also want to put it on record that I would do anything to marry Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carolla&lt;/span&gt;’s dance partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjWcbz00Wm4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjWcbz00Wm4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The county of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Guysborough&lt;/span&gt; must be ecstatic that someone from the area has made it onto the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much everything that is bubbling on my mind right now so, I'm gonna pull an Elliot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Spitzer&lt;/span&gt; and pull out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog you later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6023902940977546804?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6023902940977546804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6023902940977546804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6023902940977546804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6023902940977546804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/writers-blog.html' title='Writer&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-qz6RCN_II/AAAAAAAAACA/HG7_5lxDmlM/s72-c/47303_DCFC_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3943655088462130848</id><published>2008-03-23T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:23:57.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dartmouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city of lakes'/><title type='text'>top 10 streets in dartmouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-XpYBCN_FI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4nOT4idNkk/s1600-h/cd+cover+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180803545163496530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-XpYBCN_FI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4nOT4idNkk/s320/cd+cover+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. my tenth favorite street is silvers road by hawthorn school its a dead end mountain of a street and adds a workout to an otherwise peaceful hill walk in dartmouth. it is my everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. bolton ave. this was always the long way around the lake to meet up with al, it was like walking down a street and ending up in guysbourough or some other lobster fishing colony. and then we got to get the sneak preview of maritime noon, to which i still wish i had been able t o sell that sound bite to air before noon and make us all rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Joffre: the good ol speedway is the fastest route from banook to portland and theres only a 55 % chance of blowing out your tires in the numerous potholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Whnydholme: this was a street that in my day was divided in two by a arc of woods and a nother street all of the suden the street existed again it confused many a people and many more when you all stole the medford street sign, thank god after i left someone got together with someone with half a mind and united the top part of medford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Hershey: You cant have beef to delivering some papers to a street thats covered with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Medford: This was the street that paved my way into dartmouth even if noone ever knew because there was rarely a sign to guide you. it was a great little street tucked between god and the ghetto. (a church and lawfront apartments) some of the most inspirational quotes of my life were on that church sign and to god and his son i thank him for that. and to medford residents at number 23 i will continue to honk everytime i drive by. and i dont care if you are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the horseshoe: a street so famous it needs not any classification, a street that nere one would dare touch, hosts many a party and gathering and is open to the farthest parts of the globle, becuase everytime you go to the horseshoe you are bound to get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. sinclair: the last landmark before finally arriving on my home turf on the walk home, it was the base camp of the final peak, and also host to one of the best predrink spots in the history of dartmouth silvers hill, no offense birch it just wasnt your time becuase micmac was the host and not banook, in any case it provideds storage under the bleachers to save for a little post party, and it also doubled as our first snowbaord park, where you could do jumps and rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summit St. : the street that host potentially the most coolest group of people to inhibit one street, even for the peeps that lay on the street but dont fall there on a map, it is the vain going from the anterior to the rest of the caverns of dartmouth. it is a foot link that cuts through the drawbacks of traffic and leads you trhough the once scenic lakefront and the woods where we used to take our beers to the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Portland St. no other street encompanies such a wide variety of residents, sights , amenities, and good time. there is no osbecenic route along this classic street, it visits dartmouth oldest and most suceesful businesses along with the most current people getting into the business or portland. it goes from the corner that be celtic along our very own little canal, up one of the few main streets in the country that still provides a solid overhang of leafy trees. and you dont have to always worry about getting a ticket. as you progress up street you begin to see all that dartmouth was is and could be some low points incluide easssaim with one of my favorite points just up at the top of the hill where it becomes colby but you can see the whole city from there.it also provided many of us with many great movie experiences with penhornand emipre dartmouth both being on the penhorn line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone can tell me something i cant do on portland street. i will do it or die trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3943655088462130848?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3943655088462130848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3943655088462130848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3943655088462130848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3943655088462130848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-10-streets-in-dartmouth.html' title='top 10 streets in dartmouth'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-XpYBCN_FI/AAAAAAAAABo/I4nOT4idNkk/s72-c/cd+cover+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-1665993327226413353</id><published>2008-03-23T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:58:24.726-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idealogism'/><title type='text'>way to deep</title><content type='html'>that last post was really deep and i just wanted to let everyone know that i aintno punk ass bitch and i still stay strapped makin it rain to many times on too many hos and i just cant stop poppin my colla and slaapin bitch or even jockin a fo' so  if you in doubt then you aint got no clout and my momma said knock you out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1665993327226413353?