<?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-4097075</id><updated>2011-06-08T06:22:02.930Z</updated><title type='text'>sama og áðan</title><subtitle type='html'>-deal with it-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-107257174721788308</id><published>2003-12-28T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-28T00:37:13.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En student i Uppsala-la-la?Á ferð minni um netið rakst ég á texta sem við nánari skoðun virðist vera útlenda útgáfan "Það var lítið hús (það var lítið hús) út við lítinn straujm (út við lítinn straujm)".. æi laginu sem norska kvensan klæmdist á.Without further ado:There's a tiny house (there's a tiny house)By a tiny stream (by a tiny stream),Where a lovely lass (where a lovely lass)Had a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/107257174721788308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/107257174721788308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107257174721788308' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106978887328941162</id><published>2003-11-25T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:35:17.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mér finnst eitthvað annarlegt við myndirnar af þeim kumpánum Askasleiki og Bjúgnakræki aftan á nýju jólamjólkurfernunum.Og ég veit að ég er ekki ein um það, svo það þýðir ekkert að kenna hugsunarhætti mínum um.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106978887328941162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106978887328941162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978887328941162' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106936832150026340</id><published>2003-11-20T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:45:58.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What? I wouldn't hurt a fly... Hvaða teiknimyndavondukall ert ÞÚ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106936832150026340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106936832150026340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936832150026340' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106928617950121074</id><published>2003-11-19T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:56:54.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's.. like.. NEW MOD!!!!Ég ætla að reyna að verða ekki mjög obsessed út af þessu, en mér á líklega ekki eftir að takast það...Hollí hú hvað ég væri til í að eyða stórfé og tíma í að gerast svona fruitsari..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106928617950121074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106928617950121074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928617950121074' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106849336609531920</id><published>2003-11-10T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:43:09.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Þegar drepa þarf tíma getur verið gott á líta í sjónvarpsdagsskrána.  Beats watching television.  Hah! Ég er samt enn orðlaus eftir að hafa lesið lýsingar á sjónvarpsprógrömmum nokkrum helgarinnar.  22.45 Curb Your Enthusiasm (2:10)Larry er mjög upptekinn af því að sannfæra Cheryl um að hann sé ekki "kinky", en hún er ekki á sama máli.  Þá fer Jeff frá konunni sinni og hefur miklar áhyggjur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106849336609531920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106849336609531920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106849336609531920' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106668749948655280</id><published>2003-10-20T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:04:59.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hljómar eins og MaggiMaki - "Truly Rare"People of your personality type should visit:www.life-blood.cjb.net What would your Japanese name be? (female) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106668749948655280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106668749948655280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668749948655280' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106650105275850573</id><published>2003-10-18T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-18T18:17:32.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems to be the hip thing to do....en satt best að segja er ég í besta skapi til að eyða tímanum, og mér finnst gaman að búa til lista.  Sérstaklega collage lista.  Sem þýðir væntanlega að sumt á listanum er fallið úr gildi.  Og sumt ókomið.Hundraðlistinn minn1. Ég er persónan sem situr á móti þér2. Draumar mínir eru gullin uppspretta3. Heimur minn er afskræmd ímynd tilveru minnar4. Ég </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106650105275850573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106650105275850573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106650105275850573' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106599148250026953</id><published>2003-10-12T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:44:42.073Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there an echo in here?Ééééég held ég þurfi að fara að athuga með atviksorðanotkun mína.  Það sem hægt er að láta út úr sér.  Hér eru nokkur dæmi (reynið að giska á hvert þeirra ég lét um munn mér fara.  Það getur verið skemmtilegur leikur, býst ég við.  Kannski ekki.  Íbb.)"sjúklega lasinn""ýkt lyginn""geðveikt psykótískur"Yesh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106599148250026953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106599148250026953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106599148250026953' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106572911532567534</id><published>2003-10-09T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:57:55.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by QuizillaMy inner child is ten years old!The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. WhetherI'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lostin a good book, or giggling with my bestfriend, I live in a world apart, one full ofadventure and wonder and other stuff adultsdon't understand. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106572911532567534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106572911532567534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572911532567534' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106495488824584484</id><published>2003-09-30T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:50:35.973Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spill out like a sewerholeSpurningin sem brennur á vörum einhverra (fyrir utan: Oh I burned my tongue!  Where's the manager? I want-to-talk-about-this-coffee (oooh that's an old one)) er þessi: af hverju er Málgagn Vitleysingjaklúbbsins svona hryllilega óuppfært oft og tíðum?Well, Málgagnið er eins og laufin á trjánum.  Þau hreyfast bara þegar vindurinn blæs.  Eða þegar einhver stendur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106495488824584484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106495488824584484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495488824584484' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106435986383839460</id><published>2003-09-23T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:31:03.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read the instructions on the inlaid stickerEr að hugleiða hvort ég ætti að leggja í að éta þessa 150 pakka af pezi sem ég fann ofan í skúffu um daginn.Sko.  Með hverjum keyptum pezkalli fylgja tveir til þrír pakkar af peznammi.Mér finnst pez gott.  Eða fannst það einu sinni.  Svo fór ég að safna pezköllum kallanna vegna og þurfti að éta pez í skömmtum samkvæmt því.  Sem varð til þess að ég </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106435986383839460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106435986383839460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435986383839460' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106417161224838710</id><published>2003-09-21T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-21T19:15:49.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Behold! I need an Elvis Pezley by the wayFyrirspurnir hafa borist frá gjafmildum ljúflingum í sambandi við Pezkallasafnið mitt.  Og þar sem mér leiddist... ...eru hér því Pezkallarnir mínir, lauslega flokkaðir.  Ég veit ekki alltaf hvað hver fígúra kallast.  Deal with it.Peanuts: Charlie Brown með bláa derhúfu; Snoopy með sólgleraugu; Lucy; Maggie; Woodstock; bleikur SnoopyÁstríkur: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106417161224838710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106417161224838710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106417161224838710' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106416627994085407</id><published>2003-09-21T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:44:39.