svona til að undirstrika krúttleikann, þá las tarja halonen fyrrum forseti rétt í þessu og eftir henni las finnlandsmeistarinn í leikfangahestafimi

heimdallur
sjósund
garðabær

I’m sure she told herself afterwards that she was getting him comfortable so that she could catch him off guard with her incisive line of questioning

I think it was already well known that she was working on a big piece on him for the times when he died

some of the reporting showed up in other stories but a lot got tied up in litigation

My son plays the accordion so I’ve been to my share of accordion concerts and I’ve yet to see two that look the same. They’re all beautiful and unique.

Also, I love the fact that their origin is a mystery. Everything about accordions is great.

Ah yes, the grim satisfaction of watching the plane you told people not to board crash into the ground.

ég er ekki viss en ég held að þetta sé villa; systir hennar heitir sharon

My notion has long been that we humans are essentially mysteries to ourselves, but that our primal impulses are fairly simple. However, how they interact to produce our desires and needs is chaotic and unpredictable.

Já vá, það er frábær hugmynd!

Íslensk knattspyrna 1982-2025

😳

gott að vita

kannski hafa þau skipt á vefþjóni við islex.is því hún var alltaf leifturhröð en núna er hún mjög hæg

Is it a hill upon which you will die, or a nonmetaphorical hill?

That’s a very thoughtful post. My gut reaction is that it’s simpler to have a no LLM policy. Personally, I’d rather read a poor human translation than a mediocre machine translation, because it’s easier to correct for human errors when reading, because they’re consistent, than random LLM weirdness.

I knew, in real life, some of the day-one-posters on 4chan. It was founded in fall of 2003, by the next spring they were talking about how no good would come of this. They were more right than anyone could know.

I knew some people in real life who were among the migration from Something Awful to 4chan in late 2003. By spring of 2004 they were saying that no good would come of it.

I’ve lost touch with them, but I do sometimes think about tracking them down to see how they‘ve processed all this.

Takk fyrir!

Apparently someone’s already sent in a translation solution. I remain baffled that people come up with translations of this poem.

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just sixty thousand people fretting by a field?