<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750</id><updated>2011-11-24T00:08:42.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Black sundays</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-115910244639901173</id><published>2006-09-24T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:54:06.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and seeya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/36.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/36.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I see that I havnt used this site for some time now... alot has hapened but im using a different site now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/dasfunkyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats where i blog, where my music and friends are... hope you take a look...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-115910244639901173?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/115910244639901173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=115910244639901173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/115910244639901173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/115910244639901173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-and-seeya.html' title='Goodbye and seeya'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114712776817494979</id><published>2006-05-08T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:36:08.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Black sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Black sundays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep&lt;br /&gt;A stone in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;Felt the pain in my feet&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was keeping it true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stone dug in&lt;br /&gt;Infected my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me that a limp man &lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t stand strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against life’s challenges&lt;br /&gt;Against hurt feelings and bad ideas&lt;br /&gt;Against broken hearts and foul parenting&lt;br /&gt;Against the torn part of your self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sot the stone has been dropped&lt;br /&gt;My feet will heal &lt;br /&gt;And look what I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you and all who listen&lt;br /&gt;With my self when I’m feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;With stones trapped in a shoe&lt;br /&gt;And angels that thought they had fallen….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114712776817494979?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114712776817494979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114712776817494979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114712776817494979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114712776817494979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/05/black-sundays.html' title='Black sundays'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114608518539188891</id><published>2006-04-26T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:59:45.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy fucking Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/IMAGE0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/IMAGE0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… Tomorrow is my 25th birthday… I guess that is a corner to turn,.. Not that I’m dramatic about it but hey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Chris Rea’s music… mmmmm so nice… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has turned to the good side this evening and I hope it lasts till tomorrow… working in the wind filled ice rain isn’t nice any more, but I remember when I celebrated it after being out working in snowstorms for a couple of months… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend birthday is to day… (happy birthday Halldór)… I guess we have always known each other … but I have drifted… a shame… but drift may lead in to a circle… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah !!! now the song “Road to Hell” is playing… he he… I guess im going out for a beer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114608518539188891?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114608518539188891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114608518539188891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114608518539188891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114608518539188891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-fucking-birthday.html' title='Happy fucking Birthday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114391435279604601</id><published>2006-04-01T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:59:12.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/1496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am once again sitting at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away...  but now i'm just drinking 2x latte... My liver cried out in agony ... I felt it was my duty to give it a break from all that bee... so my liver has been sleeping fort the past couple of weeks... on the other hand my stomach is now in agony for I drink and drink coffee instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a microphone... its a sE 2200 recording mic... I've done some recordings and i'm happy with the sound.. have some demos at   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/dasfunkyt   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel clear headed and I can't wait to fuck that up with a couple of beers... but not for now... Ideas are poping in to my mind and I need to work at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now i'm in good balance , in harmony with my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's good, isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114391435279604601?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114391435279604601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114391435279604601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114391435279604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114391435279604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/04/harmony.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114332328727571918</id><published>2006-03-25T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:48:07.286Z</updated><title type='text'>My Abyss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/dark-angel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/dark-angel.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I seek my bliss&lt;br /&gt;in the muse's abyss&lt;br /&gt;where your eyes kiss&lt;br /&gt;my tender wish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dreams are crosses &lt;br /&gt;in a silver neckless&lt;br /&gt;as a symbol of all my losses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are my chaplet &lt;br /&gt;a circle of flower&lt;br /&gt;weaved with words&lt;br /&gt;bigger than all our hour's&lt;br /&gt;higher than all standing towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a moment&lt;br /&gt;engraved in my mind&lt;br /&gt;you in a moonlight shower&lt;br /&gt;your skin is silk&lt;br /&gt;your mouth's' a wonder&lt;br /&gt;your hair's a golden fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the abyss is closed&lt;br /&gt;all words composed&lt;br /&gt;no matter what I've proposed&lt;br /&gt;the abyss is still closed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114332328727571918?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114332328727571918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114332328727571918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114332328727571918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114332328727571918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-abyss.html' title='My Abyss'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114246789708994642</id><published>2006-03-16T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:11:37.100Z</updated><title type='text'>my friend</title><content type='html'>it's been a long long time for you to bear, my friend&lt;br /&gt;but to morrow's strings are countless and don't have to &lt;br /&gt;fuck up your state of mind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114246789708994642?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114246789708994642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114246789708994642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114246789708994642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114246789708994642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend_16.html' title='my friend'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114168585536533771</id><published>2006-03-06T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:57:35.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Bird Flu mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/Tweety_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/Tweety_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy weather to day here in Iceland.... the wind was surely over some speed limits but  as usual when illegal happenings take part, the police is nowhere to be found... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more crazy is this thing I heard to day at work... Parents in Iceland are using the bird-flu as an excuse for killing  their children pet's.... ain't that sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes honey bunny, the cat had to be put to sleep because it ate a bird that had the flu and it got it and hence we could have caught it to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is kinda sick....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I doubt it's legal.... at least it shouldn't be.... or should it!?&lt;br /&gt; I'm confused .. .. .. . . .  .   .    .     .      .       .        .         .          .           .            .             .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114168585536533771?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114168585536533771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114168585536533771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114168585536533771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114168585536533771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/03/bird-flu-mania.html' title='Bird Flu mania'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114160345277461457</id><published>2006-03-06T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:04:12.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Stef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/dark-angel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/dark-angel.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lífvana &lt;br /&gt;einsog órói án andvara&lt;br /&gt;andvana er barnið mitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Því stafirnir&lt;br /&gt;skjóta ekki glæringum&lt;br /&gt;af pappír í hjartað þitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lífvana er barnið mitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en stór var þin gjöf&lt;br /&gt;bros þitt til mín &lt;br /&gt;fölnuð er samt minningin&lt;br /&gt;sem haustsinns síðasta lauf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þetta stef sem ég tauta&lt;br /&gt;daglega&lt;br /&gt;dettur kannski einn dag í eyrun þin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þetta er ástar játtningin mín&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114160345277461457?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114160345277461457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114160345277461457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114160345277461457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114160345277461457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/03/stef.html' title='Stef'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114100442716345254</id><published>2006-02-27T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:40:27.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in hell</title><content type='html'>Shit! I can't sleep... I'm due to wake up in 4 hours...... I have a bad feeling I'm gonna sleep to long and have one of those days that are filled with the panic of being to late.... Didn't jam to much this weekend just had a couple of beers and went home early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still woke up this morning hung over..... That was quite disappointing so I slept some more.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get some lyrics done but with little effort.... nothing seems to inspire me any more.... I even find it hard to put word down for this blog... &lt;br /&gt;I think I might have to go some were to seek that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm planning on going to Turkey for a couple of weeks this spring and just relax ... gonna take my m-box with me and try to record some demos ..... mmm turkey........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114100442716345254?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114100442716345254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114100442716345254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114100442716345254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114100442716345254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepless-in-hell.html' title='Sleepless in hell'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-114018247195084121</id><published>2006-02-17T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:21:11.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Man-hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/33AT4992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/33AT4992.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Living with a couple of girls now... it's mmmm different from the guy's I've been living with the last two years or so.. &lt;br /&gt;I under stand now that the home, us guy's, were making for our selves was disgusting... now ..... there is sent and candles and the the dishes are clean... constantly... my bedroom is even clean-ish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are organizing a huge glimmer party... with costumes and everything..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shit ... I gotta go to a strip-bar and regain some of my manhood back.... please let there be some.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-114018247195084121?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/114018247195084121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=114018247195084121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114018247195084121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/114018247195084121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-hood.html' title='Man-hood'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113900339402195866</id><published>2006-02-03T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:49:54.036Z</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/Vignir_ny_05-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/Vignir_ny_05-06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at "prikið" ... again.... doing nothing but drinking beer.... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;same old same old..... .. ..&lt;br /&gt;Going to work to morrow .... that's nice... the weather forecast is predicting some coldness and snow/rain... It's a bad cocktail... It's better when it's just snowing or just raining... the blend is to cold and to wet... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kristján has just moved out and two girls have moved in... It's gonna be interesting to see how that is gonna escalate. The apartment is as clean as it was when I moved in, so I guess the feeling is good for the new room-mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the downside I now have to take the buss to work... I hate these yellow bastards!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above is of my friend Vignir....I'm posting it to make a joke else were on the Net... so don't worry...  about a thing... I know I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113900339402195866?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113900339402195866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113900339402195866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113900339402195866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113900339402195866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113847967203215362</id><published>2006-01-28T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:21:12.043Z</updated><title type='text'>songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/48f0245ff-b2f2-441b-a854-e4fcd93c42b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/48f0245ff-b2f2-441b-a854-e4fcd93c42b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pumping some song on the Internet recently. It's at the site www.rokk.is and I publish under my name Jón Tryggvi... these are both electro and slow drama guitar and singing tunes... If you are interested .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113847967203215362?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113847967203215362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113847967203215362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113847967203215362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113847967203215362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/songs.html' title='songs'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113736589646541750</id><published>2006-01-15T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:58:16.476Z</updated><title type='text'>journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here at prikið drinking my paycheck away.... Just got the news from my sister that my grandmother has just died.... It's weird but she was 95 years old and has been growing sicker and sicker.... I think she's glad were ever she is... Just hope the ride is joyful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope her unfulfilled dreams come true on this journey ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113736589646541750?