Nostalgia

the 80s

 

Flett upp í bókum

á google, mjög sniðugt, hægt að fletta upp í ótal bókum

http://books.google.com/

T.d. Banana Yoshimoto var eitt sinn uppáhalds rithöfundurinn minn, svo sé ég núna að hún hefur skrifað helling síðan ég las hana síðast fyrir einhverjum árum, þyrfti að nálgast hana aftur.

Símaat

hér 

Kattaskítskaka

Rebekka ég legg til að þú slettir í eina svona fyrir Gísla þegar hann kemur heim.

Kitty Litter Cake

Serving Size: 24

Notes:
This is a fun cake! It might look gross, but it does taste good!

Ingredients:
1 (18 oz.) box spice or german chocolate cake mix
1 (18 oz.) box white cake mix
1 pkg. white sandwich cookies
1 large box vanilla instant pudding mix
12 small tootsie rolls
1 litter box (preferably a NEW one!)
1 plastic scoop
green food coloring 
 

Preparation:
Prepare cake mixes and bake according to directions (any size pans). Prepare pudding mix and chill until ready to assemble. Crumble white sandwich cookies in small batches in blender, they tend to stick, so scrape often. Set aside all but about 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup cookie crumbs, add a few drops green food coloring and mix using a fork or shake in a jar.
When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble into a large bowl. Toss with half the remaining white cookie crumbs and the chilled pudding. You probably won't need all of the pudding, mix with the cake and "feel" it, you don't want it soggy, just moist; gently combine. Put mixture into clean litter box.
Put three unwrapped Tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until soft and pliable. Shape ends so they are no longer blunt, curving slightly. Repeat with 3 more Tootsie rolls and bury in mixture. Sprinkle the other half of cookie crumbs over top. Scatter the green cookie crumbs lightly over the top, this is supposed to look like the chlorophyll in kitty litter. Heat remaining Tootsie Rolls, three at a time in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake and sprinkle with cookie crumbs. Place the box on a newspaper and sprinkle a few of the cookie crumbs around. Serve with a new pooper scooper.

Lego

það er hægt að kubba ýmislegt sniðugt ef maður er ekki hættur.

Silkilirfur

Ragga systir í Barcelona er komin með ný gæludýr, silkilirfur. Eru um 20 stykki og ansi stórar, um 15 cm. Þær vefja sig svo inn í silki og verða loks að fiðrildum. 

Um silki: Silk is a natural protein fiber that can be woven into textiles. It is obtained from the cocoon of silkworm larvae reared in captivity. The process of harvesting the silk from the cocoon kills the larvae. If the caterpillar is left to eat a hole on the cocoon, in order to exit as a moth, the threads will be cut short and the silk will be useless, so silkworm cocoons are thrown into boiling water, which kills the silkworms and also makes the cocoons easier to unravel. The silkworm itself is often eaten.

Silk has recently come under fire from animal rights activists who maintain that the common practice of boiling silkworms alive in their cocoons is cruel. (wikipedia.com)

 Rosa sætar

 

Mæðradagurinn

er 14.maí og þá er gott að hugleiða vel orð Mr.T um mæður, sjá hér.

Meira um mæður:

Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness.  It's the men who are discriminated against.  They can't bear children.  And no one's likely to do anything about that.  ~Golda Meir

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.  ~Aristotle

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What's that suppose to mean?  In my heart it don't mean a thing.  ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers.  ~Jewish Proverb

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan

Börn tjá sig um ástina

WHY LOVE HAPPENS 

"No one is sure why it happens, but I heard it has something to do with how you smell. That's why perfume and deodorant are so popular."
-- Jan, age 9

"One of the people has freckles and so he finds somebody else who has freckles too." -- Andrew, age 6

"I think you're supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn't supposed to be so painful." -- Harlen, age 8

ON THE ROLE OF GOOD LOOKS IN LOVE 

"If you want to be loved by somebody who isn't already in your family, it doesn't hurt to be beautiful." -- Jeanne, age 8

"It isn't always just how you look. Look at me. I'm handsome like anything and I haven't got anybody to marry me yet." -- Brian, age 7

WHY LOVERS OFTEN HOLD HANDS 

"They want to make sure their rings don't fall off because they paid good money for them. -- Gavin, age 8

"They are just practicing for when they might have to walk down the aisle someday and do the holy matchimony thing." -- Jennifer, age 9

SUREFIRE WAYS TO MAKE A PERSON FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU 

"Tell them that you own a whole bunch of candy stores." -- Del, age 6

"One way is to take the girl out to eat. Make sure it's something she likes to eat. French-fries usually works for me." -- Bart, age 9

"Shake you hips and hope for the best." -- Camille, age 9

"Yell out that you love them at the top of your lungs ... and don't worry if their parents are right there. -- Manuel, age 8

 

Móðir Teresa

"It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. 
It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving."

