<?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-5029807</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:44:58.104Z</updated><title type='text'>The Downward Spiral</title><subtitle type='html'>"Isolation, futility, angst and the hopelessness of existence increasingly prevalent within the modern digital world sometimes referred to as the 'downward spiral'"
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-113449859752780915</id><published>2005-12-13T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:29:57.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Þetta er ekki kombakk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/113449859752780915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/113449859752780915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/12/etta-er-ekki-kombakk.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110961871521568778</id><published>2005-02-28T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:26:23.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breytið Bookmarkinu ykkarhttp://Krummi.klaki.net</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110961871521568778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110961871521568778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/breyti-bookmarkinu-ykkar-httpkrummi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110921200405775615</id><published>2005-02-24T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T02:26:44.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FramtíðinÉg er búinn að fá leið á Blogger...Væntið breytinga...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110921200405775615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110921200405775615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/framtin-g-er-binn-f-lei-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110838273728129783</id><published>2005-02-14T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:09:27.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skemmtilegur NördaskapurEf þú ert góð(ur) í þessu hefurðu séð allt of mikið af bíómyndum.45 komnar, 27 eftir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110838273728129783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110838273728129783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/skemmtilegur-nrdaskapur-ef-ert-gur.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110800143296790324</id><published>2005-02-10T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T02:10:32.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MolarEkki nógu mikið í gangi til að verðskulda margar heilar samstæðar málsgreinar þannig að færsla þessi verður molaskipt.* Tæpar 8 vikur í epíska útför. Undirbúningur enganvegin nógu góður, en það er bara stuð.* Allt of há prósenta af tekjum mínum fer í áfengiskaup.* Ég hef með hjálp Jóhanns Alfreðs komist að þeirri niðurstöðu að Hexia De Trix er langsamlega kynþokkafyllst af </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110800143296790324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110800143296790324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/molar-ekki-ngu-miki-gangi-til.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110799986414596753</id><published>2005-02-10T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:44:24.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PóstmaðurinnÉg á víst einhverja Gmail adressu sem ég hef ekki haft rænu á að nota almennilega. Hotmail er drasl Þannig að vinsamlegast beinið öllum fyrirspurnum, heillakveðjum eða hótunum á krummo@gmail.comTakk fyrir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110799986414596753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110799986414596753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/pstmaurinn-g-vst-einhverja-gmail.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110782717944917685</id><published>2005-02-08T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:46:19.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heimurinn Einfaldaður"See, there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Pussies think everyone can get along, and dicks just want to fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes, Chuck. And all the assholes want us to shit all over everything! So, pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110782717944917685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110782717944917685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/heimurinn-einfaldaur-see-theres-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110779525693464493</id><published>2005-02-07T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:46:40.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Súrsætt ÁstandAll work and no play makes Krummi a dull boy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110779525693464493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110779525693464493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/srstt-stand-all-work-and-no-play-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110727424739514867</id><published>2005-02-01T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:15:54.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Man...I could go for a Powerfuck right now..."What you need to know about sexual harrassment in the workplace!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110727424739514867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110727424739514867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/02/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110721179718239532</id><published>2005-01-31T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:52:29.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Afstæðiskenningin útskýrð"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl foran hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity."-Albert Einstein</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110721179718239532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110721179718239532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/afstiskenningin-tskr-put-your-hand-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110714498265590387</id><published>2005-01-31T04:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T04:16:22.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NáðargáfanMamoru Oshii veit hvað er í gangi...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110714498265590387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110714498265590387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/nargfan-mamoru-oshii-veit-hva-er-gangi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110678371025661385</id><published>2005-01-26T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:55:10.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Niðurtalning67 dagar í brottför...Úff...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110678371025661385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110678371025661385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/niurtalning-67-dagar-brottfr.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110666607267854196</id><published>2005-01-25T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:14:32.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FrelsiRéttindi eða Forréttindi?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110666607267854196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110666607267854196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/frelsi-rttindi-ea-forrttindi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110653792481430672</id><published>2005-01-24T03:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T03:38:44.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Póst-Akademískar FurðusögurLíf mitt er afar óvenjulegt þessa dagana, þ.e.a.s. þá einkennist líf mitt af því að vera sífellt að gera eitthvað, hvort sem það er vinna eða kaffihúsaferðir eða kvikmyndahúsaferðir eða fyllerí eða heimsóknir reddingar þá er alltaf eitthvað í gangi. Þetta er í hæsta máta óvenjulegt fyrir kyrrlífsmann eins og ég var í fyrri tíð. Þetta er samt mjög, mjög góð þróun. Mér</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110653792481430672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110653792481430672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/pst-akademskar-furusgur-lf-mitt-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110619424354134196</id><published>2005-01-20T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T04:31:38.926Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Að búa í HvergilandiÞað er alltaf jafn undarleg tilfinning þegar eitthvað varpar hugsunum manns af eðlilegri braut sinni og í allt annan farveg, sérstaklega þegar þessi hlutur kemur úr óvæntri átt.