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113736589646541750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113736589646541750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113736589646541750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113736589646541750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/journey.html' title='journey'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113631352524323285</id><published>2006-01-03T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:39:33.956Z</updated><title type='text'>I see darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/dark-angel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/dark-angel.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting once again at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to work to day for I went so late to sleep. Slept until four o'clock today and I  feel sick... That's something for the golden brew to cure.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family fell apart with a big boom on new years.... Nobody is talking, well at least not to my parents.... threw my phone in the sky in anger and I have no clue were it landed... so don't try to call. Unless you want to have a conversation with some icelandic pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness is overwhelming and it's choking me.... Three hours of daylight isn't helping my cool.... Today I missed them.... fuck that for I am drinking again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113631352524323285?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113631352524323285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113631352524323285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113631352524323285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113631352524323285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-see-darkness.html' title='I see darkness'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113602643217717677</id><published>2005-12-31T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:53:52.240Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/NEOCONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/NEOCONS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early this morning. Discovered a guy in my living room, vomiting. Well he was out of this world, so drunk, so I took a seat and had a smoke. It was a good one too. And then I went to the wine store to ensure my fucked up state to morrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year at hand.... hope time will pass slower on the new one.... Hope my dreams of Norway come true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113602643217717677?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113602643217717677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113602643217717677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113602643217717677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113602643217717677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s day'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113431445089450233</id><published>2005-12-11T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:20:50.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Black sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/22889049_8757b38cce_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/22889049_8757b38cce_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away...... I'm a bit hung over after yesterday..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the girl i've been dating for the last couple of months broke up last night... I guess I'm still not ready.... I'm hung on the past.... oh well.... hope something good comes out of this, at least friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be home sleeping, I can't really hold my hands on the keyboard...... gonna get another cup of coffee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more cup of coffee for the road..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113431445089450233?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113431445089450233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113431445089450233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113431445089450233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113431445089450233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/black-sundays.html' title='Black sundays'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113422628149680951</id><published>2005-12-10T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:51:21.496Z</updated><title type='text'>a song</title><content type='html'>Just put in a new feature. this is a song I wrote a while ago.... hope you all enjoy and comment... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics can be found somewhere here on the blog.. it's called "here shoulders were perfect" ... and they were......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113422628149680951?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113422628149680951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113422628149680951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113422628149680951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113422628149680951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/song.html' title='a song'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113405772730636204</id><published>2005-12-08T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:02:07.340Z</updated><title type='text'>with out a tiltle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/imgi-009aaat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/imgi-009aaat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the day off... Nice... the rain is pounding the city and the wind tears holes in peoples minds... December in Iceland... don't look like christ mass to me.&lt;br /&gt;Family problems reaching a new high but I don't mind... well a little ... just ain't gonna be around when the shit hits the fan, but i'll probably stand right under it when it does... oh well.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna get a raise at my work place... beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh gonna go finish up my laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113405772730636204?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113405772730636204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113405772730636204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113405772730636204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113405772730636204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/with-out-tiltle.html' title='with out a tiltle'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113287477884636806</id><published>2005-11-24T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:26:18.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Who's the rapist.... never mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/919_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/919_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at My favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away.... One of my best friends made his depute in an Icelandic television show this morning. He is a reporter and was talking about this rohypnol rapist that he's been writing about lately... He looked and sounded great!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the subject of discussion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my highlight of the day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not only that .. one of my other best friend Vignir arrived to day... but I haven't met him to day.... so he hasn't made my day yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise I feeeeeeeel goooood.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113287477884636806?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113287477884636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113287477884636806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113287477884636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113287477884636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/11/whos-rapist-never-mind.html' title='Who&apos;s the rapist.... never mind...'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113269114371606826</id><published>2005-11-22T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:25:43.726Z</updated><title type='text'>fuck freebird, how about some free beer!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/%7ESmirnoff_Home_Ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/%7ESmirnoff_Home_Ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got struck by a brilliant idea yesterday!!! It wasn't mine but i got struck none the less... I live  in this penthouse by the main shopping  street in Iceland... And I have balconies facing that street... and hmm that gives me about 2 square meters of advertising space.... so the thought is to get the importer of Tuborg or some other golden brew manufacturer to sponsor me with a case of beer for each day in december and perhaps pick up my rent.... mmmmm what beats a case of beer? hmmm a case of free beer perhaps?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113269114371606826?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113269114371606826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113269114371606826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113269114371606826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113269114371606826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-freebird-how-about-some-free-beer.html' title='fuck freebird, how about some free beer!!!!'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113189847322943366</id><published>2005-11-13T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:15:38.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday! at last....</title><content type='html'>Well another sunday spent in hangoverland. I've been quite relaxed for the last 2-3 weeks but yesterday i drank like I've never drunk before. Vodka vodka was my favorite last night. threw up before i fell asleep. Cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite flat lined recently, that is I'm not happy, not sad... It's kinda like a SOLOFT trip...  but I'm not on those "happy pills" Perhaps I should try them to see if I  get my up's and down's ..... Hm sounds like a plan.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally made a new lyric after months of trying... It's about this story I red some weeks ago.. It's about child abuse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Þytur svartra vængja þeyta&lt;br /&gt;sögu systra fimm án leikja&lt;br /&gt;drauma brotna og falin tár&lt;br /&gt;sjálfið rofið, eitt flakandi sár&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og við lokum augunum&lt;br /&gt;snúum okkur frá&lt;br /&gt;brosum kallt í aðra átt&lt;br /&gt;það fær mig ekkert á&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nema saga systra fimm án leikja&lt;br /&gt;sem allir þekktu en vildu þegja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ættli þögnin nokkrum þjóni&lt;br /&gt;þegar myrkur hugur tekur&lt;br /&gt;lítil fræ svo honum ljómi&lt;br /&gt;enn lambsinns anda hrekur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enn  úr stó er risinn ari&lt;br /&gt;og kallar hátt&lt;br /&gt;bíður eftri svari&lt;br /&gt;þeirra er litu í aðra átt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113189847322943366?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113189847322943366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113189847322943366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113189847322943366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113189847322943366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-at-last.html' title='Sunday! at last....'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-113070865028286548</id><published>2005-10-30T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:46:12.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Bright Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/importD40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/importD40.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am once again sitting at prikið drinking my paycheck away.... I'm In a good mood for this sunday didn't turn out so black like usually.... I'm not hung over and last night I had a date... witch went quit well except when i was paying the bill at the restaurant I didn't have enough dough... so my date had to chip in... my ears are still     colored red of shame... but things went good and  I look forward to the next one and hope things wil go nicely with her...... so in general I'm happy .... Nice feeling for a sunday.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-113070865028286548?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/113070865028286548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=113070865028286548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113070865028286548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/113070865028286548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/bright-sunday.html' title='Bright Sunday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112948228653663386</id><published>2005-10-16T17:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:04:46.536Z</updated><title type='text'>The Black sunday</title><content type='html'>Just finished a book. And what a book. what a story. I don't know how to describe it... Terrible I guess, not because it's a bad but because it's a girls story that practically grew up next door to me. It's a story about how her father abused her and sold her and her four sisters for drugs and alcohol. The system here is rotten for it knew about this for so long but did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how and what the fuck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...... arg!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just laid the book after reading it in one stretch.... I'm to angry to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112948228653663386?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112948228653663386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112948228653663386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112948228653663386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112948228653663386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-sunday_16.html' title='The Black sunday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112948211285330844</id><published>2005-10-16T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:01:52.860Z</updated><title type='text'>The Black sunday</title><content type='html'>Just finished a book. And what a book. what a story. I don't know how to describe it... Terrible I guess, not because it's a bad but because it's a girls story that practically grew up next door to me. It's a story about how her father abused her and sold her and her four sisters for drugs and alcohol. The system here is rotten for it knew about this for so long but did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how and what the fuck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ...... arg!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just laid the book after reading it in one stretch.... I'm to angry to write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112948211285330844?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112948211285330844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112948211285330844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112948211285330844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112948211285330844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-sunday.html' title='The Black sunday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112923915238231868</id><published>2005-10-13T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:32:32.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken, broke down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/conflict.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/conflict.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!! I'm broke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A too familiar feeling but I'm getting some money tomorrow which isn't a familiar feeling but nice though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm siting at my favorite bar "prikið" drinking my paycheck away, well, my paycheck is empty but I think I have some credit here but then again I'm a fast runner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worried about it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting freezing here in little Iceland but I don't mind... Sliding between points A-B to get some work done. It kinda looks like Fred Astire with a helmet and hammer swinging in a chaotic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we get the work done even though we (I) look silly at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112923915238231868?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112923915238231868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112923915238231868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112923915238231868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112923915238231868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/broken-broke-down.html' title='Broken, broke down.'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112872077483292731</id><published>2005-10-07T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:34:13.320Z</updated><title type='text'>"The Web"</title><content type='html'>I tried a different thing tonight... I went to the vine shop and bought a six pack and drank it.. then I came to my favorite place "prikið" and I'm Having a double late in a whiskey glass...  Gonna work tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I doing quite well ,,, got the keys to the whole nine yards last saturday and that tells me that my boss likes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his daughter is fine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I´m not gonna tell him I've lost them though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a looser... he he ... but that´s a secret, hope no one has discovered the "web"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112872077483292731?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112872077483292731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112872077483292731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112872077483292731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112872077483292731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/web.html' title='&quot;The Web&quot;'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112828475705846907</id><published>2005-10-02T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:25:57.066Z</updated><title type='text'>sumertime and the livin easy</title><content type='html'>Damn... It's the 2nd and I still have a good sum of money on my account and I'm gonna get more in the morning and then again the 15th of this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do what to do.... what can I buy??