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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293</id><updated>2012-05-30T00:26:32.295Z</updated><category term="FAQ" /><category term="Póker" /><category term="Tónlist" /><category term="Spurningalisti" /><category term="Blogg" /><category term="Fjórfarar" /><category term="Kvikmyndir" /><category term="Ljóð" /><category term="Viðburðir" /><category term="Leikur" /><category term="Undarlegt" /><category term="Póker" /><category term="Graf" /><category term="Auglýsing" /><category term="Samtal" /><category term="Rækt" /><category term="Gagnrýni" /><category term="Breyting" /><category term="Körfubolti" /><category term="Kenning" /><category term="Ráð" /><category term="Atferli" /><category term="Annáll" /><category term="Fjölskylda" /><category term="Peugeot" /><category term="Topplisti" /><category term="Rant" /><category term="Smásögur" /><category term="Sparnaðarráð" /><category term="Upptalning" /><category term="Kaup" /><category term="Þættir" /><category term="Video" /><category term="Draumfarir" /><category term="Mynd" /><category term="Internetið" /><category term="Excel" /><title type="text">Við rætur hugans</title><subtitle type="html">Líf mitt í hnotskurn</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/finnurtg" /><feedburner:info uri="finnurtg" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/rss?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo4.gif">Subscribe with My Yahoo!</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.newsgator.com/ngs/subscriber/subext.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://www.newsgator.com/images/ngsub1.gif">Subscribe with NewsGator</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://feeds.my.aol.com/add.jsp?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/favorites.my.aol.com/webmaster/ffclient/webroot/locale/en-US/images/myAOLButtonSmall.gif">Subscribe with My AOL</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://feeds.feedburner.com/finnurtg" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern11.gif">Subscribe with Bloglines</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.netvibes.com/subscribe.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://www.netvibes.com/img/add2netvibes.gif">Subscribe with Netvibes</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif">Subscribe with Google</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.pageflakes.com/subscribe.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Ffinnurtg" src="http://www.pageflakes.com/ImageFile.ashx?instanceId=Static_4&amp;fileName=ATP_blu_91x17.gif">Subscribe with Pageflakes</feedburner:feedFlare><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-4619582269181391319</id><published>2012-05-30T00:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-05-30T00:26:32.302Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Samtal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Upptalning" /><title type="text">Óhrós</title><summary type="html">Nýlega fékk ég hrós sem var einlægt og ég gat ekki með nokkru móti mistúlkað sem gagnrýni. Það er óþolandi sjaldgæfur viðburður.

Hér er listi yfir þrjú óuppáhaldshrós sem ég hef fengið í gegnum tíðina:

3. Flottur bíll!
Sagt af Björgvini bróðir þegar ég sýndi honum Peugeot bifreið mína nýkeypta. Það var ekki fyrr en sex árum og milljón krónum í viðgerðir síðar að ég áttaði mig á að hann var að &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/d8xy1bKeyYw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4619582269181391319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/ohros.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/4619582269181391319" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/4619582269181391319" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/d8xy1bKeyYw/ohros.html" title="Óhrós" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/ohros.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-4426809353719848791</id><published>2012-05-27T20:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-05-27T20:28:26.969Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">VISA leitin</title><summary type="html">Fyrir nokkrum dögum týndi ég VISA kortinu. Ég hugsaði mér gott til glóðarinnar, vitandi að allt myndi fara úrskeiðis við leitina. Á fyrsta staðnum sem ég athugaði átti þetta samtal sér stað:

Ég: Góðan dag, ég týndi korti um daginn. Er það hér?
Vaktstjóri: Nafn?
Ég: Finnur.
Vaktstjóri: Torfi?
Ég: Já.
Vaktstjóri: Gjörðu svo vel. *réttir mér kortið*
Ég: ...takk. *furðu lostinn*

Þetta er í fyrsta &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/FPW9kh3G7gs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4426809353719848791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/visa-leitin.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/4426809353719848791" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/4426809353719848791" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/FPW9kh3G7gs/visa-leitin.html" title="VISA leitin" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/visa-leitin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-7819762047711600110</id><published>2012-05-25T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-05-25T01:24:54.658Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ráð" /><title type="text">Leiðir til að lífga upp á daginn</title><summary type="html">Margir kvarta undan grámyglulegum hversdagsleikanum. Ekki ég. Ég brydda upp á fjölbreyttum viðburðum til að lífga upp á dagana. Hér eru nokkur dæmi sem þú getur gert, alveg eins og ég hef gert undanfarið:

1. Svitalyktaeyðir
Kláraðu svitalyktaeyðibrúsa eftir að hafa sprautað bara undir annan handakrikan áður en þú ferð í vinnuna. Mjög skemmtilegt verkefni að reyna að snúa annarri hlið líkamans &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/-eCC13WLGuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7819762047711600110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/leiir-til-lifga-upp-daginn.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7819762047711600110" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7819762047711600110" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/-eCC13WLGuc/leiir-til-lifga-upp-daginn.html" title="Leiðir til að lífga upp á daginn" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/leiir-til-lifga-upp-daginn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-753460632619310736</id><published>2012-05-22T01:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-05-22T09:32:53.752Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tónlist" /><title type="text">Stuna með Trentemöller</title><summary type="html">Einhversstaðar lærði ég að ef ég hef ekkert að segja þá á ég að setja góða tónlist á fóninn og hækka vel svo viðkomandi heyri hana örugglega.

Hér er lagið Moan með Trentemöller en það inniheldur unga og geðveika/ástfangna konu sem finnst svo áríðandi að koma því á framfæri að hún hugsi um einhvern að hún ákveður að syngja um það, sem kemur sér vel fyrir hlustendur.



Ljúft andskotans lag.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/EJpxeViKMrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/753460632619310736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/stuna-me-trentemoller.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/753460632619310736" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/753460632619310736" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/EJpxeViKMrg/stuna-me-trentemoller.html" title="Stuna með Trentemöller" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/u5ii9fXjpe0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/stuna-me-trentemoller.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-930223422576013012</id><published>2012-05-17T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-05-18T11:57:47.137Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kaup" /><title type="text">Tónlist er freisting mín</title><summary type="html">Fyrir nokkrum mánuðum lá ég andvaka og hugsaði um hvað væri mín freisting. Þetta gerði ég nokkrar nætur í röð eða þar til ég komst að niðurstöðu. Tónlist er freisting mín.

Þegar það var komið í ljós hugsaði ég lengi um hvernig ég gæti komið því best á framfæri. Ég hugsaði um að semja lag, mála listaverk og á einum tímapunkti að fá mér húðflúr. Það var svo á rölti um Kringluna sem ég rakst á hina&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/ffc5VJEVdf0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/930223422576013012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/tonlist-er-freisting-min.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/930223422576013012" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/930223422576013012" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/ffc5VJEVdf0/tonlist-er-freisting-min.html" title="Tónlist er freisting mín" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcQhwlRlRA0/T7Y5Chpc1wI/AAAAAAAAEh4/DdYRXWhwMNY/s72-c/mimt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/tonlist-er-freisting-min.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-6012653779672103455</id><published>2012-05-15T00:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-05-15T00:29:09.907Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kvikmyndir" /><title type="text">Kvikmyndagagnrýni</title><summary type="html">Í byrjun apríl tók ég áskorun þess efnis að horfa á 45 bíómyndir á þeim 15 frídögum sem ég átti inni frá fyrra ári og þurfti að leysa út sem fyrst, ellagar þeir féllu niður.

Ég náði bara að taka út sex frídaga og horfa á fjórar myndir, þar af tvær síðustu tvo daga (mánuði eftir að áskoruninni lauk). Hér er gagnrýni mín á myndirnar:

The Hunger Games (Ísl.: Sér grefur gröf)
Ung stúlkukind er &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/f-mBy2RMdKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6012653779672103455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/kvikmyndagagnryni.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6012653779672103455" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6012653779672103455" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/f-mBy2RMdKk/kvikmyndagagnryni.html" title="Kvikmyndagagnrýni" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/kvikmyndagagnryni.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-3276096282267930146</id><published>2012-05-10T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-05-10T19:09:23.264Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kenning" /><title type="text">Ástæða dalandi tíðni færslna</title><summary type="html">Nýlega skoðaði ég tíðni færslna á þessari síðu og komst að því að síðan er smámsaman að deyja. "Af hverju?", spurði ég.



Getur verið að blogg séu að deyja? Að enginn hafi áhuga á að lesa illa ígrundaðar færslur almennings og að það endurspeglist í tíðni færslna? Nei, það getur ekki verið!

Ég kom því með aðra tilgátu: Einhverskonar fylgni er á milli svefnvenja minna og tíðni færslna á síðunni.
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1. Fullt tungl
Þessar dagana/næturnar er fullt tungl á himni. Þá eru miklar líkur á að fólk sem trúir kjaftæði sé að vara fólk við því að þá séu miklar líkur á að hegðan fólks breytist. Passið ykkur á þeim vitleysingum.