Ég bjóst ekki við sérstaklega miklu af Finding Neverland. Ég vissi að henni hafði vegnað vel hjá gagnrýnendum og ætti að vera líklegur kandídat í óskarskapphlaupinu á þessu ári. Ég vissi líka að </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110619424354134196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110619424354134196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/ba-hvergilandi-er-alltaf-jafn-undarleg.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110593621313494617</id><published>2005-01-17T04:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T04:30:35.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpekinHaha, ég veit barasta ekki rassgat þessa dagana...djöfull er það næs..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110593621313494617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110593621313494617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/spekin-haha-g-veit-barasta-ekki.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110541048516780257</id><published>2005-01-11T02:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T02:28:05.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nýtt Dót og Gamlir DrengirÚff. Jól, áramót og fyrri hluti janúar hafa einkennst af póst-menntaskólaþynnku. Aðgerðarleysi hefur þau áhrif að maður hefur allt of mikinn tíma til að velta sér upp úr smáatriðum og tilgangsleysi.Ég er blessunarlega laus við það þar sem ég er loksinns búinn að redda mér vinnu og það á steikhúsi, Hereford steikhúsi þ.e.a.s.Ég mun s.s. að mestu vinna við hlið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110541048516780257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110541048516780257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/ntt-dt-og-gamlir-drengir-ff.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110506942558811922</id><published>2005-01-07T03:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:45:27.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hið óútskýranlega útskýrt!Ég hef oft verið spurður afhverju ég skammist mín ekki fyrir blygðunarlausa ást mína á lágmenningu eins og O.C.? En því miður hef ég ekki getað svarað þessari spurningu fyrr á neinn viðunandi hátt þar sem maður verður í raun að upplifa fyrirbærið til að skilja það.Nú hef ég hinsvegar fundið litla grein sem segir allt sem ég hef nokkurntíman viljað segja um þennan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110506942558811922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110506942558811922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/hi-tskranlega-tskrt-g-hef-oft-veri.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110489215429924893</id><published>2005-01-05T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:30:46.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uppfærður KvikmyndanördaskapurÉg uppfærði Topp 10 listann minn yfir bestu myndir ársins með nokkrum persónulegum athugasemdum um hverja mynd fyrir sig þar sem sá fyrri þótti eitthvað ópersónulegur. Núna er hann bara svo langur að það jaðrar við að vera klámfengið. Kannski fílar einhver þannig.Listann má finna neðar á þessari síðu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110489215429924893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110489215429924893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/uppfrur-kvikmyndanrdaskapur-g-uppfri.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110464198469189456</id><published>2005-01-02T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:31:11.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MótAllskonar mót þessa dagana. Áramót, tímamót, mannamót.Gamlárskvöld var að þessu sinni afar ánægjulegt. Jafnvel eitt það besta sem ég man eftir. Þakka öllum þeim sem héldu partíið og öllum þeim sem ég hitti þar fyrir að skemmta mér og vonandi hef ég skemmt einhverjum.Áramót eru tími áramótaheita sem maður getur síðan unnið staðfastlega í að brjóta komandi mánuði. Ég hef aldrei gert gáfuleg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110464198469189456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110464198469189456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2005/01/mt-allskonar-mt-essa-dagana.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110434379071181463</id><published>2004-12-29T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:25:18.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UppgjöriðÞað er mjög, mjög erfitt fyrir kvikmyndafíkil eins og sjálfan mig að gera upp á milli góðra mynda sem hann sér og þessvegna er nánast ómögulegt að raða saman einhverjum topplista yfir heilt ár af bíóferðum, en það ætla ég samt að reyna hér á eftir. Ég hef ákveðið að þreyta ykkur lesendur ekki með málalengingum og mun ég því hafa þennan lista eins hráann og ég get.Verði ykkur að góðu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110434379071181463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110434379071181463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/12/uppgjri-er-mjg-mjg-erfitt-fyrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110340377226700143</id><published>2004-12-18T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:45:32.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dentally ChallangedSíðustu dagar hafa verið með eindæmum viðburðarríkir. Allavegana á mínum eigin viðburðarsnauða skala.Þannig er nú mál með vexti að ég hef núna í allnokkurn tíma verið kvalinn í munni sökum þess að endajaxlar mínir ákvaða að það væri ekki nógu trendí að vaxa beint upp eins og flestar venjulegar tennur, heldur kusu þeir að brjóta mótið og vaxa beint á hlið í staðinn. Þetta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110340377226700143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110340377226700143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/12/dentally-challanged-sustu-dagar-hafa.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110291437312752661</id><published>2004-12-13T04:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T05:09:09.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SkjávarpinnÉg horfi of mikið á sjónvarp.Ég horfi svo mikið á sjónvarp að þegar dagskrárgerð á Íslandi verður of súr þá sæki ég mér dagskrárgerð úti í heimi til að fullnægja sjónvarpsþörf minni. Búinn að sanka að mér óhemjumagni af sjónvarpsefni síðustu mánuði.Auðvitað er þetta ekkert sérstaklega heilbrigt. Ég veit það vel. Maður býr samt til allskonar afsakanir í hausnum á sér, eins og að ég</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110291437312752661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110291437312752661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/12/skjvarpinn-g-horfi-of-miki-sjnvarp_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110235391008947631</id><published>2004-12-06T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:25:10.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DraumfarirJæja krakkar, dragið upp draumráðningarbækurnar því hér á eftir kemur epískt næturævintýri stútfullt af merkingarþrungnum symbólisma!Í nótt dreymdi mig s.s. að ég væri að rölta eitthvað um skólalóð MH (í draumnum hafði MH skólalóð) þegar ég rakst á Önnu Sænsku sem spurði mig hvort ég hafi lesið nóg undir frönskuprófið. Þá rann það upp fyrir mér að ég hafði gleymt að ég væri í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110235391008947631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110235391008947631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/12/draumfarir-jja-krakkar-dragi-upp.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110211217769840372</id><published>2004-12-03T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:16:17.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Að krjúpa nakinn fyrir raunveruleikanum?Menntaskólagöngu minni er að mestu lokið.Ég gekk ekki um gangana og kvaddi veggina og gólfin. Ég tók ekki í höndina á kennurunum sérstaklega til að kveðja þá. Ég mætti ekki í morgunmatinn fyrir dimmiteringuna. Ég Dimmiteraði ekki. Ég mætti ekki einusinni á dimmiteringuna.Ég gerði þetta ekki af því að ég hef eitthvað á móti MH. Ég gerði þetta ekki því að</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110211217769840372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110211217769840372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/12/krjpa-nakinn-fyrir-raunveruleikanum.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110177693615918954</id><published>2004-11-30T01:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:08:56.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LágfleygurÉg var afar háfeygur og menningarlegur í gær sökum mikillar listaspýruhegðunar. Það er runnið af mér þannig að þessi færsla verður fremur getulaus...Búinn að bomba í gegn eins og tveimur ritgerðum, einhverjum smærri verkefnum og eins og einu Listasögu lokaprófi. Ennþá sitthvað mallandi á könnuni þó.Missti af Dimmisjón, er nákvæmlega sama. Frétti þó að mínir menn hefðu skemmt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110177693615918954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110177693615918954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/lgfleygur-g-var-afar-hfeygur-og.