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www.stupid-nations.blogspot.com &amp; www.1st-price.bloggspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110956793074505535</id><published>2005-02-28T05:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T05:22:11.006Z</updated><title type='text'>No time to sleep!</title><content type='html'>I’m so happy right now. The clock is 5am and school starts after 3 ours. I was just watching the Oscar. What a night. I got all my wishes fulfilled except one. I got Hilary Swank for best actress. I got Cate Blanchett for actress in a supporting role. I got Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for writing. I did NOT get Leonardo Dicaprio as a best actor but instead I got Clint Eastwood as a best director an then as the greatest gift of all, and the biggest surprise, MILLION DOLLAR BABY as the best movie by beating Aviator, (That also was a great movie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is all the winner…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ART DIRECTIONTHE AVIATOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34481.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dante Ferretti (Art Direction); Francesca Lo Schiavo (Set Decoration)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34458.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ANIMATED FEATURE FILMTHE INCREDIBLES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34473.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brad Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAKEUPLEMONY SNICKET'S A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34471.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valli O'Reilly and Bill Corso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTUME DESIGNTHE AVIATOR&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34479.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sandy Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34464.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; THE AVIATOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCUMENTARY FEATUREBORN INTO &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BROTHELS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34487.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ross Kauffman and Zana Briski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM EDITINGTHE AVIATOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34469.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thelma Schoonmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITING (ADAPTED SCREENPLAY)SIDEWAYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34484.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Screenplay by Alexander Payne &amp; Jim Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISUAL EFFECTSSPIDER-MAN 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34482.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John Dykstra, Scott Stokdyk, Anthony LaMolinara and John Frazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT FILM (LIVE ACTION)WASP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34476.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Andrea Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT FILM (ANIMATED)RYAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34474.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chris Landreth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINEMATOGRAPHYTHE AVIATOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34576.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUND MIXINGRAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34480.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scott Millan, Greg Orloff, Bob Beemer and Steve Cantamessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUND EDITINGTHE INCREDIBLES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34478.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michael Silvers and Randy Thom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECTMIGHTY TIMES: THE CHILDREN'S MARCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34467.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robert Hudson and Bobby Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC (SCORE)FINDING NEVERLAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34468.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jan A.P. Kaczmarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; MUSIC (SONG)THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTORCYCLE DIARIES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34470.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Al Otro Lado Del Río"Music and Lyric by Jorge Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/win_34483.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Swank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILMTHE SEA INSIDE SpainDirected by Alejandro Amenábar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRITING (ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY)ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND Screenplay by Charlie Kaufman; Story by Charlie Kaufman &amp; Michel Gondry &amp;amp; Pierre Bismuth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE Jamie Foxx RAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIRECTING MILLION DOLLAR BABY Clint Eastwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST PICTURE MILLION DOLLAR BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Clint Eastwood, Albert S. 