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1665993327226413353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1665993327226413353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1665993327226413353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1665993327226413353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-to-deep.html' title='way to deep'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2974473342751781053</id><published>2008-03-23T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:54:34.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>The Smell of Paper</title><content type='html'>sometimes do you ever just think to long about something you want? or look to hard at the same thing hoping for it to just magically change or get better? like just waking up knowing you did something completely and utterly moronic, and you just look at your ceiling hoping that the colors are going to change and your life will go back to normal. the shawdows begin to move around in circles as if to tell you that you are going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;..... but when the lights turn on and you see the real nemesis but then you realize that you are looking at a mirror.&lt;br /&gt; can't hate the other team always you might say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2974473342751781053?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2974473342751781053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2974473342751781053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2974473342751781053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2974473342751781053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/smell-of-paper.html' title='The Smell of Paper'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-1012242341168964612</id><published>2008-03-19T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:08:25.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corner'/><title type='text'>"My name is my name!"</title><content type='html'>This would be a really good title to a blog about people talking smack, blow, joe, crack,&lt;strong&gt; trash&lt;/strong&gt;, jive or just straight up hooey. But just straight up on the subject of my name I would like to say that I only have 3 names. The one I was born with, the one my parents gave to me, and the one I &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; for myself, and I intend to do right by all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the real world, and away from the ramblings of a corner boy wannabe. It's been a far too long since my last daily dose. I feel like a patient &lt;strong&gt;off &lt;/strong&gt;his meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrible choice has been thrust upon me which is lose-lose. On one hand do I choose eternal friendship, or on the other hand do I choose fancy free fun and my favorite times ever.&lt;br /&gt;St Paddys was quite delightful a night you can't mess up at the Celtic Corner where the live music is rockin, and the drinks are flowing. Moving the night over to whiskeys is substantially more sketch but you can't complain too much about a 2$ shot of jamesons. I know mcnulty wouldn't and he is my primary role model. They also serve nachos at any time of the night which is a must have on the corners of downtown Dartmouth where any fool might try and step to you you best hope you don't have an empty tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note before I move on to the oldie, goodie, and hoodie. I want to make a comment on my every skyrocketing itunes budget which has been steadily increasing to the point where it is at $3.96 right now. I can only see this number going higher as I search for more instant gratification and good tunes in an effort to keep new music coming to the blog. Next thing you know I'll be bankrupt and suing Apple for ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;While I still have my dignity, my blog, and money to spend on singles I will unload upon you this weeks &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-GapBCN_CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZPwPiEaPpyw/s1600-h/lgmp0011%2Bbob_marley_rastaman_bob_marley_mini_poster110707033916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179591075895835682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-GapBCN_CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZPwPiEaPpyw/s320/lgmp0011%2Bbob_marley_rastaman_bob_marley_mini_poster110707033916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oldie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Goodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First of I will start with the oldie. This just happens to be the song I am currently listening to and it happens to be pretty old. So if this week was a cup of coffee I would &lt;em&gt;Stir it Up&lt;/em&gt;, â la Bob Marley. It would also have two portions of cream and be really hot to warm it up.This is a classic chillin' out song for all times of day. It is also the song that kept me from hanging myself from the stop request cords on the bus when I was unwittingly doing circles around Burnside. You can't be sad listening to Bob Marley, you just can't, this must be how Jamaicans on refugee boats to the states stay jolly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-Ga3BCN_DI/AAAAAAAAABY/uecdr5T07dY/s1600-h/rick-ross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179591316414004274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-Ga3BCN_DI/AAAAAAAAABY/uecdr5T07dY/s320/rick-ross.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie&lt;br /&gt;If you like boasting then you might like this. It's the latest in the can't miss combination of Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy, and bringing in the always classic Trick Daddy, the song entitled "Luxury Tax" this is all about skraight politics, and taxes those who are wack. This is an appropriate time to mention that the New York Knicks pay 36$ million or more dollars in luxury tax. Little did I know these taxes go straight to the boss Rick Ross. and they still don't even make the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the goodie.&lt;br /&gt;this is a w w w w w world premiere/ a new song straight from other places on the Internet. It is a solid song from an old friend in Death Cab for Cutie with their new jam "I Will Possess Your Heart". The song begins with a over four minute line jam session that would make the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-GbBRCN_EI/AAAAAAAAABg/WAt-TtfFjrU/s1600-h/51dxta19U3L__AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179591492507663426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-GbBRCN_EI/AAAAAAAAABg/WAt-TtfFjrU/s320/51dxta19U3L__AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;underground conversationalists look like a premature oral ejaculation. Eventually that familiar voice kicks in, and love it or hate it from summers past you will probably have that same reaction. This song is completely different from most other Death Cab stuff, but i thoroughly enjoyed it and it is one of the few 8.5 minute songs that I can listen to multiple times a day. I'm looking at &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;Stairway To Heaven. It is so very difficult to predict when the vocals will kick in and that is half the fun. DCFC fans will enjoy this for sure. Non-fans could be hit or miss. But its worth a spin. I am really looking forward to this new album Narrow Stairs. and luckily i am not fat so i will have no trouble walking up them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for Now&lt;br /&gt;I will be indulging in some late night Studies of the methods that quantitate my life.