Half of my newsfeed: These halftime shows are too long and Lady Gaga is horrible.
Other half of my newsfeed: Wow I love this halftime show and Lady Gaga aced it!
Me: *watches Baskets*
6/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. Serenity now!
6/2 2017
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Good goat times today. I was wondering if I would be greeted by a snowed world when I went outside, as the forecast had mention the possibility. But there was none. Only a few snowflakes here or there gently making their way down as I walked to the goats. Nothing to write home about.
Looks like my little homemade fence has held up. At least the most important parts of it. As Sille and Luna stood at it and looked longingly into the goat pen. Reaching down and eating a little grass from the part that they could reach. But not able to get past the fence. Got a compliment from Ophelia about it. Or, at least she mentioned she’d seen me work on it and that it still held. Later on I helped her with one of the horses. She was putting a saddle on Perle, for hte traditional Monday riding. I guess Perle doesn’t really like being strapped in, but she takes it better if someone hold her head while it happens. So I stood and held her head and rubbed her face (Perle’s face, not Ophelia’s. Shut up) while Ophelia got her ready. Nice to be of use. It’s funny how I’ve gone from feeling I was practically the main person taking care of the goats (even if I wasn’t really) to just being a visitor here. It’s nice that everything is taken care of and I just have to worry about enjoying the company of the goats. But it’s also nice being helpful.
A group of kids came by. I’ve seen them before. It might be a daycare or something like that. A women who I’ve slightly spoken to before came over and asked where Mulle was. They usually come early in the morning, so I guess they haven’t had a chance to talk to staff. So I had to tell her that Mulle had left. The kids were a little sad about that. I think I saw them talking to Black Beauty when I arrived, though.
Good treats and cuddle time with everyone too. Not too shabby.
6/2 2017
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Yeah, no he fixed it. Do you know how to work a saw?

6/2 2017
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Hey hey goats goats

6/2 2017
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Melissa McCarthy calls all the shots.
6/2 2017
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Okay, can’t awake anymore. Too tired. I’m going to go explore the dreamworld. If you want to join me then remember to say the password “Soylent cheese is pizza” so I’ll know you’re not a hostile.
6/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. Every day is a chance to make it so.
7/2 2017
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Give me love, give me peace on Earth. Give me hope, give me something to hold on to. Give me strength and something to believe in.

7/2 2017
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Goat goat hey hey

7/2 2017
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Here are the two sweeties, Black Beauty and A38. I’d totally watch a buddy film with those two.
(Can you tell I’m trying to make up for that long poltiical rant the other day?)

7/2 2017
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“The White House list may have been hastily prepared as it misspelled ‘Denmark’ as ‘Denmakr'””
Sheesh. You’re going to use us in your Fake News propaganda, at least get our name right.
Or, at least spell it Dankmark.
7/2 2017
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*points to the things and screams quietly*
7/2 2017
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How long would it take to write a program in BASIC on my C64 to open a wormhole into the Chocolate Dimension?
7/2 2017
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We’re going to need a second swamp aren’t we?
7/2 2017
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Okay, I’m done for today. If you want me I’ll be in the Mashed Potatoes Pit, wrestling against giant gummi bears. Probably.
7/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day, guys.

8/2017
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It’s so cold. Winter has struck. I’m going to need some elderberry soup. Maybe to bathe in. Just as long as my cannibal friends don’t accidentally turn up the heat under this lovely bathing cauldron they’ve given me.
8/2 2017
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goatlog part 1

goatlog part 2

8/2 2017
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If you love someone let them go. Although if you really loved me you wouldn’t have put me in these handcuffs in the first place.
8/2 2017
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the working life of the gazelle.
8/2 2017
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Thanks for breaking up the tension

8/2 2017
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“The heart watches while the brain burns”. Good line.
8/2 2017
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If life gives you lemons then squeeze some lemon juice into your half empty glass and hey, everything worked out fine, pass the pizza.
8/2 2017
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I’d like to officially confirm my candidacy. Yes, the rumours are true. I’m running for offica as World’s Best Fat B*st*rd impersonator. Wish me luck.
8/2 2017
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*mimes being trapped in a box slowly filling with water, water full of piranhas*
This has been act 1 of my new play: The World Today
9/2 2017
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*mimes ‘today will be a good day’*
9/2 2017
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Good goat times today. And yes, it’s a snowday. The first real, full snowday this winter. Previously it’s only been half’n’half. But this was full snow mode. Cold, of course. I tried a new trick, though. I took a pair of the chemical warmers that I normally use in my gloves, and sometimes shoes, and stuck them in my scarf that I wear under my coat. That warmed up my chin(s) and cheeks. It actually felt really good. Still cold when there was wind, but I think I’ll keep doing that when it’s freezing at least.
I thought I’d be the first one there today. I was kinda hoping to be the one to let out the goats and see them enter the snow. But those hopes were dashed when I heard Mia hollering at the sight of me. Even louder than usual, I think. Good times with the gang in the snow. The fence is still holding. The mud is of course all frozen over. And everyone enjoyed the treats even more than usual. Not much food to find now. Although Mia and Mio did dig their way to some old hay beneath the snow.
Funniest moment came when I went for a little walk across the pasture with Mia. We got about halfways and then I quickly turned around and started walking back. As I exoected Mia turn and started running back next to me. And then she let out a cough and a fart at the same time. Oh dear. I couldn’t help but laugh, because I’m five. I hope the camera picked it up.
9/2 2017
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It’s beginning to look a lot like… well, like snow. It snowed.

9/2 2017
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Frozen. Starrring me.