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A steal string Gypson would be nice but thats $6000 so I'll wait a bit. but I could use  the new M-box and a good mic.... hmmm I'll see  how much I have left on the 15th.. thats a $1300 ... I can manage that for now... put this month is only half for I started the 19th of last month............ he he he ...........he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Gypson dream is getting closer to reality.   Bingo Maradona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112828475705846907?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112828475705846907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112828475705846907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112828475705846907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112828475705846907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/sumertime-and-livin-easy.html' title='sumertime and the livin easy'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112810677595156112</id><published>2005-09-30T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:59:35.956Z</updated><title type='text'>autumn leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/DMC_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/DMC_1109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... haven't had a lot of time now to drink my pay check away this weekend. been working a lot of overtime at work. Hope my pay check will grow big and fat.&lt;br /&gt;gonna work to morrow (saturday) and there for I won't be drinking so much to night. But some I guess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my pay  check away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't notice how the wind and the autumn have, once again, managed to blow most of the leaves of the trees. The streets are filled with brown/yellow leaflets floating above the pavements as the wind throws them up in swirls. I guess I've been having to much fun at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge scandals have been uncovered in the Icelandic business and political environment but I don't care... As long as the golden brew doesn't get more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112810677595156112?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112810677595156112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112810677595156112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112810677595156112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112810677595156112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/autumn-leaves.html' title='autumn leaves'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112794655557964107</id><published>2005-09-28T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:29:05.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy idiot</title><content type='html'>I must be the luckiest man in the world!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I start working outside again after a year inside, this september becomes the coldest one in 180 years in iceland!... Why am I so Lucky?! Because I don't mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just happy... I've put my complications on hold... I'll deal with them around Christmas.... Or just not at all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I have nothing to say when I'm happy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112794655557964107?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112794655557964107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112794655557964107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112794655557964107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112794655557964107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-idiot.html' title='Happy idiot'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112769122056586293</id><published>2005-09-25T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:43:29.823Z</updated><title type='text'>My Tattoo</title><content type='html'>For more than a 10 years I had been thinking about a tattoo.. A year ago I found one.. I was looking over my blog and for my amazement I haven't written about it... &lt;br /&gt;what I chose was a poem by my favorite poet "Davíð Stefánsson frá Fagraskógi"&lt;br /&gt;I goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesið skal letur &lt;br /&gt;uns lögmál skýrsast&lt;br /&gt;þá mun þjóðum&lt;br /&gt;í þúsundir ára &lt;br /&gt;vaxa víðsini&lt;br /&gt;enn veröld stækka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;br /&gt;until laws are exposed&lt;br /&gt;then nations&lt;br /&gt;for thousands of years &lt;br /&gt;will grow in perspective&lt;br /&gt;but the world will grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that one planted on my right chest muscle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next tattoo will bee written over my whole chest and it will go like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Með Tárum Skal Hamingju Gjalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tears happiness is repaid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112769122056586293?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112769122056586293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112769122056586293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112769122056586293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112769122056586293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-tattoo.html' title='My Tattoo'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112768831510097972</id><published>2005-09-25T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:50:38.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Should I hang?</title><content type='html'>I've hanged my rope&lt;br /&gt;I have made the loop&lt;br /&gt;It faced the window &lt;br /&gt;and the sun shone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all ready&lt;br /&gt;Just had to put my head through &lt;br /&gt;but the sun shone &lt;br /&gt;through my loop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times&lt;br /&gt;bad times&lt;br /&gt;tend to shine at these hours&lt;br /&gt;facing death is truly living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is there&lt;br /&gt;but other reasons follow&lt;br /&gt;what is next &lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why&lt;br /&gt;that's how&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's hope&lt;br /&gt;let's believe &lt;br /&gt;curiosity &lt;br /&gt;will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for when I cant find it&lt;br /&gt;then I've found it&lt;br /&gt;the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I'll hang&lt;br /&gt;then I'll hang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112768831510097972?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112768831510097972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112768831510097972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112768831510097972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112768831510097972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/should-i-hang.html' title='Should I hang?'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112768687767232455</id><published>2005-09-25T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:25:42.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Confronting the loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/hang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/hang1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting once again at "prikið" drinking my paycheck away...&lt;br /&gt;I've been reflecting on my states in the past 6-7 years to night... There been ups and downs in that time... I guess I´m a bit of a manic depressive.  I've confronted the rope several times only to see the sunshine through to loop and thankfully experienced true love and happiness between the roptimes's. I guess I'm In between those states for now.. Just don't know which way I'm going for now, up or down...Doesn't mater... I have the feeling I'm  gonna face the loop soon and have some kind of a showdown... It will turn out fine... This is actually a song material... Hmmm ..Haven't had one for along time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job is going fine, I like it a lot and I'm looking forward  to the pay day... he he.... well gotta keep up with my drinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112768687767232455?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112768687767232455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112768687767232455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112768687767232455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112768687767232455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/confronting-loop.html' title='Confronting the loop'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112725419486424355</id><published>2005-09-20T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:11:19.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting opsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/bucketfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/bucketfire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siting here at "prikið" once again drinking my paycheck away.. I've been working at the new job for 2 days now and I like it.... But that's just two... Morning begun with whet snowing and coldness .... but the sun burst through around the coffee brake... Nice... the work is going better than I imagined, that is, I haven't killed anyone ......yet... but operating that crane is nice for it is new.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was just thinking of a way to describe how it feels like to operate a construction crane... Well... Imagine you're standing in the shower and you haven't turned on the water at all. You want the water temperature to be correct when it hits you, so you better know to work those knobs on your water system. Sound easy??? Well it's not.... but no rocked science either...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112725419486424355?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112725419486424355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112725419486424355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112725419486424355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112725419486424355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-opsessed.html' title='Getting opsessed'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112706354192402536</id><published>2005-09-18T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:12:21.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Black Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/%7EBishops_in_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/%7EBishops_in_white.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Another sunday of hanging over.... Splitting headache and  chills. I was gonna   take a nice day of from drinking yesterday but than I got invited to a game of poker, and when you play poker you smoke and drink a lot in the hope that you liver is stronger than the opponent's. So ultimately your judgement holds out a little longer.. And my liver is well trained for that kind of strategy. So I won in the end... &lt;br /&gt;I like poker.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start the new job to morrow.... don't want to think about it in this state I'm in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112706354192402536?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112706354192402536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112706354192402536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112706354192402536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112706354192402536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-black-sunday.html' title='Yet another Black Sunday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112689870241471621</id><published>2005-09-16T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:25:02.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/Sagittarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/Sagittarius.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at Dressmann behind me and It feels cool. I'm wearing a suit for the occasion for I will be wearing my old shit dress on monday working in construction in the pouring rain and later snow storms... But that's cool to ... the pay will make it so.... I also like the change a lot. working outside is nice when you can work warmth into your self. But bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away... some things never change.... Or do they??? I sure hope so... Or do I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112689870241471621?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112689870241471621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112689870241471621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112689870241471621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112689870241471621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleh_16.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112686989558328614</id><published>2005-09-16T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:24:55.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupid!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/world%20crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/world%20crying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people so idiotic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to turn in early at work now to run whit a set of tuxedo to the sewers to get the  pants shortened... I told the customer that he'd have to do it him self if he was going to get it done in shorter time than usual. But no! since I wasn't there he took advantage of it and said the opposite. Unfortunately for him this is my last day at Dress mann so I will lash out on him.... stupid asshole!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112686989558328614?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112686989558328614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112686989558328614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112686989558328614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112686989558328614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid.html' title='Stupid!!!!'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112673272006952363</id><published>2005-09-14T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:41:11.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Pile of news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/SANY0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/SANY0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pile of newspapers stays the same here at my sanctuary "prikið" the content has changed by millions... I can't remember how or what  was in them a year ago. But every day they seem so important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a article about a rock and mud slide hitting Norway's Bergen, shuck me, for a person i love deeply used to live there. I started the day, after receiving the news, looking at Bergen maps on the internet to see if I'd been in that area... (went for a visit there in sept. '04) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month from now I will have forgotten about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pile of newspapers will however still remain here in the window shelf, containing information that I will still forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that comforting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the slide might hit me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112673272006952363?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112673272006952363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112673272006952363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112673272006952363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112673272006952363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/pile-of-news.html' title='Pile of news'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112669642418215537</id><published>2005-09-14T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:13:44.186Z</updated><title type='text'>no win no loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/DOLPHINS%20IN%20A%20TORNADO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/DOLPHINS%20IN%20A%20TORNADO.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... The pieces are falling in place.... this is a no win situation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when we figure out how to burn oil cleaner and better so we don't pollute so much fine dust in the atmosphere the global warming gets more intense. Why?! Because the dust we were pouring out was actually shielding us from the suns ultraviolet beams... This means that the global warming will increase faster the next thirty years or so, warming the ocean surface, making storms growing faster and become greater...    &lt;br /&gt;Some scientist noticed a huge change of climate changes in the  following of 911 when all airline flights were grounded for some days... the clouds the airplanes leave actually shield us... in those couple of days the climate warmth got higher... so by polluting we are shielding our self's.... What the fuck!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we got the "greenhouse" effect and the Global darkening... take away the other we are fucked... doomed to pollute ourselves to death....that's what I call a vicious circle,,,,,,, happy happy joy joy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112669642418215537?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112669642418215537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112669642418215537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112669642418215537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112669642418215537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-win-no-loss.html' title='no win no loss'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112664031780419766</id><published>2005-09-13T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:38:37.810Z</updated><title type='text'>The nothing of nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/2152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting once again at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away.