&lt;br /&gt;Blog you later&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-1012242341168964612?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/1012242341168964612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=1012242341168964612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1012242341168964612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/1012242341168964612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-name-is-my-name.html' title='&quot;My name is my name!&quot;'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R-GapBCN_CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZPwPiEaPpyw/s72-c/lgmp0011%2Bbob_marley_rastaman_bob_marley_mini_poster110707033916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2417933990492101803</id><published>2008-03-17T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:24:51.167-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><title type='text'>A Weekend to Try to Remember</title><content type='html'>So today was sunday, selection sunday. Haven't really started looking at my bracket yet. But I shall do that tomorow. Today was great because Acadia lost the national title to Brock in mens bball. many around me were cheering for Acadia to represent the local boys. But me I am a jealous, vindictive, grudge holding mother fucker, and there was no way I was going to let Kelly, Scarianne, Maria, and all them hoez talk jive on me for what would surely be an eternity, now we have a banner and they don't so they can take a busted nut in the ear. In other news my whole life could be a lie. All my life I have had two regrets the first stemming from an incident at Hatfields Farm, the grad party me peter and nicole organized. My only regret up until recently was that I did not get a hamburger at hatfield farms. I heard bad things about them but i wanted ot taste the fruit of my labour, and I felt so empty the next morning. and i know a hambruger that night would have been amazing. instead of the concussion from being bloodied in the gladiator ring. In any case I have heard from a source that was with me that night, that remembers me eating something, maybe a hot dog, maybe a hamburger. In any case I dont know how ot react but to assume this is a lie, trying to trap me into something. My other regret has something to do with donair FYI. &lt;br /&gt;Can't Believe Denver scored 168&lt;br /&gt;oh well &lt;br /&gt;time to go back to the scene of my friday night crimes for bed and sleep&lt;br /&gt;st paddys tomorow yaaaar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2417933990492101803?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2417933990492101803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2417933990492101803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2417933990492101803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2417933990492101803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-to-try-to-remember.html' title='A Weekend to Try to Remember'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5460477695729219075</id><published>2008-03-15T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:20:00.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only True Green Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9whQzI74QI/AAAAAAAAABI/MqCSD-ygF8Q/s1600-h/moosehead-neon-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9whQzI74QI/AAAAAAAAABI/MqCSD-ygF8Q/s320/moosehead-neon-final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178050244058538242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honour of St Paddys Beer and my job, drink up young lads&lt;br /&gt;get a case of moose green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5460477695729219075?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5460477695729219075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5460477695729219075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5460477695729219075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5460477695729219075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-true-green-beer.html' title='The Only True Green Beer'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9whQzI74QI/AAAAAAAAABI/MqCSD-ygF8Q/s72-c/moosehead-neon-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7629292033913046009</id><published>2008-03-15T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:43:53.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky To Be Alive</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a href="http://www.rte.ie/arts/2008/0314/spearsb.html"&gt;Britney&lt;/a&gt; would maybe say "He's so lucky, but he cry ay ay ay in his lonely night" or some nonsense like that. I woke up this morning in more of a daze than usual. I was not in my bed which is nothing new as apparently when I go out that is the last place I choose to sleep. But this morning was strange as I woke up in plain sight of my bed, mere feet from it. This baffled me and I could not remember why I would do that. But eventually it became painstakingly clear. Some would say the writing  was on the wall, but I prefer to say the puke was on the wall. Because it literally was. I pieced together some vocal points of the night which included me spitting on the back of the bouncer of peddlers and getting away with it this time. Sucka!  Then me and Adrian went to the crow and at some point went home for donairs. Much to my demise I found that donair untouched this morning and devoured it to filly my empty stomache. Needless to say Dave was less than impressed. SMU ball team lost yesterday and so did I EHM&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah peep this vid if you aint heard dat real talk &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdaAWFoWr2c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdaAWFoWr2c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7629292033913046009?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7629292033913046009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7629292033913046009' title='3 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troubadore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0T9qBdbV7v0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0T9qBdbV7v0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-704435334197981359?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/704435334197981359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=704435334197981359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2495514539739606907?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2495514539739606907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2495514539739606907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2495514539739606907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2495514539739606907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-shitty-world-we-live-in-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3928785697676659427</id><published>2008-03-13T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:13:13.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>"Smu Drops the ball" ---- ehman suffers</title><content type='html'>frick im exhausted just got in from work again nad a long day of schoolin. unfortunatly the dream of ottawa is dead. dead like me. all avenues have been exhausted and now like a sleepy street I feel as if i should feel some cold pavement on my face. cant wait to see mister bens letter to the chronicle herald soon. smu really did drop the ball i plan on writing a  full piece on the fiasco to be published in the smu journal. luckily today i got 12 free cases of beer and work&lt;br /&gt;drowning sorrows begins soon if anyone wants to join me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3928785697676659427?