2. Viðbjóður
Ég náði að koma með eina ósmekklegustu lýsingu á því hversu mikið var að gera hjá mér í vinnunni í síðustu viku þegar ég&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/vYYVsAGeNAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2524506694887258903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/oklaraar-bloggfrslur.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/2524506694887258903" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/2524506694887258903" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/vYYVsAGeNAY/oklaraar-bloggfrslur.html" title="Ókláráðar bloggfærslur" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/oklaraar-bloggfrslur.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-5379834520515511785</id><published>2012-05-03T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-05-03T16:07:48.075Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Samtal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Handrit að (ör)stuttmynd</title><summary type="html">Tímasetning: Hádegi 3. maí 2012

Staðsetning: Úrilla Górillan

Lýsing: Þrír menn sitja við borð og ræða málin. Afgreiðslustelpa gengur upp að borðinu.

Afgreiðslustelpa (AS): Eruði tilbúnir að panta?
Vitleysingur (V): Já, ég ætla að fá pizzu með pepperóní og gúrku.
AS: ...ok, pepperóní og...gúrku...á pizzuna?
V: Já.
AS: ...viltu gúrkuna ofan á pizzuna í ofninum eða að við bætum henni við eftir að&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/rcvttadHp_U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5379834520515511785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/handrit-orstuttmynd.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5379834520515511785" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5379834520515511785" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/rcvttadHp_U/handrit-orstuttmynd.html" title="Handrit að (ör)stuttmynd" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/05/handrit-orstuttmynd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-6320365234348145504</id><published>2012-04-30T16:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-04-30T16:18:19.184Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljóð" /><title type="text">Nýtt ljóð</title><summary type="html">Í dag er ég í fríi frá vinnu vegna frídaga sem ég á eftir að taka út frá í fyrra.

Dagurinn var því nýttur í að semja nýtt ljóð. Að þessu sinni tók ég fyrir efni sem er mér huglægt; ferhyrning.

Ljóðið heitir ferhyrningur


Ljóðið bætist við ljóðasafn mitt sem má finna hér og húðflúrað á bakið á mér.

Ég stefni svo á að halda ljóðaupplestrarkvöld þegar ég hef náð 250 ljóðum.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/4Ryf_vO7cc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6320365234348145504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/nytt-ljo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6320365234348145504" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6320365234348145504" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/4Ryf_vO7cc0/nytt-ljo.html" title="Nýtt ljóð" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4S2Q5tOBIFg/T567CaGtCeI/AAAAAAAAEa4/j-wmSFiSs8Q/s72-c/ferhyrningur.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/nytt-ljo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-9212380761997590038</id><published>2012-04-26T01:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-04-26T01:37:31.422Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Körfubolti" /><title type="text">Skórnir teknir af hillunni</title><summary type="html">Það gleður mig andlega að tilkynna að ég hef snúið aftur á körfuboltavöllinn, eftir rúmlega 13 mánaða pásu. Það hryggir mig þó talsvert líkamlega.

Svona er ástand líkama míns eftir tvær æfingar:



Rauði liturinn táknar harðsperrur og grái liturinn meiðsli. Ég tognaði á hægri þumli á fyrri æfingunni, hægra hnéið gaf sig eftir seinni æfinguna og ég laskaði á mér sköflunginn á einhverjum &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/xO97b1ldeGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/9212380761997590038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/skornir-teknir-af-hillunni.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/9212380761997590038" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/9212380761997590038" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/xO97b1ldeGo/skornir-teknir-af-hillunni.html" title="Skórnir teknir af hillunni" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1NTTyI1NNM/T5ikvuyq0NI/AAAAAAAAEX4/uwsTme5fNvY/s72-c/l%25C3%25ADkami.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/skornir-teknir-af-hillunni.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-2437605017394055522</id><published>2012-04-23T01:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-04-23T01:15:49.285Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peugeot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mynd" /><title type="text">Skuggalegur fæðingarblettur</title><summary type="html">Ég er farinn að hafa smá áhyggjur af fæðingarblettinum sem ég tók eftir fyrir nokkrum árum. Ef ég vissi ekki betur héldi ég að hann væri að stækka.


