Remember a while ago when I mentioned a new band called Valley of the Giants? On the Arts & Crafts message board, someone informed me that not only is Strawberry‘s Deidre a member of the band, but another former Strawberry member, Scott, is part of this new project. In even better news, Scott and Deidre have a new band that is going under the name The Squarewaves. They’re recording a new EP and plan a full release soon as well. This is certainly exciting news for fans of their music.
My friend Mark has been nominated for the Fourth Annual Weblog Awards. I think he deserves the award, as he has consistantly done cool stuff with his site, especially with the creation of Link Pool. Please go vote for his Shiny Plastic Bag in the Best Canadian Weblog section.
I was directed to Nation States . net tonight. It’s an interesting nation simulation. You can view a profile for my nation, The Free Land of Frozen Truth, here. The site is interesting, though it does tend to have considerable bias (i.e. a socialist economy must be in poor shape). Below are some statistics about my nation, which sounds rather appealing so far.
UN Category: Democratic Socialists
Civil Rights: Good
Economy: Basket Case
Political Freedoms: Average
Location: Otherland of Compassion
The Free Land of Frozen Truth is a tiny, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its punitive income tax rates. Its compassionate population of 5 million are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.
It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it concentrates mainly on Social Welfare, although Healthcare and Education are secondary priorities. The average income tax rate is 65%, and even higher for the wealthy. Private enterprise is illegal, but for those in the know there is a slick and highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing.
Crime is totally unknown. Frozen Truth’s national animal is the crow, which frolics freely in the nation’s many lush forests, and its currency is the work hour.