&lt;br /&gt;not much to write about except how the world as we know it, is apparently going to hell... I'm just not in the mood to express my feelings about it right now.. The golden brew is getting the better of me, that is, I'm to lazy to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting shittier by the minuet and the winter is knocking on this island's door. I don't mind though, but warm climate changes on the globe would never the less be welcomed... But preferably without any disasters in other places....&lt;br /&gt;think I'm going to have a refill on the brew now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112664031780419766?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112664031780419766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112664031780419766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112664031780419766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112664031780419766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-of-nothing.html' title='The nothing of nothing'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112638094282722406</id><published>2005-09-10T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:37:17.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Punk is the awnser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/punkcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/punkcat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting once again at my favorite place "prikið" drinking my paycheck away. Working to day was boring and never giving so that's how my day has been... I'm waiting for some inspiration but I'm not finding any... Perhaps I should try to spend less time drinking and more time writing in my personal dairy. Our just find some other ways to experience what life has to offer or does not. Reading and not being hung over at work might be a start.. I don't know... don't care...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I should try to find someone to share somethings with... like a girl... don't know ... It's been close to a year now and I'm still in love... I think I must be lovesick in general... Fuck that... gonna go and start a punk band our something... yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112638094282722406?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112638094282722406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112638094282722406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112638094282722406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112638094282722406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/punk-is-awnser.html' title='Punk is the awnser'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112630186026956545</id><published>2005-09-09T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:43:13.180Z</updated><title type='text'>New coats and girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/havingababy17ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/havingababy17ti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2.. from the post below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she was offering me a job at a new store called All Saint's.. If I  take it i'll be the manager over the mans department. Gonna meet up with her on monday to talk terms... not gonna take it if they don't offer better than the construction work... I'm gonna follow the money on this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise yet another boring day is passing by just so another one can replace it ... exiting times, aren't they!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me what I need to do to change this feeling of boredom, he said "what you need is a new coat and a girlfriend" this is obviously my smartest friend for now,,,,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112630186026956545?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112630186026956545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112630186026956545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112630186026956545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112630186026956545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-coats-and-girlfriends.html' title='New coats and girlfriends'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112620791368343219</id><published>2005-09-08T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:31:53.690Z</updated><title type='text'>ego ego ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/2827.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ego boost today... It was a day loaded with work... I was building a new shirt and tie table, a round thing with four levels, where the middle  one is  specially designed  for ties. As I was doing that I was serving four customers average and changing the overlook of the store... I the middle of the chaos, I'd made by that time, a rather good looking lady came to the counter and asked for my  name,,,, sliding  my right eye-brown upwards in wonder, I told her I was the guy she was looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112620791368343219?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112620791368343219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112620791368343219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112620791368343219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112620791368343219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/ego-ego-ego.html' title='ego ego ego'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112612371954830251</id><published>2005-09-07T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:33:54.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/ghettobike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/ghettobike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting once again at "prikið" drinking my paycheck away.... The bar is getting smoke-filled and drunks are passing out by dozens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have about two hours until I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke from my own cigaret tears my breathing pipe to shreds and that's just how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to construct buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the testosterone level rice with in me and I know the bad gay/whore jokes will  come naturally when needed at the new job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... the new job.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sweet smiling to rude and ignorant customers. I will get back with "my own" ignorance once again..... mmmmm Ignorance.....  Bliss  .....   Happiness ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112612371954830251?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112612371954830251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112612371954830251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112612371954830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112612371954830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/ignorance-is.html' title='Ignorance is .....'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112603501266223773</id><published>2005-09-06T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:30:12.666Z</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>aaahhhhrrrrrrgggggggg...... I have to do some serious cleaning at home... but here I am once again drinking my paycheck away at my favorite place "prikið" I just keep hoping my trash has gotten more alive than yesterday and has crawled away.... my hopes always seem to die young....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps i should to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112603501266223773?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112603501266223773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112603501266223773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112603501266223773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112603501266223773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112594404478093814</id><published>2005-09-05T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:14:04.786Z</updated><title type='text'>no spices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/Morgan%20Kane2---1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/Morgan%20Kane2---1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at work after the clint eastwood  job.... ugh... gonna try to work for no more than a week there and then I'm off doing some dirty work for a lot more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freaks still seem to come my way.. Gotta former clown making jokes about everything, for example  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes hello hmmm no answer!?..." talking  to a pair of pants i just handed him in his size....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How the hell is one  going to reply to that kind of shit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year a go I loved these guys... It was a charm of life, a little spice in the puny existence... but I'm tired of it now... I don't like spices anyways..... take a couple of bites it's o.k. but a whole meal.... hell no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more than a week thats it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112594404478093814?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112594404478093814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112594404478093814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112594404478093814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112594404478093814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-spices.html' title='no spices'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112576571882810390</id><published>2005-09-03T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-03T16:41:58.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Five days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/1264_11537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/1264_11537.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here in a cafe in Reykjavik Iceland, looking at news sites on the internet concerning the hurricane katrine blowing new orleans back to the middle ages..&lt;br /&gt;Ironically this is happening in the worlds largest super-state. A nation that is in the front-line in the "war on terror" making sure to make the earth a safe place, often without the rest of the world's agreement.... The U.S. has taken this task of bringing "their" freedom to cultures that have a different understanding of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This super-state couldn't wait to go to war suppoertedby their hard evidence, that later turned out to be only hot air steaming from someone's head. The super state acted quickly then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now five days after the Hurricane Katrine people are robbing, raping and shooting at helicopters, people are stuck in terrible conditions and no one cares. Body's are floating down the streets and words of cannibalism are written on the net....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five days ... the 3rd world is nocking on "heaven's door" in the super state..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to higher forces ... help must be on the way... better late that never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112576571882810390?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112576571882810390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112576571882810390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112576571882810390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112576571882810390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/five-days.html' title='Five days'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112566782395039375</id><published>2005-09-02T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:32:12.113Z</updated><title type='text'>woke up this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/sjo%3F%3Fmann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/sjo%3F%3Fmann.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning feeling kinda blue.&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning feeling lost in life&lt;br /&gt;overslept, and my buss rode with out me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I didn't wake up and there for I'm not on the set today. So instead of using the day for nothing I did some laundry and went out to pay some bills... Clearing my consensus for the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boss at dressmann  about the offer i had last week and she cant match it... so I'm going there on monday to work for a week or so and then back to construction with loads of money coming my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was a really cold august this year. I haven't pulled my old blue coat so early from   the pile I call wardrobe for a long time. Still the sun is shining but the wind is the streets true ruler for now.... hope september has more to offer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112566782395039375?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112566782395039375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112566782395039375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112566782395039375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112566782395039375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/woke-up-this-morning.html' title='woke up this morning'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112535123025713917</id><published>2005-08-29T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:35:19.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/1600/u%3F%3Fff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1871/526/320/u%3F%3Fff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that's what things have come to... I'm a whore for attention... Well the new look gets it done. But I have the feeling I'm not getting the right crowd's attention.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112535123025713917?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112535123025713917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112535123025713917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112535123025713917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112535123025713917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112498247374354652</id><published>2005-08-25T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:07:53.750Z</updated><title type='text'>job and jobs</title><content type='html'>Trying a new place to day... I realizing that I haven't been working or being really sick at day time for a long now. It's nice to sit at a cafe and just have a little "self time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to work at the "flags of our fathers" set because I'm actually a bit sick now... slept right through three alarms this morning without any recollection of them at all... I guess I needed the sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope Clint Eastwood will forgive me... If he notices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other issues, I've been offered a new job and a big raise... If I accept I'll be working as a construction crane operator. I pledged never to work a crane again five years ago... but the guy want's me and is offering a really good pay!!! 245000 isl per month and thats only for daytime work. on top of that I get vacation salary and overtime.... I'm used to work a lot of overtime so I should be able to get over 200000 in my pockets after taxes and stuff... thats good shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm gonna talk to my  boss at my firm about a raise.... they've been talking about a raise but I doubt that they can top the other offer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dt out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112498247374354652?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112498247374354652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112498247374354652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112498247374354652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112498247374354652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/job-and-jobs.html' title='job and jobs'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112404358386500066</id><published>2005-08-14T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:19:43.873Z</updated><title type='text'>having fun with Clint</title><content type='html'>Well the filming has begun.. and it's so much fun.. Even though we spend most of the time waiting in lines for costume and gear and just plain waiting between scenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't talk about it in details because I've signed a contract withe the production to keep my mouth shut.... But it's all a big experience. I've seen Clint a couple of times and I've managed not to jump on him in emotional way... Just trying to keep my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure did the other day. We were standing there all geared up a couple of guys and    Mr. Eastwood happened to drive by. Being the nice guy he appears to be, he gave us a wave and the guys, standing with me waved back.... I nodded.  I fucking nodded at Clint Eastwood when he was waving at us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats brutally cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112404358386500066?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112404358386500066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112404358386500066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112404358386500066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112404358386500066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/having-fun-with-clint.html' title='having fun with Clint'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112335870705554391</id><published>2005-08-06T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:08:05.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Að geta svona kisst</title><content type='html'>Reykur klýfur rjáfrið&lt;br /&gt;og askan brotnar á góflið&lt;br /&gt;og draumur minn ferðast til þín&lt;br /&gt;og draumur minn ferðast til þín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulir fingur á streng&lt;br /&gt;þrýsta á nýheitt stálið&lt;br /&gt;verma þessum dreng&lt;br /&gt;hugurinn kyndir bálið&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og að geta svona kisst&lt;br /&gt;og að geta svona kisst &lt;br /&gt;geta aðeins þeir er hafa misst&lt;br /&gt;geta aðeins þeir er hafa misst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En nú er glasið fullt&lt;br /&gt;Gylltur mjöður rennur&lt;br /&gt;og slekkur allt sem brennur&lt;br /&gt;og slekkur allt sem brennur.