Frostnip
Today will be a good day. Here’s Popcorn from 2015.
26/11 2018
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Good goat times today. But cold. Frosted grass. Frozen padlock on the goat gate. Brr. I had my skullcap on under my hat and gloves on for the first time this season. And handwarmers in the gloves. And it was still too cold. Gotta start wearing my sweater too. Took the goats out for some light grazing. Foraging. Not much to eat. Some frozen, fallen leaves and cold grass. I managed to deflect grandma from the communal gardens, but then Mia went in there. She is considerably faster than grandma. I chased after her, but I think she could sense that something was wrong. Tail up, ears out, running like the devil was after her. If it had been grandma I would have caught up, turned her around and marched her out. But with me following Mia just ran through until she got out through the other hedge. It was kind of funny. She had an “Uh oh, I think I’m in trouble. I wanna see if there’s something to eat here but if I stick around I’ma get caught”. And as I rushed after her the little ones got left behind out sight and started bleating because clearly we had abandoned them at the orphanage and they were now doomed to a life in the mean streets of victorian London. Until they realised we were just around the corner. Oh goats.
But the cold got to me. I started feeling queasy. Like i had to throw up. I got the goats back to the pen and quickly fed them the veggies I’d brought and then I headed off for home, because I felt like I had to get home before I might pass out. I started feeling worse and worse. Mia and the little ones were bleating after me as I left. Normally when I leave I hand out plenty of treats to distract them. If you’ve seen the videos you know how awful they sound the minute I go out of sight. If I don’t distract them with food. But there was no distracting thme today. It was like they were shouting “Where are you going, you always hang out in the pen with us before you go?!”. Sorry kids.
I’m not sure if it was the cold or not. I’m feeling a bit better now, home and warmer and all. Maybe the cold messed up my tummy. Well, we’ll see. I’ma try some hot chocolate and hope I survive. It’s a good thing I type so much that my frozen fingers get warmed up.
26/11 2018
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On the plus side, we did actually get sunshine today. And a lovely sky. Just too bad it’s so cold.
26/11 2018
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Tear gas against families and kids, kids in cages, nazi saluting school kids protected by free speech, Saudis buying the rights to murder journalists. Nah, fascism couldn’t happen in America. By the way, what motivation could anyone have to end an investigation that literally has gotten people convicted and lead to guilty pleas. The head of everything wants to end an investigation that has actually provenly uncovered criminals. How is that a thing, okay I’m done no more politics on the facebox I swear. Just had to vomit out the bile.
26/11 2018
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Superior goat is above it all
26/11 2018
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Started reading the new Murakami novel. Killing Commendatore. Judging from the headlines of reviews that I have seen it may not be his greatest work. But I’m enjoying it a lot. It’s kind of slow and the narrator is kind of slow and it feels like a meditation to listen to it.
But. The funny thing is. I just now realised there’s a problem with the files. I actually started reading from chapter 21 without knowing it… I mean, there were things that seemed strange and unexplained but… It’s Murakami. Strange and unexplained are his middle names (don’t fact check me, bro). Then all of a sudden after chapter 44 it started on the prologue! Whoopsie. Haha. But it’s pretty amusing that I have been enjoying the book despite reading it out of order. Maybe the reviewers should have read it like that too… So now I have to read chapter 1 through 20 and then it’ll go back to chapter 45 for another 20 or so chapters to the end. That’s ONE way to read a book..
The sense of mystery is one of the things I enjoy most about Murakami, so maybe I should just read all his book wildly out of other. Hah.
26/11 2018
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Mars landing? I hope the Martians don’t have tear gas…
26/11 2018
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Right, I’m done for the day. Feeling pretty okay. Hopefully it was just a cold flash or something. Nothing a 20 hour nap can’t take care of. So tired.
Hey thanks everyone for paying attention to me. I’m like the monster under your bed. If you don’t believe in me then I don’t exist. And I always eat your socks if you drop them on the floor.
26/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day everyone.
27/11 2018
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I had some pretty amusing dreams, involving among other things John Oliver being a surly cab driver and Jon Stewart.. herding pigs around downtown on a bicycle? I think. Hmm. I wonder if there were any other political talkshow hosts doing traffic things that I have forgotten about.
Any yet somehow, the real world politics are still crazier.
I think I’m feeling better. So far so good. Crank up the heat.
27/11 2018
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Even Geraldo was disgusted and moved by the tear gassing of refugees. Have we finally found the straw that broke the camel’s back?
Or is eveyone still totes cool with the white kids getting away with nazi saluts while the brown kids get stuffed in cages and tear gassed? How low can you go and still feel comfortable, as long as the stock market is up and guns are everywhere?
27/11 2018
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Keep it goat. Here’s Milo entertaining the crowd.
27/11 2018
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My favourite line is “I am still sort of amazed that you can be born in the 90s”
And that’s out of date now. There are 18 year olds who were born AFTER the 90s. The 90 was the past for them the moment they were born how is that possible why am I so old when my face looks like I stole it from a baby. Ted Cruz grows more beard than I do. That’s a line from my new rap. You should buy my rap, it’s on the icharts hashtag im cool too
27/11 2018
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goatlog
27/11 2018
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Goat squad engage.
27/11 2018
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I turned this pic into a meme because you all seemed to like it so much. So don’t blame me. I just live here.
28/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day everyone.
28/11 2018
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I gotta remember not to feed the trolls.
That tear gas is going to make you cry when you eat the babies
28/11 2018
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The frost cometh
28/11 2018
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The Time Travelers Goat: A Novel
28/11 2018
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Logging off the facebox. Letting the black hole take me for the night. The pull of gravity, the rise and fall of the sea, the tide coming and going. The moon chasing the sun, all these stars drip down like butter. Catch them in your frying pan, you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few skulls. Jonas and his tupperware party in the whale, leaving plastic and stale bread. Mercury in the fish, tear gas for the children, a pig in sheep’s toupé. Out of the frying pan and into the global warming.