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Hann var eini hvíti maðurinn með svartar hendur. Giftist 13 ára frænku sinni og gaf Englandi puttann. Seinni heimstyrjöldin var honum hliðholl og Elvis sjálfur varð að lúta honum. Alls átti hann 7 eiginkonur, 3 syni, 2 dætur og eina kærustu. Maður er nefndur Lewis, Jerry Lee Lewis. Sá fyrsti sem ofbauð bæði svörtum og hvítum með tónlist sinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það var 87 dögum fyrir jóladag, fjórum árum fyrir stríð, þegar Elvis nokkur Presley var 8 mánaða eða þann 29 september, að Elmo Lewis og Mary Ethel Lewis eignuðust strák. “Lee” nafnið, kom úr móður ætt. “Lewis” nafnið var hinsvegar úr föður ættinni. Þessu var öllu skeytt saman og úr kom “Jerry Lee Lewis”.&lt;br /&gt;Framtíðin var björt. Lewis fjölskyldan var vel efnuð og af góðum ættum. Árið 1819 lést Thomas C. Lewis (afi Jerry’s) og kona hans fylgdi honum eftir sama ár. Thomas Lewis var virtur dómari og skyldi eftir sig háa fjárupphæð sem deildist jafnt á milli barna hans. Elmo Lewis (faðir Jerry’s) var eitt þeirra. Thomas var þekktur fyrir miskunnsemi og umhyggju, en hann var líka þrekvaxin og skapmikill. Þekkt var það, að ef hestar hans hlýddu ekki þá notaði hann hnefan á þá þar til þeir hnigu niður, en sama dag gat hann sleppt helming þræla sinna.&lt;br /&gt;Á þessum árum, 1900-1950, voru Meþódistar og Babtistar afar sterk trúfélög í Bandaríkjunnum. Svipað ástand var þá í Bandaríkjunnum eins og var þegar Kaþólskakirkjan réð ríkjum hér áður, þ.e.a.s. að kirkjan hafði heljartak á fólkinu svo engin gerði neitt nema í hræðslu við vítisvist. Fjölskylda Jerry’s var afar trúuð, og besti vinur Jerry’s og frændi hans, Jimmy Swaggart var prestur. Þegar þeir voru littlir eyddu þeir nánast öllum stundum saman. Jerry gekk hinsvegar lengra en Jimmy og stalst á svertingja böll þegar Jimmy hætti sér ekki nálægt þeim. Svertingja tónlist var talinn saminn af djöflinum sjálfum og þeir sem heyrðu hana þyrftu á fyrirgefningu að halda.&lt;br /&gt;Þegar Jerry var átta ára, var byggð kirkja í bænum hans. Strax var stofnaður skóli í kirkjunni og Jerry hóf skólagöngu. Hann áttaði sig fljótlega á, að það sem kennt var, var kannski ekki allur sannleikurinn, svertingjar voru ekki í Bandarískri sögu, og ekki var efnið sniðað að nútímanum og einstaklingunum eins og þeir voru. Faðir Jimmy’s hafði þó trölla trú á kennslunni. Jimmy ákvað því að leggja hart að sér en notaði allan frítímann í að læðast á svertingja samkomur þar sem “rokk” var spilað. Hann fékk fljótlega viðurnefnið, “hvíti maðurinn með svertingja hendurnar” og fór fljótlega að spila fyrir dansi á slíkum samkomum, þó ekki með vitund fjölskyldu sinnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy gat þó ekki bara gleymt kristni fortíð sinni og vissi ávallt að sú tónlist sem hann var að spila var ekki sú sem spila mætti í kirkjum. Frægt er, að þegar hann var á einni slíkri samkomu, þá gekk hann upp að píanó spilaranum og spurði hann beint út.&lt;br /&gt;“Hefur þú einhvertíman séð Djöfulinn?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hvert skipti sem ég verð fullur,strákur, hvert skipti!”&lt;br /&gt;Sagði maðurinn og gekk burt.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þrátt fyrir að persóna Jerry’s sýndi sig þannig að honum var allveg sama um allt nema tónlistina, þá sýnir framkoma hans og líf að hann þurfti alltaf að sannfæra sjálfan sig að tónlistin færi vel saman við kirkjuna.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry fór að spila fyrir áhorfendum rétt fyrir stríðið í Víetnam. Árið 1949, tók Jerry Lee í fyrsta sinn greiðslu fyrir tónlist sína, þar spilaði hann sína sérstöku tónlist, þar sem hann blandaði blús (sem aðeins svertingjar spiluðu) og sveitatónlist (country), þessu blandaði hann svo við trúartónlist, svo allir yrðu svona þokkalega ánægðir. Pabbi hans var með honum og lét hattinn sinn ganga og þeir söfnuðu 13 dollurum þetta kvöld.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þetta var hinsvegar erfiður tími þar sem bæði Bítlalögin voru fræg og svo Elvis sjálfur var á beinni leið á toppinn. Jerry spila mörg lög eftir sig sjálfan, en tók svo upp á því að taka viðurnefnið sitt alvarlega, Hvíti maðurinn með svörtu hendina. Á einu ballinu með svörtum vinum sínum, heyrði hann lag sem hann vissi hann gæti gert frægt. Þá fór hann að spila fullt af lögum sem þar voru spiluð. Útvarpið í bænum, WANT, fór að veita honum athygli og nokkur lög voru spiluð eftir hann og varð Jerry fljótlega mjög vinsæll hjá yngri kynslóðinni. Það var sama útgáfufyrirtækið sem uppgvötaði Jerry Lee og uppgvötað Presley sjálfan og ætti það að hafa verið hrós fyrir Lewis. Sjálfur var hann mikill aðdáandi Presleys, en hann vissi þó að hann gæti orðið stærri en Elvis sjálfur, og heppnin var með honum. Elvis var kallaður í herinn og sendur til Víetnam. Á meðan vantaði tónlistarhetju og Jerry gerði það eina rétta í stöðunni. Tók vinsælasta svertingja lagið og gerði að sínu. Great Balls of Fire, gull platan, kom út árið 1957. Bæði titillagið og lagið, Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On, Slógu strax í gegn, ásamt því að vera bannað í flestum ríkjum Bandaríkjanna, vegna tilvístun í kynlíf. Great balls of fire, seldist í meira en 5 milljónum&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; eintaka og Whole lotta shakin’ seldist í langt um meira en 5 milljónum eintaka og var í fyrsta sæti á vinsældalista í meira en 5 löndum.