Sometimes I come to the deep thought around 4:00 in the morning as it now, that living in Reykjavik is really boring, all we have is fish and the occasional volcano erupting screwing over all the air traffic in Europe. I then think that, maybe it would be cool to live somewhere else; America has the Pando, that thing is pretty cool, or somewhere else in Europe, I don't know somewhere more interesting. Like maybe New Zealand, they have Hobbiton and Mordor and Flight of the Conchords. But then I remember our friend the Giant weta.
And I decide very simply; Fuck that shit.
And I decide very simply; Fuck that shit.