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3928785697676659427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3928785697676659427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3928785697676659427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3928785697676659427'/><link rel='alternate' 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9dSXzI74PI/AAAAAAAAABA/gSvQpQLOYCQ/s320/taylor%2520swift%2520by%2520andrew%2520orth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2239519372244744477?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2239519372244744477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2239519372244744477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2239519372244744477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2239519372244744477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-wrong-to-love-someone-who-is.html' title='is it wrong to love someone who is underage?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9dSXzI74PI/AAAAAAAAABA/gSvQpQLOYCQ/s72-c/taylor%2520swift%2520by%2520andrew%2520orth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6297185413302111284</id><published>2008-03-12T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:43:56.411-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letdowns'/><title type='text'>who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?</title><content type='html'>so I recently started to blog about my top ten tv shows of all time but it would appear to be too daunting a task for me to complete just yet. I would like to give it more thought so has not to leave any stone unturned. there's nothing i want less than too come out with something that im not proud of.  so in any case today I saw a movie I reccomend you all see. and one  i reccomend no living soul puts them selves through again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you the reader decide which is which, I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Be Kind Rewind"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and "Hitman"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope you got it right I didnt watch all of hitman but i was able to prognose it. in any case. think what you must and in god must you trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while I can't leave you with a definitive list I can leave with 3 songs what I will dub as the weekly  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oldie, Goodie and  Hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Oldie: This week the oldie will go to surprise, surprise, an old favorite. I have a feeling that will happen pretty frequently so as the blogs progress just keep that in mind. I'm going to go with the MTV unplugged version of "Every Night" by Paul Mcartney. This song was off his first true solo album, which I haven't heard much else of it. But Paul knows how to sweet talk a a lady. And how to make a "oooooh, ooooh, oohhh, oooooooooooooh yeah". so much more than a bunch of vowels, or the sounds of a pair of laid down lovers. this is one of my go to songs right now so think about checking it out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Goodie: This is just a somewhat new maybe fresh song that you may or may not have heard. who knows i'm just sayin its good. and you should listen. This week im going to go with "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" by Vampire Weekend. Its just a vibin tune with some good ol fashion riffs. There i said every word associated with guitar i can think of without mentioning heroes. Oops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally the Hoodie: This is the category to let you know I still am from the dirty streets of south central dartmouth, whatever that means. So what I like rap music. get over it. And in hnour of this weeks AUS champions the smu huskies im repping "Pop Bottles" by Birdman with Lil Weezy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;over and out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6297185413302111284?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6297185413302111284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6297185413302111284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6297185413302111284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6297185413302111284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-gives-fuck-about-oxford-comma.html' title='who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3508684343416955925</id><published>2008-03-11T23:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:44:38.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3508684343416955925?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3508684343416955925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3508684343416955925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3508684343416955925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3508684343416955925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-letdown.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-153136315599756786</id><published>2008-03-11T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:08:47.776-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the industry'/><title type='text'>Is this for real?</title><content type='html'>Can't beleive &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJVTlILNLbI"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is an actual group name for anything other than a bunch of porn stars out on the town.&lt;br /&gt; what has the music industry come too? do they have any standards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-153136315599756786?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/153136315599756786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=153136315599756786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/153136315599756786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/153136315599756786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3070089161879738918</id><published>2008-03-11T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:58:23.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why oh why lord&lt;br /&gt;after just arriving home for the first time in well over 24 hours feeling tired as hell after taking an extra shift at work. and all I want to do is go to bed or watch the wire I find out that tomorow morning i have a nother g0d damned midterm in marketing. i thought it would be sweetly serene to arrive home to my own bed which i havent slept in since wednesday. couches, and cars just havent done it for me restwise. at least today at work was unbeleivably easy i worked the store and served like 3 customers. answered the phone a few times. had a wicked dub QPC meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has quickly caught up with me. im also really bummed because I cant watch the wire right away. which is going to change my life i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tomorow come&lt;br /&gt;must study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must study&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;study&lt;br /&gt;muzzzzzzzt zzzzzzzstudy&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;     zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;z zz             z  zzzudi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3070089161879738918?