28/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Clark from 2014.
29/11 2018
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goatlog
29/11 2018
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Head for the sun
29/11 2018
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Can’t believe Santa uses a private email server. Who has been naughty and nice is very sensitive information, we must demand higher security measures
29/11 2018
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Feeling kinda cold, sad, scared, tired. I call this fragrance ‘2018’.
2018, when things just stink.
29/11 2018
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Think goat thoughts
29/11 2018
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Well that’s a first. I have, on rare occasions, heard Danish songs playing in the background of American movies or TV shows (in fact I have heard my old classmate Tina played on US TV). But I don’t think I’ve ever seen the characters in an American TV show sing along to a Danish song before.
I was half-watching Splitting Up Together and then suddenly Lukas Graham starts playing and they actually sing along to it and anyway it’s 3:05 am what year is this
30/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Have a Fuzzy Friday. Here is Mr Fuzzington from 2016.
30/11 2018
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Good goat times today. I was feeling pretty depressed in the morning, so much that even going to see the goats seemed like something pointless to do. But luckily the rational part of my brain (whatever is left of it) knows that seeing the goats is always worth it. So I got out to go. Too early. Too dark. It was not a fun wallk along the highway. Gotta make sure to go a little later until it gets lighter out. It was even too early for the goats. Normally when I take them out htey go straight to the greens and get to work. But it was still pretty dark when I let them out and they were feeling a bit insecure. Hovering around the gate to their pen. So I unlocked the gate for them. Grandma went right to the shelter. Too early for her. So we spent some time in the pen, until it got a little lighter out. And then we went out for some greens. And then back to the pen for some more good time. And it was just what I needed.
I got myself a goat brush. Actually it’s just a human brush , but it seemed to work fine. Mia seemed to enjoy the brushing. Maybe I should wait until the srping with that though, I don’t really want to comb the wool out of the fur when it’s getting cold. But it is a cute thing to do.
Note to the universe: Can you please make elderberry soup available in the supermarket again? Tomorrow is December. It’s cold. I need elderberry soup. I don’t understand why it hasn’t shown up in the supermarkets. It’s the season ,gosh darned it.
Gonna hot chocolate it instead.
30/11 2018
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Goat therapy. Hard not to smile when you got a big, goofy goat in your face.
30/11 2018
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“How long until someone runs on the platform of #FoodStampsForAll ? If healthcare is a right, is food as well?”
Oh no, just let your citizens starve to death you poster child for Republican inhumanity.
Don’t you just hate the lazy bums who won’t get jobs? They laugh at us as they starve to death, avoiding contributing to society at all cost.
You know, maybe Melania has a point. Maybe this Christmas we all deserve to be slaughtered by murder-trees. Who’s chopping down whomst now?! It’s like the pod people, you go to bed with your darling husband and or wife next to you and you wake up with a murder-tree lying next to you. All hail the murder-trees. Let’s all go to the redrum forest hooray
30/11 2018
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I don’t know about you, but I’m all goated out. Shutting down the machine for today. Planning to sleep as much as I can, so hold my calls and someone please remember to push the Like button every 108 minutes.
30/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Mio and the Ping Pong twins from 2016.
1/12 2018
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goatlog
1/12 2018
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Look what I done diddily got in the mailaroony! Thank you so much, Keiko Murakami ! And of course thank you to the GGGA crew for being so excellent and cute. A calendar of supreme goatness makes for hopefully a good 2019.
Thank you for thinking of me, my favourite Murakami!
1/12 2018
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Theory: The superhot and dry summer is the reason that I cannot get elderberry soup in the supermarkets? Is a hot summe bad for the elderberry harvest? I don’t know. But I was just talking to my dad about it, and it’s the only reason we can think of to explain why there’s no elderberry soup anywhere.
The good news is mama is going to be making her good ole fashion soup soon now. That’s the only good thing about the cold weather. Ima get soupy yall.
1/12 2018
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Had great dreams last night. Nothing that would make sense talking about. Like, where would I even start with the nature preservation foundation that set up cameras in the tree poiinting into my bedroom?!
They weren’t even security cameras, it was just a couple of DSLRs taped together on a branch!
1/12 2018
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I am the Goat Master, bow before me! I … I’m the.. Guys? I… I am the Goat Master, keep grazing and totally ignore me… Good, just as I planned it.
2/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone
2/12 2018
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Enjoying the Irish reactions to being drawn against Denmark in the footballsports again. Met in the World Cup qualifier playoff then the Nations League and now in the Euro qualifiers. It’ll either be two times 0-0, or if Eriksen is fit we’ll beat them by five. Calling it now.
2/12 2018
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I will always love BC. Even if I can’t follow him down the rabbit hole, I’ll still be lying in the grass with my ear to the ground to hear him.
The Smashing Pumpkins are coming to Denmark on their tour, but they’re playing on Funen. The island of Funen. What even is that. Even if they were to play in my hometown I’d still have a massive battle with my anxieties and blindness to consider going. Funen is not an option.
Who knows. Maybe some day. It would be a little sad if I never got to see them live, since they are the band of my life.
2/12 2018
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Waiting for the pizza delivery like
2/12 2018
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The Fireman and The Giant is the same being, change my mind
2/12 2018
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Speaking of footballsports, this makes me misty-eyed like an Adele song. Peak Danish footballsports history. It never got better. Well, maybe ’92. But Elkjær-Laudrup. When football was fun.
Okay, I’ll shut up about the sportsball now.
2/12 2018
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Hey, quit stealing my wool
2/12 2018
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That’s all for this week.