Ég hef pantað tíma hjá lækni til að taka sýni úr honum og láta senda til rannsóknar. Ég vona að bíllinn sé ekki kominn með húðkrabbamein ofan í ónýta legu í framhjóli.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/PBsugKgqlto" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2437605017394055522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/skuggalegur-fingarblettur.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/2437605017394055522" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/2437605017394055522" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/PBsugKgqlto/skuggalegur-fingarblettur.html" title="Skuggalegur fæðingarblettur" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vje9GvvLSk/T5SsqBwpSxI/AAAAAAAAEWE/zKa7Cwuc54s/s72-c/blettur.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/skuggalegur-fingarblettur.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-348210827095665057</id><published>2012-04-19T17:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-04-23T02:44:01.073Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Undarlegt" /><title type="text">Nýstárleg auglýsingaherferð</title><summary type="html">Í dag fékk ég þessi smáskilaboð í símann minn:

Sæll, ef þú ert með til sölu mótorhjólagalla á Ruddum átt þú skilaboð. -www.[ónefnt símafyrirtæki].is

Þetta er nýtt símafyrirtæki sem ég er ekki í áskrift hjá, né hef nokkurntíman skráð símanúmer mitt í neinn leik hjá þeim.

Þetta hlýtur að vera einhver undarlegasta aðferðin til að fá fólk í áskrift til sín, að senda skilaboð á fólk sem mögulega &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/VgngThTs_JY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/348210827095665057/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/nystarleg-auglysingaherfer.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/348210827095665057" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/348210827095665057" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/VgngThTs_JY/nystarleg-auglysingaherfer.html" title="Nýstárleg auglýsingaherferð" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/nystarleg-auglysingaherfer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-3861331058700733294</id><published>2012-04-19T01:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-04-19T01:25:51.189Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Draumfarir" /><title type="text">Draumför</title><summary type="html">Undirmeðvitund mín gaf mér góða vísbendingu um að ég sé að verða leiðinlegasti maður í heimi þegar mig dreymdi í alla nótt að ég væri að versla í Hagkaup. Þar skoðaði ég mangó ávexti og athugaði hvort fjólublár Gatorate væri kominn aftur í sölu. Hann var ekki kominn aftur í sölu, svo ég hélt áfram að ráfa um búðina þar til ég vaknaði andlega úrvinda eftir þessa drepleiðinlegu verslunarferð.

En &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/0hfRJYnuVsI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3861331058700733294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/draumfor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/3861331058700733294" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/3861331058700733294" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/0hfRJYnuVsI/draumfor.html" title="Draumför" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/draumfor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-5541906266173820170</id><published>2012-04-14T15:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-04-14T15:36:24.408Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Fallinn</title><summary type="html">Í gærkvöldi féll ég eftirminnilega á gos- og nammibindindi mínu þegar ég át og drakk eins og svín yfir NBA leik.

Bindindið entist í 28 daga. Á þeim tíma:

1. Sparaði ég mér 20.000 krónur sem annar fóru í nammikaup.
2. Eyddi ég um 70.000 krónum í ávexti.
3. Hrapaði lífsvilji minn niður í dimmustu hyldýpi.
4. Talaði ég ekki um neitt annað en að ég borðaði ekki nammi lengur.
5. Var ég litinn &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/MKoZfNzD6WY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5541906266173820170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/fallinn.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5541906266173820170" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5541906266173820170" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/MKoZfNzD6WY/fallinn.html" title="Fallinn" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/fallinn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-7455796862743415496</id><published>2012-04-12T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-04-12T01:26:22.177Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fjórfarar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Excel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rækt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Hitt og þetta</title><summary type="html">Þetta er að frétta:

Ég bætti við fjórförum á fjórfarasíðuna
Að þessu sinni eru þeir fengnir frá Baldri Beck, körfuboltagúrú með meiru. Sjá hér.

Ég bætti við Excel skjali á Excel.is síðuna
Skjalið sýnir tölfræði leikmanna í Iceland Express deildinni í körfubolta karla nýliðið tímabil (2011-2012, regular season) og býður upp á uppraðanlegar töflur eftir tölfræðiatriðum. Sjá hér.

Óþægileg &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/DXAATGurB0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7455796862743415496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/hitt-og-etta.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7455796862743415496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7455796862743415496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/DXAATGurB0U/hitt-og-etta.html" title="Hitt og þetta" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/hitt-og-etta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-7349104400049658052</id><published>2012-04-09T15:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-04-09T15:37:26.425Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Páskamatarboð</title><summary type="html">Í gær fór ég í jakkafatapáskamatarboð til pabba og Laufeyjar þar sem pabbi hafði eldað fylltan kalkún með sætum kartöflum og ýmsu meðlæti. Ennfremur hafði hann bakað franska súkkulaðiköku í eftirmat.