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110048515841155614</id><published>2004-11-15T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-15T02:21:41.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mamma, ég er hræddur..."If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all his thinking, damages his personality, makes him landlord to a ghost."-Lloyd Cassel Douglas.Það er ógeðslega gaman að vera hræddur í bíó. Þetta er svo góð hræðsla. Hræðsla án afleiðinga.Hvað er hræðsla? Hvaða líkamlega, tilvistarlega hlutverki þjónar þessi tilfinning? Það má leiða líkum að því að þetta sé </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110048515841155614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110048515841155614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/mamma-g-er-hrddur.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-110020267416319864</id><published>2004-11-11T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:52:51.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1929 - 2004Kvótið"Those who call us terrorists wish to prevent world public opinion from discovering the truth about us and from seeing the justice on our faces. They seek to bide the terrorism and tyranny of their acts, and our own posture of self-defence."-Yasser Arafat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110020267416319864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/110020267416319864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/1929-2004-kvti-those-who-call-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109986123770439396</id><published>2004-11-07T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:02:27.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeiglanHöfuð mitt er fullt af slími...Mæli með: Doxytab. Ágætis sýklalyf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109986123770439396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109986123770439396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/deiglan-hfu-mitt-er-fullt-af-slmi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109969385606469769</id><published>2004-11-05T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:35:17.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Góður NóvemberÉg á það til að stéttarskipta áhugamálum mínum dáldið eftir því hvað er að gerast í þeim hverju sinni. Ég hugsa lítið um hnefaleika ef að það er mikið að gerast í kvimyndaheiminum og minna um kvikmyndir ef að hnefaleikaheimurinn er á fullu.Nóvember er þannig að afar lítið er að gerast í kvikmyndaheiminum, allavegana hér heima. Á móti er boxveröldin að vakna eftir leiðinlegan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109969385606469769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109969385606469769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/gur-nvember-g-til-stttarskipta.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109959649912208362</id><published>2004-11-04T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:11:15.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Divided States of EmbarassmentÞetta er slæm vika fyrir frið, frelsi, mannréttindi og sjálfstæða hugsun.Á miðvikudaginn sannaðist það að hræðsla er öflugasta vopn sem hægt er að beita þegar bandaríska þjóðin kaus yfir sig 4 ár til viðbótar af ógnarstjórn George W. Bush. Það sem gerir þessi úrslit ógnvekjandi er að þau er í raun ekki umdeilanleg. Vissulega komu upp allskonar skandalar í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109959649912208362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109959649912208362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/11/divided-states-of-embarassment-etta-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109812644611829157</id><published>2004-10-18T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:11:32.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég gef sætum stelpum meira bland í pokaÞað er satt. Ég inniheld þennan greinilega og skammarlega hégóma. Það er ekki það að ég meini eitthvað með því, en þetta gerist bara svona. Fallegt fólk hefur eitthvað samfélagslega innprentað vald yfir manni sem leifir því að komast áfram án þess að vinna sér inn virðingu fyrir gjörðir sínar.En nóg um það.Mér finnst ekkert ólíklegt að Prodigy sé eitt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109812644611829157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109812644611829157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/10/g-gef-stum-stelpum-meira-bland-poka-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109649996987824092</id><published>2004-09-29T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:19:29.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feed me back...Það er fátt sem mér finnst skemmtilegra heldur en að fá feedback á skrif mín þó það hljómi kannski hégómafullt. Ef það er eitthvað sem er skemmtiegra en það þá er það að fá E-mail sem er ekki að bjóðast til að stækka á mér liminn eða biðja mig um að greiða nokkra hundrað þúsundkalla til að tryggja mér Nígerískan konungsarf.Ég fékk einmitt einkar skemmtilegan ePóst áðan frá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109649996987824092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109649996987824092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/feed-me-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109572150588394668</id><published>2004-09-27T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:26:21.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Biðslóðin"So if you think this is going to save you...If you think anything is going to save you...Please consider this your final warning."Hver er ekki að bíða eftir að láta bjarga sér?Við erum kynslóð í biðstöðu. Draumakynslóðin. Kynslóðin sem var alin upp við þá fullvissu að við gætum orðið hvað sem við vildum. Á flestum okkar liggur engin stéttabyrgði. Við ólumst ekki upp við þann </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109572150588394668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109572150588394668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/bislin-so-if-you-think-this-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109534887142192152</id><published>2004-09-16T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:43:53.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Jack's cold sweat"...And then, something happened.I let go.Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109534887142192152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109534887142192152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-jacks-cold-sweat.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109501327119512159</id><published>2004-09-12T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:21:11.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode to the Setting SunFor birth hath in itself the germ of death,But death hath in itself the germ of birth.It is the falling acorn buds the tree,The falling rain that bears the greenery,The fern-plants moulder when the ferns arise.For there is nothing lives but something dies,And there is nothing dies but something lives.Till skies be fugitives,Till Time, the hidden root of change, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109501327119512159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109501327119512159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/ode-to-setting-sun-for-birth-hath-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109492679628979998</id><published>2004-09-11T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-11T18:21:16.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bloggun í EgilsstýlEdrúmánuðurinn stendur enn. Fór á Hereford með Agli. Hann var fullur og erfiður. Hittum síðan Loru. Hún var full og erfið. Hittum síðan Kidda. Hann var edrú og gamalmennalegur. Pool, vesturbæjartjill, Egilstjill. Stutt stopp í miðbæ Reykjavíkur. BSÍ með Kidda og heim hálf 6.Sakna miðbæjarfyllería ekki neitt.Æi já, Egill kveikti í hárinu á sér í gær...Kvótið"Never be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109492679628979998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109492679628979998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/bloggun-egilsstl-edrmnuurinn-stendur.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109417464301631903</id><published>2004-09-03T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-03T01:27:05.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KyrrstaðaRitstífla.Aðgerðarleysi. Þróunarleysi. Draumleysi. Svefnleysi. Hugmyndaleysi. Markmiðsleysi.Ákveðinn limbó en samt friður í höfði.Kem þessu öllu í lag um helgina vona ég.Kvótið:"On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow." -Friedrich </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109417464301631903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109417464301631903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/09/kyrrstaa-ritstfla.