Thank you, everyone. I hope your today will be a good today. It’s a Mads Monday.

13/11 2017
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Good goat times today. Had to stop at the eye doc first for my halfyearly checkup. No news there. Which is good news when it comes to my eyes. Then off to the goats. They give me those eyedrops that dilate the pupils, so it makes it less fun to walk around. Less fun also was the termperature. I think it’s the first time this season I’ve seen frost on the grass. A thin layer of ice on the goats’ water bucket. The mud frozen. Which at least means it’s dry, but it’s still really hard to walk on. The goaties weren’t so happy about that either. But we had our good times. They are my seeing eye goats. They help me see that there is still good in this world. Just like you all do, my Faceboxers. I’ve really been struggling, but all your love and support helps. And so do the goats. Because of the cold and my dilated eyes I only stayed an hour or so. Long enough to hand out all the goodies and love. Mia’s manic smooches and Mio barging in to get all the cuddles.
Definitely time for the winter coat now. Although it was quite nice when the sun sliver hit the bench. Just got a wet bum from the ice on it.
13/11 2017
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Frosty the goatflake

13/11 2017
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Happy Kindness Day. Thank you all for your kindness to me and my family and my goat friends. I’m sorry I don’t reply to every individual comment, you guys show me so much love that I can barely keep up. But never doubt that you’re making a difference in my life. Kindness matters.

13/11 2017
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Staying warm

13/11 2017
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Heading to bed. Bedtime is escapism. The darkness still fills a lot. Almost the whole void. I am the waterfall. Playing a part on the outside, falling apart on the inside.
But we carry on, us wayward sons. Thank you for keeping a light on for me.
13/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy Yogi day.

14/11 2017
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Oh, Kim Jong-un. I wish you wouldn’t stoop to Trump’s level. You’re better than that. When they go low, ignore them. I believe in you, rocket man!
14/11 2017
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When you see an opportunity…

14/11 2017
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Dreamception last night. Dreams within dreams. It’s a funny thing when you wake up from a dream, but then a little later on realise that you’re still dreaming. It makes you question reality when you actually get up. Is this just another iteration of the dream? Well, this pizza tastes pretty real.
It’s been months since Twin Peaks The Return ended. Maybe I should consider sleeping with the lights off again some time soon.
14/11 2017
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In case you were wondering, and I’m pretty sure you were, I ship Janet and Jason on The Good Place. They’re the perfect couple. An all-knowing Artificial Intelligence and a nothing knowing, sweet ding-dong doofus. Obviously I love Kristen Bell and Ted Danson. But Janet and Jason make me happy in a warm, sweet way. Maybe it’s because I can relate to them. I’m stupid but well intentioned like Jason. And I’m trying to figure out how to be somewhat human like Janet.
14/11 2017
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Christian Eriksen trending on twitter as he scores a hattrick against Ireland. Denmark qualifies for the World Cup in feetsball. That’ll make next summer more interesting at least.
Saw one Irishman on twitter taking comfort in the fact that Eriksen is from the city of Middelfart. Not sure why that’s so funny?!
14/11 2017
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Grandma heading into the sunspot. Mia just had to be sure there were no more treats coming first.

15/11 2017
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goatlog

15/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy hump day, guys.

15/11 2017
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Sometimes it’s hard fitting everyone in the frame.

15/11 2017
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My life right now is pretty much just passing time between the 3 things that make me happy. The dreams, the goats, the pizza. Everything else is just trying to stay alive.
(You Faceboxers help me with that, thankfully).
15/11 2017
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Okay, so the president says something that isn’t true 5.5 times a day. Who cares? I say something that isn’t funny like 9 or 10 times a day. Hashtag Fake Jokes.
15/11 2017
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But, more importantly

15/11 2017
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So, I saw George Takei said his admissions to Howard Stern were him playing ‘a role’ as a horny grandpa. Or something. *shudders*. And that made me scoff. Until I remembered that Trump bragged to Stern about barging into the dressing rooms at underage pageants. So, I guess the lesson is that things said to Howard Stern don’t count. Also Bill Cosby’s mistake was not asking their mothers for permission. In other news, everything is horribte and if I don’t get dreams, goats or pizza very soon I will explode.
15/11 2017
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And, also

15/11 2017
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END SIMULATION
END SIMULATION
END SIMULATION
…beetlejuice?
15/11 2017
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Today will be a good day. This is Choko and Lakrids, Magnethe’s babies from 2008.

