Sunday, November 29, 2009

Aiming High

So what the hell. I'll post a Xmas list. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and some bored rich person will see fit to pity-gift me.

Naw. I mean, I've got most of what I need. Those things that I want I can probably get on my own, and frankly, I'm learning that large amounts of stuff just isn't the way I roll yo.

That being said, this Xmas I have a couple of things I really want, namely a portable hard-drive thingy that you can hook up to the TV (with a remote). I want this because it will allow me to put all my DVD's into a little easy to access package, hence opening up lots of room for more books.

I'm not going to hold my breathe for that one.

So cheap and nerdy it is:


Second season Dark Angel
Buffy the Vampire Slayer box set
Stargate SG1 seasons 2-7

House Stuff:

Black or steel electric kettle
Black, dark blue, dark green bed sheets, pillow cases, duvet covers
Roll up yoga mat
IKEA gift certificate


Dark snow boots size 46
leather gloves

The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher except "Small Favor" (have it all ready)
Any Brian Jaques Redwall books to come out in the last two years.
"The Hanged Man" by Francesca Lea Bloc
"Waking the Moon", "Aestival Tide", and "Black Light" by Elisabeth Hand

Random geek stuff:

A sporran
Sword, spear, axe, shield anything that says "I read way too much fantasy".
a bodhrán

I reserve the right to amend this list if it starts to look like anyone is buying this stuff for me.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Immigrant Song

When I first came to Icelandic back in ´94, everyone and their mothers insisted on informing me that Led Zeppelin´s 'Immigrant Song' was about Iceland.

Hence this silly little parody...

Ahhh ahh ahh ahh!

Ahh ahh ahh ahh!>We come from the land of the snow and ice

Where they sell the beer for too high a price!

The failure of our banks

Will drive our youth

To new lands

Flat screens and Hummers

Borrowing and buying

Glitnir I am blaming you!

And so we shop

At the discount store

Our only goal to leave these

Bankrupt shores!

Ahhh ahh ahh ahh!

Ahhh ahh ahh ahh!

We come from the land of the ice and snow

Where the market suck and bankers blow!

How soft their heads, so dumb

Those banskter boys of yore,

Of how they claimed to know their shit,

We all went overboard!

And so we weep, as we leave these shores

Our only hope to work Canadian stores!

Or maybe we’ll rise up, reclaim all these ruins

Cause pots and pans could win the day, despite the useless choosin!

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh