<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692</id><updated>2009-10-13T20:10:56.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-2811833983367420355</id><published>2007-03-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:00:20.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ttSM6fJtq90/RgHvCI9lx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I4ml1FwRG3k/s1600-h/hnt14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044575877676255090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ttSM6fJtq90/RgHvCI9lx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I4ml1FwRG3k/s400/hnt14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been out for a while. Sorry but life can be so busy :) A good thing overall. Well, I've always tried to just let my feelings fly when it comes to this blog so here it goes. I posted this pic because I think I look fantastic in it. Over the last few months I've been happier than I thought I ever could be. Even in the midst of going through some shit I never thought I would. I look happy and glad to be alive and optimistic about the future which I always have been except for the last couple of years. I hit the bottom and came out of it. And my life is going to fucking rock balls the way I always thought it would. A shout out has to go to my favorite southern Inuit. You work that shit girl! You can still be my ex wife after I'm a rock star!!!! :) As far as half naked....I may or may not have been wearing pants in this pic. I'm open to suggestions. You hotties are the ones who like looking at guys so tell me what you want to see in the future! HHNT to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-2811833983367420355?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/2811833983367420355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=2811833983367420355' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/2811833983367420355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/2811833983367420355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/03/hnt-14.html' title='HNT # 14'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ttSM6fJtq90/RgHvCI9lx3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I4ml1FwRG3k/s72-c/hnt14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-117029736385768775</id><published>2007-01-31T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:36:03.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/120271/l_a65d96a8369a10acd5689c2c2cc9c9e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/748795/l_a65d96a8369a10acd5689c2c2cc9c9e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not really half naked but feeling pretty sexy looking at this pic anyway :) Sometimes in my dark mental recesses I like pretending to be a rock star :) From Canada, the best rock band I've heard in a long time. And this song is one of the big reasons why I think that. Nice tune, eh? Or do they say "aye" after everything.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR AWAY&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance Just one breath Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you I have loved you all along And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'd never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand All of Hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all I'd give for us Give anything, but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you I have loved you all along I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreamin you'll be with me and you'd never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;So far away So far away far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away So far away far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted I wanted you to stay 'Cause I needed I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you I have loved you all along And I forgive you For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it Hold on to me, and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing Hold on to me, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing Hold on to me, never let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-117029736385768775?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/117029736385768775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=117029736385768775' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/117029736385768775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/117029736385768775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-13.html' title='HNT # 13'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116969994506249314</id><published>2007-01-24T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:39:05.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/977928/100_3405%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/320/304434/100_3405%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the year 2004, these pants were tight on me. All the pants that I own now need a belt and this particular pair are so bad that if I just loosen the belt, they fall straight down without a lot of touching of the skin :) I'm having to stand with my legs bent above both knees to take this pic. Been doing the treadmill morning and evening. Trying to get sexy beetches. Sexy. Beetches. Anyone ever seen the Dave Chapelle skit where he plays President Bush and it ends with a commericals that says "Mars Bitches!"? That has always cracked me up to the point of almost passing out. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116969994506249314?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116969994506249314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116969994506249314' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116969994506249314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116969994506249314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-12.html' title='HNT # 12'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116909035875403957</id><published>2007-01-17T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:19:59.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/877634/000_1112%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/988589/000_1112%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to Peyton Manning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wassup hommie? You don’t know me but twice in the last few years you and the Colts have booted my team from the playoffs. Here’s the thing-being a true fan of the game I can’t bring myself to hate you. The last time it happened our defense handed you the game. This time they failed to convert three turnovers into ANY points. You are a great quarterback-maybe one of the best. And dammit, I like you. You seem like a guy I could get drunk with and as goofy looking as you can be, I’m sure we could pick up some hotties if we hung out and made the scene together. You actually remind me of a friend I’ll probably never talk to again so I can’t bring myself to hate you. I do, however, have the perfect solution. Trent Green probably isn’t still fully aware of who and where he is and Huard is going to spend the off-season sharking for the best deal he can get now that he stepped up. Come join the Chiefs bro. You know what a rush Arrowhead can be with the sea of red and that deafening noise. Now imagine all that is cheering you on. I’ve never been to Indy but c’mon….the Indy 500? Cars turning left at 250 mph for six hours…..wow. KC is the place for you. This way I can root for you openly and with vigor. Just do it man. If not, I am fully nude in this pic (except for the representin’ headgear of course) and when I finally manage to pick myself up off the floor you can suck my left one. Chiefs baby. It’s a way of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be said! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about being a musician is the ability to lose yourself in the feelings of a song, symphony, etc. Sometimes other artists perfectly describe and capture your own thoughts and feelings. This song most certainly captures what I think and feel about two of the relationships I’ve been through lately. Out of respect for how this band has operated thus far, I’m not going to tell you who it is. Those of you who know are going to run grab this album from your collection because you haven’t heard it in a while and for those of you who have no idea, check out the lyrics and if they grab you enough, do a little research and find out who it is. Then go get some of their stuff. I don’t know if you’ll like it or not. Gotta roll the bones and take a chance once in a while people! A little hint-this song is called “Schizm”. Have a great weekend all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHIZM&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.&lt;br /&gt;Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion&lt;br /&gt;Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication&lt;br /&gt;The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down&lt;br /&gt;No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to&lt;br /&gt;Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.&lt;br /&gt;To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poetry that comes from the squaring off between&lt;br /&gt;And the circling is worth it&lt;br /&gt;Finding beauty in the dissonance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.&lt;br /&gt;Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting&lt;br /&gt;I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing&lt;br /&gt;doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any&lt;br /&gt;Sense of compassion&lt;br /&gt;Between supposed lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pieces fit…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116909035875403957?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116909035875403957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116909035875403957' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116909035875403957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116909035875403957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-11.html' title='HNT # 11'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116846734514619041</id><published>2007-01-10T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:15:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>If you don't know why there's no hnt this week I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you. Go to O's for everything you need to know. My thoughts and prayers to anyone touched by this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116846734514619041?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116846734514619041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116846734514619041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116846734514619041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116846734514619041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116787928880047750</id><published>2007-01-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:54:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/252947/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/6495/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve broken down into some stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of winter snowstorms that started that morning: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed we had to drive while hauling our 16,000 pound trailer to go play a gig an hour oustide of town: 35mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I realized that eleven good years is a better thing to focus on than two bad ones: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often I wanted to be somewhere else while knowing that when you love someone they are always with you so not being sad about it: Pretty constantly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours of sleep: 2.5...very broken up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with my angels: Far too little...winter sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shower: Priceless! Happy New Year to all of you...Let's have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116787928880047750?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116787928880047750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116787928880047750' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116787928880047750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116787928880047750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-10.html' title='HNT # 10'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116727873883745715</id><published>2006-12-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:24:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/908745/hnt"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/57494/hnt%20%23%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what did I really want for christmas?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found it in a couple of good places.....inside me and waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...happy new year to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes-I think this is my favorite so far. But HNT # 5 was a really good shot I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116727873883745715?