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109399026393907714</id><published>2004-08-31T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:11:03.940Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Punktar* Skipti um undirtitil hérna uppi undir aðaltitlinum. Gerði þetta aðallega til að koma í veg fyrir þann tíða og leiðinlega misskilning að titill þessarar bloggsíðu sé tekinn frá samnefndri skífu Nine Inch Nails. Þeir eru alveg fínir en ég er ekki alveg svona fanatískur. Þetta quote er reyndar full angistarfullt, en það útskýrir samt út á hvað þetta allt gengur.Fyrir frekari útskýringar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109399026393907714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109399026393907714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/punktar-skipti-um-undirtitil-hrna-uppi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109366703043450602</id><published>2004-08-28T04:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-28T04:23:50.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ankanalegir KrankleikarÉg er orðinn líkamlega ófær um að drekka áfengi.Eins og gefur að skilja gerir þetta ekki góða hluti fyrir skemmtana og djamm líferni.Síðasta mánuðinn eða svo hefur þetta samt verið svona hjá mér. Í hvert skipti sem ég hleypi áfengum drykk inn fyrir mínar varir, þótt aðeins í afar hógværu magni sé, bregst ekki að maginn á mér fer bara í fullkomið tjón. Mér verður </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109366703043450602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109366703043450602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/ankanalegir-krankleikar-g-er-orinn.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109337932711427533</id><published>2004-08-24T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:15:07.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Metnaðarfulli NámsmaðurinnÞessi önn er bull.Margar annir mínar hafa reyndar verið bull. Líklegast ástæðan fyrir framlengdri veru minni sem menntaskólanemi á 5. ári. Bring out the Dunce hat!Engin önn hefur þó jafnast á við þessa í námslegu metnaðarleysi!Að vanda er alltaf jafn skemmtilegt fyrir mig að mæta í mína fyrstu tíma því að eins og venjulega man ég ekkert hvað ég valdi og því alltaf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109337932711427533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109337932711427533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/metnaarfulli-nmsmaurinn-essi-nn-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109320714539747423</id><published>2004-08-22T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:39:05.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange DaysMenningarnótt afstaðin.Þessi árlegi viðburður virðist hafa tekið við "Ég er 15 ára stelpa úr árbænum og svo ógeðslega full að pabbi þurfti að sækja mig upp á slysó þar sem ég var búin að æla í veskið mitt" titlinum af 17. júní.Það voru svosem ekki bara 15 ára úthverfagelgjur á perunni, en meira um það örlítið síðar.Ég tók daginn ekkert sérstaklega snemma. Í raun tók ég daginn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109320714539747423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109320714539747423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/strange-days-menningarntt-afstain.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109277367028401258</id><published>2004-08-17T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:15:28.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Þverfaglegur Sannleikur Lífsins“Champions aren’t made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: A desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.” – Muhammad Ali</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109277367028401258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109277367028401258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/verfaglegur-sannleikur-lfsins.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109267266943214283</id><published>2004-08-16T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-16T16:11:09.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FæðingHvaða koma hugmyndir?Er það þegar tugþúsundir mismunandi taugaboða sameinast á einu andartaki og mynda einhverskonar heild? Mynd sem síðan allt í einu birtist svo skýr í hausnum á manni að það er líkt og hún hafi verið brennd þar inn? Mynd sem neitar að yfirgefa hugann á manni fyrr en maður hefur byggt ofan á hana. Myndin verður síðan margar myndir sem á endanum byrja að segja sögu. Allt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109267266943214283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109267266943214283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/fing-hvaa-koma-hugmyndir-er-egar.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109258888899963199</id><published>2004-08-15T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:54:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frekar HellaðurFrekar slappt að vera hálflasinn bestu veðurhelgi ársins. Maður er þóbúinn að gera heiðarlega tilraun til að fara út að skemmta sér en þó ekki verið í neinu ástandi til slíkrar iðju.Verst fann maður fyrir þessu í gær þar sem að hópur af einstaklega yndælu fólki kom saman undir formerkjum grillunar og drykkju. Allir voru einstaklega hressir og hamingjusamir (sérstaklega Egill sem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109258888899963199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109258888899963199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/frekar-hellaur-frekar-slappt-vera.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109242831744866915</id><published>2004-08-13T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-13T20:18:37.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gott Ródtrip"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109242831744866915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109242831744866915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/gott-rdtrip-we-had-two-bags-of-grass.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109234135650628766</id><published>2004-08-12T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:10:59.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skilaboð að ofan?Dreymdi um daginn að ég væri að tala við fólk á MSN...Held að MSN afvötnun sé alveg málið..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109234135650628766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109234135650628766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/skilabo-ofan-dreymdi-um-daginn-g-vri.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109232918763873900</id><published>2004-08-12T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:47:35.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja Vu DeluxeVaknaði fyrir hádegi...Sund...Austurvöllur...Gott fólk, meira og minna sama fólk, gott, sátt fólk...Heit, heit vinna...Veit um verri rútínur en þetta...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109232918763873900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109232918763873900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/deja-vu-deluxe-vaknai-fyrir-hdegi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109224435159136659</id><published>2004-08-11T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:13:38.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LjóstillífunÉg þakkaði skapara mínum fyrir að hafa sannfært mig um að raka höfuð mitt þegar ég gekk út úr húsi í morgun. Svart hár hefur seint verið líklegt til árangurs í sól og 25 stiga hita.Ég er ekki byggður fyrir svona veður. Ég er þakklátur fyrir það og það veitir mér vissulega hamingju en líkami minn vill ekki sjá þetta.Aldrei þessu vant tókst mér þó að njóta þess þar sem ég neyddi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109224435159136659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109224435159136659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/ljstillfun-g-akkai-skapara-mnum-fyrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109208179976636944</id><published>2004-08-09T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:07:15.626Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ofbeldisfulli Helgarróninn"Hey Kiddi...ef við sjáum ekki Babar þegar við förum fyrir þetta horn þá kýli ég þig!"*högg*Eins gott að maður hafi ærna ástæðu þegar maður ákveður að kýla besta vin sinn. Ég biðst engu að síður forláts á hegðun minni Kristinn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109208179976636944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109208179976636944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/ofbeldisfulli-helgarrninn-hey-kiddi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109199753375587597</id><published>2004-08-08T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:08:27.