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skrítna fólkið:

hr. muzak
snorgill
skotta
sigga lára
siggadís
loki
jódís
heiða skúla
bróðir minn í fjarskanum
rósa elísabet
maría mágkona
varrius
gambrinn
eva
yfirnorn ásta
tröllatíkin
áslaug
gummi erlings
gben
þrási metal
valkyrjan fyrir vestan
breki
júlljúll

hljómsveitirnar mínar:

hraun
ampop
hálfvitarnir

fluguveggurinn:

siggi pönk
stebbi páls
pallih
matarkonan
ari páll og lilja
kiddi
davíð þór

skemmtilegt:

nornabúðin
foreyska poppsidan
baggalútur
nornaklúbburinn naflaló
leikir
allur heimsins matur
wulff morgenthaler
nördadót
hugleikur
athyglisýkin

letihaugar:

eðlukonan dísa
guðfinna
halla
hæfileikarinn
raritet
nornirnar






eldri skrif:

 


þriðjudagur, desember 09, 2003

 
orð dagsins:



The pessimist says the cup is half empty. The optimist says it's half full.

The pragmatist says its liquid contents are at 50% capacity.

The ironist says it's half full of air.

The plumber says the cup must be leaking.

George Carlin says the cup is too big.

The Starbucks employee says it's so you have room for cream.

The conspiracy theorist says aliens took the other half.

The baseball player says his cup is definitely full.

MacGuyver says he can build a powerful explosive with it.

The psychoanalyst says the cup is your mother.

The punk sitting next to you also says the cup is your mother.

The romance novelist says the cup is a willing receptacle to the wild gushing torrents of pure passion from the hard chiseled urn.

The zen master says, "There is no cup."

Pamela Anderson says her cups are definitely full.


And me, I say, "Waitress! Refill!"


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