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116727873883745715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116727873883745715' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116727873883745715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116727873883745715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-9.html' title='HNT # 9'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116606068145621420</id><published>2006-12-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:48:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/857326/000_0754%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/124201/000_0754%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Old favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…how many times did your hands go where mine are now…teeth clenched on your bottom lip with the anticipation…and I made you watch first…teasing you…your eyes sparkled with love and desire…then I couldn’t and didn’t want to hold you back anymore…and you took me… and you were never more beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to participate in the HNT Christmas themes but my life doesn’t find me around a lot of presents or Christmas trees this year. Ya gotta settle for this. Everyone have a great weekend…I am! Playing a birthday party gig for a friend on Saturday night…I think its going to get out of hand ergo it’s gonna rock out! If anyone wants to get me a Christmas present I really really want to go see Nickelback in February. If anyone can hook up my band opening for them I’d guess that would be ok too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116606068145621420?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116606068145621420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116606068145621420' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116606068145621420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116606068145621420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-8.html' title='HNT # 8'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116545522082014063</id><published>2006-12-06T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:36:58.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 7</title><content type='html'>As opposed to last week, I have no idea why I took this picture…hope you enjoy it anyway! BTW…it’s been 24 hours since I smoked a cigarette. Fingers crossed this is the time I stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/513313/Swords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/97984/Swords.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world continues to offer glittering prizes to those who have stout hearts and sharp swords. (F. E. Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.&lt;br /&gt;(John Ray)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116545522082014063?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116545522082014063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116545522082014063' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116545522082014063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116545522082014063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/12/hnt-7.html' title='HNT # 7'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116485322598193173</id><published>2006-11-29T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:15:00.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/1600/67179/hnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6856/4080/400/325938/hnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I work out and/or do cardio I have a little mp3 player going at all times. I love it because I have a ton of tunes and I never know what’s coming up. Last week I was running and I almost moved it forward a song because there was a few seconds of silence. It turned out to be the intro of the song “Burn” by the Cure which was on the soundtrack to the movie The Crow. I forgot it was even on there and haven’t heard that tune in a long time. Killer song-moody, atmospheric and dark. I loved that movie even though the original graphic novel was way better. For those of you who have never seen it, this week's pic is a VERY rough recreation of the eye makeup used in the story. So here’s my tribute to a great song and movie and also my breakdown into the 100 things about me list! Some of it is really stream of consciousness! Happy HNT all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn-The Cure&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe&lt;br /&gt;Whispering me away from you&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep&lt;br /&gt;You know that you will always lose&lt;br /&gt;This tremblingAdored&lt;br /&gt;Tousled bird mad girl... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;But every night I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring me away from you&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk of worlds that never were&lt;br /&gt;The end is all that's ever true&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can ever say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can ever do... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I scream your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night the dream's the same&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the world to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just paint your face" the shadows smile&lt;br /&gt;Slipping me away from you&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide&lt;br /&gt;Find you if we're wanting to&lt;br /&gt;So slide back down and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sleep a whileYou must be tired... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Scream the animal scream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 THINGS ABOUT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I was born and raised in Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;#2: Every time I say that the next question is if I speak Japanese&lt;br /&gt;#3: No I don’t&lt;br /&gt;#4: I will go back to Japan before I die. Then I’d like to live my old man years out in the Irish countryside&lt;br /&gt;#5: I’m a bass player/singer&lt;br /&gt;#6: I have two wonderful children&lt;br /&gt;#7: While I love them both I have a very special connection with my daughter. We’re both second children, and she reminds me of me so much it’s frightening&lt;br /&gt;#8: I almost died at age 16&lt;br /&gt;#9: There have been times since then I’ve thought what if I did and this is all a dream&lt;br /&gt;#10: Its not&lt;br /&gt;#11: I lost my father when I was 15&lt;br /&gt;#12: That gets harder as I get older. Strange&lt;br /&gt;#13: About my daughter….I feel sorry for her first boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;#14: She’s a diva&lt;br /&gt;#15: My son is more intelligent than most of the people I talk to in the bars I play every weekend&lt;br /&gt;#16: Reading is my favorite thing in the world. If I was rich I’d have a killer library&lt;br /&gt;#17: As I get older I realize that I could care less about money&lt;br /&gt;#18: So long as I can pay the bills and eat&lt;br /&gt;#19: That doesn’t mean I’m not a rat race competitor…I am&lt;br /&gt;#20: I’ve been in love&lt;br /&gt;#21: I’ve gone through feeling it die&lt;br /&gt;#22: I’ve gone through being with someone you think you should spend the rest of your life with and not having them…and that sucks worse&lt;br /&gt;#23: I’ve never broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;#24: I’m a huge Harry Potter geek &amp; can’t wait for the last book to come out&lt;br /&gt;#25: I first got drunk off of whiskey and still like it&lt;br /&gt;#26: I was obsessed with caramel squares growing up&lt;br /&gt;#27: I want to be