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry var þekktur fyrir að vera villtur og láta ekkert stöðva sig. Meðan þetta var allt að gerast og velgengni loks að fara af stað, þá bjó hann hjá besta vini sínum og trommuleikaranum í bandinu. Þar framdi hann verknað sem seinna átti eftir að koma íllilega niður á honum í tónleikaferðalagi í Englandi og seinna meir í Bandaríkjunum. Því þar varð hann hrifin af 13 ára dóttur besta vinar síns og frænda, Myra Gail Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þau héldu sambandi sínu leyndu í nokkrar vikur en enduðu svo að gifta sig án vitundar foreldra hennar, þann 21 febrúar. Sagan segir að bræður Myra Gail, hafi hótað Jerry Lee, svo hann myndi ganga að eiga hana. En þetta var þó aldrei staðfest af Jerry, né neinum öðrum En þar sem bæði Jerry Lee og faðir Myra Gail, voru báðir í þann mund að slá í gegn, þá var allt látið kyrrt liggja og Jerry Lee lét byggja bleikt dúkku hús fyrir konu sína sem þau fluttu inn í.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eftir að hafa gefið út gullplötu sama ár og átt tvö lög í efsta sæti á vinsældarlistanum bæði í Bandaríkjunum og Englandi, var það ákveðið að fara í tónleikarferðalag til Englands. Það þótti mikil djörfung þar sem bæði Bítlarnir voru enn mjög vinsælir og Elvis Presley þótti fínni en þessi svertingjasleikja.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Lee ákvað þó að fara og var það kannski í eðli hans, þar sem hann elskaði að fara upp á móti öllum og ákvað líka að taka Myra Gail Brown, 13 ára konu sína með sér. Það gerði að sjálfsögðu bæði föður hennar og allt annað brjálað. Bandið var ekki komið lengra en á flugvöllinn í Englandi þegar upp komst að Jerry hafði gift sig 13 ára stúlku. Fjölmiðlar sprungu þegar þeir áttuðu sig á þessu og út um allan bæ voru kominn upp skilti sem á voru letruð: Barnaníðingur, og álíka lýsingar. Ákveðið var að fara heim aftur, en Jerry Lee hélt ekki og tónleikarnir voru haldnir þar sem færri en 20 manns mættu. Ein frægustu orð Jerry Lee’s komu svo á flugvellinum þegar hann var að fara. Þar sem fréttamenn spurðu hvort hann vildi segja eitthvað við ensku þjóðina svona rétt í lokinn og voru þeir í raun að biðja um fyrirgefningu, og viðurkenningu um það að greind Englendinga væri meiri en Bandaríkjamanna hvað varðar að þeir kipptu sér upp við þennan sifjaspell. Jerry Lee spennti bringuna og sagði hátt. England getur farið í rassgat. Heim var flogið og við tók erfiður tími. Bandaríkjamenn snéru líka baki við goðið, og Jerry var bókstaflega neyddur til að skrifa undir afsökunarbeiðni á atferli sínu, giftingunni, og afsökunarbeiðnin var svo birt í öllum helstu dagblöðum landsins.&lt;br /&gt;Líf Jerry Lee Lewis, var eitt það skrautlegasta líf sem ég hef lesið um. Tónlist hans hefur verið í miklu uppáhaldi hjá mér og persónan, sú sem lætur ekkert stöðva sig, hefur einnig verið í uppáhaldi hjá mér. Það er hinsvegar alveg ljóst, að stærsti bardagi Jerry’s var við sjálfan sig. Innst inni trúði hann því að tónlist sú sem hann spilaði, væri stígur hans til eldvítis. “Ég er að draga hlustendur mína til helvítis með mér”&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; eru orð hans á ævisögu sinni, Hellfire. Hann fór að mæta í kirkju eftir að hafa verið kallaður barnaníðingur en gaf kirkjunni samvisku sína, þegar hann gaf stórpredikarinum, frænda sínum og besta vini, Jimmy Swaggart, glænýjan sportbíl, svo hann gæti haldið áfram boðun sinni í almennilegum bíl.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6"&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Lee, var settur í sömu körfu og Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins og Johnny Cash, en Milljón dollarar kvarteinninn, eins og þeir voru kallaðir, voru allir uppgvötaðir í Sun Studio. En villt líf Jerrys endaði ekki þarna. Í apríl mánuði 1971, skildi Myra Gail við hann og í október var hann giftur aftur.&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7"&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt; Á 41 afmælisdegi sínum, 1976, skaut Jerry bassaleikara sinn, Butch Owens í brjóstið. Butch lifði þó af. Sama ár er&lt;br /&gt;hann handtekinn fyrir utan Graceland, búgarð Elvis Presley.&lt;br /&gt;Frá því að vera aðdáandi, til þess að verða sá besti. Þegar hann frétti af andláti kóngsins, Elvis Presley, sagði Jerry Lee: “Ég var glaður að Elvis er dáin. Bara enn einn úr veginum. Ég meina, Elvis þetta og Elvis hitt, þetta er það eina sem ég heyri. Hvað í fjáranum gerði Elvis annað en að ná í dóp sem ég ekki náði í?”