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vúhú mér datt eitt skemmtilegt í hug sem ég get gert!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106416627994085407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106416627994085407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416627994085407' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106416560454242057</id><published>2003-09-21T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:34:35.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.P.P.FÞað er ekki óleiðinlegt að þurfa að vera lasinn heima.  Nenna eftir því í sögulegu lágmarki.Mér til uppbyggingar fór ég að róta í skáp að leita að einhverju fýsilegu sem nota mætti sem nýsigögn.  Ég fann bók sem heitir Picturegoer Film Annual 1958-59.  En get ekki notað hana sem námshjálpargagn (unless...).  Hins vegar fann ég undir þeirri bók aðra sem ber nafnið Miðaldarsaga (eftir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106416560454242057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106416560454242057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416560454242057' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106375210023510249</id><published>2003-09-16T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:41:40.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bout of polioÉg hefði ekkert á móti því að sofna núna og vakna ekki aftur í langan langan tíma.Ég er leiður.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106375210023510249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106375210023510249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375210023510249' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106364385791515622</id><published>2003-09-15T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:37:37.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you sure it's on?  It's very quiet!!!Mér skilst af orðrómnum á götunni að Japan sé land vélmennanna.Mig langar þá í nýtt vélmenni.  Eftir athugun á vélmennasafninu mínu varð mér það ljóst að það er gríðarleg vöntun á fleirum.Ég á samt nokkur svoleiðis.  Hér er listi af vélmennum sem eru í eigu minni.1.  Bender.  Ég á Mini-Bender (the big one bends girders) sem er hægt að trekkja upp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106364385791515622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106364385791515622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364385791515622' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-10634070426470211</id><published>2003-09-12T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-12T22:52:14.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By dnose ihd bwlockedAldeilis sniðugur dagur, í gær það er.  Var, því í gær er núna í fortíðinni, þá.Drattaðist á bókmenntahátíðina úthrópuðu (af Guðbergi Bergssyni mjólkurafurðalíkingamálsnotanda).  Hlustaði á þegar portúgölskalri spurningu snúið yfir á frönsku og úr frönsku yfir á íslensku.  Ég bjóst við því að efnið um hið pólítíska líf Jose Saramago færi forgörðum í túlkunarferlinu og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/10634070426470211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/10634070426470211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10634070426470211' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106322598283027168</id><published>2003-09-10T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:33:02.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just living up to my reputation, babySvo virðist sem orðið portmanteau word þýði sambreiskingur á íslensku. Það eina sem ég get sagt við því er: vá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106322598283027168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106322598283027168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322598283027168' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106322522181151111</id><published>2003-09-10T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:20:38.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Málfræðinördar sameinist!Ekki er ýkja langt síðan ég gerði mér grein fyrir því að til eru málfræðinördar.  Sú uppgötvun varð á sama tíma og ég skildi á ég er einn slíkur.Já, ég viðurkenni þetta óeðli og ber höfuðið hátt.Hvers eiga málfræðinördar að gjalda?  Ekki nóg með það að heimurinn eigi erfitt með að viðurkenna tilvist þeirra, heldur eru þeir oft og tíðum niðurlægðir með háðsglósum og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106322522181151111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106322522181151111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322522181151111' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106321431870509244</id><published>2003-09-10T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:22:25.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw yer!!!Loksins er ég búin að finna eitthvað sem Keith Moon og Svan eiga sameiginlegt:  Þeir syngja báðir jafn vel.Vei!Tónlistin: Svan og Keith í dúói að syngja Barbara Ann (jafnvel)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106321431870509244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106321431870509244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321431870509244' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106306214720978620</id><published>2003-09-08T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-08T23:02:27.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is like a bowl of All-Bran (you wake up every morning and it's there)Forrest Gump! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106306214720978620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106306214720978620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306214720978620' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106305816481616405</id><published>2003-09-08T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-08T21:56:04.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll take the elephant!!Ég var spurð í dag:  Ertu að fara að vinna, Sibba?Þá svaraði Afglapi:  Já, hún er að fara að sinna vibba..Þá hrikti í stoðum og ég glotti við tönn.Tónlist næturinnar síðustu:  Pete Townshend ~ Empty Glass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106305816481616405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106305816481616405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305816481616405' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106296577875456725</id><published>2003-09-07T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:16:42.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Je m'encrapulere le plus possibleÞar sem bloggfærslur snúast að mestu um það sem nýlega hefur á daga ritanda drifið, og ég hef lítið annað gert en að djamma að undanförnu, en vil forðast það að breyta vitleysinu í eitthvert leiðindadíteiladjammdjúrnal,þá er hér....Getraunin tilgangslausa:Hvað eiga Bítlarnir, Blur, REM og Högni Stefáns sameiginlegt?Það er gaman að vita skal ég segja þér,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106296577875456725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106296577875456725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106296577875456725' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106288024010111800</id><published>2003-09-06T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-06T20:30:40.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your own... personal... crepé..Þegar geisar stormur stríður og skólinn er byrjaður en maður man ekki hvort hann sé byrjaður eða ekki og þarf að hugsa sig aðeins um... þá veit maður að haustið er bara nýkomið.  Which is good.Hægt og rólega er Mode Hibernation að startast upp, ekki þetta venjulega - að vera ávallt rétt utan seilingar fólks, heldur hin útgáfan: skóli, fólk, bækur, kaffi í cösu, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106288024010111800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106288024010111800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288024010111800' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106089129204561440</id><published>2003-08-14T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-14T20:12:00.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magic BusÉg er alveg að gefast upp á því að vera svona löt á því að drattast við að taka bílpróf.  Ég hefði kannski ekki átt að láta vita af því um leið og ég tók fyrsta tímann minn, því það hefur sett mig í sömu stöðu og óléttan kvenmann sem segir frá ástandi sínu klukkutímum eftir getnað: fólk er að spyrja mig um hvernig gangi í ökunáminu í tíma og ótíma og þegar það kemst að því að ég er </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106089129204561440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106089129204561440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106089129204561440' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-106002458667702285</id><published>2003-08-04T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-04T19:18:10.836Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dad, I just tore a big hole in the convertibleGauf smauf.  