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mmmm, pasero

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freddie krüger jr.

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about minnie driver 😐

but that’s not what siggimus was going to blog about

that’s not it at all

this, on the other hand, is

now ain’t that just fucken sweet?

ok, let’s just quickly recap & then get on with the life of siggimus;

first ever business trip. up north. by plane (apparently they call it ‘the pipe’ – so small that siggimus practically had to crawl back to his seat. but hey, it had wings). strutted about akureyri for the day. ate delicious meal at greifinn (the count). drank buckets. spent night barfing buckets on hotel kea before flying back in a proper plane (fokker!). alasly, forgot mobile phone lying recklessly on top of nearly empty fridge, which is why no pics were posted from said adventurous trip

slept. got tricked into driving little nephew to vogar. about 40 km out of town. at 20.30 on saturday night. inadvertently took scenic route, driving for about 30 mins in pitch black & rain & giving little nephew the willies

babysat. worked like dog

babysat some more. slept 4.45 hours. got up at ridiculous hour to transport sis & hubby to airport

saw half of the swede-whippin’ (the whippin’ bit, actually :()

slept a bit. worked like 2 dogs

fucken fog at a fucken godawful hour

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see what siggimus missed by not being in london…

turns out, siggimus is sweetums.

a hard exterior covers up the soft sweet center of
siggimus’ soul. & siggimus loves to eat humans.

special talents:

really big dance steps.

favourite movie:

“big”

quote:

“wait for me!”

last book read:

“taming your outer beast”

never leaves home without:

robin the frog

what muppet are you?
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siggimus went river rafting saturday & survived!!

*picks nose*

please excuse that, but sometimes there’s just no stopping those buggers…

took colleagues river rafting in hvítá river (more like a greenish brown, actually) on saturday

first steps into the river were tough. cold.

brrrr cold!

the first splash, dousing the siggimus head, most of the ice cold, dirty, glacier water subsequently running down the siggimus neck, getting his t-shirt & underpants wet, was not quite as bad

gradually, siggimus got used to that

there was rowing & cheering & loutish hollaring & making fun of people in other rafts during the calm bits

a brief stop, where the completely insane are free to jump off an 8-metre cliff into the river, at their own risk

about 5-6 were insane enough to actually jump

all of them surfaced

nothing serious broken

then off again, for a wee bit of rowing & rafting & being heroish

the moment things quieted down a bit, wars were declared

one raft out of six had a buckety kinda thing for shoveling water out of it

mind you, this contraption was mostly used to shovel water into the other rafts & onto the people in them

compared to the measly oars the others were equipped with to splash with, it was indeed a fearsome weapon

& consequently, coveted by the crews of all the other rafts

soon, guerilla warfare was afoot, with pirates jumping from ship to ship trying to steal stuff or throw people to the sharks

siggimus ventured over to the best armed ship & attempted to get sonja the cute into the river

it didn’t work (while puny, she is cute & had 4 burly men at her disposal, holding on to her) & sonja looked at siggimus with great surprise & a tinge of hurt in her big blue eyes: “but siggimus!! i thought we were friends?!!?”

about 5 mins later or so, siggimus manages to scramble back to his boat & his crew

still dry

mostly

annoyed at having his plans thus thwarted, siggimus starts looking for another victim

finds one in the enemy

just misses her as her boat passes by just out of reach, but instead grabs on to the next wee chick; karlotta

it took about 5 mins of tugging & pulling & huffing & yanking & puffing, but siggimus finally manages to get her in the water!! yay!!!

just as he looks up to celebrate & scream “1-0 for siggimus”, he sees mr. petersen descending through the air, arms flapping, landing next to him, ready for a bout of wrestling

in a split second (no time for rps!), siggimus realises he’s going down & decides to take someone with him; grabs back on tight to mr. petersen & jumps overboard in a graceful summersault

2-1

muddy. cold.

