
after an appropriate period of mourning, siggimus has dug out this old thing & is experimenting with it – another exciting chapter in his lifelong search for the perfect brew
after an appropriate period of mourning, siggimus has dug out this old thing & is experimenting with it – another exciting chapter in his lifelong search for the perfect brew
siggimus donned his electrician’s cap & heroically installed two brand new lights today!
& by today, siggimus means all day, including hours & hours spent wondering why changing a light in rooms 1 & 2 would result in no electricity whatsoever in rooms 2 & 3
fortunately, brother in law & handyman víðir was at hand (well, phone), pointing out that when you fiddle with electricity, flimsily deciding that some of the wires will not be needed, thank you, may not be entirely prudent
so, after re-attaching some of those previously abandoned wires, everything seems to magically work!
so, if you need an electrician & want quick, professional service, you should probably not call siggimus
(actually, it’s not all gloom & doom @ casa siggimusum these days)
but this is sad indeed
after years & years of diligent, faithful service, you will be sorely missed, sweet, sweet maker of delicious, chest-hair-growing, industrial strength life juice
oh! the memories!!
you will always have a special place in the heart of siggimus
march moustache madness, originally uploaded by siggimus.
the things one does for one’s balls!
just in case you’re wondering (sweet mother of god, i hope you’re wondering!), it’s for a good cause, so go donate away
avertissement!, originally uploaded by siggimus.
read instructions carefully, proceed with extreme caution & ride this mountain bike at your own, personal risk
improper & careless handling of this self-powered transportation device can result in serious injury or death
went to theatre last night, saw the chicken (hænuungarnir) by bragi ólafsson, of former sugarcubes bass-plucking fame, of current poet, novelist & playwright fame
sigurhans, a big jazz aficionado calls an extra meeting with the residents of his building, with the aim of outing his next-door neighbours as the perpetrators of the monstrous theft of his 8 frozen chicken — sorely missed, even though they were 40% off
try as they might, the characters are incapable of communicating with each other in any meaningful way, especially the old widow from upstairs, who is losing her hearing & manages to turn everything to the russian chicken-eating jazzband playing in karhula for her & jorma
in a word hilarious, with some exquisite comic acting, and a brilliant set