Ég er pólitískt viðrini... Svo segir stjórnmálaáttaviti Moggans.
Það er ekkert nýtt við Nýtt Afl.
A bear by name, not by nature
Ég er pólitískt viðrini... Svo segir stjórnmálaáttaviti Moggans.
Finally got around to watching Clockwork Orange tonight, have owned it on DVD for a while. Fantastic movie. You can easily see why it's considered a classic. I agree with the comment I saw on the web that it hasn't aged much, only minor details would be different in a similar movie today.
A good day. I had my nephew, his wife and 8 month old daughter for lunch, fed them rabbit. Was very nice. Then United beat Spurs to extend their Premiership lead. All in all a very nice weekend.
whoohoo. My decision to go downtown when the Arse were 2-0 up and cruising after a crap first half paid off. Djorkaeff scored before I had stood up (see the .is blog entries below) and then Bolton pulled off the equaliser. Marvellous. Now to beat Tottenham tomorrow.
Jahér. Bolton skorar, 30 sek. eftir að ég ýtti á postandpublish í fyrri færslu. Ég fer samt í bæinn.
Skrapp í Kringluna í morgun, ekkert gaman að sjá eða fá þar. Arsenal er 2-0 yfir og öruggir um sigur, þó hálf vörnin sé farin meidd útaf. Þannig að ég ætla bara að taka smá heilsubótarrölt niður í bæ, og sleppa restinni af leiknum.
First day back after a five day weekend. *phew* Lots to do. It's good just to sit back, do nothing and let the football on telly roll, without being stressed over the result. There'll be enough stress for the match tomorrow.
Occasionally there are downsides to atheism. Yesterday wasn't the greatest day of celebration of the year, and I can't ever get one of those
Been tidying up a bit. Found out I hadn't put all my ties up on the tie hangers in the clothes cupboard, there'd always been a few floating around. Anyway, the result was that I was five spaces short. So I had to relegate five old ties from those hangers and fold them up and put them aside. Not that I've used them in a long time. Also realised that a tie i bought last year and thought I'd lost was hanging there all the time, it just looked a bit like a very old tie that I used to have so when I was looking for it I overlooked it.
yay! Waking up at 3am and not falling asleep again is so fun! Insomnia rocks! The only thing to do about it is to put on some good music atm it's "Kim i circus", Kim Larsen live in the Circus in Copenhagen. What do you mean you don't know who he is? Awww.... Pity. Mind you part of his greatness is understanding (more or less) his lyrics.
Edward Norton is a fabulous actor, and in an interview in the Daily Telegraph, he has the following to say:
How does he rate George W Bush's performance as president? "As an actor," he[Norton] says, "I know in my gut, watching him, what a low-quality mind he has. Because I've been doing this since I was five years old, I know when a person is saying words that aren't their own - and it's as apparent as it could possibly be to me that he's a mouthpiece, and not even a good mouthpiece. Reagan was a B-movie actor, but at least he had the ability to touch certain emotional notes. Bush is just utterly incapable of it."
Oprah is on telly, just about to start, and it looks like the show is about 'What to do with my life' and the magic words are 'Follow your heart'. No doubt there'll be heart warming stories of people switching careers and doing what they want to do and being very successful. This has of course set me thinking. How many people actually have such a calling?
ohe... forgot about yesterday. Yesterday was good. Lots of B5, read a bit, tidied a lot and had mum'n'aunt over for dinner. A near-perfect day off
Blogger has started to dislike Opera. Started by not allowing me to re-publish archives, and now the post page is blue, no input window. *grr*
Watching Opera 7.10 rendering is *bizarre* as it applies .css *after* showing the page 'bare' for a split second. It's like watching a woman before and after she puts on her face in the morning. Content is the same but the look is the one she wants to present to the world. And on that topic, I want to re-vamp my web pages and probably this one too with some nice new .cssy features
What a match. and a draw. Their 2nd was offside, but we scored our while they were celebrating. So maybe it evens out.
Húsfundur búinn, reikningar staðfestir og megnið af húsfélagsbókhaldi síðustu 10 ár komið í hendur 'nýja' gjaldkerans sem var kosinn fyrir ári, en við komumst aldrei í að hann tæki við heftinu
Skoðandi reikninga húsfélagsins var að fara út, og er búin að undirrita reikningana. Nú styttist í að ég losni.
Have been reading Theresa Nielsen Hayden's weblog after the previous entry explained how I found. It's just wonderful. Exhibit B:
I should've said something about this before, but when I've remembered I've basically been lost for words. In Neil Gaiman's journal I found a link. Theresa Nielsen Hayden says basically what I would like to say.
I'm now watching kids playing on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. Some of the things they don't know is shocking. 30% of the audience thinks that the statue on Austurvöllur is of Snorri Sturluson. Note for foreigners: This is like London kids thinking that the statue on Trafalgar Square might be of Shakespeare.
The weekend is nearing its end and as usual there's quite a lot of stuff I was going to do that I haven't done yet. Flat is looking a bit tidier though and there are still a few hours left. FA Cup Semi-finals went according to League positions. Boring.
I've seen this around, but only now with a link to the actual page where the questions are set:
Kná snilld. Vinna Newcastle 6-2.
Fínt kvöld í gær, fínt djamm, þökk sé öllum sem skemmtu mér! Senn dregur til tíðinda í boltanum, United gegn United eftir einn og hálfan tíma.