&lt;br /&gt;Árið 2005 fékk Jerry svo “Árangusverðlaunin” (All Time Achieve Award) og þykir það mikill heiður. Jerry Lee Lewis hefur upplifað margt og fátt sem hann ekki hefur þrjóskast á móti. Þótt persóna hans sé kannski klikkuð, þá er tónlist hans enn klikkaðri. Fyrir mér er sá Jerry Lee Lewis sem ég held upp á, ekki lengur til. En hann á skilið hrós. Hann barðist gegn mörgu og sigraði það allt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Lee Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/entertainers/music/jerry-lee-lewis/"&gt;http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/entertainers/music/jerry-lee-lewis/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/867/000023798/"&gt;http://www.nndb.com/people/867/000023798/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; Hellfire,Nick Tosches. Bls.46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; http://www.classicbands.com/jerrylee.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; http://www.songfacts.com/detail.lasso?id=1577&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; Greate balls of fire. 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; Jerry Lee Lewis, Hellfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6"&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt; Greate balls of fire 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=10688953#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7"&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt; http://www.kyleesplin.com/jllsb/JLLSBDIR/pages/72page.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110900112706534048?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110900112706534048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110900112706534048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110900112706534048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110900112706534048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/jerry-lee-lewis.html' title='Jerry Lee Lewis'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110877624531865355</id><published>2005-02-19T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:32:29.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Some times it better to not understand.</title><content type='html'>Ones there was a man that loved looking at sunset. Nothings really wrong with that, almost every man love looking at the sunset. Every night, just before the moon came up and replaced the sun, the man would come and look at the sun for few minuets. He even could not fall a sleep at night with out seeing it. Sometimes he didn’t have the time to watch it, so he had to stay up all night and wait for the next sunset. After few month he started believing that the sun actually knew him, that the sun actually shined more on him then others that came to watch. Then one time, when the man was just standing there watching the sunset, he notes that his pride, his police batch was glowing. He was filled with happiness and pride that the sun actually notes his batch and used its last power of the day to shine on it. Then a person came up to him and showed him how his batch was reflecting the light unto his car. And suddenly his car was al glowing, even more then his own batch. He started wondering if the sun liked his car or if the sun liked the car. After that, he newer showed up with his police batch. He started staying out laid and watching the stars and the moon, he started liking them more and more. But he could not forget that the sun was the biggest of them, and that the stars only shined because of the light of the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110877624531865355?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110877624531865355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110877624531865355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110877624531865355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110877624531865355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-times-it-better-to-not-understand.html' title='Some times it better to not understand.'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110864738843040295</id><published>2005-02-17T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:37:07.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy In The Coconut Music</title><content type='html'>Now we meat again!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not many news from me at this point! Other then I don’t have to go to work to day, but I’m still thinking of going. No, ARE YOU CRAZY IN THE COCONUT.&lt;br /&gt;When I was going to bed last night, around 3 (like always! Stupid me!) (Hitting my self!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, I was going to bed last night, around 3 (like always! Stupid me!) (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hitting my self!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ok, I was going to bed last night, arou.,. Now ye I was going to bed and started listening to some music. &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC &lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry Lee Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And as I was lying there hearing this crazy in the coconut music! I just had to stand up and dance a little crazy, and so I did. U just try it. He is the only true Crazy in the coconut rock&amp;amp;roller!