with someone who makes me feel happy to be alive and that I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;#28: While I play in a relatively popular cover band that performs in front of a lot of beautiful women on a regular basis, I’ve never “had a groupie” and wouldn’t be into it at all&lt;br /&gt;#29: Which doesn’t mean I don’t love sex ;)&lt;br /&gt;#30: I couldn’t deal with a sexually frigid or unadventurous partner&lt;br /&gt;#31: I think of sex as art, not mechanics&lt;br /&gt;#32: I’ve been told that it comes across and works well ;)&lt;br /&gt;#33: I’m ticklish as hell, especially the sides of my ribs post orgasm&lt;br /&gt;#34: I can’t imagine not giving or receiving oral&lt;br /&gt;#35: I’ve kept my pubic region shaved for two years now&lt;br /&gt;#36: I love Barry Manilow and will argue to death metal fans that he’s one of the greatest singers in the world&lt;br /&gt;#37: I became extremely conservative politically in my late 20’s and now find myself rapidly running away from the Republican Party in America. They spent 6 years doing the opposite of what they said they would&lt;br /&gt;#38: My musical tastes run such a wide gamut that most non-musicians can’t grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;#39: I can see myself in a country band in the future&lt;br /&gt;#40: I already have the shirt&lt;br /&gt;#41: I think my shoulders are the best part of my body&lt;br /&gt;#42: I have the ability to get a woman wet with just my eyes&lt;br /&gt;#42: But she has to be into me first ;)&lt;br /&gt;#43: I think one of the great simple pleasures in life is going to a movie by myself&lt;br /&gt;#44: My favorite memory of my father is him lifting me up to hug me close to him while I was crying once&lt;br /&gt;#45: It couldn’t have been easy…I wasn’t all that young as I remember and I was always bigger than him&lt;br /&gt;#46: I was crying because my brother was going to see a movie about disco roller-skating and I wasn’t allowed to go&lt;br /&gt;#47: You couldn’t pay me to watch that movie now&lt;br /&gt;#48: I’m becoming militantly anti-homophobic the older I get&lt;br /&gt;#49: Whose fucking business is it? Worry about yourself before you take time and effort to write a snappy little sign saying God hates fags. I’m sure he’s just totally cool with you and everything you’ve done right?&lt;br /&gt;#50: If you have written up one of those signs and marched, you’re either gay yourself and fighting it, or you haven’t gotten laid in years&lt;br /&gt;#51: Everyone has a list of five celebrities they can sleep with without consequence…in no particular order: Neve Campbell, Denise Richards, Kirsten Dunst, Rachel McAdams and Beyonce so I could take her wallet and never call her again (see # 71)&lt;br /&gt;#52: My first concert was Accept, the metal heart tour. That’s some old school for ya&lt;br /&gt;#53: My guitar player is French and I bust on France constantly but I love French dip sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;#54: (see the first 2 names on # 51) Wild Things is one of the greatest 46 seconds of film ever made&lt;br /&gt;#55: That movie is 1 hour, 45 minutes long?....wow…interesting…&lt;br /&gt;#56: Watching my children being born is my most precious memory&lt;br /&gt;#57: I always put the seat down (years of training….)&lt;br /&gt;#58: I’ve never even seen the following drugs-coke, crack, meth, heroin, ecstasy, ice. I wouldn’t do any of them ever&lt;br /&gt;#59: I was high every day of the year 1991&lt;br /&gt;#60: Seriously. I think one day that summer I didn’t have a least one bong hit&lt;br /&gt;#61: Songs that make me horny…a thousand years by Sting, beep by the Pussycat Dolls, relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, London Bridge by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;#62: I’m a huge movie buff and love epic three hour long historical dramas&lt;br /&gt;#63: But I’m a sucker for dumbass movies. Anchorman and Zoolander are two favorites&lt;br /&gt;#64: I have tried watching romantic comedies but really have never found one that I just thought was great&lt;br /&gt;#65: The last one I saw was Just Like Heaven and it just wasn’t very good&lt;br /&gt;#66: But damn Reese Witherspoon was hot&lt;br /&gt;#67: I think the one movie that represents the best of human nature, intelligence, and spirit is The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;#68: I suck at math&lt;br /&gt;#69: I’m awesome at history and have thought about getting a degree in it&lt;br /&gt;#70: I didn’t like pizza until my mid twenties&lt;br /&gt;#71: My two most despised songs ever-bossy by whatever that milkshake chick’s name is and irreplaceable by beyonce. Man hating bullshit in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;#72: When I was a preteen I used Walt Disney records to scratch and mix like I was a hip hop dj #73: I hate flying now but loved it when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;#74: I accidentally got my older brother busted for stealing the car when he was 15&lt;br /&gt;#75: When I was 10 I had a paper route and one guy refused to pay me. His service got cut off and the next time he saw me he yelled in my face and cursed me out in the middle of the street while I cried. If I EVER see that fucker again he better pray he has a terminal illness because that’s the only thing that would stop me from beating his ass.&lt;br /&gt;#76: His wife was a born again Christian. I’m sure THAT relationship was happy in an Ike and Tina kind of way&lt;br /&gt;#77: I am currently reading “The Gathering Storm” by Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;#78: I’m a huge Simpsons geek&lt;br /&gt;#79: I could fill the rest of this list with my favorite quotes so here’s just one-“…but Marge…I swear to God I never thought you’d find out about it!!”&lt;br /&gt;#80: I systematically killed all the ants that were in our backyard when I was a child…with a can of raid fogger. Eating paint chips may have been a better pastime&lt;br /&gt;#81: The most inspirational artist I’ve ever seen live is Steve Vai. And that’s coming from a bassist&lt;br /&gt;#82: I have two solid ideas for a novel but have never pursued them to completion&lt;br /&gt;#83: The most romantic moment of my life happened while I was sprawled out on a concrete driveway at 3:30 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;#84: I think I have a really good eye for clothes but not the cash for them&lt;br /&gt;#85: One of the biggest reasons I will never do coke is that one night I kissed a girl at a party and three days later she died of an overdose in a dealer’s bathroom&lt;br /&gt;#86: I was in a band that opened up for Aldo Nova. The biggest mismatch I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;#87: The band I’m in now opened up for Dr. Hook. I have a new biggest mismatch now&lt;br /&gt;#88: I love lightly biting a woman’s inner thigh&lt;br /&gt;#89: If I ever become a rock star I would have no problem living in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;#90: And having a bohemian artist girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;#91: I’ve never had a recurring dream&lt;br /&gt;#92: As strange as it seems to me sometimes, every time I’ve really set my mind to doing something I’ve done it. That’s something I need to remember more often&lt;br /&gt;#93: I may get a tattoo sometime in the next year or so&lt;br /&gt;#94: I was inducted into Phi Theta Kappa-the honor society for community colleges! There’s a lot of comparisons I could make but I won’t…&lt;br /&gt;#95: No one from my family was at my high school graduation&lt;br /&gt;#96: I haven’t written a whiny emo song about it yet! :)&lt;br /&gt;#97: I very seriously considered going into radio…until I realized that dj’s are mostly people who want to be musicians but can’t play&lt;br /&gt;#98: I’ve had a gun pointed at my face&lt;br /&gt;#99: Handcuffed once….never arrested! :)&lt;br /&gt;#100: I’m right handed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116485322598193173?