9/2 2017
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Ooh, pizza!
Time to celebrate the big holiday. I think I’ve gotten more happy wishes about Pizza Day then I’ll get on my birthday.
link: Baskets pizza video
9/2 2017
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I am always reminded of the old gypsy couple when I feel this cold.
The woods and the darknes.. And the howling wind. Will the snows never cease?
Day 1. Urge to use apartment as kindling rising.

9/2 2017
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Well, this should offend some people. Fingers crossed.

9/2 2017
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I’m so cold and it’s tired. Time to hide away under the wellness quilt. Maybe I’ll come out tomorrow and see if I can spot my own shadow. Or a pizza.
9/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. We’ll find strength in our unity.
10/2 2017
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#letitsnow

10/2 2017
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Bowie songs in Brazlilian. I have no idea if Bowie fans will be offended haha. I was struck by how amazing Life On Mars is even when I don’t understand the words. What a song.

10/2 2017
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I almost didn’t make it out of bed today. The real world is so cold and boring and I can’t see and everything is wrong. Under my wellness quilt it’s warm and snug and in dreamworld I can see perfectly and everything I see is interesting and exciting. One of these days I’m not going to make it, I’ll stay in bed for 24 hours. I guarantee.
Funny thing from my dreams last night: I was in my old room when I lived at home. And I noticed my computer wasn’t there. So I thought “this must be a dream”. But then I looked at the side of my desk and there was my computer, it had fallen down. It couldn’t actually have falled like that in real life, but in the dream I thought “Oh tehre it is, I guess this isn’t a dream”. Almost like the dream was course correcting to keep up its internal integrity to fool me into thinking it wasn’t a dream. Fascinating.
10/2 2017
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Looks like the ban on elderberry soup was ruled unconstitutional. I better cook up a pot to celebrate. SEE YOU IN MAH BELLY.
10/2 2017
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Is this the lime hotline? Yes, how do I get the lime out of the coconut please?
10/2 2017
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Snow falls on A38.

10/2 2017
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Can’t we all just get along… pizza. A really long one. And wide. Long and wide. And deep.
10/2 2017
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*points accusingly at all the things*
11/2 2017
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It’s 4:12 am on a Friday night, just listening to C64 music and editing goat videos. When did I become the prototype of normality? Just like everyone, that’s me.
11/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. Step by step day by day.
11/2 2017
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I kinda miss the days when the idea of the President of the Uited States of America calling a senator ‘Pocahontas’ would seem unbelievable.
Just a little.
One goat photo coming up, after exercising. If I live.
11/2 2017
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When you find that thing that makes you smile, you just keep going for it. You’re on the right path.

11/2 2017
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‘I am very very happy, so come on and hurt me’.
This one worked surprisingly well for an exercise song. There are two types of songs that work well for me when exercising. The kind of fast and energetic. But the also the painful, emotional ones. Like this one. If a song provokes a strong emotional response then it kinda of takes some of the attention away from the physical pain. This song rarely fails to provoke an emotional reaction from me.

11/2 2017
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How cold is it?
Sofa King cold.

11/2 2017
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I’m at the point where I literally can’t keep my eyes open. Better retire to the boudoir for an early night. It’s 7:30 pm. SocialMediaGrandpa needs his 12 hours or he just can’t write statuses about himself on the Facebox you kids get off my law or I’ll send the witch trials after you.
*points at bed, points at self* one and the same. One and the same.
11/2 2017
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

12/2 2017
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Here’s a dream report from last night.
I dreamt we got goat babies! Three of them. Except it turned out they weren’t little babies, they were about the size of a 6 month old goat. Go figure. But also Kamel and Peanut were there. So that was jolly nice.
I feel like my dreams lately have been getting more and more like movies, with strong narratives and plot cohesion. I may just be pulling that out of my ash. Or maybe it’s always been like that and I’m just noticing it more because I’m making a conscious effort to dream more. The other day I joked about going to bed to train my dream muscles. But now I’m wondering if maybe dreaming more actually might make your subconsciousness a… better storyteller? That would be interesting.
One thing I noticed was that I had a couple of dreams where there was this location.. the details are hard to explain and not that important, but the point is in several dreams I had the impression that this was some kind of post apocalyptic place. Sort of like The Walkig Dead after the zombie outbreak. But the later I had a new dream where this location appeared and it was in a ‘normal’ setting. It was like a reveal, that this place wasn’t what I had thought it was. It reminded me of how Lost used to do that. Delayed audience comprehension. You see Desmond and you think it’s some guy in an apartment or something but then you realise oh ship, that guy is in the hatch. Or the episode with Jin and Sun where you think you’re seeing Jin racing to get to Sun who’s about to have their baby. Only late into it do you realise they’re two seperate storylines and in Sun’s story Jin is already dead. SPOILER ALERT. Anyway, I just thought that was interesting. It feels like my subconsciousness is using these kind of narrative devices. And I love it.
So anyway. I do ramble on.
12/2 2017
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The Star Wars satellite tower in the background.

12/2 2017
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The Slaughter at Fraggle Rock.
I’m just thankful I didn’t have a mouthful of elderberry soup.
Which I’m about to rectify.
12/2 2017
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goatlog

12/2 2017
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Here’s a dramatic re-enactment of me eating a pizza.
[MEDIA CONTENT BLOCKED BY FACEBOOK DUE TO SEVERE VIOLENCE AND APPARENT MENTAL ANGUISH]
12/2 2017
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End of Facebook. Begin goat photos.

And that’s all for this week, see you in the next.

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