Today will be a good day. Here’s Herman.

19/2 2018
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Good goat times today. Hadn’t been out since Sky had her accident. Because things have got me down. But had to get out today to check on her. And she seems to be doing okay. She’s got a bandage on her head. Aw. Is there anything sadder than baby animals with bandages? Poor girl. But she came wobbling out with Milo when I opened the door for them. Straight around the corner to hoover the floor around the food storage bins. And more than happy to milk me for sympathy raisins. Lil trooper. Hopefully she gets healed up soon. We’ll see how it all turns out, but as long as she’s fine then I’m fine. A goat with any other number of horns would still smell this metaphor does not make sense.
Took them all out to the sandpit area. I’m starting to feel more comfortable having them all out and no one on a leash. I keep the ropes in my backpack in case I need to get them big girls under control. But it’s nice letting them run free. There is a certain group mentality forming, even if it’s obviously still split in two somewhat.
We didn’t stay out there for long, though. It started to rain. So we went back to the pen. Spent time in the goat house and the shelter. Lots of time with Sky sitting in my lap. Just a quiet time, listening to the rain. I love those goats, all 4 of them. Big ands mall, old and new. I am so glad I have them in my life.
19/2 2018
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Our lil trooper

19/2 2018
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The fabulous four out and about

19/2 2018
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Oh Mgee. Joel McHale’s new show is The Soup formatted. Not only do I love soup, I also love The Soup. I was bummed when it ended. I fthought his new show was going to be some talkshow. But it’s pretty much The Soup 2.0. Thumbs up. Now more than ever we need to make fun of reality TV, we’ve seen the horrific outcomes it can lead to.
19/2 2018
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Wanna join our pirate gang?

19/2 2018
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Happy golfing day!
19/2 2018
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miss you so much boy

19/2 2018
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The cyclops and the unicorn

19/2 2018
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That is all for today. We are the world. You are in our house now. There’s always music in the air and we got a fridge full of garmonbozia. Leave your bazooka at the front door and please don’t text while you’re driving me insane. Thank you for leaving the lights on when I’m alone in the dark. Next show at eleven, now here’s Kanye with the weather.
19/2 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day.

20/2 2018
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Where are my pumpkin seeds!?
When I take them all out to the sandpit area, Mia runs to the treat bench expecting me to release the pumpkin seeds. Force of habit is strong.

20/2 2018
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I dreamt there was hope for the future.
I also dreamt I could still read paper books.

20/2 2018
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goatlog

20/2 2018
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I think grandma wants a sit in my lap too

20/2 2018
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Goat my eye on you

21/2 2018
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Sometimes when I look through the photos I’ve taken that day I’ll see one and immediately have an idea for a meme. And sometimes I’ll see one and I’ll immediately know I want to make a meme of it and I’ll put it away to come up with the actual idea later. And sometimes I’ll have them lying around on my hard drive for 3 years before I actually do something with them.
And by that I mean, here’s a photo of Popcorn from 3 years ago that I’ll post in the comments. I have a sort of idea for the meme text, but I’m inviting suggestions from the Facebox crowd. Maybe I’ll use yours. Or maybe I won’t. Or maybe it’ll take another 3 years before I decide. YOU NEVER KNOW.
It’s a good excuse to post a neverbeforeseen picture of Popcorn, though. I loved that goofy boy. Hope he’s fathering lots of goofy goat babies at his new home.
21/2 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day, guys.

21/2 2018
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Well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a guy who eats pizza a lot.
Ah ha ha ha Pizza liiife
21/2 2018
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If I didn’t already love her…

21/2 2018
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From season 1 of Family Guy. Not sure why this didn’t catch on like Bye Felicia.
link: family guy video
21/2 2018
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Experimenting with hd video. I might start filming in 1920×1280@60fps. Of course it gets downscaled when you upload it to Facebox, so I don’t know how much point there is to it. You could watch the goatlogs on youtube in full hd, though. If you’re were a maniac, maaaniac.
But the higher resolution would be benificial for taking stills from the videos and when zooming. So maybe I’ll give it a try.
EXCITING BEHIND-THE-SCENES making of bonus feature update for the premium subscribers.
21/2 2018
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Don’t worry, Milo. We haven’t forgotten about you. You are very cute too. And you have a wonderful bleater.

21/2 2018
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oh and goatlog

21/2 2018
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You don’t scare me, that could be anyone’s fuzzybutts.

21/2 2018
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And that’s the end of that day. I’m going to go pull the wool over my eyes and the wellness quilt over furry behind. Look, I paid for these goat pyjamas so I gotta get some use out of them.
Note: I made that up. I do not have goat pyjamas. Do not ask for pictures of me in goat pyjamas. Even if I did have goat pyjamas, which I do not, I would not post pictures of myself in goat pyjamas. There is simply no way that, okay maybe some 1920z1280 video of me dancing to Mambo no 5 in goat pyjamas. But only for the special premium member of my paysite, www.LasseInGoatPyjamas,com. Hashtag slash secret dot dll.
And by that I mean it’s time for the worker of the week award.
21/2 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Finn and Jacob from 2009.