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PlebbismiÉg er búinn að vera að lesa fullt af gömlu dóti sem ég hef skrifað hér, sem og annarsstaðar upp á síkastið. Sumt í fyrsta skipti þar sem ég á það til að lesa einfaldlega ekki hluti sem ég skrifa. Það sem kom mér einna mest á óvart, fyrir utan hvað ég var arfaslakur penni hér áður fyrr, var tilhneiging mín til að rúnka mér á blað. Eftir því sem ég skrifa meira á ég til að verða alveg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109199753375587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109199753375587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/plebbismi-g-er-binn-vera-lesa-fullt-af.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109197543714090532</id><published>2004-08-08T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-08T14:31:04.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harlem Pt. IIIÆi fokk. Síðasta skiptið sem ég tek greiðslukort með mér niður í bæ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109197543714090532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109197543714090532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/harlem-pt_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109185187012972244</id><published>2004-08-07T04:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-07T04:11:58.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harlem Pt. IIDjöfull var þetta slappt kvöld. Á allavegana Gin pelann ennþá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109185187012972244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109185187012972244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/harlem-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109178541230385758</id><published>2004-08-06T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:43:49.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HarlemDjöfull er eitthvað of eitrað að vakna pappírsþunnur á föstudegi...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109178541230385758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109178541230385758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/harlem-djfull-er-eitthva-of-eitra.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109157382997588148</id><published>2004-08-03T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:08:16.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sjanananananananana BATMAN!Það er ótrúlegt hvað einn lítill linkur á Batman.is getur gert fyrir vinsældir manns. Greinilega flerum járnkarlinn hjartfólginn. Svona til að sýna betur fram á hversu miklum stakkaskiptum vinsældirnar tóku bendi ég á súlurtið hér fyrir neðan:Sá sem getur giskað á hvaða daga Batman linkurinn var uppi fær klapp á bakið. Og ekki er aðeins fyndið (og pínulítið </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109157382997588148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109157382997588148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/sjanananananananana-batman-er-trlegt.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109147687142220559</id><published>2004-08-02T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:01:11.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RjóminnEins og glöggir lesendur hafa vafalítið tekið eftir hefur bæst við nýr liður í dálkinn hérna hægra meginn sem ber titilinn Rjóminn. Eins og þetta smekklega nafn gefur til kynna er hér um að ræða það sem ég tel vera rjómann af þeim færslun sem ég hef ritað á þetta blogg frá fæðingu þess.Ég ætla ekki að ganga svo langt að halda því fram að þessar færslur skilgreini mig sem persónu en þær </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109147687142220559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109147687142220559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/08/rjminn-eins-og-glggir-lesendur-hafa.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109131137093398840</id><published>2004-07-31T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:02:50.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Takk fyrir og BlessÞað er eitthvað mjög aftengjandi og sorglegt við að sjá stríðsmann og fyrstu raunverulegu hetjuna sína lúta í strigann í síðasta skiptið.Ég man þegar ég var 11 ára gamall. Ég hafði lítinn áhuga á íþróttum og ekkert vit á hnefaleikum. Allt í kringum mig var samt verið að hvírsla "Tyson...hann er kominn aftur". Auðvitað þekkti ég nafnið, reyndar þekkti ég bara tvö nöfn: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109131137093398840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109131137093398840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/takk-fyrir-og-bless-er-eitthva-mjg.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109106704151127758</id><published>2004-07-29T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-29T02:10:41.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeateríkJesus asks "What is thy name?" he receives the reply "My name is Legion, for we are many." Biblían er kannski full af bulli en hún hefur skemmtilegt lag á epísku drama. Hversu svalur díalógur er þetta frá djöflinum þegar jesú reynir að særa hann út úr einhverjum gaur? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109106704151127758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109106704151127758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/teaterk-jesus-asks-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109104116771528363</id><published>2004-07-28T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:59:27.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirty Harry skítur sig í fótinn Kvikmyndin Blood Work eftir jaxlinn Clint Eastwood sló í gær óstaðfest heimsmet í að vera fyrirsjáanleg þegar undirrituðum tókst að sjá út morðingjann út úr trailernum. Rífur hún þar með metið úr greipum kvikmyndarinnar The Others, en mér tókst ekki að sjá í gegnum hana fyrr en ég sá myndina sjálfa og þá tók það góðar 40 mínútur.Skoðið endilega trailerinn ef </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109104116771528363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109104116771528363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/dirty-harry-sktur-sig-ftinn-kvikmyndin.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-10909853603240233</id><published>2004-07-28T03:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T03:29:20.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Og hver segir að Heimdellingar kunni ekki að djamma? Tekið af Stefaneinar.com:"Í gær kom yfir mig ofvirkniskast einsog stundum vill gerast. Þegar ég hafði lokið vinnu upp úr klukkan hálf fimm hélt ég rakleitt heim, fékk mér eitthvað örlítið í svanginn. Eftir það hélt ég upp á golfvöll þar sem ég spilaði 18 holur og gerði það með glæsibrag. Þegar heim var komið snæddi ég kvöldverð með pabba,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/10909853603240233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/10909853603240233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/og-hver-segir-heimdellingar-kunni-ekki.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109098461628554722</id><published>2004-07-28T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T03:16:56.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kenningin sannast Mike Tyson á ekkert lengur. Hann hefur tapað öllum eim auði sem honum hefur áskotnast í gegnum langan feril sinn og skuldar nú yfir $30 milljónir. Hann hefur misst villurnar sínar, bílana sína, bátana sína og flugvélina.  Um leið og dollararnir fuku fór kærastan. Fylgdarmenn hans létu sig einnig hverfa hver á fætur öðrum.Í dag leigir Mike Tyson litla íbúð nálægt æfingasalnum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109098461628554722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109098461628554722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/kenningin-sannast-um-lei-og.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109098037456144505</id><published>2004-07-28T02:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-28T02:06:14.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment Jæja, þá er ég aftur búinn að skipta yfir í gamla góða Haloscan commentakerfið þar sem þetta blogger rusl leyfði bara þeim sem voru skráðir hjá þeim að commenta og það ekki öllum. Ég hef því snúið til baka í gamla góða þar til Blogger sér að sér og opnar það annars ágæta commentakerfi fyrir almenning!Comment away...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109098037456144505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109098037456144505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/comment-jja-er-g-aftur-binn-skipta.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109086938881905605</id><published>2004-07-26T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-26T19:47:29.406Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ekkert nýtt undir sólinni Fín helgi, ef ekki ómarkverð. Klassískt hegðunarmynstur firrtrar lífsmyndar minnar lét kræla á sér. *Rólegur fimmtudagur. Endaði í góðu spjalli í rólunum fyrir utan Austurbæjarskóla. Labbað heim geislaspilaralaus upp í kópavog. Kallaði á frumlegar aðferðir til að hafa ofan af fyrir sér á langri göngu, eins og að hringja misvinsæl símtöl í mishresst fólk (klukkan var</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109086938881905605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109086938881905605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/ekkert-ntt-undir-slinni-fn-helgi-ef.