16/11 2017
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Good goat times today. Another cold one. Not frosty, but with my bad circulation it’s cold enough now that it feels freezing. Once again I wasn’t dressed warmly enough. I brought out my light winter coat, but I guess it was a mistake to have on a t-shirt under it. T-shirt weather is well an truly over.
But the goating was good. Just walking around with them. Dishing out treats, receiving smooches and chuddles. A father came by with a little girl and he asked if it was okay that they came over to say hi. Of course. When the little girl wanted to pet the goats he said “nice and easy” and then she kept saying that as she petted both Mia and Mio. Nice and easy, nice and easy. So sweet. That’s one of the nice things about taking the girls out front. We get to meet people face to face instead of through a fence. Reminds me of the old playground where we’d all go out all the time and meet people of the neighbourhood.
Now I’m cranking up the space heater and thawing out.
16/11 2017
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Here’s our little visitor. Nice and easy, Mia and Mio enjoying being the center of attention.

16/11 2017
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Good news, America! You’ll be allowed to import elephant trophies from Africa again. That’ll show those pesky elephants. You might have been safe under that Kenyan Muslim, but no more!
Etcetera. It’s a wonderful world. Unless you’re an elephant or a hibernating bear or need to drink from rivers etcetera.
16/11 2017
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Foggy day. Foggy world. Fog it.

16/11 2017
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Lost in the fog. Send help, and pizza.

16/11 2017
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Heading into the fog of dreams. The mist of the world behind the mirror. The face of glass. The dark path across the night sky. The thing with the whozits and the whatnows. Smoke me a metaphor, boys. I’ll be back for slippers.
16/11 2017
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Today will be a good day. This is Vanilje and her two kids Finn and Jacob from 2009.

17/11 2017
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Who drank it better?
link: Trump water video
17/11 2017
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Hey grandma, you got cats on the roof!

17/11 2017
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Excuse me, do you have a permit to be up here?

17/11 2017
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Look, I don’t know what to tell you. That pizza was for Bernie Bernstein and I got nothing to do with it. I didn’t eat it. Bernie musta eaten it. You need to talk to Bernie if you want your money.
17/11 2017
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Scrolling down my newsfeed is like zapping back and forth from a comedy to a horror movie. One second feeling like there is no reason to stay in the world, the next my heart swelling with happiness. Usually the latter is provoked by your kids or animals. I wish I could root out all the bad news and politics, but I don’t feel okay closing my eyes to it either. Even if it makes me want to jump off a CLIFF.
17/11 2017
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Yes, Mia does make some funny faces now and then.

17/11 2017
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‘The elephant won’t forget. What it’s like inside its cage’.
I don’t care if you’re a Repurplican or a Demurcrat. Elephants aren’t trophies. I’d be upset if Obama had lifted that ban too. I’d be upset if Obama’s offspring posed proudly with an elephan’ts cut off tail. I know the mainstreaim media lies about everything, and nothing means anything anymore. But nonetheless. God damn right.

17/11 2017
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Horsefaces. That’s Perle and I do believe Black Beauty is there in the dark. Good thing she has a white snoot.

17/11 2017
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Can you imagine the next time you see Betty White’s name trending on twitter? Clicking that is going to be the scariest thing you’ve ever done.
17/11 2017
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Staring into the dark, trying to see the light. Looking for the stars in the night sky.
18/11 2017
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Hello, my name is Mr Leaky Pipes and I hate to say I told you so.
18/11 2017
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Today will be a good day. This is Jacob again. He totally wanted to pose like this. It’s from 2009 but I clearly remember him asking me to do this. I’m pretty sure.

18/11 2017
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I spent all night working on some browser stuff that was really bothering me. It was a long slog of manually editing Firefox addons to make them work in Pale Moon and… I could go on and on with boring details. The important part is that after hours of trial and error and bleary eyes… I seem to have achieved what I wanted. Which will make some stuff easier. Which is good. I mean, it’s nothing amazing. It’s just a nice feeling when you think you won’t be able to do something but then you put in a lot of effort and you manage it. You know? Kinda like when you see a big block of boring text from a Danish weirdo and you think there’s no way you’re going to read all that but then you do, you read it all to the very end. Hoping for some funny surprise or clever insight. But it never comes. Ever. Because effort just isn’t worth it.
Wait, that wasn’t the point I was trying to get to. Let me start over.
The first such incident occured…
18/11 2017
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Mousy on the roof again.

18/11 2017
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Roasting marshmallows in the fiery pits of hell
18/11 2017
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Too vivid? I say, not vivid enough! I WANT ALL THE VIVID