&lt;br /&gt;In Danish lessons I had to choose one book to read and write about. It could not be a children book (æv) so I did the only right thing that I could do. I choose Ved Vejen by Herman Bang. A book written in “old” Danish, long and consider being hard for Icelander to read. As I have already read it in Denmark, why not spending time “reading” it all over again, well I remember it so reading it all over again would just be a waist of time. Isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Danish class is almost over, so Ill have to pack my things and go over to Icelandic. Until we mead again, &lt;em&gt;don’t die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110864738843040295?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110864738843040295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110864738843040295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110864738843040295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110864738843040295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/crazy-in-coconut-music.html' title='Crazy In The Coconut Music'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110856465889907776</id><published>2005-02-16T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:45:24.586Z</updated><title type='text'>1st-price dreamer awards</title><content type='html'>I’ve made an award. The 1st-price dreamer awards. You don’t have to know all the webpace by heart (all 3 of them) theyre only side webpage beacaus I cant make them on this blog as I could on blog.is&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is the award page. &lt;a href="http://1st-price.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://1st-price.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110856465889907776?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110856465889907776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110856465889907776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110856465889907776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110856465889907776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/1st-price-dreamer-awards.html' title='1st-price dreamer awards'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110852213560602483</id><published>2005-02-16T02:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:55:18.783Z</updated><title type='text'>If you read my blog, youll have to add a comment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day of work for almost a week, FINALY, I’ve just worked almost every evening since January 1st! ALMOST!&lt;br /&gt;But a 5days (&lt;em&gt;hopefully)&lt;/em&gt; vacations will be ÓGEÐSLEGA needed. It’s a long time since I was as tired. If I had a watch I would have to turn it up side down. I go to bed every night (morning) around 3 or sometimes 4 because I come home from work around 1 a clock and then I have to finish things around here. I’m never home, I go to school from 8am to 4 am and then work, and tomorrow I go to school at 9,30am to 5pm and then I go 10 minuets early to get to my job on time! Just sick, I NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Magga (my sister) moved to &lt;strong&gt;Vestmannaeyja&lt;/strong&gt; to day. That’s an island just outside “The mother land” and you’ll have to sail there with Herjólfur, &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;made by Satans sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blindfolded, cause when you sail with it, it is a tradition to feel at least little sick!&lt;br /&gt;Or you can fly with a little aircraft for 10 minuets over this black sea, hearing and feeling the wind! You’ll just have to drive for almost 2 ours to get to this airplane, middle of nowhere! So, that means that know one will visit here, see will move back after one year time, and she will occasionally come to civilization, or we will just use the phone or the interne, or maybe she's just gone for a year and that’s it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know, but I know one thing, I’m going to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110852213560602483?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110852213560602483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110852213560602483' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110852213560602483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110852213560602483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-you-read-my-blog-youll-have-to-add.html' title='If you read my blog, youll have to add a comment!'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110842948916250450</id><published>2005-02-15T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:05:51.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Keflavík - Kobenhavn - Amsterdam :=)</title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;To day I pretty much only have good news. Well, at least for me. I told me friend Andreas &amp; Carita (over at Vejlefjordskolen DK) that I was coming in a month and that I would be traveling to Amsterdam. For exactly year ago, I also went to Denmark a drove to Berlin with Andreas and two of my friends. I really wanted to do the same thing again but I didn’t wanted to ask neither of them to play a person that everybody has to dans around when I come over there (if U don’t understand that’s fine. I’m not really shore if I do) Than some how we began to talk about us for going to gather and now that is a plan. It is going to be a dream rode trip. I’ve booked a hotel for almost nothing there with moms help, only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20000 isl Kr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a room with &lt;strong&gt;bathroom, internet,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TV, mini bar ;=), Telephone, and in the bathroom we have both shower and a bath!