"Little things are indeed little, but to be faithful in little things is a great thing."

"If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are."

"It is a poverty to decide that an unborn child must die so that you may live as you like."

"If we pray, we will believe; If we believe, we will love If we love, we will serve."

 

eigin útvarpsstöð

hér getur maður búið til eigin útvarpsstöð, fengið ábendingar um góð lög eftir hverju maður er hrifin af. Pandora.com

Sunna Björk

er svo góð mynd af Gongó, lýsir henni svo vel

 

Tvífarar

samkvæmt myheritage.com er ég og Sylvía Plath rithöfundur tvífarar

 

Lou and Andy

Heimspeki Andy´s:

The countryside: Andy believes the natural world has a sublime beauty, unrivalled by anything manmade.

The sea: Andy thinks the sea is a dark and brutal force that has dragged many an innocent to a watery grave.

Glitter

rosa sætt... hægt að nálgast hér.

  The Office:

“All farmers have wives.”
“This one doesn’t, he’s gay.”
“Well, then, he shouldn’t be allowed near animals should he.”

Gareth and Tim (Series 1 Episode 4)

“Now guys, we’re about to enter a warehouse environment, now I must warn you that some of the people in here will be working class, so there may be ass cleavage. So just find a partner, hold hands. Don’t talk to anyone though.”

Tim (Series 2, episode 3)

 

Hello Kitty

er svo sætt, hér er Sanrio síðan, þetta er Japanskt fyrirtæki sem var stofnað 1960. Japanir eru alltaf að gefa litlar gjafir og tilgangur fyrirtækisins er að útbúa þannig sætar litlar gjafir.

Þeir pennavinir sem ég átti í Japan þegar ég var krakki voru einmitt alltaf að senda eitthvað sætt og lítið og mjög vandað í bréfunum.

" Social Communication"
Consistent throughout all Sanrio activities on all continents is our aim to provide the means to enrich interpersonal communication. Gift-giving is at the heart of our business, and we see every customer as the giver of a gift - even if it's a special something for herself. A small gift does bring a big smile. Sanrio provides a vehicle for the young and young-at-heart to express their feelings to friends and family - each Sanrio product brings a message of friendship and happiness. Giving someone a cute Hello Kitty letter set doesn't just say "let's stay in touch" - it gives them a means to do so.

ýmislegt til að prenta út hér á þessari síðu.

Silvía Nótt

 

góð að mæta ekki þarna á Esso, mín kona sko.

Kommóða

var að kaupa mér kommóðu í Ikea og er að setja hana saman, bara gaman.

 

Nafnið mitt

Hér er skemmtileg norsk síða þar sem sjá má ýmislegt um nöfn: t.d. :

Navnet med punkttegn:      

Navnet med tegnspråkalfabetet:      

Navnet med morsetegn: · · ·   - · - -   · - · ·   · · · -   · ·   · -   

Navnet skrevet baklengs: Aivlys

Navnet på røverspråket: Sosylolvovia

Á grafinu má sjá að nafnið var mjög vinsælt í Noregi eftir 1970 en þá er er ég fædd(´73). Dr Hook átti þá vinsælt ónefnt lag sem eflaust hefur haft sitt að segja.

The Roman name Silvius(kk) is derived from Latin silva "wood, forest".

Græðgi

Hverjir eru í raun gráðugastir í öllu þessu verðlagi, hér eru tölur frá Ameríku(olíufyrirtæki reyndar) en segja ýmislegt. Væri gaman að sjá svona framsetningu varðandi íslenskt verðlag.

 

Irish drinking songs

ég er í einhverju írsku skapi núna. Hér er snilldar texti og lagið ekki síðra ef þið finnið það, en lokaversið er breytilegt og stundum sleppt, því vanalega er það mjög dónalegt...

Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a wool blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before

eða (As I went home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a thing in her thing, where my old thing should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's that lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.)

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