Ég gleymdi að gera eina hlutinn sem ég átti nauðsynlega að gera um helgina, nemlig að taka upp Forsythe-ættina.I feel like weaseling out of this problem and shunning responsibility.  Á einhver Forsythe-þáttinn síðan í gær??  Ekki einhver sem tók upp fyrir mömmu og pabba????  It would be ever so lovely.  Hjálp eiginlega bara.Sendið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106002458667702285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/106002458667702285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106002458667702285' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105967595555497745</id><published>2003-07-31T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-31T18:25:55.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hail Atlantis!Dit und dat.  Viðvörunardoinkið sem kemur þegar maður tæmir junk mailið á Hotmaildotcom er alveg eins og doinkið í Bjarkarlaginu Venus as a boy.Bwadabwingbwókagagnrýnin með nýstárlegu lagi: Laughter in the Dark - Vladimir Nabokov. 187 bls.[Gefin fyrst út á rússnesku undir titlinum Kamera Obskura árið 1933 en á ensku 1938] Gestabókagagnrýnandi að þessu sinni er Leslie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105967595555497745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105967595555497745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105967595555497745' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105932333494855508</id><published>2003-07-27T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:28:54.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I call my woman hinges (because she's something to adore)"NÚ man ég afhverju ég drekk helst gin í tóniki.  Awww the remorse of the vodka-guzzler....Þegar mér hættir að vera svona illt í maganum (og tánni, því ég virðist hafa tekið það að fá sér aðeins í tána of alvarlega) þá ætla ég að halda áfram að lesa Nabokov og hlusta á The Electric Prunes.  Það er svaka fjör.Tónlist dagsins: The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105932333494855508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105932333494855508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932333494855508' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105908175523404664</id><published>2003-07-24T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-24T21:22:35.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goink(Hiuk er finnska og þýðir eftir minni bestu vitund "hár".)Fékk þetta sent í pósti og fannst sneddíannars er ég farin aftur að sofaHere are 16 actual error messages seen on computer screens in Japan, where they are written in Haiku.The Web site you seekcannot be located,but countless more exist.Chaos reigns within.Reflect, repent, and reboot.Order shall return.Program </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105908175523404664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105908175523404664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105908175523404664' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105899235145439113</id><published>2003-07-23T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-23T20:42:27.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rainy in the afternoon, but brighter later"Stay indoorsBeneath the floorsTalk with neighbours onlyFor games you playMake people sayYou're either weird or lonely"Jámm.  Tónlist dagsins:Nick Drake ~ Bryter Layter  (Byrr Tyr Tyl)Feel free to worry.... ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105899235145439113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105899235145439113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899235145439113' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105882798082471933</id><published>2003-07-21T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-21T22:53:00.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stinky StoriesÉg var að fá nýja hugmynd að mótmælaaðferð.It's called Stop the Oppressors with Stink!Nokkur fjöldi fólks hyggst á mótmæli gegn einhverju tagi af óréttlæti.  Best að hefja undirbúning nokkru áður en mótmælin skulu ná hámarki.Mótmælendur baða sig ekkert í nokkrar vikur.   Þar með skapandi óþolandi stink.Þeir síðan gera það sem þeim er tamt í daglegu lífi, mæta til vinnu og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105882798082471933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105882798082471933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105882798082471933' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105880322561329092</id><published>2003-07-21T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-21T16:04:37.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps he's dead... I'll just make sureNú er nóg komið.  Smöttur er ekki að standa sig í atvinnukattarhlutverkinu sínu.  Ég neyðist til þess að aga hann með því að hætta að syngja Túnfisks-lagið þegar hann fær matinn sinn [túnfisks-lagið er eiginlega bara Hakuna Matata nema það er um túnfisk, Ha-tuna Mat-ata].Þegar ég ætlaði að ganga til náða í gærkvöldi þá var einhver dordingull búinn að </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105880322561329092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105880322561329092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880322561329092' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105846020934924407</id><published>2003-07-17T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:44:21.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm as old as the King of Sweden, I can drink in ConnecticutHversdags-morr:  Loksins er ég komin á almennilegar vaktir (lesist: er laus við vinnubúðavaktirnar mínar og inn á venjulegt plan) og er búin að vera í vaktafríi í gær og dag. Fór í plöntugöngutúr á mánudaginn eða einhvern tímann um það leytið. Hélt við hefðinni að smakka á ókunnum plöntum (you can't really know a plant without tasting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105846020934924407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105846020934924407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105846020934924407' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105718485842937031</id><published>2003-07-02T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:27:38.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105718485842937031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105718485842937031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105718485842937031' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105718379659742296</id><published>2003-07-02T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-02T22:09:56.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LattitudeTil þess að réttlæta óheilbrigða og gegndarlausa leti mína í dag greip ég til þess ráðs að skapa nýtt fyrirbæri sem kallast lattitude.  Það þýðir lítið að garga á einhvern sem liggur láréttur í sófanum drekkandi kók, hlustandi á raffírekkords og glápandi út í loftið, ef  letverjinn sýnir af sér authentic lattitude.  Heeeeei.  Maður.  Don't burst my bubble.  So I'm laaazy.  Deal. With.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105718379659742296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105718379659742296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105718379659742296' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105716721336939991</id><published>2003-07-02T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-02T17:44:35.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd be some sort of African click lingo..Hai, sou desu yo! Yuu masuto supiiku JAPANESE ooruyuu wontu bii happi asu ooru de adda Anime-kyarakutaasu araundo yuu! ^^ What language are you supposed to speak? brought to you by QuizillaSama og sumirWhere is my Mind?You're smart, shy, and often nonsensical. You have dreams of being famous, and you're quirky enough that you just might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105716721336939991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105716721336939991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105716721336939991' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105692723050866216</id><published>2003-06-29T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-29T22:54:57.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jump, jive and harmonizeXalló!  Þá er ég snúin heim úr útlegðarlegunni og erTA-RAbúin að finna framtíðarstarf.  