Friday, April 29, 2005

Search for: T R O L L S

Is this an Internet Troll?

I, the millenium mouse, tripped over this when tripping on my surfingboard surfing the net with my dearest companion, Google Search:

Internet Trolls
People who delight in upsetting other Internet users are known as 'trolls'.

The Usenet Troll Song
From a suggestion posted to by Leslie Fish, with some words by Gary McGath.

Be a troll! Be a troll!
Let disruption be your goal -
Anything that you can do to draw attention to your role
Egoboo can be nice
Get your fix at any price
You can make entire newsgroups into clucking little birdcoops

Be a troll! Be a troll!
Pound their patience into coal
Tell the regulars they have no sense of flair
Insult their mothers too and their manners, pfoo!
Be a troll, be a troll, be a troll!

Make them burn, make them freeze
Sing of people scratching fleas
Snigger at the woes of others who are forced upon their knees
Stress and fear, jealous rage
Let them be your guiding gauge
Then accuse the quiet suckers all as nosy mother****ers

Don't be small, don't be tame
Show you have no sense of shame
Just enrage them til on stage the heads will roll
You love to shrill out flame, it's all a giant game
Be a troll, dig a hole, you're a troll.

Flaming dues, barbeques
Ought to wake 'em where they snooze
Don't forget to douse the fires with proof 307 booze
(song tangent) : 307 Ale my friends, 307 Ale!
The finest drink that any bar has ever had for sale!...

(ahem) Feed them slugs, feed them snails
Put their legs between their tails
And so what if you are hated cuz their nerves are really grated

When you leave, do salute
give that middle finger toot
And be proud of your achievements in your soul
For you have shown that they are evil in their way
You're a troll-l-l-l, says our poll-l-l-l, you're a troll-l-l-l!
(or, "a-ass-ho-o-o-ole!")

Jacob Sommer
December 9 2000
And thanks to Tom Smith for the most excellent potables :-)

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Attention: - A Star Is Born -

The Scriptwriter Eysteinn K.

...just kidding...but yesterday I had great fun participating as a statist in a short movie that my older son and five of his schoolmates are making as a graduation project from The Icelandic Film School. My son is the scriptwriter of the film and adapts the script after a short story by the well known Icelandic writer Þórarinn Eldjárn.
The story is set in 1963 and is about four boys who are very exited to see Hitchcock´s brand new horrormovie Psycho that has just opened in one of the Reykjavík cinemas. Their translation of the name of the film to Icelandic is "Pískó".
The story describes the difficulties of the smallest and youngest of the boys to get past the ticketman at the entrance, as this movie is X-rated, forbidden for kids under the age of 14. He tries several outfits and diguises, which the ticketman easily perceives and towards the end he has become quite frustrated by these hopeless and laughable attemps. At last the boy manages to get inside the cinema with the help of his friends; they stage a fight in the corridor and he slips inside while the ticetman goes to have a look at what the commotion is about.

It was great fun taking part, and I´m looking forward to the Premiere on the graduationday May 13th.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005


Brigham Young University|Museum of Art
Works of Art: 150 years of American Painting

1859 - 1935

Overall: 89.5 x 94 cm (35 1/4 x 37")

Oil on Canvas

A foremost proponent of American impressionism, Childe Hassam first visited the charming community of East Hampton, Long Island, in 1898. He purchased a home there twenty-one years later at the age of sixty-three. Hassam spent much of the last seventeen years of his life sketching in the village. His local subjects included the historic Mulford House, considered the most picturesque landmark in town and one of the most significant seventeenth-century structures on Long Island. Here his ublended brushstrokes and lively colors depict the house shimmering in the summer sunlight.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Words of St. Therese

"Oh! What mysteries will be revealed to us later... How often have I thought that I perhaps owe all the graces showered upon me to the earnest prayer of a little soul whom I shall know only in Heaven. It is God's will that in this world by means of prayer Heavenly treasures should be imparted by souls one to another, so that when they reach the Fatherland they may love one another with a love born of gratitude, with an affection far, far exceeding the most ideal family affection upon earth.
There, we shall meet with no indifferent looks, because all the Saints will be indebted to each other.

No envious glances will be seen; the happiness of every one of the elect will be the happiness of all. With the Martyrs we shall be like to the Martyrs; with the Doctors we shall be as the Doctors; with the Virgins, as the Virgins; and just as the members of a family are proud of one another, so shall we be of our brethren, without the least jealousy.

Who knows even if the joy we shall experience in beholding the glory of the great Saints, and knowing that by a secret disposition of Providence we have contributed thereunto, who knows if this joy will not be as intense and sweeter perhaps, than the happiness they will themselves possess.

And do you not think that on their side the great Saints, seeing what they owe to quite little souls, will love them with an incomparable love? Delightful and surprising will be the friendships found there - I am sure of it. The favored companion of an Apostle or a great Doctor of the Church, will perhaps be a young shepherd lad; and a simple little child may be the intimate friend of a Patriarch. Oh! how I long to dwell in that Kingdom of Love..."