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3070089161879738918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3070089161879738918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3070089161879738918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3070089161879738918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-oh-why-lord-after-just-arriving.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-717354912316282228</id><published>2008-03-10T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:36:56.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday ended up being pretty fun despite my overall tiredness and sickness. My voice is very hard to properly use from all of the screaming I did over the weekend: now I know how porn stars feel.  Anyways last night big time celebrations with the byes on the team. Peter was as drunk as a skunk. He spent a lot of time speaking absolute jibberish composing of my name and swear words. Also he did some kicking around of garbage cans and attempted to shoot in a garbage can but failed miserably three times. It was pretty embarassing sight to see  an atlantic champ fall so hard. In any case the night progressed and I didn't end up going to the bar. sorry glock next weekend ill save some more juice for the end of the weekend. I'd also like to thank Peter this morning for burying me in about a hundred blankets jackets pillows and whatever he could find. It kept me really warm.&lt;br /&gt; In other news my midterm in 2 hours is coming fast and my progress is going slow. Communications is also almost finished which is progress.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to clamp down right now and do this right because I dont want to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-717354912316282228?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/717354912316282228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=717354912316282228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/717354912316282228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/717354912316282228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-ended-up-being-pretty-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3119976285011389384</id><published>2008-03-09T21:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:05:20.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 5 justifications for hittin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; i will wake up earlier if im hungover &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we won da championhip ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will cut down on travel time to go to school if i wake up in halifax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the hair of the dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you only live once?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;bottom 2 reasons not too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am soooo tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to do school work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the winner is....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3119976285011389384?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3119976285011389384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3119976285011389384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3119976285011389384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3119976285011389384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-5-justifications-for-hittin-bottle-i.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-3324175244337577439</id><published>2008-03-09T18:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:50:50.869-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the roots'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't beleive im missing the roots play carleton&lt;br /&gt;and yes that is &lt;a href="http://videos.onsmash.com/v/b6lVAXc7ldjfdHNt"&gt;Jazzy Jeff &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?uestlove is ridiculous on the drums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-3324175244337577439?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/3324175244337577439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=3324175244337577439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3324175244337577439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/3324175244337577439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-beleive-im-missing-roots-play.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4345419185961496268</id><published>2008-03-09T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:38:56.494-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wish god didn't steal an hour from me. It should only be 530 but instead its 630. This is one of those moments where I think if it was 530 i wouldnt be quite so distressed with my lack of progress in any direction. Instead im just sitting around drinking glass after glass of good host iced tea . If someone doesnt turn the light on soon my eyes are going to become useless in light like those men that live underground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4345419185961496268?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4345419185961496268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4345419185961496268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4345419185961496268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4345419185961496268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-wish-god-didnt-steal-hour-from.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-5253482903464417510</id><published>2008-03-09T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:10:11.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9RBjjI74LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oxpR5aMilJ8/s1600-h/smu+ball+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175833950739488946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9RBjjI74LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oxpR5aMilJ8/s400/smu+ball+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just got back from winning the AUS championship. Ridiculously good game. The Glock was firing shots like he was on the Wire. Looks like you might see me in O Town. I really hate metro transit on  sundays. Took fucking forever to get around today. Tonight is trey dangerous because i truly should study for a midterm tomorow but its celebration time:( well see how that plays out. Everyone last night loved the signs with C H E A T E  R S on 8 pieces of bristol board. Gotta think of some good ideas for more signs for ottawa. Got some good plans though.&lt;br /&gt;Im once again so so so hungry thining about cooking up some chicken. still wish i had bacon&lt;br /&gt;all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-5253482903464417510?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/5253482903464417510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=5253482903464417510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5253482903464417510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/5253482903464417510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-got-back-from-winning-aus.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/R9RBjjI74LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oxpR5aMilJ8/s72-c/smu+ball+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-2056132266605464997</id><published>2008-03-08T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:58:47.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a miserable waste&lt;br /&gt;neeeeeed to get my eggs in the basket.. note on lunch not very good. needed bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-2056132266605464997?