Bragster & Dave

Well well well

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 14:51:42 GMT

Im surprised that people are still coming here, anyway the team is going back to denmark :D oh yea the date will be 13th of november till the 19th and we are going to visit Soren and Helene in CPH.. this trip is going to be the highpoint of this year for me :)

so all you crazy danish people beware.. we are on our way!!!

McDavin

Goodbye Old Friend

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 16:43:13 GMT

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the sudden death of my dearest of dear friends, Dave. We all loved, truly cherished him in our hearts and will continue to do as long as we live. It was a warm sunny morning when the bus hit our Davie and I'm sad to say he never saw it coming. We will be together even after death has done us apart.... my love

A memorial service will be held next Sunday and he will be tossed out to sea as is the Icelandic custom.

Sincerely

Bragster

7 nights with Indiana Jones

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 08:32:23 GMT

Ahoy there, Long time since an update so here it comes....

The last weeks have been quite sweet, been working at my new job an totally loving it.
Where did I leave you off last time, ahh yes, the snowboarding trip. Man that was a blast
We left town about 15:00 on Friday and headed straight to Akureyri. Akureyri is the largest town in Iceland if you dont count the capital area and we were staying at a summerhouse about 20km away. Needless to say we were outfitted with alot of booze and myself and Einar, my good buddy, finished a few beers and a bottle of Ballantines on the way over there. Once there we immedietly stripped down and dived into the jacuzzi. (Without Suzy)
We spent the evening drinking and partying in the jacuzzi and after a few hours I was gonna head off, take a shower and get ready for grilled dinner. I enter the bathroom and I start to feel dizzy, I think, "crap I'm gonna hurl" but nothing happens. I turn on the shower but do not enter. I then remember waking up on the floor with a huge mark on my forehead and scratches all over my back. I had evidently passed out and fallen on the floor, banging my head on something fucking hard. Well the day after we went snowboarding, had some awesome times there looking like a spastic child that no one but a mother could love since it was only the 4th time I've ever stood on a snowboard and the 1st time in 3 years. I wasnt the biggest idiot since one of the girl fell and horribly twisted both her ankles, She was taken to the hospital and we all met up later after some of us went swimming and had a great meal at a place Called "The Duke" More drinking followed with zero passing out and me and Dave, Brutus and Diana thaught a few danish drinking games that surely hit the spot. We also stole a grill during the middle of the night since ours was too big. The Sunday was amazing though. The weather was so intense and crazy that every main road back to reykjavík was closed. We decided to crash in Akureyri and leave the day after but Fúsi, Davíð and the girl with the broken legs.. Dumb & Dumber & Dumberer decided to take the chance and drive to Reykjavík. thankfully they made it, took 7 hours, it only takes 4 hours normally. Me and Natan stayed in Akureyri, ate at The Duke, went to the movies and chilled, drove home on monday in sunshine and clear skies. Thee trip was 100% great success.

2 weeks ago me and Jóhanna went to a hotel in a small town called Hveragerði, It was amazing, not too much will be said. Fill in the blanks

The easter vacation was a time of chill. 5 days off 3 of them getting paid. I love this job. I partied a little but mostly had a relaxed time out. The Easter Sunday was great though, I woke up at around 2 at Jóhanna's. Went upstairs where she had prepared a delicious food course. Ate until I was about to explode, 4 hourse later we went to my place and ate some more. crazy stuffed man.

Yesterday I did something I had never done before, something every Icelander needs to do, just like every irishman has to drink Whisky.
I went to a Björk concert. It was amazing to say the least, She played some of my favorite stuff, such as Army Of me. Ahe ended with a song which she introduces as " This song is dedicated to Faroe Islands and Greenland" If some of you dont know all these countris have in common is being under the danish crown. I didnt catch all the lyrics but I did catch, "Don't Let them do that to you" and "Raise your Flag, higher and higher" Damn you danish bastards.. hehe

Anyway I'm gonna keep on working
Remember not to let Phil Collins get to you. He's only trying to be nice.

Geeky gods and serious troubles

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 11:08:50 GMT

Trust in your being.