Counsels and Reminiscences

Monday, April 25, 2005

Born today

"The only thing better than singing is more singing."

Ella Fitzgerald
(04/25/1917 – 06/15/1996)
US singer

Sunday, April 24, 2005

April Shower Mouse

I couldn´t resist this darling!

My choir

Today my choir, Manasija (which in fact is so small it can hardly be called a choir, we are only five people: 1 soprano, 1 alto, 1 tenor, 2 bas! I´m singing soprano for the first time in my life and amazingly improving with each rehearsal; I used to sing alto!) sang for the first time at mass, that is to say a mass for the Serbian orthodx catholic congregation in Reykjavík. Their priest recides in Oslo, Norway, but is here now on a visit. I have a good friend who has been rehearsing us, but he used to sing in church for 15 years back home in Vojvodena, Jugoslavia. His voice is a beautiful tenor. I myself am of Lutheran-evangelic faith, but I found this all very interesting, it was fun being to my first orthox-catholic mass ever as a member of the choir :). Before I´ve only been 2-3 times to a Roman-catholic mass, besides of course masses in my own religion.
I´ve been in choires before, but always with a lot of other people, where the strain never really was on me and always having an easy time singing the alto!; but after this experience I realize that I actually have a quite nice higher voice, soprano! I love it! The singing is actally giving me so much joy inside that I´ve been missing for a long time :) Plus the mass in itself is also very spiritually uplifting.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Another one of today´s birthdaybabies

Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson

Born: 23 April 1958, Reykjavik, Iceland.
Background: One of the few internationally recognised classical musical artists from Iceland, Hilmarsson rose to fame as a member of the progressive group Psychic TV, before going on to become a prominent player of jazz, avant-garde and electronic music on the Icelandic stage. Released a series of albums in the mid-1990s with the popular artist Sigur Rós. Began composing for film in the mid-1980s, and has since written music for over 20 Icelandic features, but only made his international debut in 2003, on the Jane Campion-directed thriller "In the Cut" starring Meg Ryan. In addition, Hilmarsson has worked as a producer for a variety of artists, ranging from the 'death metal' bands to blues and contemporary classical artists. He was awarded the Felix Prize at the European Film Awards as 'European Film Composer of the Year' in 1992.
Highlight Scores: Children of Nature, Cold Fever, Devil's Island, Ungfrúin Góða og Húsið, Angels of the Universe, In The Cut.

Today´s birthdaybaby!

"Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage."

* William Shakespeare
(04/23/1564 – 04/23/1616)
English writer

Monday, April 18, 2005

Poetry of the day

William Blake
Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

The Downfall

Der Untergang - Hitler Movie

Adolf Hitleris played by Swiss actor Bruno Ganz

A great movie - different from all other WW2 movies you´ve seen!

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Yesterday´s birthday-baby

Vigdís Finnbogadóttir

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

(Redirected from Vigdis Finnbogadottir)
Vigdís Finnbogadóttir

Vigdís Finnbogadóttir (born 15 April 1930) was 4th president of Iceland from 1980 to 1996.

She established the first training courses for tourist guides and the first theatre group in Iceland; member of the Advisory Committee on Cultural Affairs in Nordic countries, 1976-1980; Chair of the Council of Women World Leaders at the John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University, 1996 to present.

At her election in 1980 she was the first woman anywhere to be elected the head of state in a democratic election. She was re-elected unopposed in 1984 and 1992, and overwhelmingly won a contested election in 1988.

She is a UNESCO Goodwill Ambassador.

Today´s birthday-baby

Queen Margrethe II

Queen Margrethe II

• Head of state of the Kingdom of Denmark

• Role strictly apolitical and symbolic. As such not permitted to voice public opinion on referendum.

• Born April 16, 1940, eldest child of King Frederick IX and Queen Ingrid. Full name Margrethe Alexandrine Thorhildur Ingrid. Family and friends know her as "Daisy."

• Studied political science, economics and archaeology at universities of Copenhagen, Cambridge, �rhus and Paris.

• Married to Count Henri de Laborde de Montpezat (1967). Two sons, Frederick (born 1968) and Joachim (born 1969).

• Became Queen on January 13, 1972, on death of father.

• Although wields no direct political power, annual televised speech on New Year's Eve, covering such issues as environment, immigration, nationalism and culture, is extremely influential.

• Gifted artist. Has exhibited throughout Denmark and Scandinavia, and illustrated 1977 Danish translation of "Lord of the Rings" (under pseudonym Ingahild Grathmer).

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Born today

"America is a large friendly dog in a small room. Every time it wags its tail, it knocks over a chair."

* Arnold Joseph Toynbee
(04/14/1889 – 10/22/1975)
English historian

Tripp- trapp

This is the millenimmouse more than half a century ago, happy in the countryside watching the sheep being gathered to be housed for the winter.Photo taken and processed by my father, who at that time was a country doctor with photography as a hobby.