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/2056132266605464997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=2056132266605464997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2056132266605464997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/2056132266605464997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-miserable-waste-neeeeeed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-490067034144732771</id><published>2008-03-08T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:11:52.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have bacon.&lt;br /&gt;I am starving to death in a wasteland of rotting food&lt;br /&gt;I want bacon and eggs&lt;br /&gt;Really Badly&lt;br /&gt;I just want bacon and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make bacon and eggs&lt;br /&gt;but i only have eggs&lt;br /&gt;no bacon&lt;br /&gt; I need bacon&lt;br /&gt;                        I think i might make a breakfast burrito sans meat.&lt;br /&gt;but i just wish i had bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-490067034144732771?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/490067034144732771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=490067034144732771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/490067034144732771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/490067034144732771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-have-bacon.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4385691503091736858</id><published>2008-03-08T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:35:33.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s the man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched "amanda bynes' opus"-dave     she's the man  with solid performances by channing tatum and vinnie jones i feel pretty good about it a good way to spend a hungover morning seeing the beauty of amanda in HD it makes a real commentary about homesexuality and what to do when you fall in love when you think a girl is a girl but she is also sometimes a boy. sometimes people can just overcome things like that inexplicably. channing tatum is no longer just a "dancing statue" or something like that that dan mack called him i plan on playing the part of a boy that goes to that same school to be a girl for some reason which has yet to be decided but amanda bynes will be my love interest and it will be ironic when she falls for me and is fooled by my girl outfit because the exact same thing happened to her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4385691503091736858?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4385691503091736858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4385691503091736858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4385691503091736858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4385691503091736858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-watched-amanda-bynes-opus-dave.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-6631900119869727294</id><published>2008-03-08T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:00:22.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil wayne'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought this picture was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/49167-lil-wayne-condom-spokesperson"&gt;http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/49167-lil-wayne-condom-spokesperson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-6631900119869727294?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/6631900119869727294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=6631900119869727294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6631900119869727294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/6631900119869727294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-thought-this-picture-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7781415063097053169</id><published>2008-03-08T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:38:43.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realized something i forgot to mention the other day on the way home from work i was literally talking about how carrie underwoods new album isnt over played then jenise said thats becuase i dont listen to country radio and seconds later "all american girl" came on the radio&lt;br /&gt;i eat my words for breakfast today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7781415063097053169?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7781415063097053169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7781415063097053169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7781415063097053169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7781415063097053169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-realized-something-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4243237485878526551</id><published>2008-03-08T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:19:07.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ginormous win last night for the true maroon huskies. The win came at a time where we couldnt need it anymore the playoffs. when literally if you lose... you go home, or back to your respective school if your home isnt there. in any case we stole the game from UPEI unfortunatly the sign i made was to no real avail because Jazzmen didn't get to play. so the jazzmen did not cometh. no matter becuase we still had a jolly good one. with the game on the line and ike on the line i think i showed some cowardice because i literally could not watch the outcome so i turned away and raised my hand luckily he sunk it and we were able to win. I literally went bonkers and lost my cool. Just jumping up and down and basking in the stolen victory much like a newly free afghan kid now free to fly his Or her kite. Post game gave some mad props to the Glock himself. then it was off to the potentially worst bar in town where the bouncers hate me and me them.  twas there where the pitchers starting flowin. i talked ball i drank beer and i was routinely shot down with any of the ladies i just oculdnt get anything going. i then left with cullen to go to boston pizza where i can always calm my nerves with a paralyzer but when they refused us both service things started to look down. at this point i was cold and disheartened due to the fact that i left my jacket at home for fear of losing it. so i went back to peddlers again i was in and out of there more times than a thai hooker in a tourist.  to make matters worse i literally was in a cab about to be on the bridge when i changed my mind and decided to go back. probly a terrible decision but you know what they say... when in rome. . . i did finally make it home with a cabbie who sounded exactly like casey affleck in gone baby gone. he didnt know who casey affleck is and i told him to rent gone baby gone. then the cabbie realized that he remembered me from my last trip to peddlers where i walked home across gottingen and the bridge and he picked me up at the gas station on the other side of the bridge. what a small world/city i then arrived home and despite my assurances the door was locked. and the heavy thinker i am my keys were in my jacket, which was smartly left inside to avoid losing it. i had the brains to try and climb the tree to the balcony all i got out of that was some fresh cuts on my arm that appear to have bled more than they look like they should.. why that would happen i do not know i will have to consult a physician. in any case i decided to lay down by the door to wait for someone to come home and since my phone died and i had no other options. or so i thought. a premonition came to me that maggies car would be a good slumber dome&lt;br /&gt; so i staggered out to the driveway and checked all the doors i thought it was a lost cause but the last back door was open and in the back seat i found all a man needs , a blankie and a pillow. and there i lay dormant until roughly 930 when the sound of falling raindrops like a ton of bricks roused me. i came into the main compound and tried to sleep but it would appear my resting spot gave me enough sleep to not sleep again, but not enough to make me feel rested. i also then found out  that last night when dave got home he had been searching the viciniity of the house with a lantern in an attempt to find my rotting soul becuase he knew i was locked out and couldnt find my corpse.. he really wanted to know where oh where my body goes.