22/2 2018
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Good goat times today. Freezing morning. My zipper broke again. I know how to put it back together now, but unfortunately a part of it fell into the muddy ground and I wasn’t able to find it. Luckily by the time I was heading home the sun was out, so that made the cold walk back with open coat a little more bearable.
But the goating was good. Our little trooper Sky is no longer wearing a bandage. The broken horn is healing. The raw parts hardened? I guess. Or however that works. But now she’s got one normal little horn and one smaller one. If they both keep growing at the same rate then she’ll end up looking quite peculiar. But all that matters is that she’s healthy and doing well. Gave her lots of loving today.
Meanwhile Milo is getting quite the attitude. He was practically butting heads with Mia today. Well, not butting heads. But face to face, and not backing down. Which is great. The more the little ones stand up to the old ladies, the better they’ll work as a group.
We had some visitors today. A group of kids. Their grownups asked if they could come into the pen and say hi to the goats. I don’t actually know if I’m allowed to let people in the pen or not. But then they started lifting the kids over the fence, haha. They said they’d been in the pen a few days ago. So I figured they were allowed. Luckily no kids were eaten by our dangerous goats. And the kids enjoyed saying hello to all the goats. Always sweet having visitors like that.
22/2 2018
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Grandma gave me a little scare this morning. The goats were already out when I got there. And Mia and the little ones came bleating to greet me. But I couldn’t see Mio anywhere. Well, I wasn’t too worried because I know she likes to stay under a roof somewhere. I got in the pen but couldn’t find her. Until I re-checked the shelter. She was hiding behind a christmas tree. That’s what I get for having bad eyesight.

22/2 2018
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Look, if Michelle Pfeiffer had had a gun then Coolio wouldn’t have been able to give her all that attitude in the Gangsta’s Paradise video. I’m just saying.
22/2 2018
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The little darling. Lil horn, big horn.
I think I know how she broke it, by the way. We’d been speculating that butting heads with Milo caused it, because he had blood on his head too. But after thinking about it, I remembered that Sky actually had a run-in with Mia. That is to say, Mia ran into her. Full speed jumping down from a bench and hitting Sky into a wall next to her. And it was just after that the visitors came by and remarked that she was bleeding. So, I think that must have been it. I just can’t believe Milo would have the raw power to break her horn. I can, easily, beliave that he’d get some of her blood on him because they are always attached at the hips. He could easily have gotten his forehead in contact with the side of her head.
So, I think that must be it. Poor little Sky. When it happened she let out a big yelp and ran away. I went to check on her, but she ran away from me too. That’s not unusual. They like being held, but as you saw in the video of Milo slipping away from me they do have an instinctual “you’re not gonna catch me!” when you reach for them. And she was walking around fine. So I didn’t think much of it. If I had had better eyesight I might have seen her broken horn then. But as it was I didn’t see it until the visitors pointed it out.
Mystery solved, I think. They’re all getting along fairly well, but of course the little ones get a shove now and then. That’s normal goating. It was just bad luck that Mia had so much force coming down from the bench and Sky’s head must have been knocked into the wall so hard. She seems to be doing fine now, that’s all that matters.

22/2 2018
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An army of sound to beat back those who would inflict sorrow upon the lands.
Embrace the water, surf the flood, ride the tide. Into the sunset, and what lies beyond. Let sleeping lies die. There’s a gap in between worlds, the magician longs to flee. This is for the pale horse and the white in your eyes. No one knows what it’s like and nobody will know your name until it’s on a stone. I get eaten by the worms. With nothing left inside. Do you ever feel?
I am sure there is a point, where two lines converge. What you are and what you could have been. Somewhere there’s another us, both cats. Every me in his right place. Xenophia armageddon karma throw him on the fire.
You guys keep spinning the world like a hamster wheel while I’m gone. See you tomorrow. Let the sound march, stay in tune. The chrome reflects our image.
22/2 2018
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Today will be a good day. Have a Fuzzy Friday, with some bonus Palle.

23/2 2018
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goatlog

23/2 2018
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Poltergeist Big Brother, where a group of poltergeists have to live together and haunt each other and be voted off one by one.
23/2 2018
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The real beauty lies in our imperfections.