Nokkuð sem engum að mér vitandi hefur dottið í hug að gera að ævistarfi, þrátt fyrir gífurlega eftirspurn eftir þessari þjónustu.Starfsheitið myndi kallast: Rotþróarkveikir, eða eitthvað í þá áttina, ég á eftir að þróa þróarheitið.  Rotþróarkveikurinn ræðst á algengt og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105692723050866216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105692723050866216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105692723050866216' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105671777137524905</id><published>2003-06-27T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-27T12:43:44.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tónlist vikunnar:The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys- TrafficKári fílar hana ekki.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105671777137524905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105671777137524905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105671777137524905' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-10566727896710926</id><published>2003-06-27T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-27T00:14:24.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ecrivez= ég skrifaNúna er ég búin að læra á nýja bósóasýstemið.  Jeeeeei (biturt og kaldhæðið svo).Gaman að sjá axarsköft afglapa hér að neðan (undan).  Gott að vita að það er einhver að boppast á meðan ég er að bjarga heiminum frá glötun.Núehm, ekkert meira um það að segja, þetta stöff er hvort eð er búið að taka of mikinn valuable Harry Potter reading time.  Já, það er reyndar ágætis saga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/10566727896710926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/10566727896710926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10566727896710926' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105667217957566089</id><published>2003-06-27T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-27T00:02:59.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En þessi komst í gegn.  Hmm.  Hlutirnir virðast aðeins vera að taka á sig lit, og nýi titillinn "sama og ??an" is a huge success.Kommentakerfi liggur enn niðri vegna meindýraeyðingar.Bö bara.Eins og áður kom fram: I'll be in the tub for a while...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105667217957566089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105667217957566089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667217957566089' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-105667201758018332</id><published>2003-06-27T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-27T00:00:17.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Núna er Bögger búinn að éta tvær heilar færslur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105667201758018332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/105667201758018332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105667201758018332' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95965742</id><published>2003-06-24T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:58:27.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rétt upp hend sem finnst Hjalti vera ótrúlega líkur Matt Deimon þegar hann glottir út í annað.Og kannski hliðrast húmorinn manns aðeins við að vera í vinnu hjá skrítnu fólki.Allavega fannst mér þetta dáldið fyndið (manni verður hugsað til júróvisjón og sveitaballatónlistar):Faðirinn í syni þeim  oss tók í sætt.Nú í dag auglýstur er, auglýstur er íÍsrael  kóngur hár, sem  meyja klár oss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95965742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95965742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95965742' title=''/><author><name>afglapi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04060808575076036376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95926395</id><published>2003-06-22T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:06:38.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ziz looks horrible!!!lll fix it in ze morning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95926395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95926395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95926395' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95925839</id><published>2003-06-22T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:40:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this the queue for the Ferris wheel?Q: Is it real?A: No, it's a painting.Q: Afhverju labba tælensku hermennirnir eins og spassar?A: Þeir eru með svo mikið efni milli fótanna.Já, um helgina var tekin smá syrpa í endurmenntuninni.  Það var ákjósanlegt, eins og sjá má á the snappy answers to the stupid questions hér að over the here.  Nú um þessar mundir er ég að éta danskar karamellur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95925839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95925839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95925839' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95833759</id><published>2003-06-19T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-19T17:24:52.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...people started dying...Finn mig nauðbeygða til þess að skrifa eitthvað hérna svo fólk haldi ekki að ég sé dauð eða eitthvað þaðan af verra.. ekki nógu gott... Hmm.  Í gær átti ég frí úr vinnu og eyddi því í að kaupa mér Mojo.  Sat síðan á nýjasta leyndó kaffihúsinu og drakk í mig fróðleik um Ríkharð og Lindu Thompson (ekki tvíbura heldur hjón) og drakk líka kaffi.  Nýja leyndó kaffihúsið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95833759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95833759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95833759' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95671091</id><published>2003-06-14T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:02:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eheu, sama og Vala!!You are The Merovingian, from "TheMatrix." Wit and danger, with a Frenchtwist. You are adamant about the slightlymaterialistic things- power, wealth, posession.Dominating, aren't we? What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by QuizillaI could see that coming...You are Psychic! What's Your Magic Power? brought to you by QuizillaHver segir svo að ég sé stefnu- og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95671091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95671091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95671091' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95667716</id><published>2003-06-14T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:44:10.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They feel so warm when they conformUpptekni mín hefur verið með viðteknum hætti undanfarið.  Þó hefur mér gefist tími til þess að hugleiða kost og kjör.  Í mogganum um daginn mátti lesa um kost Renee Zellweger, sem gengst nú um þessar mundir undir allsvakalegan fitukúr við ágætis kjör.  Á morgnana fær hún sér skonsur með smjéri og prótíndrykki; yfir daginn borðar hún pitsur, franskar og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95667716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95667716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95667716' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95666960</id><published>2003-06-14T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:01:41.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég neita að blogga fyrr en ég er búin að fá svona blogg-peysu.Eða með öðrum orðum, ég er víst á lífi en á ferð og flugi, helli úr skálum vandlætingarog reiðiseinna meir.So keep tuned in while I cop out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95666960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95666960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95666960' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95255895</id><published>2003-06-03T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-03T22:01:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HI RYK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95255895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95255895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95255895' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-95189322</id><published>2003-06-02T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:09:37.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ráðvillt sólin sté upp af beði sínum í morgun, enginn sá hana teygja úr gullnum örmum sínum og kalla til mannanna.Ég var að róa á kajak.Skynjanir okkar hafa brenglast og eru einskis nýtar.  Við getum ekki lengur skynjað veruna í kringum okkur, hálfguði náttúrunnar sem geisla ómeðvitaðri fegurð út í tómið.