In all my years as a successful dancer/doctor/journalist/scientist/Rockstar/prostitute I have never before come across anything this bizarre, I'm baffled, utterely and completely spun about, up is down, down is fun, Coke tastes like beer, which is good. I'm tempted to believe the gods have cursed me, or maybe i'm just a science project for a young geeky god, who's desperatly trying to crawl his way through his adalessons. Is this maybe adulthood, creeping up on me as I rest my hed wearily on my pillow, which may or may not be soaked from a spill of a Ballantine's Bottle, I'll reveal nothing, nada, zip, My mouth is sealed shut. What has been troubling me lately is not economy, not the wars of our world, has nothing do to with global warming or our tasty whales. What bothers me most I will not hesitate to reveal, so that you the avid reader can with me revel in the very defiance of order which lies in this foul *thing*. Fanaticism and zealotic behavior is the very essence of this being. It does not allow mistake, does not tolerate failure and will not be made responsible for any of it's terrible agenda. It is almost as the very existence of nature is on the brink of a nervous breakdown. To live or to die, Do I jump or back down from the ledge, personally I'd say jump but bring a parachute just in case you realize on your way down that this was perhaps the dumbest idea you ever had, well except that time you kissed your cousin, but then again she was 15 and you were 12, perhaps it was natura.. !!PLAFF!. Dont take too long pondering your previous action, cause the ground is approaching fast and it will leave you in a permanent state of dumb-daze.

Let me reassure those of you who did not comprehend the true meaning of this message. You never will so dont be a hero, you get others killed. Let me also leave you with this wisdom on your shoulders: It dont matter wether you support Liverpool or not, you will always walk alone!

-Dr.Mr.Sir. Tootsie Hetfield

working hard or hardly working...

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 23:39:16 GMT

Alright guys

My good buddy Fúsi and his girlfriend who is my good friend aswell had their birthday party last weekend. We got together at their place and me and David, Bronco and Dufus came with the ultimate kicker. The recipe came from Soren and you might remember this from Ryslinge, We made a double condom pot plant which was a great success. We also tought them a few of the danish drinking cames and played Beer pong.

Last Sunday I went about 100 km away from reykjavík to play with a band I joined. At first I was afraid that they were serial killers who liked murdering beautiful young men with gorgeous hair... but tunred out they just wanted to play some rock 'n roll. We need a singer so if you Ryslinge band folks are interested, get yer assholes over here.

Next weekend I'm going with a few buddies to a town called Akureyri, 400km away from reykjavík. A ski trip and rented a cabin there so it's gonna be a-w-e-s-o-m-e!
I hope Jóhanna will come aswell but she's been very sick since she started working at that kindergarden, she seem to be a magnet for all kid illnesses brought into that place.

But here comes the real news, the one and only, the one you've been waiting for, exclusively brought to you. It is me, yes me, Bragi, B-Man, Bragster and Bragsterio who is getting a new job! There you have it, goodbye world of annoying customers and hello to sitting on perky ass infront of a computer. My dad mentioned that I could come and work for him about 2 months ago but I wanted to find a good job that I wanted on my own. That hasnt worked out yet so I accepted his offer and look brightly into the future, full of hope.

It is with these words that i let you go, set you off to the free world. Fear Not for I will be with you or at the very least picturing you in ankward but hilarious positions.

I promise the next entry will be funnier 8)

Cheerios
Bragi

about the romantic dinner...

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 10:34:18 GMT

Bragi... Don't you work in your fathers office? why does he have nails!?!?!?

Anyway thanks you for the party it was a blast :haha: it was very cold to.. I would also like to say that when i was SLAVING over a hot stove AND oven cooking this so called Hot-lovin-romantic-kind-of-meal you just disappeared, said you were going to a friend.. next thing i know is that you drag in some SLUT into the house and start making out with her right in front of me :( it was the hardest meal sitting there trying to act like it didnt scar me on the inside...

Don't worry i still love you baby, i can forgive. After all it was pretty succsessful specially our pudding-like-homemade-mars-icecream-sauc. The party it self was also very fun.. no special comment about that yet.. except this announcment:

DICK OF THE NIGHT:

NATHAN lalallallalalalalaaaa

Yours truly

Dave

Eros Myth

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 11:42:12 GMT

The past days have indeed been busy. Last week I had the misforune of stepping on a nail at work. Nothing serious though. Work work work. Boring stuff.
Now Saturday was a fun day, oh yes. It had everything a good day could offer.
It started with me waking up to the inviting smell og bakery food. My parents and brother were going away for the night so they were saying goodbye.
The day came and went quickly and Me and Davíð, Bragsterio and Dabbusi decided to have ourselves a hot-lovin-romantic-on-the-beach-kind-of-meal-without-the-beach and it was delish. We even had ice cream with our custom made Mars chocolate sauce.
When the food was all done we started getting ready, for I had decided to host a costume party. We connected his laptop to my bass amplifier, hooked up an external hard drive to the laptop, this was our stereo system. Valdís, yup our Valdís got a little bit into the alcohol and paid the price as she spewed all over the toilet, Yours truly then had to clean up the mess, first time I've seen black/brownish puke. We had some nice costumes, I was Gummi í byrginu, Icelandic guy who runs a d-tox facility and is guilty of stealing money and using the women there for BDSM sex, He claims is sperm is blessed and has healing powers. There is a video on the internet where he is having bondage sex and the girl is sendic electric shockwaves to his balls, So I had the costume and some Car cabals strapped around me. V-We also had a hippe (valdís) a terrorist (Jóhanna), a cop, customs agent body cavity search division, Dr. Hook after he kills Peter Pan and is living the easy life. Dave dressed up as me, he wore the clothes I used to wear when I played in that glam rock band. Anyway, we drank, smoked cigars, chilled in the hot tub and had a blast.

Monday was my day off, Had some things to do but all in all was a nice day. Power to the Little green men stealing the diapers.

I'm gonna go back to work

AERSOSMITH!!!

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:43:57 GMT

Damn right people

This is the sort of sweet Emotiona that can usally only be found while making love in an elevator. I bet if Jaine had a gun we could all Walk this way... Dream On. I'll probably never get this monkey off my back. anyway...

Aerosmith just got confirmed on Sweden Rock festival, How can I now deny my lust for going there. I'm torn, completely ripped apart by indecision. If I go to Sweden Rock I will miss out on my sister who is visiting between 10 - 17 of june from Ohio. Also if I go I can not stay until the end of the month and thus just barely miss Helene. But then again Aerosmith is one of THE most awesome bands there are. What to do, what to do

Dave, I'll need your help on this one. In the immortal words of The Clash: Should I stay or should I go now... If I'll go there will be trouble... If I stay there will be double.

Well, In other news, which are trivial compared to the previous headline, I slept from 18:00 to 22:30, went to Jóhanna and slept some more. Life is good in the drug induced life of Mr. Bragilli and is minions.

Back to work for your favorite dancer in the dark...

should I cool it or should I blow...

kv. Bragi

Down With The Sickness

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:58:04 GMT

Hey guys, what's happening.

The last few days I've been struck down with a vengeance so to speak. Using Jóhanna as transportation, evil minded germs made their way into my body and tried to shut it down. After a valiant battle my body had the upper hand but a price had been payed. Fever, Headaches, Boneaches, cold, sore throat. For 5 days I lay at home wavering between life & death and today is the first day I dare venture from the safe surroundings of my couch. I've just arrived at work, it's 07:45 and I've been up since 07:00. I've already blown my nose over 300 times and there seems to be no limit to my slime production. Wonder if I could bottle this and sell it as hand cream maybe or a form of Jelly. Certainly I could retire to my villa were such a business not considered a health hazard.

Last night was Women's Day here in the Land of fire and ice, therefore I gave Jóhanna flowers and we went to a really nice indian place here in downtown Reykjavík. We got some Nan bread filled with coconut stuff and raisins, It was so delicious I briefly entertained the idea of leaving Jóhanna there and eloping with the chef.

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time.... Tonight I meet up with a band called Volterin, I almost cried from laughter when I realized that the pills I was supposed to be taking for my sickness were also named Volterin, well Volterén. close enough. If I was a born again Christian maybe I'd take it as a sign from god. Thank god I'm not though.

Well I'm off, Catch you on the flip side

B-mania

R.A. Bragatore

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 20:26:27 GMT

...The thin line between life and death, Good and Evil, Never before has a consience wheighed this heavily before...

On a Midsummer night, hot as a dragons breath, The Sun crept below the horizon, Now gone out of sight it seemed as if the world would never forget the events that lead up to this point... nor forgive. I was to blame for everything, I had belived that I could save us from this horrible doom, No one can save us from our well deserved fate.
If Evil has no free will how can it truly be evil? Let me take you back to where it all started...