Therese was aware of her littleness. "It is impossible for me to grow up, so I must bear with myself such as I am with all my imperfections. But I want to seek out a means of going to heaven by a little way, a way that is very straight, very short and totally new." Therese went on to describe the elevator in the home of a rich person. And she continued: "I wanted to find an elevator which would raise me to Jesus, for I am too small to climb the rough stairway of perfection. I searched then in the Scriptures for some sign of this elevator, the object of my desires and I read these words coming from the mouth of Eternal Wisdom: 'Whoever is a little one let him come to me.' The elevator which must raise me to heaven is your arms, O Jesus, and for this I have no need to grow up, but rather I have to remain little and become this more and more," And so she abandoned herself to Jesus and her life became a continual acceptance of the will of the Lord.

The Lord, it seems, did not demand great things of her. But Therese felt incapable of the tiniest charity, the smallest expression of concern and patience and understanding. So she surrendered her life to Christ with the hope that he would act through her. She again mirrored perfectly the words of St. Paul, "I can do all things in him who strengthens me." "All things" consisted of almost everything she was called upon to do in the daily grind of life.

St. Therese of Liseux

St. Therese of Liseux

St. Therese, also known as St. Therese of the Child Jesus, or the Little Flower, was born in France in 1873. She joined the Carmelite sisters of Lisieux in 1889 when she was only 15. She proclaimed that her vocation was love. She had a burning love for Jesus and a missionary zeal which she exercised, not by travelling, but by her constant prayers. Her autobiography, "Story of a Soul," is a spiritual classic that has led countless souls to love Jesus more deeply.

Her motto was "Love is repaid by love alone." She lived out Jesus' words that we must become like little children to enter the kingdom of heaven. She was simple, humble, trusting, prayerful and willing to suffer with Jesus through her health problems. She died at the young age of 24 on September 30, 1897. Her feast day is celebrated on October 1st.

St. Therese teaches us to love God with our whole heart, soul, mind and strength. She also teaches us that we can grow in holiness through the ordinary things that we do each day, if we do them with love and united with Jesus. She also wrote poetry, prayers and plays to glorify God. She had a very special love and devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus.

She loved to meditate on the Our Father, taking comfort in the wonderful truth that God is our tender Father who loves us so much. She discovered that she could save souls through the cross, by uniting her sufferings with Christ's sufferings for souls. She was truly a contemplative soul, rising above passing things to dwell in spirit with Christ.

She taught that it was not important what position we hold in this life; what was important was the way that we occupy the place we have been given by God. She believed that Jesus directs even the smallest events in our lives and we are instruments of God, who guides us and invites us to be led by him.

For her the only true and lasting glory was everlasting glory. To receive this glory we need not strive to appear spectacular to others, but only humble ourselves before God (cf. Lk 14:11). She taught that God is not so much concerned with the length of our lives, but the love that we have. "He looks only at love," she wrote.

St. Therese is truly our beloved sister in Jesus and she will help us to grow in love of God and others if we ask her to pray for us. She has been called "the greatest saint of modern times" by Pope Pius X (1903-1914). This is the wonderful truth of the communion of saints: we are spiritually united with the saints in heaven and can benefit from their prayers, example and writings. St. Therese of Liseux, pray for us.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005


Dalai Lama


Stel hikstalaust þessu yndislega ljóði fyrir nýju síðuna mína!:
I didn´t hesitate to steal this beautiful poem for my new blogsite (even if the poet is a priest), please forgive me!:


Örsmár geimur í blómvendi.
Fegurð fullkomnast í andartaki
og birtir svip eilífðar
í höndum mínum...fyrir þig.

Toshiki Toma

Dear Toshiki Toma;

I hope you forgive me too for my clumsy attempt to translate your poem, but I had to try to get it across in english:

A Bouquet

A tiny universe in a bouquet
Beauty perfected in a moment
revealing the features of eternity
in my hands...for you

Saturday, April 09, 2005

ENTER: the millenium mouse...

hæ, hæ, loksins er hún komin hingað, þúsaldarmúsin, til að tísta og trítla og gera allt sem er mögulegt og hún hefur bara hugmyndaflug til, hljómar spennandi ekki satt ef það hugmyndaflugið í það minnsta er sæmilegt.

Var að velta fyrir mér þessu í morgun: um harðstjórn hlutanna í lífi okkar, eða er það ekki öllu heldur stöðug hugsun okkar um hlutina sem er harðstjórinn, ef við getum losað okkur við hana þá verðum við aðeins frjálsari í þessum heimi, það byggist allt á hugsun og að hafa smá stjórn á henni, en samt ekki að hefta hana þannig að hún fái ekki að flæða því það er mikilvægt...en bestu hugmyndirnar fæðast oft einmitt í algjöru hugsunarleysi.

...Já, hann liggur víst um höfuðið á okkur þessi margumræddi gullni meðalvegur eða öllu heldur segir Dalai Lama sem er minn aðal leiðbeinandi að hann liggi í því sem tíbetsk heimspeki nefnir kun-long aflið og merkir heildarástand hugar og hjarta einstaklingsins. Þegar það ástand er heilbrigt verða athafnir okkar siðferðilega heilbrigðar.
Dalai Lama: Betri heimur, JPV forlag 2000