Ég var að rétta hjálparhönd við flutning tveggja búslóða.Meðvitund okkar hefur gert </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95189322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/95189322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95189322' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94869785</id><published>2003-05-25T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-25T20:22:08.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sketchy fiction for the mindboggingly bored.  With music.  Of course.Walking endlessly.  Forever trying to reach my home.  But it's all natural, of course.  I'm normal, I'm normal.  Just getting from places a, b, c and d... to my home.  This time it's different.  I'm not walking.  I'm flying.  Heading home.  No use in hanging around when I have got what I came for.I think it's freezing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94869785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94869785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94869785' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94659707</id><published>2003-05-21T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-21T18:42:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enn um samskiftakóða sem aflagast í höndum amlóða og annarra slóðaLet's talk meginreglur Grice enn á ný.  Hvað er hérna?Meginregla um gæði upplýsingaReyndu eftir bestu getu að láta framlag þitt vera sannleikann, þ.e.a. ekki segja eitthvað sem þú veist vera ósattb. ekki segja eitthvað sem þú hefir ekki næga vitneskju umAuðvitað misfarast upplýsingar alltaf að einhverju marki vegna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94659707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94659707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94659707' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94648635</id><published>2003-05-20T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:05:43.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ÉG HATA HOTMAIL.Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94648635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94648635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94648635' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94580235</id><published>2003-05-19T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-19T13:52:34.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND ERU Á LEIÐ TIL LANDSINS!!!!Oh joy joy, pleasure overload, pleasure overload!!!  I'm so happy I can hardly contain myself!Yessssss....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94580235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94580235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94580235' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94576606</id><published>2003-05-19T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-19T12:17:35.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If they gave degrees.......in cheating destinies...then maaaaaaaaan.  I got a first.Ég fann þessa plötu við tiltektir og mér sýnist ég þurfa að bæta upp smá hlustunartíma sem hún var....erm...misplaced.  Jei!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94576606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94576606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94576606' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94552486</id><published>2003-05-18T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-18T23:03:56.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#=:0000000....  (girl with pigtail eating several cookies, crumbs falling at end)Nýi broskallinn - þetta á víst að vera ég ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94552486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94552486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94552486' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94541540</id><published>2003-05-18T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-18T17:16:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change - return - successSewing and sewing without error.  Annar dagur í veikindum og volæði hefur liðið áfram í hóflegu afslapperíi.  Mér datt í hug að halda áfram með hoopoe myndina (loksins tilvísun sem Ágúst arabíufíl ætti að skilja) mína og er búin að sauma út eitt afar symmetrískt lauf.  Svo tók ég smá syrpu í geisladiskaprodjektinu: að flokka og raða diskum eftir útgáfuári, en þetta verk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94541540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94541540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94541540' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94504582</id><published>2003-05-17T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-17T17:23:14.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just surprised that she knows how to spell a more than two-syllable word!Smá ný-popp-kúltúr kvót fengið að láni hjá Ágústi, þýtt og staðfært að gefnu tilefni.Það er ekki allskostar illt að vera lasinn og veikur heima.  Þær aðstæður gefa mikinn tíma til dútls.  Ég er búin að dútla doldið í klippimyndum, og er búin að búa til eina svoldið sniðuga, þótt ég segi sjálf frá.  Ennfremur birtist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94504582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94504582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94504582' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94353571</id><published>2003-05-14T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-14T22:27:31.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Í staðinn fyrir að klára sport lit ritgerðina mína er ég búin að vera að gera gera þettasíðastliðinn hálftíma.  Fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94353571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94353571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94353571' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94347976</id><published>2003-05-14T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-14T20:35:39.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's out for summer!Þá er prófatímabilinu lokið, og við tekur eðlilegt líf.  Eftir margra ára reynslu af próftöku er ég loksins farin að muna að maður er hálf-ómögulegur fyrstu dagana á eftir.  Reikar bara um hálf-slefandi.  En samt var nú haldið óformlega upp á próflokin í gær í góðra vina hópi og kann ég góða vinahópnum bestu þakkir fyrir.  Gærkvöldið var skemmtileg útlegging á þemanu: Ef</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94347976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94347976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94347976' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94172205</id><published>2003-05-12T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-12T00:23:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....I'm on my way home, at six and the birds are singing.....I didn't need a drink and my clothes weren't wet but ooooh my ears were still ringing.Merkingarfræði er merkileg, og þá ekki bara fræðilega.  Til dæmis:Ef p þá qp=að fara að djamma tveimur dögum fyrir prófq=maraþonlestur daginn eftirSamt ekki endilega.  En samt í mínum alheimi.Stórvirki helgarinnar: I outdanced the Ziggy!  Vá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94172205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94172205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94172205' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94107924</id><published>2003-05-10T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-10T15:56:20.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joan, make the sorbet!Vegna fyrirspurna og nýlegra athugasemda langar vitleysingja þessum að koma því á framfæri að hann er staðfastur andstæðingur kannabis(svo og annarra of/vanskynjunarefna)notkunar.  Það er nógu sækadelískt inni í hausnum á mér fyrir.  Þar að auki finnst mér að þeir sem þurfa á slíku að halda til þess að geta hugsað eina original hugsun eða finna fyrir einhverri nýrri </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94107924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94107924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94107924' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-94017059</id><published>2003-05-08T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-08T22:40:58.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Títt úr VitleysingjaveröldinniÁ morgun er semsagt Sport Lit prófið mikla, og í staðinn fyrir að setjast niður og skrifa AMK punkta fyrir ritgerðirnar SEM ÉG VEIT HVAÐ EIGA AÐ FJALLA UM (efni gefin fyrirfram!) er ég,  eins og svo oft áður, að gera eitthvað allt annað.  En, ég á mér samt viðreisnar von, því að.......ég ákvað að setjast niður og skrifa sport reportið.  Sem átti að skrifast fyrir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94017059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/94017059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94017059' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93985283</id><published>2003-05-08T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-08T12:07:03.