Chapter One: Gorlaks defeat

"Gather the troops for the final assault!" screamed King Gorlak as the opposing undead horde advanced against the Kings heroic gaurds. The Irony of this situation was apparent, The Undead zombies were King Gorlaks own loyal subjects, Raised from the dead by the Gray Brotherhood to mount the largest open attempt on the throne.
Captain Koiat rallied his men together. They were frightened and tired, Many of them had killed their own friends and family in this battle and the effects were starting to show. If only Daliana was here, The moon elf wizard would have been quite the asset in this fight, not to mention her connections with that Necromancy Brotherhood. She wasnt the nicest of beings, after all she had been sentenced to exile for her crimes, by her own people no less. But She could end this here and now.
"ATTACK, For King and country" Screamed Koiat as he raised his axe to the sky and delivered a decapitating blow against the first foe he saw. Over 500 of those damned undead remained against only 2 score Royal Guards. Gorlak was to old to be of any value in hand to hand combat but he remembered enough of warfare to guide his men effectively.
"Keep the left flank in position" He cried. This battle was soon to be over, The Kingdom was lost, Gorlak knew this but refused to give in, He and what was left of his unit would die this day. He only hoped his queen Amidia and two children, Jalo and Minera were far away by now.
In the midst of battle Koiat dodged and parried, then struck back with vengeance. The Gaurds were doing a phenomenal job holding the line intact. Their numbers however grew thinner with every passing minute. Koiat however was content with the grim situation, he would die a warriors death, protecting his king and he was determined to earn it.
A brilliant flash stung his eyes and he immediatly went down on his knees, Confused he rolled backwards shouting at his comrades to hold the line. As he looked back at his King he understood what had happened. Balstok Was standing face to face, inches away from Gorlak. It had come to this then. This demon was fiercely built, The muscles bulged as he flexed them arrogantly in plain view. His head looked that of a small rodent, only far uglier. 2 massive horns crawled out his skull and all his 4 hands seemed to have a will of their own as they grabbed the king by his arm and legs.
Kioats instincts took over and he sprinted towards the demon, The 2 daggers he threw bounced of the demon like rain drops of a stone wall and the demon paid no heed. Balstok was attempting to rip the king apart. The agony in Gorlaks eyes told Koiats that he was succeeding. After what seemed to have been an eternity of running Koiats finally buried his axe in the demons side. Balstok screamed in rage as he crushed Koiats left arm under the wheight of his foot. Koiat was well trained and rolled to the side, put his pain out of his mind and lunged for the demon again. This time the demon was prepared. Koiat fainted to the left, brought his knee up against the demons thigh while his axe slashed against one of those 4 hands.
This attack left Koiat with the oppurtunity of slipping away without opening up any critical spots on his body. The demon however was sly and took the beating, At the last moment Balstok brought 2 fists down ontop of koiats back, driving him into the ground. Koiat landed right next to his king, Gorlak who was closer to death than life looked straight into Koiats eyes. "My friend, find my son, he will avenge me.." Koiat couldnt belive his eyes. Somehow he had always thought Gorlak would outlive everyone. "Go, Go Now"
The demons laugher brought the captain back to reality. Koiat stood up and looked around himself. His troops were scattered and only a dozen remained. He would give one more order to his men. He hated himself for it but it seemed to be the only way to escape. "Fall back, Form a circle!" His only means to escape was to surround himself with his own men and kill their way through the vile undead. Most of them would die so he could uphold his kings last request...

Stay tuned...

Dave is back :D and he brought something with him ;)

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 23:54:30 GMT

Sorry about my absence.... it has been a couple of very..very..busy.. couple of months

So anyway to start you off with a little sneek peek into my awesome, cool, thrilling and last but not least awesome world.. i want to tell you a story, now please think twice.. you think this is just normal litriture but alas it be not.. writing "be" there to give this a dramatic sound.. This is a troubeling story, a sad story, my story...

"to read this you must have really good imagination, this needs to be pictured in your mind...word..by..word"

It all started one snowy winter day, 3 days before christmas to be exact, i went out to the bliss to get a pack of smokes, not knowing that this was not the ordinary snowy weather we get here. As soon as i stepped into the chaos outside i felt my face getting numb, icecickles were formin on my eyelashes, thank god i paid attention in class for i knew the only thing to do so i wouldnt rip my eyelids apart trying to open them i had to keep my hands over my eyes for 10 seconds. After a 10 minute walk with no vision at all i suddenly hit something burried in the snow and fell, i hit my face on a rock and got knocked out. 9 minutes later i woke up in a daze, at least that is what my watch told me, i wasn't feeling well so i took out my phone and tried to call home "no network coverage?" that had to be a joke, i was only 10 minutes away from home and for my knowledge the whole region was supposed to be covered. I decided that my phone probably hit the pavement so hard that it got busted, suddenly i rememberd tripping over something, i crouched down in the snow dusting the dry dust like snowflakes of what seemed to be a suitcase. I picked up the suitcase and examined it, it had a lock but this was no suitcase.. It had runes glowing purple all over and the wierd thing was that the box was freezing, so cold that my gloves acctually frose stuck on the box. I threw the box to the ground along with my gloves, taking the sacrifice and possibly loosing my fingers due to the cold, but to my surprise the ground that had been lying underneath the box wasn't the pavement 10 minute away from my house, it looked like burnt grass, and there were fumes stepping up like it had been burnt recently. This was getting me confused, no connection, headache and a mysterious freesing box, i had to move on and get home.