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112335870705554391?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112335870705554391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112335870705554391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112335870705554391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112335870705554391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/geta-svona-kisst.html' title='Að geta svona kisst'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112335601798880228</id><published>2005-08-06T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:20:17.993Z</updated><title type='text'>MMMMM</title><content type='html'>mmmm saturday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only day of the week I can drink like hell without worrying about work.... gonna drink a lot to night..... he he ... suckers (the beers) I'm gonna drown you in my stomach acids all night and try not to think about tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden brew is flowing and so am I, towards utopia..... mmmm utopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112335601798880228?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112335601798880228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112335601798880228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112335601798880228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112335601798880228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/mmmmm.html' title='MMMMM'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112319979800524768</id><published>2005-08-04T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:59:03.033Z</updated><title type='text'>BLOW</title><content type='html'>I'm fucked... so fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna sniff a lot of shit up my nostrils, just to get more fucked up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, physically and spiritually I'm fucked.  so fuck it!!!!!!! I'm going.... to...... were ever...... hell...... I guess........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112319979800524768?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112319979800524768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112319979800524768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112319979800524768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112319979800524768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/blow.html' title='BLOW'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112318537245848384</id><published>2005-08-04T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:56:12.463Z</updated><title type='text'>steam!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>sitting at "prikid" drinking  my paycheck away once again....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer sales have begun and my store is filled with greedy freaks every single hour of my day. I wanna punch, I wanna verbally and physically abuse them every single hour of the day!!!!! I need some time off. I need to blow some steam off!!! ... in a healthy way!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should take up boxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just at the end of the day meet some stranger in a ring an beat some one senseless legally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm that would make my day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112318537245848384?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112318537245848384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112318537245848384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112318537245848384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112318537245848384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/08/steam.html' title='steam!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112282849238810102</id><published>2005-07-31T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:12:23.080Z</updated><title type='text'>johny the movie star</title><content type='html'>Gonna  be a extra in the new Clint Eastwood movie,  "Flags of our fathers" . Went yesterday for a fitting and a haircut. I had long hair but now I look like an molested alter-boy. The gear I'm wearing is genuine WWII marine suit and I'll be carrying a big riffle of some kind. I'm pretty exited about this thing because mr. Eastwood is gonna be a round.. I always pictured him as my idol, Morgan Kane, on the white screen but he's getting a little old now, but still he's one of the coolest guy on the planet.&lt;br /&gt; I hope I'll be able to keep my cool when he shows up, ,,,, I will, I'm pretty cool my self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to shift my working plan a little ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    no problem......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112282849238810102?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112282849238810102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112282849238810102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112282849238810102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112282849238810102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/07/johny-movie-star.html' title='johny the movie star'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-112214735077214859</id><published>2005-07-23T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:35:50.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is south</title><content type='html'>How do I manage not to write shit for so long?! Not that something special has happened lately. Just been working a lot lately and i'm looking forward to having a couple of day's off... I'm just gonna drink some beers and  hang back. The sun is shining like crazy and brings hope and happiness to this cold outlet of hell. I hope to find heaven in the south....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-112214735077214859?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/112214735077214859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=112214735077214859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112214735077214859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/112214735077214859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/07/heaven-is-south.html' title='Heaven is south'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111787754639576194</id><published>2005-06-04T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:32:26.480Z</updated><title type='text'>morning,,</title><content type='html'>Sitting in coffeehouse her in downtown Reykjavík trying to pull my self together. Didn't drink or jam yesterday but i had a whole lot of sugar!!! This place doesn't allow smoking so I'm getting a little restless here. I find it hard to concentrate on word and my thoughts  drift all over the place. I have a couple of "now it all" discussing politics but what they're really doing is rephrasing yesterdays news. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting that hell out of here before I explode on them... see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111787754639576194?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111787754639576194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111787754639576194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111787754639576194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111787754639576194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/06/morning.html' title='morning,,'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111766520076557724</id><published>2005-06-01T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:33:20.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Bingo</title><content type='html'>five down and  10 to go... drinking my pay check once again at prikið......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a new hat today! and that was the highlight of the day... oh oh no just..&lt;br /&gt;went modeling today and my eyes and mouth is gonna become beer mats, you know the thing you put under the glass at the beer,,, normally says "carlsberg" or something like that..... now i will be staring at the beer drinkers!!!   mohahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO MARADONA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111766520076557724?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111766520076557724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111766520076557724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111766520076557724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111766520076557724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/06/bingo.html' title='Bingo'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111738707605826281</id><published>2005-05-29T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:19:04.890Z</updated><title type='text'>mourning coffee</title><content type='html'>sitting once again at  "prikid" and drinking my paycheck away. Didn't go  out jamming yesterday. Woke up around nine o'clock, took a shower and headed downtown for a date with my "black liquid queen" (coffee). It's bitter aroma rich taste took me away in the mourning sun. Whoha!!! the summer is getting here and is putting it's mark on my mind... Feel pretty good.... and that is so nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111738707605826281?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111738707605826281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111738707605826281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111738707605826281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111738707605826281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/05/mourning-coffee.html' title='mourning coffee'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111723223797323946</id><published>2005-05-27T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:17:17.980Z</updated><title type='text'>CREATE! PLEASE</title><content type='html'>sitting once again at "prikid" drinking my paycheck away, but that's why I work. &lt;br /&gt;Had a fucking special day at work, seemed like all the freaks gathered up to come my way to fuck up my attitude. But now I've had three beers and my temper is going below boiling point. &lt;br /&gt;The summer has worked it's way here and I'm off tomorrow, thank god. Hope the weather is gonna be as nice next mourning as it was today. Wanna hang back and try to think up some brilliant ideas for lyrics on my balcony, licking the sun through my skin.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make happy words in happy context! our the other way around. just hope to get some creativsm going one!!!! Either way I'll be happy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be nice to bathe in rain if that's the weather god's plan... some ideas might pop up... hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been offered a raise at work. gonna be an assistant manager now for the next 3 months and in september I'll be the store manager....   I like!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111723223797323946?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111723223797323946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111723223797323946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111723223797323946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111723223797323946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/05/create-please.html' title='CREATE! PLEASE'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111653713235303573</id><published>2005-05-19T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:12:12.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Euro vision song contest</title><content type='html'>Sitting at ´´prikið´´drinking my beer and watching eurovision song contest. Iceland is taking part in it and I'm all exited. The glimmer and glamour is beautiful and ketches the eye but sorry to say the song don't.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've followed the contest for the last 15 years or so, and the songs seem to be the same every year, the only difference is that the songs change performers every year. Pretty simple but boring. But still I sit exited in front of a huge screen every year.... I'm a euro vision junkie,,,,......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111653713235303573?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111653713235303573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111653713235303573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111653713235303573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111653713235303573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/05/euro-vision-song-contest.html' title='Euro vision song contest'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-111645093646287859</id><published>2005-05-18T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:15:36.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Apple mania</title><content type='html'>Well perhaps it's time to start this blog going on again? I've been out of connection for a while now but now i've just bought my first laptop ever!!! It's great. It's an apple powerbook G4 17´´ hardcore mofo! so now I can just grab my lab and head out and write  and create where ever I want!!! It's beautiful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting at a bar called ´´ prikið´´ that's my hangout place. it's one  of the oldest cafe's in Reykjavík, It's interior is quite 70´s. The walls are covered with wood looking, vinyl like wallpapers and it has this old-school  bar. The ´´atmo´´ is quite friendly and quiet at daytime but it turns into complete mania during the weekends, witch suits me fine.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking fiercely has never been a big issue for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-111645093646287859?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/111645093646287859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=111645093646287859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111645093646287859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/111645093646287859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2005/05/apple-mania.html' title='Apple mania'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-110203616014033449</id><published>2004-12-03T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T01:09:20.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Winter comes and snow&lt;br /&gt;I can’t marry you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Without children to grow&lt;br /&gt;I can’t marry you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way I love you  (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a year in you hand&lt;br /&gt;You can find another man&lt;br /&gt;Let your unloved parts get loved&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way I love you  (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places you should be afraid&lt;br /&gt;In to the river we will wait&lt;br /&gt;Love me the way i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will Oldham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-110203616014033449?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/110203616014033449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=110203616014033449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/110203616014033449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/110203616014033449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/12/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-110016552741285455</id><published>2004-11-11T09:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T01:16:08.746Z</updated><title type='text'>wisdoms golden face</title><content type='html'>I lost something beautyfull&lt;br /&gt;The other day&lt;br /&gt;Somewere in love’s&lt;br /&gt;Endless bay   (what to do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a timemachine&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Or just follow these&lt;br /&gt;Lonely lover’s tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being blind is hard&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Capture light perfectly&lt;br /&gt;But never embrace&lt;br /&gt;Wisdoms clowdy skyes&lt;br /&gt;Nor see future in people’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait every god blessed day&lt;br /&gt;For wisdom to stroll down my way&lt;br /&gt;And bless the words I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But waiting has been going for long time now&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s time to make the travelers vow&lt;br /&gt;Seek that blessing an my head bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will traveling through life’s eternal maze&lt;br /&gt;Make my feet stumble upon this amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;In other words will I know wisdoms golden face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-110016552741285455?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/110016552741285455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=110016552741285455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/110016552741285455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/110016552741285455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/11/wisdoms-golden-face_110016552741285455.html' title='wisdoms golden face'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109997194582290735</id><published>2004-11-09T03:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:45:45.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Well well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Mister T is going to work to morrow! Since I never heard from the tile guy, I went out last mourning to find my self an other job…. The third place I asked was in Dress Man. And apparently they are looking for a hippie looking employee?! Strikes me since its kinda a +30 men’s clothing store…. I’m going there for a “test drive”.. hope I’ll do all right… Just feels good to wake up tomorrow with a purpose…&lt;br /&gt;For almost two months I’ve been doing noting but sitting on my ass. I’ve even developed a right side ass cheek sitting syndrome, which is best described as a stinging pain in my right butt cheek… I guess from sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109997194582290735?