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116485322598193173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116485322598193173' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116485322598193173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116485322598193173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-6_29.html' title='HNT # 6'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116416571846542611</id><published>2006-11-22T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:24:01.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/1600/100_2869.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/400/100_2869.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;and I still hold your hand in mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;               ...in mine when I'm asleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116416571846542611?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116416571846542611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116416571846542611' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116416571846542611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116416571846542611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-5.html' title='HNT # 5'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116364219519257228</id><published>2006-11-15T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:56:35.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 4</title><content type='html'>I've been told it's an evil smile....sometimes it is ;) Working my way back to long hair as well. They say a lot of people who get out of prison celebrate by turning hippie :) Have a good weekend everyone...I'm off to play "tell me something good" by Chaka Kahn for college chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/1600/000_0544%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/400/000_0544%20%282%29.jpg" 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/36509692-116364219519257228?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116364219519257228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116364219519257228' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116364219519257228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116364219519257228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-4.html' title='HNT # 4'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116304330765444744</id><published>2006-11-08T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:35:07.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/1600/000_0418%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/400/000_0418%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to unwind after a "hard" day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116304330765444744?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116304330765444744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116304330765444744' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116304330765444744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116304330765444744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-3.html' title='HNT # 3'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116244097346556643</id><published>2006-11-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:16:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/1600/000_0373%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/400/000_0373%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to keep it shaved...love the unobstructed view!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116244097346556643?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116244097346556643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116244097346556643' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116244097346556643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116244097346556643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/11/hnt-2.html' title='HNT # 2'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116183300326864144</id><published>2006-10-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:30:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/1600/hnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6856/4080/400/hnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass. The comments I've gotten about it throughout my life fall into two categories: I don't have one/It's really nice. I don't know how it could polarize opinions like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116183300326864144?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116183300326864144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116183300326864144' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116183300326864144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116183300326864144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/10/hnt-1.html' title='HNT # 1'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509692.post-116164192407773661</id><published>2006-10-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:18:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>This is my site for getting a little more daring than I do on my normal blog. Just so you know...straight male with strong exhibitionist tendencies depending on how much I drink :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509692-116164192407773661?l=cantusfermus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/feeds/116164192407773661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509692&amp;postID=116164192407773661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116164192407773661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509692/posts/default/116164192407773661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantusfermus.blogspot.com/2006/10/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Fermus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249610713771078110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02637358856025701659'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>