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I think Matt is and always will be a Canadian icon and likely wont become a international icon reaching an iconic status like Neil Young etc. Most people who aren't avid fans of Matt really recall him for most of his MGB work in the 90s so MGB is a national 90s icon and dare I say a now a classic rock icon. Matt solo is really just Canadian plus a bit of the US from people who have stuck around from the 90s or discovered him throughout the years. I would think that Matt probably wouldn't want international status in that way, but I have no idea since I don't know him personally. But to me, I enjoy the fact that he is a "small" Canadian icon because he interacts with his fans on a personal level likely because of that and unlike any who reach heavy international status. So really it makes his music more personal to his fans and simply more fun. I'd like to meet him someday because I think it would be like meeting someone who's an average person who's successful in his choice of career. Someone to admire for various reasons but not really someone I put on a pedistal anymore now that I have grown out of my crazy teenage years. But I still appreciate his music, writing and him as a person overall.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp people will probably find this silly but it's kind of a bit of a hobby of mine to determine from the categories what type of personality someone has. That can really only be done in person so here take this test! Take the 4 letters you get at the end and type that into google then tell us if it matches you well or not. Sometimes it doesn't. Answer the questions for who you are now not what you wish to be. For the record, I am an INTJ personality.

Yeah I did nothing as well. Plus it was raining like mad here. I was going to go out as the gender switched version of Fin from adventure time.

Oh, they told me that was the first time they saw that happened and they always caught the kid first. well that makes me feel better about myself. haha . I will have to ask about it.

I tried heavy rain a couple weeks ago. That was kind of weird and I think my partners friends were judging me by what I did in the game. Lets just say, one of my kids died because he was a retard and ran away from me in the mall. So my wife left me and I ended up in some ghetto apt with my younger son. PLus I didn't feed my kid until he finished his homework. I tried to feed him cold pizza and the game wouldn't let me. Who the hell doesn't like cold pizza!? . I blame it on my lack of understanding of the ps3 controller since I am an old school gamer. Also, portal was pretty fun too.

Not a bad movie. It did, however, kind of freak me out when he started to "fall apart."

Vibrate because I hate when people call me. Its some kind of weird anxious thing of mine where I freak if I have to talk to people on the phone. I'd prefer to see their faces. So my secret is, oh sorry I just missed your call because my phone is on vibrate! silly me. Also if it's that damn important someone can leave a message.

I would have to agree with you on that one. Although I can understand why he needed to write it and sing it.

okay den.

To clarify, just how long was this woop woop :P? Anyway yeah I'm sure he doesn't like it but I am also sure it happens often so don't beat yourself up about it.

Therefore it never happened? haha j/k with ya.

Vegas eh... new pair of shoes you say... Meeting up at a mall might be better for that case. I vote for a less than classy mom and pop restaurant where we all are required to wear one classy item such as a top hat or monocle just so we are aware we are part of the same group and we don't have to do that awkward look around and see if you reconize anyone. Also, name tags providing our real and usernames would be excellent.

sad but true. I miss meeting people on forums but it's becoming all old school now. I'm sure theres some hipster forum bursting at the seams though.

Haven't checked out the malls yet but might do that on some random day. I went to some hipster restaurant called the foundation on Saturday for nahos with an old friend who moved here a year ago. They were the best damn nahos I have ever had but the hipster theme was kind of stupid. I shall avoid Surrey. Can't see much reason for me to go in that direction anyway.

Ah yeah. Season two I didn't find as entertaining as the first season. I doubt it will survive for much longer. But still a good show.

