Icelander

Gone fishing... Back Thursday...
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Back again on my five day break... I was going to use this time once again to write my screenplay... but it's not working... I have a problem...
The first step in solving any problem is admitting you have a problem...
Hello... My name is Ragnar Eythorsson and I suffer from Writers Block... It has been more then two weeks since I wrote anything last...
Ooof... That wasn't as hard as I though... But this is the first time I am willing to admit that I have total writers block... and I don't think the solution is sitting here and staring at the screen... I'll step out with a good pen and pad and try to start again that way... Baby steps...
Bill has ball... Ball is red... See Bill's ball...? Bill bounce ball... Ball bounces elequantly through the mist and rolls by the feet of a young lady who's stunning face is only surpassed by the mysterousness of her emerald eyes which radiate both wisdom of age yet purity of youth... Lady sees ball...
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On mid summers night eve (which was wednesday night) it is said in Iceland that if you roll naked in the dew in the grass in the night, you might see elves, you gain luck, better health and get the one you love...
I mean, do you actually think I'm silly enough to belive such things and do this (*cough*) again (*cough**cough*)...?
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Well, the nights are getting longer again... Summer Soltic is over (June 21st)... My parents were in the northern part of Iceland that day and took this picture at midnight...
Now you can see why Led Zepplin wrote in there lyrics for The Immigrant Song (which is about Iceland): "I come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hotsprings flow..."
Next up... pictures of hotsprings... some time later...
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I just had a haircut this week and it's so much better working in the factory now... Especially since I don't suffer any more from "Helmet Hair Syndrom"...
I do feel sorry though for a guy who works with me who has really "big" hair... At the end of the day it looks like someone mixed a poodle with a jellyfish and put on his head...
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Now I understand why I was chosen for the "noise pollution" testing... It's best for my work area is there is measure alot of noise because then fixes will be made that benefit us...
Should I be offended that it's assumed that I'm the noisiest employee...? So what if I'm the only one who makes *crash* and *boom*...
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Today my boss came over and said that during the next shift the would be measuring noise in the factory and was picked to be carrying some device that measures and documents all noise around me so they can see the noise pollution a typical worker gets daily...
I don't think I'm the worker they should base this on... First of all I have earplugs to soften the noise from the factory and especially me work machine... Then my radio is on loud enough so I can hear it over all the noise... Then whenever there is a good song (everything is good when you're bored working) I crank it up as high as it can go... Then I always sing along... exept when there is a good song (same as before), then I practically yell along to beat out every other sound in the area (South-West Iceland Area)...
So when they calculate the results by me as an "average worker", they will force everyone to spackle up there ears and where protective earmuffs the size of basketballs...
There only hope is if the device also records the sounds heard over the day... Then I'll be quiet as a mouse... but I'd still squeek along the tunes...
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There are few things better when the temperature is more then 20 degrees outside (68 Fahrenheit), then working inside a windowless factory where the heat is easilly more then 55 degrees (131 Fahrenheit)...
People call it a "dry heat" so it's not as bad, but trust me, when it's more then 55 (131) then no-one is dry... "Sweating like crazy" is the correct term...
I'm of course on of the lucky ones who's air conditioner broke down... So I could either keep it off, but then there would be so much steam inside the truck because of dead air... or I could have it blowing so it's like haveing a couple of hot hairdryers in my face... and since my work needs me to see out of the windows on the truck, I must choose the later option...
That of course makes it even more hotter inside where I am... So hot that I would have offered almost anyone to break wind in my direction for a breath of fresher and colder air...
Hmmm... And the weather is the same today... Looking forward to another day in the factory...
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I'm too beat after this weekend to have any idea what to write here... Tommorow maybe...
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I'm glad we're going somewhere into the country side to BBQ tomorrow instead of doing it at my place... I remember what happened the last time I had a rib party...
Basicly I procrastinated in cleaning the main big pot we cooked in... I just left it there for a loooong time... an soon life began to form...
First it was only simple organisms... but I kept procrastinating and life kept on evolving... Soon there was movement inside the pot... and the lifeforms kept multiplying, not anymore by single cell reproduction, but by mating... The pot started trying to hump other pots and pans in the kitchen in order to reproduce even further...
Finally intelligence started to form in the "creature" equal to most reality T.V. shows... I let it stay at my place since it ate pests like flys, spiders, rats and even midget mailmen...
But in the end the "creature" was put down... Angry villagers chased it away with pitchforks and torches on a dark, rainy night...
Why do people fear what they don't understand...?
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On Thursday June 17th is our Independance Day... a real thing, unlike some events in a lame movie by the same name... and since it's a day off, that means Wednesday will be for drinking...
I bought 25 pounds of ribs on Monday for a great BBQ with my friends... Today I bouled it a bit in herbs and spices and then put in a juicy marinade so tomorrow it will be around (or just about) perfection...
And why did I choose to go through all this trouble when we have so many guys who could have done the cooking...