&lt;br /&gt;in any case now for some reason canadian tire calls. and you know i will answer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4243237485878526551?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4243237485878526551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4243237485878526551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4243237485878526551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4243237485878526551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/ginormous-win-last-night-for-true.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-7268646118587300608</id><published>2008-03-07T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:38:19.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from work. Today was pretty annoying. Of course i get to the bus station and figure ill take a different bus that arrived when i got off my transfer so i hop on the 52 burnside assuming it would go down windmill and get me to my destination. After driving around burnside for about an hour i come to realize that no it would not take me there. I had to bail out of that and wait for another bus that would go. In the end i was roughly 40 minutes late. and was then chewed out by the boss. what up with that? I've also come to realize i make my living selling booze to the laziest mopes in town, many people so lazy they wont get out of their car or  buy beer in normal operating hours they instead wait till 11:55 and come rushing through. and oh yeah thanks a lot for telling me how cold and shitty it is outside. me standing out there all night never noticed it. in any case&lt;br /&gt;its still a pretty easy and good job and on that note im gonna bounce for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-7268646118587300608?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/7268646118587300608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=7268646118587300608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7268646118587300608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/7268646118587300608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-got-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4975061497210352033</id><published>2008-03-06T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:06:34.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to go to work, but i dont want to work&lt;br /&gt;i want to bang on the drum all day...&lt;br /&gt;AUS tomorow lets go huskies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4975061497210352033?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4975061497210352033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4975061497210352033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4975061497210352033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4975061497210352033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-to-go-to-work-but-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-4239437236447971491</id><published>2008-03-06T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:55:44.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back and whack'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an unreasonable amount of time for which this blog has been updated. A lot of changes in my life, another new regret to add to the list of one which now has two.  Now is not really the time to delve into regrets but, I will tell you it involved a donair; or for lack of better words, a lack of a donair. Today has a good feeling about it, the sun has finally decided to shine, and there is nothing but blue skies. It's getting near to the point where I can officially call to an end the season of winter.&lt;br /&gt; A rather startling tidbit of information that I have just recently come to realize, I have not been kicked out of an establishment since Halloween, this is quite the streak. I'll be sure to keep you posted on its continuation. I have been recently thinking about the possibility of every single person in the world giving on person the silent treatment, how long would it take for this person to go completely crazy. Could it be done. I would be interested to see how that all played out.  Recently this link was passed on to me. Stolen from someone and further stolen down from someone else. Some interesting shit if you've got too much time on your hands, and are a big lost fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timelooptheory.com/the_timeline.htm"&gt;http://www.timelooptheory.com/the_timeline.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have recently started a landscaping company in my spare time. So please come to me if you want to get some landscaping done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danehmanlandscaping.com/"&gt;http://www.danehmanlandscaping.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also whatever you see about me on the cover of any magazine might not be true&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;of todays dose.&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-4239437236447971491?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/4239437236447971491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=4239437236447971491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4239437236447971491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/4239437236447971491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-unreasonable-amount-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748533692523180</id><published>2006-09-05T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:42:16.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting help with my tie for Gill's sisters' wedding&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/wedding0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/wedding0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Me Gill and her mom at the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/wedding0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/wedding0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Joe Ben Pat and I at our favorite hangout the mic mac tavern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me arriving at the Canteen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748533692523180?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748533692523180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748533692523180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748533692523180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748533692523180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-help-with-my-tie-for-gills.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748491913782992</id><published>2006-09-05T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:35:19.