So I am bored, sick, unemployed, chilling in someones house I don't know on the North Shore and I have been here for about a week now. Maybe someone will discuss this with me this will sit here for a year with no input. But here it goes. Whats up with Vancouver? I have been around for a lot of Matts rants about the poverty here among other things. Maybe it's because I spent much of my life on the east side of Canada and the past 3 years of my life in Nova Scotia where everything is just dandy. Of course I have experienced seeing poverty across the USA and Canada but nothing seemed to hit me as much as what I have seen in Vancouver. Last week I took a trip over to East Hastings to the Rickshaw Theater to see one of my favorite bands, Balmorhea. As someone who comes from a town of less than 10 thousand and who has lived in areas of no more than 15 thousand, I wasn't particularly prepared for what I would see. Of course I've been to large cities in Canada like Toronto, Ottawa, Halifax, and Montreal but none of these compare to the bizarre and uncomfortable feel I have experienced in Vancouver. Obviously this is all new to me regardless of the fact that I have read about it or not and of course some parts of the USA defiantly take the cake for being incredibly poverty stricken, ie Maine and New Mexico. But it was the sheer number of people on East Hastings that surprised me. Not only that but it seems like there are these imaginary borders or boundaries. I was with my partner when we walked over to East Hastings who has been to Vancouver but told me he never really went that way and always turned back. As we continued it seemed to get progressively worse and the numbers of people either homeless or involved in various drug actions increased. To be honest, I was particularly fearful because I had never experienced such an area. I had never seen someone cook their heroin in a spoon or watch a person convulse on the ground while people simply ignored the whole situation. As we stood outside the theater around 9 o’clock I observed the other side of the street which seemed to be the side where most called home. I was fixated on this women dressed provocatively as she lit up a lighter and heated the spoon she held in her left hand. While a short distance down the street several men huddled together while others pushed their grocery carts full of random items past them. I tried to really gain some kind of understanding of what I was seeing and questioned if my fear was really just a sign of my own ignorance or if I was really in some kind of danger. Why did I fear East Hastings but have comfort in my own mind and body as I passed over into West Hastings later that evening. What’s really mind boggling is that the richest people live maybe a kilometer and a half away from some of the poorest in the city. On Friday evening I ventured out on the sea bus to meet my partner and some of his co-workers for a few drinks at the steamworks. One of his co-workers was off to South Africa for a vacation and they were having a small good-bye/good-luck party for him. I quickly ventured over to the office and proceeded to the bar. I noticed this man maybe a few years older than me lying on his back appearing to be suffering the withdrawals of heroin. Much of his effort went into trying to control himself enough to cover his body with a flimsy white cotton sheet. I looked to see if others were observing this man as inventively as me but I realized everyone seemed to rush by in their fancy suits simply unaware of the struggle unraveling on the other side of the street. Something inside of me wanted to help him and in fact even provide him with a better blanket but I did nothing further and continued on my way. To me there was some kind of guilt and shame inside of me that said I am probably no better than the business man who changed his walking path to avoid the man convulsing on the corner. But what bothered me the most is that you can tell the journey of hard drugs on some ones face, this man looked as if he has just begun his. Not only that but when I saw his face it felt like as if I was looking at my brother from across the street. Matthew Goods Vancouver National Anthem lyrics was something that I spent some time trying to understand and grasp. But it seems to sink a lot deeper into me now to hear and read the lyrics and to see how much it make sense to the way the whole city is laid out. “This is the place where you find out Well this is the way you find out.” To be honest I am somewhat glad that I am not going to be in Vancouver for more than a few months not because it bothers me to experience the problems of the city. But because I don’t want to become desensitized to what I have observed here so I am able to carry it in my memory as something to be thought about and discussed. Anyone have thoughts to add, experiences relating to the city or other cities. Also, I am kind of curious if someone can answer this question: Did the Olympics change a lot of the downtown in a way that forced many into certain areas because they are homeless, drug addicts or mentally unstable? Also, a local told me, maybe he was lying to me, that during the Olympics the city bought one way tickets for people to get out of the city and to go to Victoria. Is this true? Or is this total bs.

Wow I posted this over a year ago and no one replied to it. Not sure if I suck or you guys suck or we all equally suck on some level.

So, I moved to Vancouver for a couple of months. Anything fun to do here? ways to meet people? Music to check out? Places I should avoid for good reason? Good places to eat? Bad places to eat? Any good temp work places?

Ah well, we all do stupid stuff For example: When I was 16 I lit up a huge dube at a MG concert in Ottawa and was escorted out by security in front of everyone in the underage area. Not my proudest moment. My last MG concert in Halifax 2010 I got some pretty good photos but some guy yelled at me because I was too tall and his girlfriend was behind me and too short to see the stage so I let them stand in front of me. Although, not that it was really my fault that the guys girlfriend was vertically challenged, I thought of it as a way to give back to the MG community after my dube light up incident: P But really, my whole point is no one really cares and no one really remembers things like this except the perpetrators. But good on you for apologizing, I am sure there are worse things that have happened at MG concerts, ie tossing of objects. Didn’t someone toss a bunch of stuff a Matt years ago?

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Not sure how we could make it more popular. I tend to forget about it then remember it's still here and it's interesting to put in a few words here and there

It was traumatic experience.

Mine was in grade 3 and the guy was this little obnoxious kid from tennessee. We went behing this chinese restaraunt in my home town and he proceeded to try in kiss me but ended up purposely drooling all over me and my winter jacket. Then he ran away laughing. Wasn't the best part of my life. lol

He's so young there.