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109997194582290735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109997194582290735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109997194582290735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109997194582290735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/11/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109945297738500945</id><published>2004-11-03T03:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T03:38:19.950Z</updated><title type='text'> Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>Had to make a lyric about the moon... everybody does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dm&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;                     C                  G&lt;br /&gt;Share your secrets with me&lt;br /&gt;Dm&lt;br /&gt;Tell me of dreamers&lt;br /&gt;             C        G&lt;br /&gt;If they truly exist&lt;br /&gt;Dm&lt;br /&gt;If they see beauty&lt;br /&gt;             C                      G&lt;br /&gt;Where no one else sees fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;F     E     Am&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever meet the sun&lt;br /&gt;Where you lovers before there was time&lt;br /&gt;Which was night, which was day&lt;br /&gt;When you were one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus no 2)&lt;br /&gt;Which is on the run&lt;br /&gt;You or the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;Cast her reflection for me&lt;br /&gt;Show me the fair one&lt;br /&gt;On your silver shaded screen&lt;br /&gt;Does she still make diamonds&lt;br /&gt;When she thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;Where lies my path&lt;br /&gt;Is it where smoke splits air&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing letters to you&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Try to think Johny Cash when you play(if you play)... it's down beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109945297738500945?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109945297738500945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109945297738500945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109945297738500945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109945297738500945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/11/blue-moon.html' title=' Blue Moon'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109875604295917660</id><published>2004-10-26T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-26T02:00:42.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Norway </title><content type='html'>Words !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been using words all night. Wisely or not, still maid my points. What ever. I miss my Norwegian princess more than ever.  It’s not fair to the other ladies. They just do not compare. I just hope our being apart won’t last forever. Maybe it will..   It’s not fair to all of the other ladies to be compared to her… how in earth are they gonna beat that lady?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I’m lucky enough to have met that lady… .unlucky to have lost her still.  I really think I’ll be able to be alone for the rest of my life, living on that memory with that soul mate…. I guess I am happy to have met this special woman. I really do not think anybody is struck with that kind of luck so early in his lifetime.  I love you.,,,,  Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109875604295917660?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109875604295917660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109875604295917660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109875604295917660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109875604295917660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/norway.html' title='Norway '/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109840294446328966</id><published>2004-10-21T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:55:44.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Kane</title><content type='html'>I’m still waiting for that damn money. It’s so pathetic how addicted one is to these badly smelling piece of paper! They truly run my life. I mean I don’t need much, just some to get my 3-4 beers every night. You know just to make some sense out of the day. You work for 10-12 hours and you ARE going to need that golden brew. Then of course, you need to spend some on food. ( &amp;%”#%$&amp;amp;)  food!!!!!  Why on earth do we still need that shit, what happened to evolution?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! it’s getting cold. I live in this 100 year old wooden house and the pluming aren’t working like I want them to… some days ago it was almost equally cold inside as on the out side.. Handy me, took it upon him self to fix this problem and I did. In that manner that now it’s getting tropical here and I can’t quite fix that. However, we just open the windows and turn our eyes blank to the heating bills. Better thins way than in the freezing cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold in hell… that’s my only religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to start working after this weekend. Been doing nothing for 3 weeks now and my right butt cheek is sore… I’ll have to write a memo for to morrow, abut leaning more to the left…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whish I was the Norwegian invention of Louis Masterson, Morgan Kane….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would shoot you in a split second, western stile and be cool about it!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109840294446328966?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109840294446328966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109840294446328966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109840294446328966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109840294446328966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/morgan-kane.html' title='Morgan Kane'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109815181958627074</id><published>2004-10-19T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-19T02:11:12.196Z</updated><title type='text'>so sorry</title><content type='html'>I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for when I’ve done wrong to you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for when I wasn’t there when I should have&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I expect people to forgive me. I don’t forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109815181958627074?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109815181958627074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109815181958627074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109815181958627074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109815181958627074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-sorry.html' title='so sorry'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109772288122259335</id><published>2004-10-14T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:19:34.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Going to sleep would be a good idea now</title><content type='html'>Well I’ve been quite out of it the last days. Have been too depressed to got to work and there for I quit it… I’m gonna start working around the 20th of this month. Getting quite low on money. But apparently I’m to expect 120.000 isl.kr next week for some work I did earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been so depressed?! I have my reasons, I’ll just blame it on my mother for now, that always works ( he he he )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the US presidency election debate between Bush and Kerry and I found out that I’m sick of the US!! Bush keeps on stating how stupid and uninformed he is and I just wait for Kerry to whip is ass real good, all the time, but that guy just says, no mater the subject, as a former soldier in action in Vietnam I know, and bla, blab la bla a bal balaksfjæaeof……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a retired soldier from Vietnam I’d shut the hell up, I mean, that was a lost war and there for it’s fair to assume that the good people fighting it, had now clue what they were up against… OK this is a big simplification but you’ll get my point….right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still think Kerry is a better choice than the errorist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do respect the harm of 9/11, but please, Americans, try reading the world history around you. It has been pretty bloody in Europe to! Not to mention South America, Africa, Asia and the Middle East. There are families all around the world grieving for their members, whose lives were and are taken by terrorists and evil presidents. These family members can’t be counted in thousands, no my dearest fellow world members of the American dream, they are counted in millions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109772288122259335?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109772288122259335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109772288122259335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109772288122259335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109772288122259335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/going-to-sleep-would-be-good-idea-now.html' title='Going to sleep would be a good idea now'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109759279817818532</id><published>2004-10-12T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:01:47.173Z</updated><title type='text'>the weekend of glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a party going on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Liquor floating on the living room table&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s dead midst in this ugly pig stable&lt;br /&gt;Father struck her down and ran far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one is crying for bred&lt;br /&gt;But mama can’t hear cos she’s bleeding and dead&lt;br /&gt;Which is good cos she takes it out on little red&lt;br /&gt;So he stops crying, it’s best if he don’t get fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos  he remembers last weekend&lt;br /&gt;All to well&lt;br /&gt;Aged four, understanding he was reborn&lt;br /&gt;In hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little feet stumble across the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a drink and some kind of bred&lt;br /&gt;But it’s hard when you’ve just turned four&lt;br /&gt;With stomach aces he returns to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying again but now in silence&lt;br /&gt;How can one trust in their love&lt;br /&gt;When it’s only to be retuned with violence&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is no power above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos her remembers last weekend&lt;br /&gt;All to well&lt;br /&gt;Aged four, understanding, he was reborn&lt;br /&gt;In hell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109759279817818532?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109759279817818532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109759279817818532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109759279817818532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109759279817818532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend-of-glory.html' title='the weekend of glory'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109744787606714528</id><published>2004-10-10T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:40:02.510Z</updated><title type='text'>The Grip</title><content type='html'>Wow old mate… gotta get a grip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t been going to work the last days, because I’ve been feeling a bit low. But I’m gonna go talk to my boss to morrow and see if I still have a job and apologize for he doesn’t deserve to get an text message “I’m drunk” on his phone and then not hear from me for 4 days.. But it hasn’t been all that bad either.. been spending quality time with my friends in our living room band called “Fjóla” just jamming in joy and harmony, lost in the space of sound and music and of course we’ve been drinking a lot to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days here in Iceland are getting shorter and colder by every minute that passes but for the first time I sense a romantic atmosphere in it. Perhaps it’s just the moments I had last year, that give me this feeling. It’s a big blend of drama and sadness but with a happy ending…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vélaður ég elskaði&lt;br /&gt;Ástlausa konu&lt;br /&gt;Hélaður í hjarta&lt;br /&gt;Margir hlógu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guminn blyndur röllti&lt;br /&gt;Lengra í hylinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vélaður ég saknaði&lt;br /&gt;Konu án söknuðar&lt;br /&gt;Sviðnaður í hjarta&lt;br /&gt;Margir grétu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brúður reisti veggi&lt;br /&gt;All ókleifa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vélaður ég brotnaði&lt;br /&gt;Undann breiskri konu&lt;br /&gt;Steingerfður í hjarta&lt;br /&gt;Margir þögðu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEÐ TÁRUM SKAL HAMINGJU GJALDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109744787606714528?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109744787606714528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109744787606714528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109744787606714528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109744787606714528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/grip.html' title='The Grip'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109689593360943951</id><published>2004-10-04T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:18:53.610Z</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>Now the unemployed kid is gonna get him self some work!!!! One again a shitty job awaits me. I have about 45 laundry rooms to put tiles on … that means for the next months I’ll be doing the exactly the same thing… over and over and over again…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I look out the window I’m glad that I’m not working outside like last yare… we have some kind of deep weather system raising the see and pounding the city with salt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the chills thinking that I was working outside last winter with and below sea level…&lt;br /&gt;Wet and muddy with frozen working gloves in my pants. (trying to melt them back to usage) But it has its romantic charm in the memory even though I know my brain is just trying to make the best out of the situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know exactly what is gonna happen to me this winter but I hope it involves some opportunities to educate my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109689593360943951?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109689593360943951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109689593360943951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109689593360943951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109689593360943951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109662816820600435</id><published>2004-10-01T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:56:08.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in Iceland….&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet friends and family but I don’t want to be here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye to my sunshine yesterday and it was quite final… Its hard to explain it, for people don’t seem to understand that you can part from your love with respect and understanding… She has to do her thing and I mine…. I is quite sad, but hey! that’s how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her shoulders were perfect&lt;br /&gt;For growing wings&lt;br /&gt;And of course she did&lt;br /&gt;And she flew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll miss that bird&lt;br /&gt;Till my sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Remember Grimm’s queen&lt;br /&gt;Till I grow my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in that world&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fly among&lt;br /&gt;Purple moons&lt;br /&gt;And lights of green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking’n’seeking&lt;br /&gt;For my long lost queen&lt;br /&gt;That golden dream&lt;br /&gt;A sandwich with love between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;Big Neptune’s moons&lt;br /&gt;A star is born&lt;br /&gt;Its her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I settle there&lt;br /&gt;In reborn her &lt;br /&gt;The soil soft&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give her my wings&lt;br /&gt;And in return she grows&lt;br /&gt;The biggest tree&lt;br /&gt;In this galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sleep there&lt;br /&gt;Every night from then&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109662816820600435?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109662816820600435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109662816820600435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109662816820600435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109662816820600435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-in-iceland.html' title=''/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109594040569274409</id><published>2004-09-23T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-23T11:53:25.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Loving Bergen</title><content type='html'>Wow.. this town is getting to me... It¨s so beautyfull!! The houses are built around this "Fjord" and into the steep cliffs surounding it.. the arcitecture is quite scandinavian and friendly.. despite the constant rainy days people here give you a smile for no reason (somthing that does not happen in iceland unnless you buy them a beer)    Ups!!!! gotta go no more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109594040569274409?