Frekar bissí dagur í gær, ferðalög í vinnu og fundur í frítíma. Lítur út fyrir að ég sé búinn að ráðstafa megni míns frítíma næsta árið.
Match about to end, will United pull a 2nd goal back, naw, no luck. Oh well, we'll need a miracle in the second leg.
Ok. Very odd. I pasted the last entry from TextPad, and it screwed up the link at the end royally. so here're the last lines that should've been there:
A huge match about to start, so here's the last bit of the Copenhagen story to take our minds off it for a moment
Sé núna að Nikolaj og Julie er í sjónvarpinu í kvöld. Þórmundur minntist á þennan þátt þegar ég var úti enda er þetta vinsælasti þátturinn á Voldumvej sem og annarsstaðar í Danmörku. Þá helgina bárust fréttir um að þetta væri að byrja hér heima, enda er núna 3. þáttur. Ég held ég verði að reyna að sjá þetta, nema bíó kalli.
Nice as sleeping late is, it sort of puts me into a coma for the rest of the day. This time I did something about it, and went for a long walk downtown. Very nice. Picked up Lady Slings The Booze by Spider Robinson. I have the complete Callahan series but still missing one or two featuring his wife. It's very seldom that you see his books in shops here. I saw that they had books three and four of Ken McLeod's 'previous series' ie. The Cassini Division and The Sky Road but since I've read only book 2, I now want book 1, The Star Fraction. So when I got home I decided to do somehting about the state of my amazon.co.uk Wish List, and picked up all the books from it where I'm not waiting for the paperback, and ordered them. There's something mildly orgasmic about ordering 11 books off amazon. Unfortunately, the Ken McLeods (I ordered all the three mentioned above) are on 'dispatched after 3 days' so it won't get here this week. Ah well. It gives me a few days to attack those books in my to-read pile that I 'really should' read.
Denmark travelogue, pt 2: We left our travelling hero late on a Saturday evening. The Sunday started early since Þórmundur had to get back home at 2pm when his wife was playing (handball). We got downtown in much warmer weather and decided some more nationalist fervour was in order so we went direct out to Østerport, and walking past old soldier houses from the 17th century (very few original tho) and to Øster Voldgade 12, or Jónshús, Iceland's Culture House, where Jón Sigurðsson lived the last 27 years of his life. Again we pondered the Independence Fight of the 19th century. From there it was natural to head back to town through the very pretty park. We went down to Strøget again and out to Nyhavn again which understandably much more crowded than on the Saturday. From there we went back street ways a bit, and amused ourselves watching the traffic jam resulting from a few police cars parked on the Nyhavn bridge. Again we got out on Kongens Nytorv and this time we headed towards the Royal Palace, Amalienborg. Walking along Bredgade, Broad Street, going there I was reminded that this was where the childrens' author Nonni lived for a year back in 1870 which he later wrote about. I devoured his books as a kid, and used them as guide books when I was in Copenhagen in 1980. At Amalienborg Þórmundur left for home, but I continued eastwards to Langelinje and Den Lille Havfrue, The Little Mermaid. It's not "little", it's Huge. More than lifesize. Fooled by preconceptions, not for the first time. The very old and by all acounts pretty soldier camp there was closed to tourists due to the war, so I walked around the encircling moat, and ende up again near Østerport, but this time I went straight down to Bredgade again so I could walk the stretch back to Amalienborg and cover the whole street. From Amalienborg I went down to the harbour and thence back up to, surprise, surprise, Kongens Nytorv. The afternoon was spent wandering the side streets of the centre, until at 5pm when i was exactly tired enough for the idea of sitting in a pub watching Everton-Arsenal to appeal a lot. This was very nice, apart from the result. A funny thing, in the second half the guy who'd been sitting in front of me turned around and asked something I didn't hear, He then asked in English "Are you Danish" I said "No, Icelandic" and he goes "Ég hélt það" (I thought so). You can never get away from Icelanders *g* Then I went off to the airport to dine with Þórmundur and his wife and Þórmundur's parents who were stopping by in the airport Hilton on their way to Italy. This is now long enough, so Monday comes later.
Friday evening and the place is rocking. Well as rocking as it can from a small tinny speaker on a laptop. Filed my taxes, a day late. Still haven't done mum's but her deadline's Monday. Should be a nice quiet weekend for the first time a few weeks, only big thing is turning over the bin-dipping, granny-stabbing Scousers when they come hubcap-a-stealing down the M62. Saint Michael of Much Diving may be out. Poor lad.
I know I didn't sleep my usual long hours, but the shattered feeling I've had all day is not good. Tax returns need to be done.
That really was a very nice, if slightly uneventful, birthday. Many thanks to Eyvindur and Elfa for inviting me to a birthday dinner at theirs. Next time things should be the other way 'round.
Have decided to post the Copenhagen story in bits. it's shaping up to be a long one... Not much today. Work was a bit nutty due to April Fools'. Which is good. Because that means tomorrow's tomorrow *grin*. Now for some of that travel story:
hm. Despite umpteen post-and-publish and edits, the previous entry is still not updated with my correction. Will a new entry fix this?
Usually I don't want to blog at this time of day, even though it's fairly usual for me to be awake. Having the laptop in bed certainly means that it is a bit warmer and more relaxing to be 'netting this early. Also makes it a bit easier to read and keep an eye on IRC.