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109068779355880347</id><published>2004-07-24T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:49:53.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Varðandi...Síðasta færsla var skrifuð undir sterkum áhrifum lífrænna leysiefna...en jújú..líf mitt er fínt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109068779355880347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109068779355880347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/varandi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109065271784261984</id><published>2004-07-24T07:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-24T07:05:44.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aðfararnótt Laugardags Jæja, núna er klukkan rúlmlega 7 og ég var að koma inn úr dyrunum... Held ég geti með sanni sagt að ég sé ástfanginn af eigin lífi... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109065271784261984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109065271784261984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/afararntt-laugardags-jja-nna-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109053159433104542</id><published>2004-07-22T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:29:37.626Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Svaðilför Nú er útlit fyrir það að ég láti mig hverfa frá allri siðmenningu út á hjara veraldar...eða réttara sagt Víkur í Mýrdal þar sem ég mun gerast þræll í mánuð við leikmyndasmíðar. Talaði við pabba sem er verkstjóri þarna áðan og hann var duglegur að selja mér hversu frábært þetta væri alltsaman: "Við verðum að byggja þarna upp á fjalli..algjört veðravíti...hefur ekki verið gott veður </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109053159433104542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109053159433104542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/svailfr-n-er-tlit-fyrir-a-g-lti-mig.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109050571806346156</id><published>2004-07-22T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:15:18.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hvíti VíkingurinnPíanósnillingurinn og ljúfmennið Víkingur er kominn aftur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109050571806346156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109050571806346156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/hvti-vkingurinn-pansnillingurinn-og.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109028881149746622</id><published>2004-07-20T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-20T02:00:11.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viðbættar Bætur Bætti þeim Dodda og Helga Hrafni við æ-stækkandi lista yfir blogg sem ég kíki reglulega inn á. Báðir eru þetta ágætir MRingar (eða fyrrum MRingar) og mætir pennar. Mæli með...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109028881149746622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109028881149746622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/vibttar-btur-eim-dodda-og-helga-hrafni.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109026089040455604</id><published>2004-07-19T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:14:50.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the deal yo? Ok, það á venjulega að vera frekar góður díll þegar foreldrar manns fara út á land og maður fær að ráfa einn um gangana ótruflaður, en það dregur dálítið úr hamingjunni þegar undirritaðir foreldrar eru illar blóðsjúgandi neyslumaskínur sem taka allt sem er gott við þetta hús með sér norður á land í ótilgreindan tíma! Fyrsta áfallið kom þegar ég fattaði að afruglarinn var </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109026089040455604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109026089040455604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-deal-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-109018947470812584</id><published>2004-07-18T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:24:34.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Furðulegir Dagar Síðustu dagar og vikur hafa verið frekar furðulegar. Ég hef verið í hálfgerðu millibilsástandi, í lausu lofti. Sumarið byrjaði mjög vel og hefur í raun verið mjög gott en mér hefur fundist eins og eitthvað hafi vantað, enhvern neysta til að kveikja undir manni. Dögunum hefur mestmegnis verið eytt í vinnu, við tölvu, í ópersónulegri líkamsræktarstöð eða á hinum ýmsustu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109018947470812584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/109018947470812584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/furulegir-dagar-en-hva-er-mli.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108994322857583212</id><published>2004-07-16T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-16T02:14:39.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Af Rituðu Máli   Jæja, sama vanalega bloggleysið hérna. Svosem ekkert nýtt.   Þetta hefur verið vika ritaðs máls, sem ég verð að viðurkenna að ég hef vanrækt illa það sem af er sumri. Ég keypti mér hvorki meira né minna en 5 bækur (reyndar 4 saman í pakka) og las eitt stykki kvikmyndahandrit.   Batman Begins   Þrátt fyrir að vera annálaður kvikmyndanörd er þetta fyrsta heila </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108994322857583212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108994322857583212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/af-rituu-mli.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108932229591602090</id><published>2004-07-08T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-08T21:31:35.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Illugi!Öllum (4) lesendum mínum er hérmeð skipað að lesa opna bréfið sem Illugi Jökulsson skrifaði til Davíðs Oddssonar í DV í dag. Það allrabesta sem +ég hef lesið um þessi mál öll í langan tíma og ábyggilega það besta sem birst hefur í DV á þessari öld...sem segir svosem ekki mikið...Djöfull er þetta samt að verða mikið pólitíkusavellublogg, enganvegin nógu gott. Held að málið sé að snúa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108932229591602090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108932229591602090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/illugi-llum-4-lesendum-mnum-er-hrme.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108928828265160126</id><published>2004-07-08T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:04:42.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LobbaLovísa hefur hérmeð endurheimt stöðu sína á linkalistanum eftir stutta fjarveru. Þessu endurinntaka er þó með þeim skilyrðum að hún haldi úti virku og skemmtilegu bloggi!Velkomin..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108928828265160126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108928828265160126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/lobba-lovsa-hefur-hrme-endurheimt-stu.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108907495242798003</id><published>2004-07-06T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-06T00:49:12.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I be back!Maður má ekki bregða sér á landi brott í viku án þess að einhver tilraun sé gerð til að analnauðga lýðræðinu hérna....þarf eitthvað að gera...Allavegana...gott að koma heim, gott að fara í alvöru bað, gott að leggjast í rúmið sitt....ekkert slæmt um þetta að segja.Roskilde langloka væntanleg...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108907495242798003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108907495242798003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-be-back-maur-m-ekki-brega-sr-landi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108802864618072888</id><published>2004-06-23T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:36:40.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rolluhjörðin hrapar...Hef ekki verið neitt sérstaklega inspíreraður til að skrifa hérna síðustu misserin. Ég hef t.d. ekkert tjáð mig um fjölmiðlalagamálið margumtalaða og er það í hálfu með ráðum gert, bæði sökum ofumtals og vegna þess að skoðanir mínar á þessu öllu saman rokka mikið til og frá.Ég er mótfallinn þessari lagasetningu. Ég er mótfallinn aðferðarfræðinni sem var í kringum hana, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108802864618072888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108802864618072888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/06/rolluhjrin-hrapar.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108658693325683986</id><published>2004-06-07T05:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-07T05:42:13.