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well.. wish I where going to morrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY 29 days! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And counting!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="494" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/da1f4377.jpg" width="658" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110842948916250450?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110842948916250450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110842948916250450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110842948916250450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110842948916250450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/keflavk-kobenhavn-amsterdam.html' title='Keflavík - Kobenhavn - Amsterdam :=)'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110834562820415535</id><published>2005-02-14T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:30:47.790Z</updated><title type='text'>The price was gone!</title><content type='html'>I was planning of going to Denmark this summer. Than I got a fantastic job offer so I had to cancel it! Then 10 minuets before work to day, I was just looking at websites, I checked for fun at the prices to go to Denmark, over Easter. I was socked surprised and scared all at the same time to see that the price one way coasted 2900 Isl (266,15dk) but then again the other way coasted 1100 Isl (100,95) but that isn’t very much when you are flying from Iceland. I called my dad and asked him about it, he also was shocked over the price. I decided &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to book it but PrtSc to keep the price!&lt;br /&gt;I finished working late, around 1am. Then I had to finish one thing, and I was home around half past 1. For fun, I wanted to see if the price was still so low, around 2900 and 1100. But it wasn’t. Both day coasted now around 2900isl (266,15dk)&lt;br /&gt;So Denmark here I come!&lt;br /&gt;I called Arnar and I booked a ticket for him too. I rented a car for ABOUT 20.000 islKr (1881 Dkk) so me and Arnar are going to Denmark 16th of mars and leaving again 22 mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is to go to Vejlefjordskolen if they don’t have a Easter Holliday by then. After that, we are planning to drive down to Amsterdam, that is about 717km, or 7,5 ours. Thus who think that is a stupid idie, I want to say that I went with 3 of my best friend down to Berlin last Easter, that’s about the same distends, or around 570km that we drove! plus we did not drive strait home again. But that’s just an idie. Maybe we'll do something different.?! (From Denmark) Good day to U too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110834562820415535?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110834562820415535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110834562820415535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110834562820415535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110834562820415535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/price-was-gone.html' title='The price was gone!'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110813162117565518</id><published>2005-02-11T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:13:25.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Facts!</title><content type='html'>I'v done 5 now. Germany-Denmark-Italy-Bulgaria and Italy! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stupid-nations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stupid-nations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There nothing you can do that can’t be done. There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 50 stars on the American flag. 12 lines 7 red ones and 6 white ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating 1 olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe had six toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney was afraid of mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all of the world's nuclear weapons combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with "MONTH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. SCARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go," is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from and old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep a Goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left handed people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polar bear's skin is black. Its fur is not white, but actually clear.&lt;br /&gt;Elvis had a twin brother named Garon, who died at birth, which is why Elvis' middle name was spelled Aron; in honor of his brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110813162117565518?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110813162117565518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110813162117565518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110813162117565518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110813162117565518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/facts.html' title='Facts!'