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109594040569274409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109594040569274409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109594040569274409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109594040569274409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/loving-bergen.html' title='Loving Bergen'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109576846627874610</id><published>2004-09-21T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-21T12:07:46.276Z</updated><title type='text'> Bergen</title><content type='html'>Finaly in Bergen!   These couple of days have been wonderfull but filled with rain. Yes it rains alot in Bergen but the sun is shining at the moment.. (started to shine the minuete i entered this internet cafè called fusion) but I didn't come here for the weather.. I came here for my personal SUN.... and she is shining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards to my friends and everybody who stumbles to this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will fix errors in text when i have time... don't wanna be called the errorist..... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109576846627874610?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109576846627874610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109576846627874610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109576846627874610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109576846627874610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/bergen.html' title=' Bergen'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109544537846647414</id><published>2004-09-17T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-17T18:22:58.466Z</updated><title type='text'>The Blues</title><content type='html'>Listening to Albert King, performing his blues, to day…. MMMMmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a pretty good reason to follow the blue path to day. I missed my flight this mourning… gonna ketch the next mourning flight though… I just hope there is some reason  for this… who knows….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109544537846647414?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109544537846647414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109544537846647414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109544537846647414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109544537846647414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/blues.html' title='The Blues'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109489232224343867</id><published>2004-09-11T08:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:32:45.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Garbage tray lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garbage trays&lt;br /&gt;And plates of stone&lt;br /&gt;Makes her day&lt;br /&gt;And covers her bone&lt;br /&gt;Silver hair&lt;br /&gt;Covered with grease&lt;br /&gt;Makes it fair&lt;br /&gt; to condemn her with these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was seven&lt;br /&gt;When the drunk would come&lt;br /&gt;Around nine, ten or eleven&lt;br /&gt;For something he called “some”&lt;br /&gt;He said it was heaven&lt;br /&gt;In her bed&lt;br /&gt;Smell from his mouth&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and touching&lt;br /&gt;In her mind she fled south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was normal&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Till it was formal&lt;br /&gt;That she never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown by mother&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t believe&lt;br /&gt;Any other&lt;br /&gt;Who hadn’t an ace in his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking was nice&lt;br /&gt;But it took no grieve&lt;br /&gt;She threw her dice&lt;br /&gt;It landed on Steve&lt;br /&gt;Who said he believed&lt;br /&gt;Every word she said&lt;br /&gt;Until she received&lt;br /&gt;Fists for what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was normal&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Till it was formal&lt;br /&gt;That she never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half crazy, half wise&lt;br /&gt;She wonders the streets&lt;br /&gt;Receiving ice&lt;br /&gt;From people that she meets&lt;br /&gt;So ease your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel life’s blue&lt;br /&gt;No one denies&lt;br /&gt;This could have happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8041750-109489232224343867?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109489232224343867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109489232224343867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109489232224343867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109489232224343867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/garbage-tray-lady_11.html' title='Garbage tray lady'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109476653884984098</id><published>2004-09-09T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:50:10.620Z</updated><title type='text'>SEXUAL AWARENESS FANTASY</title><content type='html'>For some reasons I’ve been thinking a lot about sex lately.(hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the moment when I’m combined with my partner again and how wonderful it will bee… There for, fantasies have been popping up in my head, most of them not worth writing about except for this one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it’s not possible to make it real, physically nor mentally but perhaps that is the best part of fantasies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves me and my girl. My love reaches deeper than the deepest ocean and my trust makes the feet of mount Everest look like soft doe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that fantasy, we are able to link our minds at first and be in this wonderful utopia of combined mind. Then we swap minds. That is, that my mind takes over her body and hers mine. There for we will experience sex as the opposite sex, feeling how it is to receive and give sex as she/him/us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how the horizon will expand and the understanding of this act will bring us to some kind of complete awareness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone out there has an “1-800” number to call, for information about this particular subject,&lt;br /&gt;please coment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109476653884984098?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109476653884984098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109476653884984098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109476653884984098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109476653884984098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/sexual-awareness-fantasy.html' title='SEXUAL AWARENESS FANTASY'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109468853749050414</id><published>2004-09-09T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:11:28.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Looking</title><content type='html'>Looking….. I’m looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what. Seems like everybody around me knows what they are looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement, education, money, drinks, women, men, family, secure family, cars, computers, Jesus, truth, love, hate, feelings, war, holy war…. Secure holy war?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I like creating things but that is creating, not finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for something enormous, something that is just around me, watching over me all the time, grinning at me, spinning endlessly around my self, not finding anything! Not even my tail! (This is logical, for I am a part of the Homo sapien specie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s just a vain thing like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          You know, creating something so beautiful yet horrific. Something that the whole humankind will recognize me for and admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that’s it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109468853749050414?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109468853749050414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109468853749050414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109468853749050414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109468853749050414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/looking.html' title='Looking'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109451163876188407</id><published>2004-09-06T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:00:38.763Z</updated><title type='text'>war on terror! war on me?</title><content type='html'>            The other day I was listing my blog to this site that will get my blog more close to the public… As usual you have to write down some kind of information about your self and stuff like that. But at the bottom of the profile form, they were asking me if I was gonna write about the U.S. election and if I was gonna have criticism on the candidates?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I’m Icelandic….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is some legal outlet on the “patriot act”?&lt;br /&gt;Censoring what people write and what their opinion might be where ever they live in the world. And if the content of peoples thoughts are inappropriate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not, because the “Patriot act” does not cover my ass, thank god, and it’s none of nobody’s business what I write… People can read it, sure, but they are still free to skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. president is dedicated to the war on terror but he seams to turn his eye on the wrong crowd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own….              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109451163876188407?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109451163876188407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109451163876188407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109451163876188407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109451163876188407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/war-on-terror-war-on-me.html' title='war on terror! war on me?'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109442442727587960</id><published>2004-09-05T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:47:07.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting corny</title><content type='html'>Since I booked the flight ticked to Norway, I’ve stopped to drink,,,,, that much….&lt;br /&gt;Feels nice not to be hanged over at work and shivering all day, trying to seam decent and healthy. It’s like telling a crying baby to smile. (Not that I do it …. That much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it’s 12 days till I go and I can feel the excitement grow and grow… just hope I won’t explode before I see my jewel. (Which would be kinda funny in a sick way…..KABOOM),,, I’m sick….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left Iceland she wrote her temporary address on a piece of paper, and I always keep it in front of my computer, not that I’m obsessed with addresses that people don’t live at, its just that she wrote “jeg elsker deg” which means “I love you” in Norwegian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how small things matter and make your days little better… these things are like little salmons helping you to jump up that enormous waterfall….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109442442727587960?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109442442727587960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109442442727587960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109442442727587960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109442442727587960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/getting-corny.html' title='Getting corny'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109425060164323810</id><published>2004-09-03T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:30:01.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Small THINGS</title><content type='html'>I was rewarded to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days, I’ve been remaking this old wooden door. Sweating with sandpaper on the boards, at times thinking it was taking more skin from my fingertips than wood oil from the door…. It took me about 14 hours of straight working hours to get to the pure wood.&lt;br /&gt;The door has 6 arm star in the upper part of it. The old symbol of man and woman combined in one, the symbol of life really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I repainted the door with beautiful reddish wood oil and the house seemed like new…. Putting it up and walking across the street was filled with excitement. Turning to take the look was similar to the feeling as I was in Barcelona turning to see the Sagrata  Familia, by Gaudi. (not that I think one wooden door is a architectural master pease.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride over small thing is important…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recognize these small things and cherish them may be the most important guidepost to happiness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna try to better myself in that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109425060164323810?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109425060164323810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109425060164323810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109425060164323810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109425060164323810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/small-things.html' title='Small THINGS'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109416905697962381</id><published>2004-09-02T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:49:23.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Pakistan</title><content type='html'>I’m thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being borne in freedom. Not worrying about food today, to morrow, or any day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Realizing, after reading a blog by a girl from Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bitch and moan about my situation but at the same time I have all opportunities to make my life better.. some don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you (Pakistan girl) for your beautiful words of hope and hopelessness for inspiring us that have a choice to exercise our freedom and hopefully help others, less fortunate, to gain these values. For what it is worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday, that I can share your country’s warmth : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109416905697962381?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109416905697962381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109416905697962381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109416905697962381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109416905697962381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/pakistan.html' title='Pakistan'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109416670405540886</id><published>2004-09-02T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:11:44.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter land</title><content type='html'>   The smell of autumn is in the air.. I smell it when I wake up in the mornings. The air is cooler, somewhat clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sign of winter (obviously). I can feel how it gets to me, not waking up in the heat, streaming trough my roof windows.&lt;br /&gt;Some people love the winter?! It must be the semi frozen wetness, loosing your feet in public ( I actually love laughing at others in that ceremony) and always having the freezing wind in your face, no mater which way you turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are less friendly. Bidding good morning is frowned upon at this time period and smiles ain’t so common. Even with people that insist that the winter is “fun”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m going to Norway (that is known for it’s mild winters, yeah right) soon and that is a thought that keeps me happy. I just hope I’ll be able to be happy when I return to my winter land…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109416670405540886?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109416670405540886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109416670405540886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109416670405540886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109416670405540886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/winter-land.html' title='Winter land'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109399488702145705</id><published>2004-08-31T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:28:07.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Wild roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just booked a ticket to Norway!!!! I’m gonna see my sun for 13 days… 13 golden days…. I’ve been agonizing over this booking for a long time now but I’m so relived now. I’ve written her a love confession below in my own language. And I can tell you, a tiny poem hasn’t come my way this easy for a long time!!! (this one is tiny I admit) I realize that I’m bubbling out words that have no sense but I don’t care. Haven’t been this exited for a long, long time… (Since July 10th to be exact) I’ll go to sleep with some kind of expression related to smile on my face… I think manic joker on Ritalin will be exact…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night…………………………. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;þar sem vaxa rósir villtar&lt;br /&gt;og viljinn eylíft skín&lt;br /&gt;stökkva taugar trylltar&lt;br /&gt;taumlaust í átt til þín&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109399488702145705?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109399488702145705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109399488702145705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109399488702145705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109399488702145705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/wild-roses.html' title='Wild roses'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109372901280082716</id><published>2004-08-28T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:36:52.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Hræsnari!</title><content type='html'>Kaldur er andvarinn&lt;br /&gt;Í dimmum janúar.