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Canteen Shots&lt;br /&gt;Me Arriving for a hard day's work&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating a good day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chatting up a customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748491913782992?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748491913782992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748491913782992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748491913782992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748491913782992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-canteen-shots-me-arriving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748449309007683</id><published>2006-09-05T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:28:13.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sights at Banook&lt;br /&gt;War Canoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Joe on the docks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat docks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The deck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748449309007683?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748449309007683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748449309007683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748449309007683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748449309007683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/sights-at-banook-war-canoe-joe-on.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748434757822062</id><published>2006-09-05T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:25:47.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my canteen window onto the deck&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P5150241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P5150241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the canteen in the early days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P5150243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P5150243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My View again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P5150242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P5150242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My window onto the deck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P5150240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P5150240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748434757822062?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748434757822062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748434757822062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748434757822062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748434757822062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-at-work-this-is-view-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748422929758676</id><published>2006-09-05T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:23:49.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are some summer leisure and excercise for me&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/n90401631_30411946_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/n90401631_30411946_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P4180238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P4180238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P4180224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P4180224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/P4180228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/P4180228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748422929758676?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748422929758676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748422929758676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748422929758676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748422929758676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-are-some-summer-leisure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748408662281462</id><published>2006-09-05T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:21:26.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bens Room&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748408662281462?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748408662281462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748408662281462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748408662281462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748408662281462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pics-bens-room.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748394355863851</id><published>2006-09-05T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:19:03.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even More Pics&lt;br /&gt;Dining Area&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My French Doors to bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Dan Macks walkin closet to bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan's room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748394355863851?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748394355863851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748394355863851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748394355863851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748394355863851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/even-more-pics-dining-area-my-french.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748376538723698</id><published>2006-09-05T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:16:05.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Apatment Pics&lt;br /&gt;Our Balcony&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our View from Balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living Room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748376538723698?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748376538723698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748376538723698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748376538723698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748376538723698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-apatment-pics-our-balcony-our.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33909647.post-115748363580299150</id><published>2006-09-05T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:13:55.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the door leaving my bedroom&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  My desk and closet area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/640/IMG_2089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5507/3728/320/IMG_2089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33909647-115748363580299150?l=danehman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/feeds/115748363580299150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33909647&amp;postID=115748363580299150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748363580299150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33909647/posts/default/115748363580299150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danehman.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-apartment-this-is-door-leaving-my.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVdxc2EEmpg/SRjeBfwJyjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OJt-DdRhcmg/S220/n90401176_30588848_9033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