eventually siggimus makes it back into his boat, letting the water drain out through the legs of the suit

shortly after & way too soon, they get to the destination & wade ashore

hot chocolate & 60% stroh greet the cold & wet & dirty travellers

in about 20 mins or so, some feeling started returning to the siggimus feet, the water in his sneakers making a squishy sound

after a quick change of clothes (a short experiment proved that litres of water could be wrung from each and every piece of clothing siggimus had on), beer was guzzled & food eaten & songs sung & shins bumped into stuff & laughters laughed

all in all, not a bad day 🙂

siggimus wouldn’t think you’d need a degree to play rps, but managed to stumble upon a site mapping out in painful detail the various secrets behind playing & some words of wisdom to all aspiring rpsers

just remember!

playing rps probably won’t make you rich and famous. chances are good you won’t win an olympic gold medal. and it’s not likely to improve your physique, maximize your sex appeal, jump-start your career or expand your memory.

why bother if it doesn’t improve siggimus’ physique or maximize his sex appeal??

ahh, here’s why:

many players have found, however, that studying rps gives them a greater understanding of how gaming relates to human behavior. in that sense, rps can help you find success in other areas, but only if you have the determination to work hard and think hard – not just in rps, but in every area of your life.

siggimus is a convert

6.2 the winner of the round is dictated by the player’s throw which beats that of the opponent. under no circumstances can a losing throw ever beat a winning throw.

phew! one wouldn’t want to play a game where the loser sometimes beats the winner

wise words

“to the beginner the choices are few,

to the expert the choices are many.”

-wojek smallsoa

siggimus is obviously a beginner, for he only sees 3 choices; rock, paper or scissors…

[shamelessly purloined and ridiculed from here]

some interesting research was recently celebrated with the ig nobel prize at a fancy ceremony at harvard uni

the following awards grabbed siggimus’ attention

donald smith & his father, the late frank smith, ig nobel prize for engineering

for patenting the comb-over

sadly, for all the large numbers of bald persons who have since combed their hair over the bald spot, the smiths have yet to make any money out of the patent

daisuke inoue, ig nobel peace prize

for inventing (in 1971! a lot of things happened back then!!) a new way for people to learn to get along; karaoke

inoue, a drummer, never patented the idea, & shares the fate of the smiths

ben wilson, lawrence dill, robert batty, magnus whalberg, & hakan westerberg>, ig nobel prize for biology

ben, larry, rob, magnus & hakan put their well shaped heads together & found out that herring communicate by farting

steven stack & james gundlach, ig nobel prize for medicine

for studying the effect of country music on suicide: they found by analysing us radio playlists that as the amount of country music played went up, so did the white suicide rate

siggimus has long been of this opinion (wondering which comes first; country music or braindeath), & is glad to finally have the scientific proof to back it up

& in 2003, they gave some australian fellers the physics prize for analysing the forces needed to drag sheep over various surfaces. please read their findings here

did you know you can rent the entire country of liechtenstein for weddings or parties?

& that you are more likely to have belly-button lint if you’re male, older, hairy, and have an inwards facing belly-button. still, 27% of all belly-button lint carriers are female. what’s scary, though, is that 4% of belly-button lint carriers have an protruding belly button :/ more

would you believe chickens prefer beautiful humans? prefer them to what, is what siggimus wants to know? each other?

now, beer!

spent most of the weekend playing the part of uncle

babysitting the wee one on saturday night & of course the bigger feller was included in the bargain

so, siggimus has passed all aspects of the final exam; playing, feeding, bathing, putting to sleep, removing #2’s & replacing nappies

siggimus has graduated with honours from the school of parenting

attached are photographs, as proof of general wellbeing of subject before & during the exam

waiting to be fed

attempting to eat camera

profile

put it there!

pfffft!

*chuckle

spic & span

see my teeth?

then today, took the bigger one to basketball practice, something he is apparently quite keen on today…

ps: that was approximately 3% of the total number of pics taken during the experiment…

turns out that question has actually been answered already…