23/2 2018
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You know that feeling when you’re a cartoon character and you just fell off the cliff but cartoon gravity hasn’t caught up to you yet?
23/2 2018
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Venting steam, no reason to read. The dark is staring back.
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Make America guns again.
Go ahead, punk. Make my day.
Another Trump campaign guy is pleading guilty to, something. But I’m sure the president is squeaky clean. Thankfully Melania has wiped out cyber bullying, while their kids are well on their way to wiping out the animal life so it won’t suffer when the climate dies. We need more dead animals to leave fossils for the fuel, fossils for fuel, fossils for the fuel. Here’s your dodo egg omelette. Here’s your NRA hashtag campaign. Here’s a guy who lives in Washington and makes millions and claims that he’s on your side against the elite. The NRA is cancer. Their business is guns. They literally profit from putting guns in the hands of as many people as possible. That’s their business. They made money from the weapons that just killed kids. You trust them to be impartial? Here’s a commercial from the 40s about how great smoking is for you. You think the tobacco companies would restrict tobacco or warn about health risks if they weren’t forced. Give your kids more cigarettes, the only way to stop cancer is a good guy with a cigar. Ceci n’est pas happening.
This shithole is full of quicksand
23/2 2018
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der lever og ånder, danser og synger

24/2 2018
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*Flash-forward*
“I always dreamed of becoming a teacher, but I could never pass the shooting range exam”
24/2 2018
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Fuck Trump, the lying sack of shit in a shirt, and his corrupt family. Fuck the NRA who are responsible for way way way more American deaths than any refugees or immigrants. Fuck the cowards who dance to the tune of coins dropping in their purses. Fuck the religious people who preach family values while telling their mistresses to get abortions and finding dates in High School yearbooks and fucking pornstars while their wives are nursing newborns. Fuck the Bills, Clintons and O’Reillys and Cosbys for using their power, position or fame to prey on women. Fuck the people who condemn one holy book’s craziness while ignoring the craziness in their own holy book. Fuck cancer. Fuck terrorism. Fuck war. Fuck poverty and starvation and disease and disaster. Fuck hunger and hate and bigotry and racism. Fuck all these things that we bring on ourselves and inflict upon others. And fuck those who profit from them.
Fuck the people who have blinded me and put hatred in my heart where it does not belong. Fuck the darkness that grabs me and shakes me down. Thank you those who bring the light. Let it shine even if I don’t deserve it.
If this offends you or bothers you, feel free to unfriend me. Just another snowflake in the shitstorm.
24/2 2018
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And with that out of my system…
Today will be a good day. Peanut brings the light.

24/2 2018
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updated his profile picture.Falling apart in the flames, fire walk with me.
Don’t fart at the campfire.

24/2 2018
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A song for peace and understanding, a dance for love and compassion, a plea for reason and humanity. A hope for warmth and sanity. A better way of living, a healthier way of thinking. A rational solution to the problems that face us in our everyday lives. A sense of worth and dignity. A belonging and a confidence to calm the troubled waters. A hand to hold as you walk through the dark. A push in the right direction and someone to catch you when you fall.
Tomorrow is another day, find the way. Follow the goat berries and forgive the fire, it does not mean to burn you. One day we’ll all be spacedust in the supernova. Time will collapse and every day will be now and every day will be tomorrow and forever will be every day. Time is a construct that will have no meaning once we’re no longer here to count the seconds, minutes, hours. I’m going to go dream of peace and love and understanding. And other crazy notions.
Knock knock. Who’s there? MEEEEEEEEEEE

24/2 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys

25/2 2018
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This song is my jam right now. I love it to bits. Yesterday, when my insides where boiling and everything was darkening, I was trying to calm myself and change the direction of my mind. Another path. And the words popped into my head “a song for peace and understanding”. I went to youtube and put it in the search field and this song came up. I’d never heard it before, but I think it’s amazing. And I wrote the post trying to think of good things, better things. Happier things. And I guess it sort of worked. At least everything is not dark right now. I should probably not check twitter…
I remember as a kid I was never sure if Elvis Costello was the same person as that other Elvis who made music haha. Have a good Sunday, and thanks for holding my hand when it gets dark.

25/2 2018
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Thank you Keiko Murakami! It is wonderful! Your art is one of the great things that the goats have brought into my life. I love what you do, and I’m always happy when you do it for me.
Should I apply some white-out to one of Sky’s horns though?
Just kidding. Thank you!

25/2 2018
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Lucky clones

25/2 2018
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Still listening to this song. Maybe I’ll stop after I’ve been through every version on youtube. It speaks to my heart, deeply. It’s funny how music can be you. I always was naive. I just.. want peace. Is that so stupid? War is over if you want it.
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As I walk on through this wicked world
Searching for light in the darkness of insanity
I ask myself, Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain, and hatred, and misery?
And as I walked on through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
‘Cause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cry
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love, and understanding?

25/2 2018
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We’re gonna need more clones to take care of all these goats.

25/2 2018
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goatlog

25/2 2018
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I guess SOMEONE needed to apologise

25/2 2018
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End of Facebook. Go go goat photos.

That’s all for this week.

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