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110806563284336060</id><published>2005-02-10T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:00:32.843Z</updated><title type='text'>"One who laughs last... thinks slowest" - Guðjóna</title><content type='html'>The reason why I started in the first place writing my view and a funny view of other nations is because soon there will be published an article by me in Morgunblaðið (the biggest newspaper in Iceland). The article is my view on the Icelandic welfare system and how incredibly proud we are of our country which in the end we are not so satisfied with. Here in Iceland we make fun of ourselves and our country all the time and it is necessary to be able to handle criticism especially when it is written in humour. Of course not &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; is like what I’m describing here. I’m just describing funny incidents and telling “jokes” if you can’t handle it then… Yippee-ki-yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110806563284336060?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110806563284336060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110806563284336060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110806563284336060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110806563284336060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-who-laughs-last-thinks-slowest.html' title='&quot;One who laughs last... thinks slowest&quot; - Guðjóna'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110795130863478141</id><published>2005-02-09T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:45:12.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Do I see a new day?</title><content type='html'>Hello people and other European things.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wake up again to go to the gym. Didn’t work! But I would say I had an excuse, I was working late, until 00:30 and I first got into bed around 2 or almost 3am.&lt;br /&gt;To day is the last before the winter brake, we have tomorrow and Friday of. Jibby.&lt;br /&gt;Ill have to work again to night and Ill bee finished around midnight. Then me school has (New Year fest.) or something like that…&lt;br /&gt;Well I have about half an our to grab something to eat so Ill just quikly tell you every thing needed to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had an election in Denmark; the reason (as the government explains it) It would be hard to have &lt;strong&gt;to kinds&lt;/strong&gt; of elections in the spring. (The reason as I see it) They where afraid not to be elected again, so why not finish it of when polls or in favor to you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoleezza Rice foreign minister of U.S.A is still ugly and quite stupid. (my opinion) and follows what ever Bushes advisors says. (You didn’t really thing he think for him self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Million dollar baby, is still a fantastic movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. I'm working on descriping nations, as I see them. Well, done with 2, check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stupid-nations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stupid-nations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110795130863478141?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110795130863478141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110795130863478141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110795130863478141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110795130863478141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-i-see-new-day.html' title='Do I see a new day?'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110787495250492717</id><published>2005-02-08T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T15:02:32.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Icelandic in English</title><content type='html'>In my last blog, I wrote everything in English. It appears that have more foreign friends than Icelandic. I’m not a perfect English writer but it should be possible understanding what I’m writing, although that doesn’t mean that it will make it possible understanding what I mean by it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a spear time between classes, my next one starts at 4pm. The class is about an hour, that makes it 5pm and than I’ve have to bee at work. I get finish working around 1am.  Tomorrow is a very similar day, but the day after that, witch is Thursday, is the first day in my winter vacation. (Witch is only 4 days)&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of using the time by seeing &lt;a href="http://sambio.is/?p=bio#742742"&gt;Assault on Precinct 13&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Well, the whether has gone crazy again and it started snowing, went from 10°c yesterday to snowing to day Ill have to go out and clearing out the walk way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110787495250492717?