18/11 2017
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“Crooked Hillary Clinton is the worst (and biggest) loser of all time. She just can’t stop, which is so good for the Republican Party. Hillary, get on with your life and give it another try in three years!”
The President of the United States of America in 2017. It’s hard to imagine there ever being anyone so undignified in that office ever again. And I’m not talking about the politics (because we don’t have all day). Just the rhetoric. This is what the leader of the free world talks like. When he’s not calling nuclear enemies “short and fat”.
Meanwhile someone named Jake Tapper is apparently going through all the sexual allegations against Trump one by one, but hey let’s demand Franken resigns for a stupid joke photo and a frenchkiss. Can you ever in a million years imagine Donald Trump asking for an ethics inquiry into himself? Meanwhile he’s calling people Pocahontas during Native American Heritage Month. Is he going to use the N word for black history month? The level of discourse is just so staggeringly low it’s unbelievable. It’s like we’re in an episode of Futurama with endless alternative universes and this one is the universe where all the real headlinse read like stories from The Onion. We’re all caught in a Beavis & Butthead reboot. Groundhog Day where everyone has the intelligence of a chipmunk and the integrity of a bar of soap that’s been dropped in the prison shower once too many times. I can’t even with the things. And Ivanka is selling Cthulhu thanksgiving decorations And over the past week I have found myself agreeing with Mitt Romney and Mitch McConnell and I don’t think it’s fair to me to do that to me, to me to me, to me or not to be that is the question! Quick, someone tell me if Sean Hannity is okay with Roy Moore dating 14 year olds today. Are the 24 hours up? Time for Another 24 Hours starring Mel Gibson as the least antisemitic of good cop bad cop can’t stop writing mouth diarrhea how do you even spell that flush it down the toilet alligators in new york sewers. Can’t we all just agree to agree with me? Hashtag snowflake news. They’re coming to take me away haha hee hee *cartoon anvil drops on his head and all the stars look down and laugh at me
18/11 2017
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Okay, i’m going to bed, breakfast and belong. Here’s a sweet goat’n’kitty combo to make up for the word vomit. I do am sorry. I keep meaning to do better, but then I don’t. What can I say? I am only huge, man. I am only Hugh Jackman. Sexiest man adrift. On memory blish of youth. The abominable snowflake man. The stay puffy marshmallow tire man. I’m tired, man. Dave’s not here, man. So I sent it all in a letter, man. But the nurse she likes my writing so she keeps it here just like me. Drip drip drip the faucet is fossing water torture, Chinese Pocahontas and the seven dwarves of deadly sins. Simsalabim. Go ask Alice when Jeeves is ten feet small. The butler did it, in the pantry with the bellhop. Hip hop what you got? Once more with eels kin.
Don’t worry, I plan to sleep for a long time so you can air out the mattresses and soap down the walls. This is the water and this is the well, actually.
Orange you glad I didn’t go bananas?

18/11 2017
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

19/11 2017
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Sorry about the insanity yesterday. I’m sure today will be saner. Probably. Well, there’s always a chance.
How am I feeling? Not great, Bob. The sadness and hopelessness is strong. I don’t want this world. But it’s all we got. My dad is going in for a biopsy tomorrow. The doctors say they assume it’s cancerous, but it’s been caught early. All we can do is hope for the best. It’s getting colder and colder. Starting to see reports of snow, though I’m not sure it’ll be in my area. But I feel the cold, deeply.
Good dreams last night, at least. Many, wonderful sights. (You can stop reading now if you aren’t interested in reading about dreams). Some disturbing too. There was a terrorist attack. Masses of smoke and fire billowing towards the storefront glass windows ahead. A man walking out of it, parts of him on fire. He wasn’t flailing his arms like you’d think a guy on fire would. Maybe he was in shock. He was walking like a zombie, while he burnt. Another one I was in a car, making a documentary about a guy who had murdered his girlfriend when he was young. Now he was old and had served his time and was leading a normal life. He was talking about his childhood as we drove around and I filmed him with my digital camera. I remember in the dream thinking that now you could actually make real movies with your own digital camera, and I wanted to go to film school and become a movie maker! Hmm, okay Senor Spielburger. But as the guy was talking he started almost re-enacting the murder. And then he started touching me inappropriately and when I rejected him it was like he realised he’d messed up and he started acting crazier and crazier and suddenly we were flashing back and I was in the car with him as a kid and he was opening the door and threatening to jump out the moving car and all sort of stuff. Haha. Creepy. But as I’ve said before, as long as it’s not about the goats getting hurt then I like a good nightmare. Dreams are fascinating.
Oh yes, another of the dreams just came back to me. Usually in my dreams I have perfect eyesight. But in this one I was blind on my right eye, as in reality. I was in bed and I was getting some sight back in my blind eye. And I was testing it by moving a finger back and forth in front of my eye. Which is something I sometimes do in real life. In reality I can see nothing, not even a difference between light and dark. But in the dream I was starting to pick up some visual clues. And it was so real. And I was in bed. I think I may have been half asleep and half awake because usually I don’t get that realistic blindness in full dreams.
Well anyway. At least I kept this brief and to the point. So now we just. Keep on keeping on. It’s all we got.
19/11 2017
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I dreamt about my Her too. It always makes me happy when she’s in my dreams. Funny the things you hang on to.
I forgot to thank you all. Thank you all. You are the light when someone turns the light off.
19/11 2017
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Now that I’ve annoyed sufficiently with words, it’s time to annoy with pictures.

19/11 2017
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My loves, my light.

19/11 2017
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Come here often?

19/11 2017
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I dare you not to smile

19/11 2017
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End of Facebook, go go goat photos.

That’s all for this week.

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