I walked for what seemed to be at least 30 minutes when i came across a greyish trail in the snow, it looked wet and i dared not to touch, i followed the trail for it was the only thing i could see in this crazy weather, it looked as if someone had been crawling in the snow or worse.. dragged. I stared into the bliss hoping to see some form of civilication, a house or a human beeing but then suddenly my eyes got heavy and my legs started giving away, i felt as if someone or something was forceing me down into the snow, i fell down but i was awake, i was lying in the trail, which no longer had the greyish color it had just seconds ago, and rotting smell filled my nostrils and it felt as if i could taste blood. I couldn't move i was stuck in the freesing trail of blood with no energy to stand up or even reach for my phone to see if there was connection to call for help, i moved my head slightly, beeing the only part of my body i could control but i had been better off for what stared into my face were two bloody, meaty stumps of legs, chewed off and rotting with decay, and the worst part was that it was moving, dragging a trail of blood in the snow. I felt the urge to scream but couldn't make a sound, i struggled in my brain to keep my wits but all of a sudden i saw the black shaddow approach from either side of my eyes, i knew it... i was passing out....

Great Weekend

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 10:47:17 GMT

Oh yes, This weekend was excellent.

I got off work on Friday around 15:00, Met my friends at Ruby Tuesday, Went to a Birthday party and spent the evening with Jóhönnu and a bottle of Gancia Asti. The Saturday was very nice aswell, I went to the Blue Lagoon with the people I work with, quite nice. After that we hiked about 600 meters in pitch black, through the snow covered lava with numerous deep little holes hidden all over the place. This particular field of lava is actually covered with mines from WW2 and was used a few years back to dump a body in an old murder case. All that for some beat up shit cold cabin where we ate expired meat and played folksongs on guitar. This was fun enough but after this we went back into town and to a party that my friend and co-worker Auður was hosting for the workers. David came with me and we had a blast there for some time, many of the people went to a karaoke bar but Me and Jóhanna went home to enjoy the rest of our Gancia Asti and the hot tub. On Sunday we decided to do very little and we stayed in bed watching 2 movies, Babel and Last Kiss. The evening we spent at the theater, the play we saw was called Misery and is based on the Stephen King novel. Hilarious stuff and well acted.

Jóhanna has started working at a kindergarden and she's already sick as hell. And now I think I'm about to pay the price of kissing her cause I've started to feel bad. Damn kids with their music and diseases

I'm working today, I've applied for other jobs and I just cross my fingers in hope. The thing is I'm always bending down picking something up and putting it into the shelves, Heavy shit aswell, And because of this I feel that physio therapy isn't helping me get better but instead maintaining this current state, I go there feeling like shit after a few days at work and she fixes that, So no improvement...

Ryan the Brit, Also known as V-Man comes in here "Hey B-Man,What's up PLayer" Time to teach him some bullshit words and tel him it means something completely different.

Ciao

Frosty the abusing whale

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:16:50 GMT

There is nothing as boring as waking up next to your beautilful girlfriend in her warm soft bed at 06:50 and having to wake up and go home. I's around -10 degrees outside, So the car is colder than a Polar bears testicles.

Of course The whale hunting topic is a very heated and often debated issue. I for one have not been following it so much but I wanted to get more into it, get my hands dirty so to speak and get the knowledge needed to be able to share my opinion. So I ate a bit of whale yesterday and I dont see what the fuzz is about, It tastes horrible :D

There has been alot of talk of sexual abuse here in Iceland, 3 major cases have come up and I think I'll share them with you:

1.case - A television program

A tv. program called Kompás set up a fake contact on an internet chat room and pretended to be a14 year old girl if memory serves me. The the pervs wanted to meet these kids and came to some house and were surprised with a video crew waiting for them instead of a Foxy 14year old,

2.case - A home for troubled kids

From the 50's and up until the 80's there was severe physical and often sexual abuse at a home designed for trouble-makers. these kids were very young and I think only boys. This institution was run by the goverment who apparently had no idea that this abuse was taking place. The man who was in charge of this place was clearly a sidistic freak and so was is son which later started his career there. The boys were beaten hard, whipped with garden hoses, humiliated infront of others, sexually abused in diferent ways, some more than others. 80% of the kids who were there became criminals and many have comitted suicide. Because this happened so long ago there is no chance that anyone will be held legally responsible for this.