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110787495250492717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110787495250492717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110787495250492717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110787495250492717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/icelandic-in-english.html' title='Icelandic in English'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110783189914324671</id><published>2005-02-08T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T03:04:59.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Dagbók</title><content type='html'>Það reynist ómögulegt að sofna. Klukkan að verða 3 og ég ætlaði í 10 skipti að reyna að vakna klukkan 6 til að fara í leikfimi. Ég er að reyna hugsa um allt... Hvar ég er í dag stattur.. afhverju og hvort ég muni einhvern tíman fara aftur þangað sem ég var. Síðan þá er ég alger draummanneskja, ég lifi fyrir draumana mína. Ég get ekki skilið hversu fólk er heimst að lifa alltaf sínu sama einfalda og leiðinlega lífi. Vinna sofa vinna sofa... aftur og aftur...!! Í gamla daga þá sigruðu konungar heiminn. Ef maður nefnir það, þá er maður annaðhvort nazisti eða terroristi!! seg mér.. hver er munurinn á Hitler og Alexander mikla eða Sesar.. ég get ekki séð neinn.. samt eru Alexander mikli og Sesar guðir mannkynssögunar en Hitler ekki... fyrir mér var Hitler sjúkur vondur maður, ,ekki það,, en eina sem ég get séð milli þessara manna var tíminn. Hitler vann meira að segja stærri sigra en þeir báðir þar sem efnahagur Þýskaland var hruninn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég get ekki hætt að hugsa um myndina Million dollar baby. Þvílíkur endir.. líka hugmyndafræðina sem kom fram í The Majestic (2001). að þegar maður gengur inn í bíó þá gengur maður inn í töfraheim, sem er alveg satt.. spurningin er bara.. afhverju getur maður ekki bara verið þar..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það er ein af ástæðunum að ég stefni á kvikmyndagerð. Þá get ég hanað minn eigin heim og lifað hann... mig hlakkar mikið til. Ég mun líka læra núna í haust animation. Þá vonandi get ég farið að vinna eitthvað í því.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti óvinur minn er tíminn... staðreyndin er bara sú að ég hef þegar tapað stríðinu við hann. Nú þarf ég bara að þjást rólega undir hans stjórn þar til hann líður.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jæja. ég ætla að reyna að fara sofa aftur... og svo ætla ég að reyna að vakna og leikfimast&lt;em&gt;.. Gangi mér vel&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110783189914324671?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/feeds/110783189914324671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10688953&amp;postID=110783189914324671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110783189914324671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110783189914324671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/dagbk.html' title='Dagbók'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10688953.post-110781861986187839</id><published>2005-02-07T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:22:39.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Lýðræði?</title><content type='html'>Einusinni voru menn með mikla drauma, drauma um að sigra heiminn. Alexander,Daríus,Sesar og mikklu fleiri. Í dag eru þeir kallaðir einræðisherrar og jafnvel harðstjórar. Samt voru ríki þeirra mikklu betur skipulögð en við sjáum í dag. Þeir voru mikklu nær okkar nútíð en við erum nær okkar framtíð. Við segjumst hafa lýðræði en fáum samt ekkert að ráða í neinun málum. Landið vex að vísu þokkalega, en einungis af einstaklinsframtökum viðskiptamanna sem fæddust ríkir. Ekki er til land né ríki sem "lýðræði" eins og við köllum það er við ríki. Þegar við viljum að eitthvað sé gert og beinum spurningum okkar að þingmönnum þá svara þeir engu, en það er bara fyndið. Eða hvað! Þeir beina bara spurningunni að þúsund nefndum sem þeir hafa skapað. Einvaldur yrði að standa undir sýnum eigin gjörðum og framkvæma. Sagan sýnir okkur að einveldi er eina leiðin að góðu þjóðfélagi. T.d. Frakkland, hversu lengi var hið svo kallaða "lýðræði" við völd áður en Napóleon þurfti að koma? Eitt ríki, ein þjóð, einn leiðtogi. Þarft ekki að hafa Nazista útbrot til þess að fatta þetta. Engin er að segja þeir hafi gert það á einhvern hátt gott! Allra síst ég! Einveldi þarf ekki að þýða afturför eða harðstjórn. Það getur þýtt, dýrð eða framtíð. Hver veit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lítið þjóðfélag varð að stórveldinu Grikkland, þaðan rekjum við vestræna menningu okkar. Hvernig verður Íslands minnst í framtíðinni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendið mér athugasemdir á &lt;a href="mailto:marinomth@visir.is"&gt;marinomth@visir.is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10688953-110781861986187839?l=alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110781861986187839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10688953/posts/default/110781861986187839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexander-napoleon.blogspot.com/2005/02/lri.html' title='Lýðræði?'/><author><name>Muggz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02843837905882827609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/marinoth/0693c574.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