&lt;br /&gt;Þá vitjar mín dauðinn&lt;br /&gt;Og krefur mig um svar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyrir syndir manna&lt;br /&gt;Og hatur í eigin garð&lt;br /&gt;Hví þeir trú banna&lt;br /&gt;Og skilja löndin að&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mér fallast hendur&lt;br /&gt;Ég á engin orð&lt;br /&gt;Ég skil ekki heldur&lt;br /&gt;Hví við fremjum þjóðar morð&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaldur er andvarinn&lt;br /&gt;Í dimmum þokusal&lt;br /&gt;Myrkur fellur skugginn minn&lt;br /&gt;Í dauðanns dýpsta dal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þrífast þar syndir&lt;br /&gt;Og heimskra manna tal&lt;br /&gt;Berjast þeir blindir&lt;br /&gt;Um eigið sálar sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þarna er ég mættur&lt;br /&gt;Á þessa myrku slóð&lt;br /&gt;Hélt ég væri hættur&lt;br /&gt;Að sötra hræsnarans blóð…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109372901280082716?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109372901280082716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109372901280082716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109372901280082716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109372901280082716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/hrsnari.html' title='Hræsnari!'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109371721320844230</id><published>2004-08-28T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:20:13.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye My lovely sun</title><content type='html'>Came home from work really hanged over..   Took a look at the blog and didn’t understand what I had written last night…(closer to the mourning) Went out for drinks, met up with my sister and we drank quite a lot. The only thing I could read out of the last blog was frustration of life and how it goes about….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here got bad to day after a wonderful 3 week sun and warmness. It rained and the wind caught some summer leaves from the trees that seem to be loosing their strength to hold on to these green little arcs of joy.&lt;br /&gt;     The mountains, that surround my city, even tried to crawl down to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in weeks that I’ve been grateful for working inside surrounded in dust and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109371721320844230?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109371721320844230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109371721320844230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109371721320844230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109371721320844230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/bye-bye-my-lovely-sun.html' title='Bye bye My lovely sun'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109365647838506410</id><published>2004-08-28T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:27:58.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Eazy to get on .........</title><content type='html'>Common worker…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be what ever I want to be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain washed fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you can’t  honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were chosen long before you were borne……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mater what you have In your head……….. Just as long you know someone or your father does…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know a couple of guy’s that make it through physical pressure on people that don’t have that kind of fathers but they were trying to live life like the rich fathers sons …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t have any fingers left neither does their fathers,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad story from little Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109365647838506410?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109365647838506410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109365647838506410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109365647838506410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109365647838506410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/eazy-to-get-on.html' title='Eazy to get on .........'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109363921164875395</id><published>2004-08-27T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-05T14:45:33.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Drunk politician </title><content type='html'>Drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitch is kinda nice. The feeling that your blood is streaming to your brain and not doing any good there. Just streaming and streaming till you feel dizzy and some beers later pass out. Thoughts become bigger and clearer and everything seams so simple… The Israel/Palestine situation seams easy to solve and the “president Bush thing” is easy… just shoot him!... well I’m drunk…thank heavens for that. Nothing is worrying me. Just got rid of my car for nothing and I pray the lord. No insurance fee’s to pay nor taxes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot that Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more humain bombs and wars built on few peoples economy disguised in humanity. Not that I think every American president is gonna be better but Hell! It cant get any worse than this… This presidency is an insult to any member of global, logically thinking person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am…….. I’m just drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109363921164875395?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109363921164875395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109363921164875395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109363921164875395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109363921164875395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/drunk-politician.html' title='Drunk politician '/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109356129358433176</id><published>2004-08-26T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:01:33.583Z</updated><title type='text'>púff.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt; Heard from a very important person in my life to day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is living in another country,,( we did not meet on the internet!) and I’ve been wondering if I should go there for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are wondering a lot about us because we feel that we can’t go on in our relationship living in different countries…. If we had planes of doing similar things (I don’t quite know my plans) in the future it would be easier but still complicated. It’s a big step deciding to move to another country and a huge responsibility to receive a person in that way to…. So. I’ve been thinking about dropping to her for a week or two just to see her beautiful face and fell her enormous presence….  (meaning her golden character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is … Is that just another way of torturing my self and her with another goodbye. I should know for I’ve tried similar circumstances before but I feel a little bit older and more mature now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel that I have to see her again just to be able to look back, in the future, and at least have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna check for online bookings and costs on the net now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109356129358433176?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109356129358433176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109356129358433176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109356129358433176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109356129358433176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/pff.html' title='púff.....'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109347562456389170</id><published>2004-08-25T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:17:23.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>           Why isn't the summer, here in little Iceland, longer?&lt;br /&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;           Why isn't there always summer in little Iceland?&lt;br /&gt;   Why can't the bees gently buzz around my beer, carefully planted on the greenest grass in a really well smelling meadow? Why can't the birds sing their songs in the morning all year long and decorate the ever clear blue sky? Why can't the girls wear miniskirts down Main Street with Mona Lisa smiles on their faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The bees would probably trade their gentle buzz for stings. The birds would eventually drop nr. 2 on our heads and the same songs get terribly annoying in a while. The girls would get so frustrated, wearing their miniskirts and having greedy eyes stealing their beauty. Eventually they would trade the skirts for Burks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can be satisfied with cold winters, storms, darkness 20hr a day and frozen beer carefully planted in a mini tundra somewhere in the city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                It's a no win situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109347562456389170?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109347562456389170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109347562456389170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109347562456389170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109347562456389170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109338982403113590</id><published>2004-08-24T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:08:26.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>Live and death.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Tonight I met up with a friend that has just experienced a great loss in his live..&lt;br /&gt; A close cousin of his committed a suicide.... His grief is not to be expressed with words but thoughts might get close. He's in a tight family, that share good moments and bad, in an very interment way. They take any moment to travel together, abroad or within our country. This person has experienced some rough times and probably good, but decided to take her life by throwing her self into one of Europe’s greatest waterfalls. As I've heard him explain she would often disappear into Reykjavik's underworld and then pop up again... I can only imagine the harm it was for them to realize that this time she wouldn't pop up a gain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Having been a suicidal person in my past I understand some of the possible reasons of this tragic act, I thank all good powers in this universe for always finding a reason to keep on doing my thing. OK I admit that I'm possibly not the happiest person walking on the face on this earth but being suicidal maybe just means finding reasons to be grateful for what you have, who are close to you and that the future might just be a little bit better for you.....&lt;br /&gt;   Therefore the grief for people that actually go through with suicide is huge, because living with out reason or hope must be impossible. Being mentally sick is probably a big factor for this sad act but the sickness has to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My thoughts are with my good friend and his family and of course with the victim it self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all find hope somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109338982403113590?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109338982403113590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109338982403113590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109338982403113590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109338982403113590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109337141739083519</id><published>2004-08-24T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:18:45.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/jont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/400/jont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the Third rock from the sun &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109337141739083519?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109337141739083519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109337141739083519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109337141739083519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109337141739083519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/standing-on-third-rock-from-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109330755109403921</id><published>2004-08-24T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:32:31.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/jontryggvi.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/400/jontryggvi.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking down to the filter... You know thats where they keep the cocain&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109330755109403921?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109330755109403921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109330755109403921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109330755109403921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109330755109403921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/smoking-down-to-filter.html' title=''/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109330542709338325</id><published>2004-08-23T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:32:37.420Z</updated><title type='text'>The rope</title><content type='html'> Well Mondays are always special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Been painting and repairing walls all day and I hate it! Some people actually go to school and learn how to ... I don't get it.. What’s to learn and why the fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well if you wanna make a living in dust finer than cigarette smoke and changing colors on walls all day, you are either completely out of brain cells (explains a lot) or haven't even got the ambition to hang your self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I haven’t learnt it, and therefore I don't have enough money to buy the rope for It... Workers wages just pay for the rent and the enormous amount of beer drinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m being negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the English grammar has the word that states my condition correctly... I'm working 12 hours a day. 6-7 days a week in a job that is ( in my own opinion) way beneath my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?!... I don't have any ambition for life! That’s why! I figure that if this is the worst job I can find It cannot go any worse... If it gets better, that’s just a really rare bonus... yes... good things are rare things. And when they happen I consider them as bonuses.... For instance .. I fell in love last winter with a beautiful girl. ... My luck was enormous ... we would talk and have these beautiful eye contacts and make love as seen in TV... My chest collapses when I think of these beautiful times... then she left because she was from an other country... OFCOURSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say to me that I should just go after her but things are more complicated than that, from her side and mine... (Apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Jón, just follow your heart" they say "just go"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they so eager to get rid of me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I’m wining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Its jus a really gooood Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109330542709338325?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109330542709338325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109330542709338325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109330542709338325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109330542709338325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/rope.html' title='The rope'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041750.post-109321415325943600</id><published>2004-08-22T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:12:09.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Black sunday</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My first blog ever... Kind of exiting although my spelling may not be... don't really matter for I guess I'm gonna be the only one reading it anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing from Iceland and there for I'm quite cool.. (In my own opinion at least.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Been recovering to day from hard drinking last night.&lt;br /&gt;We had "culture night" here in downtown Reykjavík and the newspapers said that 100.000 people gathered in the central for all the happenings...Quite a big crowd for a nation of 300.000... Well I’m a big hater of big crowds and all the unnecessary closeness to unfamiliar people. so I’m glad that I stayed at my apartment barbequing and drinking till most of the crowd went home... then i took my turn on the night and drank.... and danced... well not so much "danced" but you get my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to pink Floyds "wish you were here" and that applies perfectly, for I long for someone right now...&lt;br /&gt;but of course that person is quite out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        ugh black Sundays......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8041750-109321415325943600?l=dasfunkyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/feeds/109321415325943600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8041750&amp;postID=109321415325943600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109321415325943600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8041750/posts/default/109321415325943600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasfunkyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/black-sunday.html' title='Black sunday'/><author><name>dasfunkyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15197247609569448841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/291/1538/1024/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