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM THE LORD OF THE YO-YO!AND I BRING YOU:YO-YO (I take you to spin)Ég er ofurhetjan Jói Jó-Jó Júníor Shabbadú.  Nútímasnæravísindi og genafikt hafa gert mig að því sem ég er í dag: óstöðvandi jó-jó maskínu.  Ég get rotað mann og annan með snöggri úlnliðshreyfingu.  Eitt kast og augað fer úr þér á eins metra færi. Hæfileika minna vegna hef ég þróast í bitran en lipran einfara.  Ég hef margar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93985283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93985283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93985283' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93924286</id><published>2003-05-07T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-07T16:09:25.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jahá, intressant.You are Storm!You are very strong and very protective of thoseyou love.  You are in tune with nature and arevery concerned with justice and humanity.Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fearsare very hard for you to overcome, and canoften inhibit you when most need to be strong. Which X-Men character are you most like? brought to you by QuizillaNo biggie, I'm coolYou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93924286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93924286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93924286' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93858794</id><published>2003-05-06T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-06T12:49:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Og að gefnu tilefni....Er hér Óður frá óðum, svona til þess að hnykkja á aðdáun ungmeyja (þó ég vilji taka fram að það er enginn að fara að tjalda fyrir utan hús hjá neinum!) og til að láta Keats kallinn taka nokkra neðanjarðarsnúninga:An Ode on An Antipode BodyO Australian shape!  Fair attitude!  With muscles of marble and limbsMost divinely created, not to mention other parts more hidden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93858794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93858794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93858794' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93857705</id><published>2003-05-06T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-06T12:23:22.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sport Lit or the Sprite's Lot?Nú fer Sport Lit próftaka í hönd.  Ég virðist ekki hafa neinar  tímaglósur, fyrir utan blað hvers innihald er hér fyrir neðan.  Í staðinn fyrir að punkta niður staðreyndir um hvernig stigakerfið í fótbolta getur haft endurspeglað kjarnorkuvá kom þetta: collageglymskrattahausinn gamli góði spilaði nokkur lög.  Ég gat fundið níu lög eru þarna inni í, beint (heilum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93857705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93857705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93857705' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93795983</id><published>2003-05-05T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:28:31.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eðlisfræði í daglega lífinuÞað er miklu auðveldara að jó-jóa á leiðinni niður stiga en á leiðinni upp.  Segir sig sjálft.  Eða svona þannig.  Merkilegur andskoti að geta aldrei lært á prófdögum.  Þótt ég ætti slatta eftir að lesa myndi ég að öllum líkindum láta það vera.  Það samræmist líka ekki Rocky-rútínunni.  Hmmm.  Ætti samt að taka cue-spjöldin mín með til málamynda.  Annars verður </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93795983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93795983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93795983' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93763437</id><published>2003-05-04T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-04T21:59:33.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some forshadowing of impendant doom or simply a turn towards sophistication?Í gær var þreytt þreytt útópíupróf.  Gekk það að öllum líkindum sæmilega, þrátt fyrir að prófið sjálft hljóti aðeins þrjú wahústig á skemmtiskalanum góða.  Eftir að bilið milli huga og pappírs hafði verið brúað skýru en nokkuð óstýrilátu bleki hneig yours truly næsta niður að lotum.  En þá birtist Deus einn á Machinae </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93763437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93763437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93763437' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93719444</id><published>2003-05-03T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-03T21:14:31.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég hef grun um að okkur kæmi vel saman, enda svipaðar áráttur í gangiOg allar leiðir liggja til Skotlands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93719444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93719444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93719444' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93699713</id><published>2003-05-03T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-03T11:00:24.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Without him, it's just a yo!Ég keypti mér nýtt jó-jó í gær og það eru aldeilis góðar fréttir, því að jó-jóa er góð skemmtun.  Skemmtilegheit eru alls staðar.  Svona eins og kærleikurinn.  Og allir vita að það er gaman að jó-jóa.  Afhverju fara ekki allir að jó-jóa?Já, kærleikurinn er góður leikur og gegn.  Skemmtilegur líka!  Skaaaa-ating.  On Happy Valley.  Pond.Nú eru aðeins nokkrir tímar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93699713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93699713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93699713' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93416875</id><published>2003-04-28T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-28T19:38:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hej!Þegar ég var lítil langaði mig að verða vitavörður þegar ég yrði stór.  Þetta var raunhæft markmið á þeim tíma, því þá voru vitar mannaðir en ekki stjórnað af tölvum sem heita Earl. Ég ætlaði m.a.s að búa í vitanum og var búin að innrétta einn í hugarlendunum (með stigapöllum svo ég gæti haft bókasafn og þvíumlíkt með reglulegu millibili.  Gert ráð fyrir þyrlu sem kæmi með vistir.  Kettir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93416875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93416875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93416875' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93360456</id><published>2003-04-27T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-27T21:47:17.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ennþá brennur mér í munni...Chillíið sem ég fékk hjá Unni...Reyndar var mér meira hugsað til matreiðslutímanna hjá henni Slebbu í gamla daga núna rétt áðan.  Ég var í þann mund að búa mér til Sibbu-þríloku þegar ég rak augun í hangiálegg við hliðina á ostinum.  Þá mundi ég að við bjuggum einu sinni til heitt ostabrauð með hangiáleggi í heimilisfræðitíma á níunda áratuginum.  Ætli sá réttur sé</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93360456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93360456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93360456' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-93139028</id><published>2003-04-23T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-23T22:13:01.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fried eggs make me sick first thing in the morningNú er það helst á döfinni að fólk er hætt að borða mat.Þetta ástand ku hafa varað um nokkurt skeið, án þess að einhver hafi tekið eftir því.  Ástæðan fyrir skeytingarleysi fólks mun samkvæmt staðreyndum ekki stafa af hungri, þótt undarlegt megi virðast.   Í samtali við Knut Hamsun kom fram að hann er alveg foj yfir þessum fréttum.  Knut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93139028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/93139028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93139028' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92898322</id><published>2003-04-19T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-19T18:50:07.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll sing halleluja, you'll sing halleluja, we'll all sing hallelujaInnansvæðisfréttir:  Hér til vinstri hefur verið komið á laggirnar Hornsteinahorninu, þar má finna sniðugan link á sniðugan gauk.  Svona fyrir sniðughneigða.Fleira í fréttum: Dundi er risinn úr lokrekkju sinni og tekinn til við netvarpa fréttum frá Rússlandi á ný.  