A. I make a wicked marinade...!
B. I cook... That means I don't have to clean (clever bugger, eh)...!
C. Now my job is done... all that's left for me is beer drinking...
I shure hope I manage C. well enough... People are counting on me...
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Writing a screenplay is like planning a Road Trip...
We start from one place and are going to another... Along for the ride are certain characters... some come along from the beginning, like the main character who is the driver, but others you pick up on the way... Then you have to plan what ruit to take, what speed to drive, what extra luggage and what kind of car you use...
This is my progress...
The driver Axel and his buddy ALexander drove off and soon they picked up Andrea into the car... Now, I know were they are supposed to go, but I don't know what road to take there... I also know of some fun locations they pass along the way, but no idea how to get from one place to another... So basicly they are stuck at the edge of town while I plan the trip better... I just hope I don't run out of gas...
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Back again after a small pause do to screenwriting ...
Apperently the weather was wonderful these last days but I didn't notice since I was glued to the monitor...
I think though that it was a mistake not writing online while I was writing a screenplay... I though it would be a disstraction writing here but it was actually the opposite... Everytime I got stuck in my screenplay I just kept thinking about my online writing... but I was too stubborn to take a break from my screenplay...
It's of course much smarter when you feel you are frozen in one writing area to go into another writing area to get your fingers flying over the keyboard again... But I didn't and spent an incredible ammount of time just staring dazed at the screen...
I never knew my own eyes could go into "screensaveer mode"...
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Well, now is the time... This week I will (WILL) start writing my screenplay... No "if's, and's or but's" about it... Exept when I use those words in my screenplay...
The problem is though, that I think I have a certain phobia... There is no name for it so I will give it one and a description...
Dictajunkaphobia:
The fear of, even though you have a great idea in your head, the moment you put it down on paper, it becomes crap... So you never write anything because you don't want to ruin it...
This might sound like a joke, but the more I think of it, the more sence it makes... This isn't writers block because I have enough to write...
I also suffer from
Escaflatuphobia:
The fear of someone in front of you in an escalator has to fart...
But that's besides the point...
I will though overcome this fear (the first one (nothing I can do about the second one (stupid mexican restaurants everywere))) by writing at least 10 pages as soon as possible...
So... here I go...! Wish me luck...
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I met a bunch of female friends celebrating last weekend...
We have an Icelandic saying: "It's to late to hold your ass, when everything is already in the trousers"... But celebrating a bacheloretteparty a year after the marrage is like preforming a cesarian operation a year after the baby is born...
But I expect that they had more fun during the bachelorette party then during a cesarian operation... but what do I know... I have never experienced neither... damn, gender discrimination...
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Why do I put myself through this... Yesterday was soooo crap at work... I was sooooo tired and hungover, working in 50 degrees (Clecius) heat... But i think it was worth it because Saturday was such a blast...
I was just going out for a few hours and a few beers and told myself that it would be no later then 2:30... two sixpacks later came 2:30 and I said OK 3:00 and a few more drinks... and then 3:00 became 3:30 (another drink please) and 3:30-4:00... 4:00-4:30... OK, let's take some flaming shots... 4:30-5:00... 5:00-5:30... OK, let's go home...
Then I finally get some sleep... wake up at 7:00am and have to drive to work... My mom (I live with my partents while over this summer) just looked at me and said no-way I was driving now... So she drove me and I started working at 8:00... Ooofff...
But... it went surprizingly well... concidering I wouldn't even have placed myself behind a wheelbarrow, let alone a truck...
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Wow... The weekend is here already... It will be on the easy side (not too easy though) since I'll be working... That's fine since last weekend was such a blast...
Then comes my break which land on the typical work days so that means I have plenty of time to do my writing... No parties, drinking or hangovers to stop me now... Just peace and quiet while everyone is at work... Yeapp, let's get cracking then...
Still, why do I feel like someone walking upp Mt. Everest who suddenly thinks "Hey...! This isn't a hill..."
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Some joker seems to have given the weather gods (who dislike me (the weather gods that is)) my work scheadule... Every time I sleep in, there is the bestest (yes, I said "bestest" (and I know it's wrong)) weather so I miss it... and then when I have to work in the daytime, the weather's even better... Not that I miss the heat... In the sunshine the heat inside the factory multiplies... It's hot enough to bake a cake in there, but we don't because if will deffinatly burn from the heat...
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Where did that drumset by my window come from when I'm trying to sleep inn... and why is there someone sawing apart a guitar to the beat...?
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I'd just like to tell you people in the big continent that Lindy, my Canadian cousin (4th, once removed) has just released a new album "Suspension of Disbelief"... You can check out his CD release celebration at the El Mocambo this Friday, June 4th, at 10pm... His friend Lily Frost opens up the evening and she plays incredible music...
Lindy will then tour Western Canada first and then Eastern Canada in July so be on the lookout for his concerts...
Enjoy...
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Well, I just finnished putting online the pictures from the hike up the volcano...
There is a small description for each pic but they kind of are self explanitory...
Here they are...
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