Ég er ekki mikið fyrir góðan mat vegna þess hversu lítið hann gerir úr minni eldamennsku. Í dag bragðast allt sem ég geri eins og mold, svo góð var þessi máltíð. Mögulega sú besta sem ég hef fengið &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/bUITY-Ajh8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7349104400049658052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/paskamatarbo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7349104400049658052" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/7349104400049658052" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/bUITY-Ajh8g/paskamatarbo.html" title="Páskamatarboð" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/paskamatarbo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-262073023563136972</id><published>2012-04-06T13:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-04-06T13:38:54.339Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spurningalisti" /><title type="text">Uppfærð stöðluð svör</title><summary type="html">Eftir að hafa sofið fjórtán tíma í gær og hafandi ekki borðað nammi núna í rúmlega 20 daga, hef ég ákveðið að uppfæra stöðluð svör mín við stöðluðum smátals-spurningum:

1. Hvað gerirðu?
Áður: Ég vinn fyrir 365 við rannsókn og greiningu.
Núna: Ég sef. Þess á milli vinn ég hjá 365.

2. Hvað finnst þér skemmtilegast að gera?
Áður: Að borða Risa hraun og fara í bíó. Helst bæði í einu.
Núna: Að sofa.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/hH9HK7Gp-pQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/262073023563136972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/uppfr-stolu-svor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/262073023563136972" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/262073023563136972" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/hH9HK7Gp-pQ/uppfr-stolu-svor.html" title="Uppfærð stöðluð svör" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/uppfr-stolu-svor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-81206289268349114</id><published>2012-04-01T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-04-01T18:03:30.494Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Upptalning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Meðmæli</title><summary type="html">Ég mæli með eftirfarandi:

1. Hárgreiðslustofunni Krista/Quest
Ég fór í klippingu þar í vikunni, eins og ég geri á ca hálfs árs fresti og varð ekki fyrir vonbrigðum. Mæli með klippimeistaranum Nonna, sem ekki aðeins er stórskemmtilegur heldur með puttann á púlsinum (hvað hár varðar).

2. The Adventures of TinTin (Ísl.: Sér grefur gröf) í tvívídd
Sá þessa mynd í gær í símanum mínum og skemmti mér &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/K9KHN4YYzT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/81206289268349114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/memli.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/81206289268349114" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/81206289268349114" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/K9KHN4YYzT0/memli.html" title="Meðmæli" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/04/memli.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-6346288568172129269</id><published>2012-03-28T16:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-03-28T16:50:40.100Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Frí frá vinnu</title><summary type="html">Ég er í fríi frá vinnu þessa vikuna þar sem ég var of latur til að taka mér sumarfrí í fyrra. Þessa sömu viku og:

1. Viðgerðir hófust á húsinu fyrir utan gluggann hjá mér með háværum díselvélum.
2. Nágranni minn ákvað að byrja að æfa á trompet.
3. Annar nágranni minn keypti sér borvél og er að bora alla veggi í sundur hjá sér.

Í kjölfarið næ ég varla að sofa nema um 11 tíma á dag, sem er ekki &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/mRffdb_QtTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6346288568172129269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/fri-fra-vinnu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6346288568172129269" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6346288568172129269" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/mRffdb_QtTs/fri-fra-vinnu.html" title="Frí frá vinnu" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/fri-fra-vinnu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-8474566807110951274</id><published>2012-03-25T03:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-03-25T03:11:45.381Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Hin heilaga þrenna sturtunnar</title><summary type="html">Í kvöld náði ég hinni heilögu þrennu eftir sturtu þegar ég:

1. Fékk nógu mikið sjampó upp í mig í sturtunni til að finna andstyggilegt bragð þess og gleypa það óvart.
2. Sprautaði svitalyktaeyði í handakrikana með opinn munninn og fékk dass af spreyinu upp í mig.
3. Sletti smá vott af rakakremi karlmennskukremi eða einhverju á varirnar á mér og sleikti óvart út um skömmu síðar, aðeins til að &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/maW91sDr04Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8474566807110951274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/hin-heilaga-renna-sturtunnar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/8474566807110951274" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/8474566807110951274" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/maW91sDr04Q/hin-heilaga-renna-sturtunnar.html" title="Hin heilaga þrenna sturtunnar" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/hin-heilaga-renna-sturtunnar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-3858218337727205274</id><published>2012-03-22T17:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-03-22T17:00:31.380Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Rannsókn um skilyrt geymsluþol eða eitthvað</title><summary type="html">


Fyrir tæpum hálftíma fékk ég þá hugdettu að flaskan undir Floridana Vítamínsafa þurfi ekki lok til að halda safanum í þegar hún er hrist. Ég keypti því eina slíka, fjarlægði lokið, leit undan og hristi.