Gaman að því, þótt hann stafsetji King Crimson vitlaust.Lúd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92898322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92898322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92898322' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92840239</id><published>2003-04-18T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:15:25.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thou shalt not bare any false witnesses!Ég er bara að bíða eftir því að einhver byrji að tala um sílíkonbrjóst svo ég geti smellt þessari smellnu setningu (Property of Sib-Nu-Quip) inn í umræðuna.Eða ég er að drekka kaffi og lesa Tímavélina út frá Teletubbies kenningunni hans Illuga Jökulssonar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92840239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92840239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92840239' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92797079</id><published>2003-04-17T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-17T20:26:39.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unk-tjigga-unk-tjigga-unk-unk...unk...unk..kaaaahBíddu, er komið upplestrarfrí?Already??Ughl, ég gleymdi að básúna út um allt hmmm-athyglisvert tenginguna sem tengdist um daginn.  Gather round my son, and I will tell you a tale (villa intended).Fyrst:  Lagið Cobwebs And Strange, af plötunni A Quickone (The Who 1966), "samið" af Keith Moon.Svo: Lagið Moonchild, af plötunni In The Court Of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92797079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92797079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92797079' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92708530</id><published>2003-04-16T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-16T11:12:38.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blablaovertheblu-blaðarýnin Fréttablaðið í dag var áhugaverðara en oft áður.  Í einni greininni er minnst á náinn ættingja minn.  Og það í sambandi við dýragarða!  Jeihehei.Einnig mátti finna auglýsingu fyrir "afþreyingarhálflistaenmeirasvonatækniuppákomukalla" þar sem orðin "The Ancient Art of Genital Origami" eru notuð til að vekja áhuga á fyrirbærinu.  What are the odds!?!  Nú gæti ég sko </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92708530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92708530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92708530' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92679034</id><published>2003-04-15T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-15T23:05:04.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatsa matter kid, are you lost?Pseudo Nineteenth-century Cockney London Street Urchin Outfit:**listi a la SiggaBláar kósakkabuxur (ca. 1980)Svartoghvítköflótt vesti (ca. 1985)Brún, lipur skyrta (1998)Svartur flauelsjakki (góð spurning, keyptur 2000)Svartir Hush Puppies (1998)Fólk sem vill ekki láta sjá sig í nærveru minni næstu daga er beðið um að skrá sig hér fyrir neðan.  Þó svo ég </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92679034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92679034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92679034' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92616467</id><published>2003-04-15T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-15T00:30:33.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funky FungusPill Flipping FluSem fyrirfinnst í heiminum en tengist þessari færslu nákvæmlega næstum því ekkert nema kannski semi-persónulega.Nú er heill dagur liðinn án þess að ég hafi yfirgefið heimili mitt.  Ah.  Minnir mig á the good old Reclusive Wanker days of yore.  Sími: batterís-og innistæðulaus.  Núverandi ástand: léttsteiktur nátthrafn borin fram með innbakaðri paranoju og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92616467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92616467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92616467' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92307063</id><published>2003-04-09T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-09T19:40:21.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fokk og fól!!**Property of Sib-Nu-Swear (registered trademark)Nú stendur yfir árlegt vor-eip, undirbúningur vorprófa nefnilega, og innklíningur til ritgerðaklamburs þar að auki.   Á dagskrá er meðal annars eitt stykki félagsmálvísindaritgerð, sem á að fjalla um "sociological reasons for code-switching/mixing in relations to bilingualism/multilingualism and diglossia/polyglossia", út frá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92307063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92307063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92307063' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92299213</id><published>2003-04-09T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-09T16:32:41.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A word from Elvis Pelvis:Napoleon is coming to town!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92299213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92299213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92299213' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92056568</id><published>2003-04-05T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-05T21:22:33.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If you book them, they will come"-"Jim Morrison"  Wayne's World II, as an answer to Wayne's question: How will I make the bands show up?"If you build it, he will come"-Shoeless Joe - W.P.Kinsella, p.6.People laughed and said I was mad when I signed up for Sport Literature.  But who's mad now??!?!??!?  MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92056568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92056568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92056568' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92056130</id><published>2003-04-05T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-05T21:10:38.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enn um auglýsingar....Orkan hefur hrundið af stað nýrri auglýsingaherferð og sendi mér (I wonder why?) eitthvert punktakort í pósti ásamt auglýsingabæklingi.  Myndin utan á bæklingnum er sú sama og sjá má á strætóskýlum borgarinnar.  Á bleikum grunni er stílíseruð Frelsistyttan með hnefann á lofti, en í hinni hendinni heldur hún á bensíndælu.  Fyrir ofan stendur svo: Hver króna skiftir máli/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92056130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92056130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92056130' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92012500</id><published>2003-04-05T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-05T00:00:21.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hljómsveitin Sagó spilar í Lídó í kvöldVerkjalyfin virka helvíti vel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92012500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92012500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92012500' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-92012250</id><published>2003-04-04T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-04T23:56:30.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kolbítur rís úr öskustónni, bítur sekan mann og annanGóðan daginn heimur, þetta er tannlausa gerpið sem talar!  Þá er ég loksins orðin endajaxlalaus og því við hæfi að birta frásögnina af þeirri þolraun í vitleystum miðli.  Ég hafði ákveðið eftir jaxlaófarirnar ´98 (sokkabandsárið) að láta taka þá þrjá endajaxla sem eftir voru í einu höggi (eða þannig), tvær uppi og jaxl vinstra megin í neðri </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92012250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/92012250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92012250' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91799222</id><published>2003-04-01T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-01T22:34:40.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How appropriate.....Switzerland -A neutral power for as long as most can remember,it has avoided war for several centuries.However, it is still considered highly advancedand a global power.Positives:Judicial.Neutrality.World-Renouned.Powerful without Force.Makes Excellent Watches, Etc.Negatives:Target of Ridicule.Constant Struggle to Avoid Conflict.Target of Criminal Bank Accounts. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91799222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91799222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91799222' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91739633</id><published>2003-03-31T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-31T23:47:48.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cigarettes and chocolate milkÖpdeit á sígarettupásu: bara komnir um tuttugu dagar!  Yeah man.  Það er ekki lengur sígaretta og kakómalt lengur, eiginlega bara smá óbeinar reykingar frá skólalóðinni og Build-Up með súkklaðibragði.  One must keep up one's strength. 8)Það er alltaf að koma betur og betur í ljós hvað maður getur verið mikill lukkunnar pamfíll. Um daginn var ég að skemmta nokkrum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91739633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91739633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91739633' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91669583</id><published>2003-03-30T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-30T22:51:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a band...playing...in my head...Ótrúlegustu hlutir geta kætt óendanlega mikið.Ég fékk aftur níu geisladiska sem ég lánaði vinkonu minni fyrir ábyggilega tveimur árum.  Gleymdi alltaf að taka þá með mér heim þegar ég kom í heimsókn til hennar, því það var svo mikill kjaftavaðall á mér....en á laugardaginn mundi ég semsagt eftir því og JEI hvað það er gaman að eiga þá allt í einu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91669583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91669583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91669583' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91505913</id><published>2003-03-27T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-27T22:19:26.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eins gott að vera ekki í doppótta g-strengnum...Vá núna er Hjalti bara kominn á lista.  Ég er ekki alveg búin að ákveða hvort hann sé kominn á góða listann eða vonda listann, en eitt veit ég: hann startaði nýrri fíkn: Ritter Sport Cocos (Milk chocolate with a coconut-milkcream filling)!  Gúdddabæ Lindu kaffisúkkulaði, helló Ritter Sport Cocos!  Nei nei, Hjalti er ágætur, honum finnst </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91505913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91505913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91505913' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91184452</id><published>2003-03-22T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-22T16:58:15.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Auglýsingabransinn er furðulegur, og lógík auglýsinga afar undarleg:-Kauptu kippu af súper-rís og Birgitta Haukdal áritar plaggat handa þér....-Mr. Muscle klósetthreinsirinn virkar betur en aðrir því að skammtarinn er flatur og....ferkantaður-Tilboð á svínahnakka lesið við undirspil lagsins "You Sexy Thing" (Hot Chocolate) í útvarpinu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91184452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91184452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91184452' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91117630</id><published>2003-03-21T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-21T11:31:41.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That cat's something I can't explainJebb nú er Smossshjatími.  Ég held að Schmöttur Pick-A-Bale-A-Köttur sé orðinn eitthvað bilaður.  Hef sterkan grun um að hann haldi að það sé komið vor, en mig rekur samt ekki minni til um að hann hafi látið svona fyrir ári síðan.   Nú er svo komið að flestir fjölskylduaðilar eru orðnir hálf-pirraðir á látunum í kattarkrílinu.  Í fyrsta lagi hefur hann aukið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91117630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91117630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91117630' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91082643</id><published>2003-03-20T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-20T21:43:55.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dylan said it:Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91082643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91082643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91082643' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-91052516</id><published>2003-03-20T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-20T11:24:30.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vezeto ülésbenJahahá, það er offisíal: ég er að læra að keyra bíl.  Margt gott mun leiða af þessari tilhögun:-ég get farið að skutla fólki í staðinn fyrir að fá bara skutl (it's a give-take thingy)-ég get komist leiða minna án þess að þurfa að reikna út gang strætisvagna (tímafrekt)-ég get hætt að pirrast á fólki sem spyr: hvernig er það, ætlar þú ekki bráðum að fara að taka bílprófið? og </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91052516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/91052516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91052516' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90879832</id><published>2003-03-17T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:15:14.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég er næstum því búin að vera reyklaus í viku núna.  Reyklaus og ofvirk.Sem resúltar í ofþreytu núna ég verð að fara að sofa, sofa sofa sofa er gott jamm.The hot zone is indeed the hot zone.  ´</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90879832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90879832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90879832' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90732359</id><published>2003-03-14T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:59:36.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reykpásudagur 4Dagur þessi hefur verið nokkuð tvískiptur.  Annars vegar höfum við:Sunshine lollipopsand rainbows everythingog hins vegar:My feet are so heavyso is my headI wish I was a baby I wish I was deadEn dagurinn stóðst.  Húha.Jei, ég var að horfa á snilldarmynd um köttinn Tómasínu.  That movie had everything.  Suspence.  Romance.  Cats.  Other fluffy animals.  Other sick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90732359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90732359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90732359' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90663191</id><published>2003-03-13T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-13T23:45:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you were a font, you would be?   test yourself at fontlover.com!test yourself at fontlover.com!Ó je, ekki nóg með það að ég dái hönnun og stefnu Bauhaus-skólans, heldur er hljómsveitin Bauhaus í nokkru uppáhaldi hjá mér!  Jippí, þetta er örugglega eina fontið sem ég get raunverulega tengt við!!!  En að alvörunni:Reykpásudagur 3Yesssss, ástandið er ekki nærri eins slæmt og í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90663191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90663191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90663191' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90607162</id><published>2003-03-12T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-12T20:55:23.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep I'm an addictive personality</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90607162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90607162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90607162' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90606093</id><published>2003-03-12T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-12T20:36:24.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reykpásudagur 2Mér er bara illt.  Mér er illt í höbbðinu.  I feel giddy.  Það er eins og það sé rosalega vægur rafstraumur í vöbbðunum.  Og það er sama hvað ég ét eða geri, það er risa tóm hola inni í mér.  Þetta er svona eins og að vera þyrstur og geta bara drukkið tabascosósu eða eitthvað.  Það passar ekkert annað gegn nikótínþörfinni.  Ekkert!  Hins vegar er ég búnað fá fullt af mórölskum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90606093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90606093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90606093' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097075.post-90545632</id><published>2003-03-11T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:53:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hérna er stöff  um The Small Faces,  ekki á hverjum degi sem maður fær fyrirspurn!8)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90545632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097075/posts/default/90545632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vitleyst.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90545632' title=''/><author><name>vitleysingi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925874376229166135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/cleanriot/Alexib.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