3.case - Ironmaster

This has been the laughing stock the past weeks. Although a very serious matter which everyone agrees with needs to be dealt with and prevented from happening again, people just cant help making fun of this. This is a d-tox center called Byrgið. A place which combines religion with getting clear of drugs and alcohol. Most of the people who go there have sunk as low as they can get, live on the street and have absolutely no one to take care of them. A young woman who was at this place recently came forward to tell of the horrible things that happened there. The man in charge of this place is a fat, ugly dirty older man called Gummi. It turns out that he has been stealing the funds and using them for himself and buying gifts to some of the women inside which had become sort of his sex puppets. He seems to have mindfucked them beyond belief and made them think that he was the only one that could help them, He then told them his semen had healing powers and that the only way to get free from your sinds is to have BDSM sex wih him. The funniest part is that he claimed that he himself had been raped so the girl who came forward released a video the 2 of them to the internet. There you can plainly see him begging for more when a dildo is being stuffend deep into his ass and he's getting electricuted through the balls.

What makes man go wat to fiddle with a child is beyond me

ahh, crap I have to begin working

ciao

Bragi

Disease, disease, disease my friend

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 08:02:16 GMT

.... For this whole worlds in devils hand...

Gotta love Helloween. I'm working today like every other day. It's 07:45 and I'm already at at work. I would gladly choke a turtle to get back home and into my welcoming warm bed. Last night me and Dave checked out flight cost and sweden rock ticket prices. It's gonna cost 2000dkr to fly both ways if we order now and the Sweden Rock 4 day pass costs 1650dkr. Not exactly cheap but it's only early February and Heaven & hell, Meat Loaf, Motorhead and Reo Speedwagon have already been confirmed. There have also been rumors that Aerosmith will be there but I dare not hope, or as they said... Dream on Dream On Dream until your dream comes true!

In other news I was approached and asked if I wanted to join the national team of husky riders, I had to decline since I'm more of a Bulldog kind of gal.

Iceland is currently developing a nuclear bomb, following in the footsteps of so many great nations, Indi, Korea, China, Pakistan to name a few. The official statement is that it's for defensive purposes only, and when asked former Prime minister said "Our Fish is like our women and damn whoever tries to get his hand on my woman!" I for one think it's about time that we nuke the hell out of Norway, I mean what good has ever come from Norway, except for 2 Unlimited of course. No no no no no no no no no no no no Nuke those Bastards!

See you later guys

Bradolf Hitler

Keep On Rolling

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 11:29:45 GMT

So I'm sitting here, another dull day on the job. So far I've been putting some meat up into the coolers, it's a cold day here in hell.

I've decided in maybe what you could descripe as a flash of optimism to continue the writing here about the daily uneventful life of Mr. Bragi. The reason I write in english is obvious since I can't write polish for Piotr and Agneizzzzzzzka (still cant write that name!) or Slovenian for Luka and the others, and so on. Jeg kan faktiskt skrive pa dansk men de tager 1000 minuter at skrive 5 ord.

I'm back in physical therapy, although I think the proper word for it is "push until it stops hurting" Therapy, painfull but quite nice. Also I'm looking for a good job and meanwhile working in my old job, the supermarket, better known as hell on earth, Nice people I'm working with though, 2 of my friends Karen & Auður are working here, so I cant complain too much. Another guy I met here in hell is Ryan, A.K.A Ry The V- Man, don't ask me why. Very nice guy, 24 years old, has maybe drank half a beerbottle in is entire life. He's the athlete type, made semi-pro Fotballer for Leeds if memory serves me right.

The Music school I'm attending is very good, My teacher is very nice with a complete no-bullshit attitude, you do your homework and all that. Last night I met up with some guys that are in a band and looking for a bass player, played with them for more than an hour on that beautiful black acoustic bass that you all remember so well :D .

My friend Fúsi is getting married his girlfriend and my friend Karen. We're planning the bachelor party and I have hunch it's gonna be a blast, wether it's for us or him remains unseen.

I'm planning on coming to Denmark in June, Since I cant catch Roskilde due to Fúsi's wedding I think I'll try Sweden Rock, My old band mates are going there anyway so I might join, I hope some of you do aswell.

I have to get back to the goring pit's of hell with the nice people and work.

Ciao, Bragi