Niðurstaða þessarar rannsóknar er að Floridana Vítamínsafaflaskan, eins og allar aðrar flöskur hingað til, þarf lok til að halda vökvanum inni. Umræddur vítamínsafi fór út um allt og það tók&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/yEUcu1K2Yio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3858218337727205274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/rannsokn-um-skilyrt-geymsluol-ea.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/3858218337727205274" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/3858218337727205274" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/yEUcu1K2Yio/rannsokn-um-skilyrt-geymsluol-ea.html" title="Rannsókn um skilyrt geymsluþol eða eitthvað" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE-vd0bIqHU/T2tRR-ZSRFI/AAAAAAAAEIU/0N0LIBgxrHc/s72-c/v%C3%ADtam%C3%ADnsafi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/rannsokn-um-skilyrt-geymsluol-ea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-5914656049822511006</id><published>2012-03-20T02:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-03-20T02:39:15.094Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Sjötugasta tilraun til nammileysis</title><summary type="html">Fyrir fjórum dögum ákvað ég að hætta að borða nammi. Það tókst á aðeins þremur tímum. Og ég er enn nammilaus.

Kostirnir við þetta átak mitt er að ég hef snaraukið sparifé mitt og borða nú hollar, sem á að vera gott fyrir líkamann eða eitthvað. Ég hef allavega lést um 14 kíló.

Ókostirnir eru að ég stuðla að miklu tapi hjá nammifyrirtækjum landsins sem veldur auknu atvinnuleysi og að fólk lepur &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/CbM229S8w44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5914656049822511006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/sjotugasta-tilraun-til-nammileysis.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5914656049822511006" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/5914656049822511006" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/CbM229S8w44/sjotugasta-tilraun-til-nammileysis.html" title="Sjötugasta tilraun til nammileysis" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/sjotugasta-tilraun-til-nammileysis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-1916385951778880496</id><published>2012-03-16T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-16T13:11:05.505Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kenning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Pool taktar</title><summary type="html">Ég er þekktur víða fyrir lélega sóknarburði og reyni því að einbeita mér að varnartaktík. Þannig er ég t.d. mjög lélegur að sækja í/reyna við kvenfólk og verst þess í stað öllum samtalstilraunum með því að sýna skítlegan karakter.

Sömu sögu var að segja þegar ég spilaði körfubolta og jafnvel fótbolta (fyrir tugum ára), þar sem ég átti erfitt með að sækja að körfunni eða markinu en reyndi að &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/GE6yNXsM0Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1916385951778880496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/pool-taktar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/1916385951778880496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/1916385951778880496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/GE6yNXsM0Ss/pool-taktar.html" title="Pool taktar" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0l-h5cdWI8/T2M5TGi81CI/AAAAAAAAEFA/fhxcmZzZUq8/s72-c/bobbi1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/pool-taktar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831293.post-6640590975936115318</id><published>2012-03-12T14:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-03-12T14:31:38.800Z</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atferli" /><title type="text">Hitaóþol</title><summary type="html">Um helgina varð svo kalt í íbúðinni sem ég bý í að teppin þrjú sem ég vafði utan um mig dugðu ekki til. Rétt fyrir svefn fékk ég þá hugdettu að hækka ofnana í íbúðinni örlítið, til að minnka sjálftann. Ég breytti stillingunni úr 0 í 1 og fór að sofa.

Um nóttina vaknaði ég í gróðurhúsi, svo sveittur og ógeðslegur ógeðslegri að ég valhoppaði í sturtu á meðan ofninn var að lækka sig niður í 0 aftur&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/finnurtg/~4/7vKljA2LKDM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6640590975936115318/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/hitaool.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6640590975936115318" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831293/posts/default/6640590975936115318" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/finnurtg/~3/7vKljA2LKDM/hitaool.html" title="Hitaóþol" /><author><name>Finnur Torfi Gunnarsson</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104644331228435188251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1XUmzeR-3s/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADsw/hKtQJ93au_I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEfNY9itFt0/T14HFNPvpNI/AAAAAAAAEEw/2No0Qu_IEmI/s72-c/hiti.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://finnurtg.blogspot.com/2012/03/hitaool.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