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Topplistakvikmyndadót...Jæja, þá er komið að því, mín heiðarlega tilraun til að setja saman einhverskonar topplista yfir þær kvikmyndir sem ég tel vera mínar uppáhalds. Það er g´riðarlega erfitt að setja saman svona lista, og tímafrekt fyrir orðlangann mann eins og mig þannig að ég hef ákveðið að skipta þessum lista í þrennt og kynni ég fyrsta partinn hér fyrir neðan en hann samanstendur af 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108658693325683986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108658693325683986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/06/topplistakvikmyndadt.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108638269669153172</id><published>2004-06-04T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:58:16.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ruslpóstur eða eitthvað dýpra?"necromancers remain worldly.A few ballerinas, and sheriff over fundraiser) to arrive at a state of cargo bayocean inside, cigar about, and beyond freight train are what made America great!Bryan, although somewhat soothed by demon living with demon and pickup truck near steam engine.tendency ironic corpuscular mortify amid fahey heredity sexual"Pæling...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108638269669153172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108638269669153172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/06/ruslpstur-ea-eitthva-dpra-necromancers.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108624501148236582</id><published>2004-06-03T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-03T06:43:31.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AðfararnóttEr það aðfarar eða aðfara?Klukkan er allt of seint....eða allt of snemmt...fer eftir því við hvað þú vinnur..fyrir ekki 10 mínútum síðan lá ég upp í rúminu mínu með lokuð augun. Of mikið Koffein.Koffein hefur áhrif á hjartsláttinn. Ég er ábyggilega í 90 slögum núna. Hjartlátturinn verður til þess að blóðið hreyfist hraðar..blóðið hreyfist og hitastigið hækkar...hitastigið hækkar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108624501148236582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108624501148236582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/06/afararntt-er-afarar-ea-afara-klukkan.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108613467873599635</id><published>2004-06-01T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-02T01:28:00.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Af KvikmyndagerðÞað eiga sér allri drauma. Að verða kvikmyndagerðarmaður varð seint draumur hjá mér, en ég ætlaði alltaf að verða fornleifafræðingur og verða þar með fyrsti maðurinn sem yrði boðinn í heimsókn í Jurassic Park þegar hann loksins opnar...Síðustu 3-4 ár hefur hugur minn samt verið í einstefnu. Ég hef alltaf haft áhuga á kvikmyndum, alveg síðan ég man eftir mér, en aldrei dottið í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108613467873599635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108613467873599635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/06/af-kvikmyndager-eiga-sr-allri-drauma.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108584960981460795</id><published>2004-05-29T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:53:29.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FréttaskotLífið er frábært!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108584960981460795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108584960981460795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/frttaskot-lfi-er-frbrt.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108568451584225304</id><published>2004-05-27T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:04:43.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vikan..Já, ég var búinn að skrifa góða 1500 orða færslu um kvikmyndir og kvikmyndagerð og hvað það væri sem heillaði mig þar, en mér tókst að loka internet explorer glunnanum áður en verkinu var lokið og allt glataðist....bömmer...Ætli ég skrifi þetta ekki aftur við tækifæri...Annars er þetta búin að vera nokkuð mikið feit vika (fyrir utan almenna geðveilu Davíðs Oddssonar sem ég neita að </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108568451584225304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108568451584225304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/vikan.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108542268598592330</id><published>2004-05-24T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:19:46.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FréttatilkynningLýðræðið varð fyrir fólskulegri árás rétt eftir klukkan hálf 2 í alþingishúsi íslendinga dag. Aðförin átti sér stað undir opnum sölum og í beinni sjóvarpsútsendinu og hafa kennsl verið borin á árásarmennina sem taldir eru vera Davíð Oddson, Halldór Ásgrímsson og hópur heilalausra fauta undir þeirra stjórn.Lýðræðið liggur nú þungt haldið í örmum Forseta Íslands sem mun ákvarða </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108542268598592330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108542268598592330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/frttatilkynning-lri-var-fyrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108534535577554601</id><published>2004-05-23T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-23T23:34:35.156Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MinimaníaJæja, þá er maður aftur búinn að skipta um template og kominn með nýtt kommentakerfi. Þar af leiðandi hafa öll ykkar gömlu komment horfið og er það verr. Verðið bara að byrja upp á nýtt!Annars hafa síðustu dagar verið frekar góðir á því bara. Fullt af liði að útskrifast í gær og notaði það tækifærið og gaf mér ókeypis áfengi sem ég þáði með þökkum (og ölvun). Bærinn var samt frekar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108534535577554601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108534535577554601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/minimana-jja-er-maur-aftur-binn-skipta.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108506982334744569</id><published>2004-05-20T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:17:03.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nýtt útlitAmores Perros, ein allra besta mynd sem ég hef séð...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108506982334744569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108506982334744569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/ntt-tlit-amores-perros-ein-allra-besta.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108502754178419238</id><published>2004-05-20T04:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-20T04:32:21.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andgift rísandi sólar?Jæja, búinn að afgreiða eitt stykki stuttmyndahandrit það sem af er sumri (sem er ekki mikið). Kannski verður þetta frjótt sumar eftir allt saman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108502754178419238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108502754178419238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/andgift-rsandi-slar-jja-binn-afgreia.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108502333540088710</id><published>2004-05-20T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-20T04:28:55.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tónlist...Ég var að hugsa aðeins um þróun tónlistarsmekks míns og hversu "all over the place" hann hefur verið í gegnum árin.Ég byrjaði frekar seint að hlusta mikið á tónlist, eða í miðjum gaggó en hafði aðeins hlustað á tónlist í slitrum fram að því og aðeins átt einn raunverulegan uppáhaldsdisk.Ég ætla s.s. að taka saman alla þá diska sem ég hef skilgreint sem mína uppáhaldsdiska í gegnum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108502333540088710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108502333540088710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/tnlist.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108490401045165286</id><published>2004-05-18T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:13:30.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breytingar?Blogglöngun hverfandi...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108490401045165286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108490401045165286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/breytingar-blogglngun-hverfandi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108464096837044506</id><published>2004-05-15T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-15T17:09:28.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Metró sexjúal?Það er undarlegt nhvernig hæfileikar manns raðast niður með tímanum. Einn hæfileiki minn sem ég er smátt og smátt að uppgötva er auga mitt fyrir lita og formasamsetningum sem virðist gefa mér gott auga fyrir samsvörun í fatnaði og innanhúsarkítektur...ekkert prímahæfileiki ef mðaur vill vera þekktur fyrir sitt "rugged manlyness".Þetta er komið á það sorglega stig að ég er í raun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108464096837044506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108464096837044506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/metr-sexjal-er-undarlegt-nhvernig.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108449833565145961</id><published>2004-05-14T01:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:32:15.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haaa?Hver ætlar síðan að bjóða mér í feita útskriftarveislu?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108449833565145961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108449833565145961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/haaa-hver-tlar-san-bja-mr-feita.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108439672404923919</id><published>2004-05-12T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-12T21:18:44.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VorreiðinJæja, Prófin (í mínu tilfelli prófið) búin og sumarið framundan.Á vorin er ekki óalgengt að fólk fari að finna fyrir ofnæmum með tilkomu hitabreytinga og aukins fjölda frjókorna í loftinu.Það bregst ekki að árlega fæ ég sama ofnæmið. Ofnæmi fyrir samfélaginu og í raun lífinu sjálfu.Ég held að þetta hafi eitthvað að gera með það að á þessu tímabili eiga sér ávalt stað ákveðnar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108439672404923919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108439672404923919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/vorreiin-jja-prfin-mnu-tilfelli-prfi.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108354704430088000</id><published>2004-05-03T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-03T01:21:39.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSN-aður áðí!Já...það hefur verið mikil uppsveifla í fólki sem er að adda mér á MSN listana sína upp á síkastið, sem mér finnst vel. Mér finnst það meira að segja svo vel að ég ætla að skora á ALLA dygga lesendur mína að adda mér á sinn MSN lista svo mér líði eins og ég eigi fullt, fullt af vinum.Sérstaklega eru núverandi og fráfarandi MHingar velkomnir þar sem ljótt er að missa samband við </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108354704430088000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108354704430088000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/msn-aur-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108351699527832316</id><published>2004-05-02T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-02T17:00:49.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ég um Hvern?Frekar þunnur þrettándi þegar maður er farinn að pósta tímaverkefnum í Heimspeki 203 á bloggið sitt...--------------Það er merkilegt að svipast um í heiminum í dag. Þessir turnar sem byggðir eru allstaðar, hvort sem þeir eru úr steypu og stáli eða glerhugmyndafræði. Maður lítur í kringum sig og sér allt í kringum sig einhverja fyrirframákveðna kjörútgáfu af lífinu ljósritaða í </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108351699527832316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108351699527832316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/05/g-um-hvern-frekar-unnur-rettndi-egar.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108334563906376543</id><published>2004-04-30T17:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:24:50.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>428Jæja. Síðasti skóladagur annarinnar í dag. Gott stöff.Ótal lokaverkefnum skila, þar á meðallokaverkefninu í enskum spennusagnaáfanga. Minn hópur ákvað að skrifa handrit, sem var og gert. Kynningin er áverkenfinu var fyrir ofan garð og neðan þar sem efnistöki handritsins er mjög erfitt að kynna án þess að skemma fyrir söguþræðinum sjálfum, og býður einfaldur svartur texti handrits ekki upp á</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108334563906376543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108334563906376543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/428-jja.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108264412270726173</id><published>2004-04-22T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:32:43.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sumardagurinn fyrstisól skín á himnibörn leika sér á götukrummi að vinna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108264412270726173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108264412270726173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/sumardagurinn-fyrsti-sl-skn-himni-brn.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108260691975043510</id><published>2004-04-22T04:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-22T04:12:40.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smalltalk í gegnum internetiðmanneskja spyr mig"hvað gerðir þú um helgi?"hugsa um sjálfsmorð</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108260691975043510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108260691975043510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/smalltalk-gegnum-interneti-manneskja.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108257945672838795</id><published>2004-04-21T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:35:26.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HaikuHéðan í frá mun ég einungins tjá mig í haikum.---Fugl í himninumMaðkur skríður í jörðuMaður á steypu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108257945672838795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108257945672838795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/haiku-han-fr-mun-g-einungins-tj-mig.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108249658640935460</id><published>2004-04-20T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:33:45.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fargo...var að horfa á hana í dag...búinn að gleyma hversu óendanlega góð hún er...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108249658640935460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108249658640935460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/fargo.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108198074101160743</id><published>2004-04-14T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:16:37.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hugstormur, Hugmyndir, Hugsjónir, HugletiÞað er stundum nauðsynlegt að setjast niður og setja hlutina í samhengi.Ég hef lengi stefnt að kvikmyndagerð en þó hafa markmið mín ætíð verið fremur óljós og leiðin sé ég mundi taka ókunn. Ég virka þannig að ég fæ ótal misgóðar hugmyndir í hvert skitpi sem ég sit í strætó eða labba. Flestum hendi ég en nokkrar lifa af og eiga það til að naga mig lengi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108198074101160743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108198074101160743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/hugstormur-hugmyndir-hugsjnir-hugleti.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108181266653185202</id><published>2004-04-12T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:34:54.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Firra...Ég er farinn að hata gaurinn sem les inn á allt á Skjá 1 alveg fáránlega mikið. Gaurinn er með svo asnalegur áherslur og svo mikið að þykjast vera dimmraddaður!Mér finnst samt firrt að vera með skoðun á manni sem les eitthvað dót inn á sjónvarpið...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108181266653185202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108181266653185202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/firra.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029807.post-108179439137723969</id><published>2004-04-12T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-12T18:35:38.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Penninn er máttugri en...Það er satt að penninn er máttugri en flestir hlutir þegar kemur að hreinni sköpun. Ég held að fæstir geri sér í raun grein fyrir þeim ótrúlegu möguleikum sem hið skrifaða orð hefur upp á að bjóða, þrátt fyrir að nota þetta tól á hverjum einasta degi.Penninn gerir eiganda hans að guði, eða að því næst. Þegar þú sest niður og ákveður að segja sögu þá ertu í raun orðinn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108179439137723969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5029807/posts/default/108179439137723969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krummo.blogspot.com/2004/04/penninn-er-mttugri-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Krummi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14040074636876607802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://archives.thedaily.washington.edu/1999/101499/N91.fight.club.1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
