Fall
Good goat times today. Great to be back and my element. After two weeks away and then only managing one visit last week. I hope to do better this week. And we’re off to a good start.
A rainy day. Forecast warned of possibly heavy rain, but it didn’t get too bad while I was out. We spent most of the time in the goat house, going down in the pen for a while when the sun aaalmost peeked out.
I spent a lot of time making sure Sky could stay dry. She’s so sweet when she sits under the shelter roof with her head buried in a box of hay. I closed the trap door thing so she could sit out there without the big girls poking their heads out to bother her. They see she has a box of hay to herself and they forgot the giant rack of hay right next to them. They want that box too! Oh goats.
I did smack my head on the shelter roof again. But I don’t think I have lost any cognisant blueberry fish sales. So that’s probably pretty Gargamel.
We had some visitors too. Kids braving the rain. Lily was there, saying hi to me and the camera.
A sweet ole goat day, let’s hope there are more of those in stock.
And now it’s a good day for soup. That’s one thing the colder weather has going for it. It’s good soup weather.
15/9 2025
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Three goats staying dry. Luna in the doorway, Sky out under the shelter roof, Bella on the box at the hayrack.
The board above Sky can be lowered to close the opening. The goats get scared whenever I do it, even if they aren’t right next to it, even if i do it slowly. There’s something about that thing being lowerd that just makes them run for the hills.
15/9 2025
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Sky sitting with her box of hay.
15/9 2025
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PSA
16/9 2025
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Remember when the worst thing in political discourse was that guy who become internet famous for a minute because he was really cute and weird and jolly and people thought he was great and amusing and then they looked through his reddit history and found him making comments about pregnant women being sexy u-boats or some sht like that.
Or the weirdest thing a politician did was when Marco Rubio stopped in the middle of a tv speech to take drink from a glass of water?
We’ve come a long way since then. A long way down, I mean. We’re like sunken u-boats at the bottom of the sea now.
Anyway that’s neither here nor there.
16/9 2025
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In othern ews, Rest in peace Robert Redford. I can’t say I was exactly a fan of him, but he was one of those names when i was growing up that just screamed SUPERSTAR.
Can’t help wondering who today’s kids are going to feel like that about when they’re older. TikTok stars, K-pop singers and ai bots, probably. *shakes fist and yells at clouds*
16/9 2025
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“If I were male, I’d prefer to be neutered”.
Things you didn’t expect to hear yourself say.
16/9 2025
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Idea; A Hobbit doing a ventriloquist act. We’ll call it the Hobbit & Puppet Show. it’ll be great. If you contribute to my kickstarter on the platinum level we’ll make the ventriloquist puppet in your image, including a realistic rendition of your feet.
16/9 2025
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Sorry bout the dumb posts, here’s a goat post.
16/9 2025
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goatlog
17/9 2025
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I don’t like thinking outside the box. I always think inside the box. The pizza box. Where the pizza is. You get it? Hold on, let me draw you a picture.
17/9 2025
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Do you ever feel like your mental pain and your physical pain are two giant robots in a boxing match and you’re just hiding under the blanket terrified of who will win?
Or just me?
17/9 2025
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Great. My toilet won’t flush. This happened some month’s ago or so, but it fixed itself while i was panicking over it.
Now it doesn’t seem to be fixing itself.
Trying home remedies from the net.
i will probably have to call the super tomorrow morning. Just super. More people, more things to deal with. Gosh pickle it.
17/9 2025
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Who’s got to thumbs and a toilet that flushes?
This guy.
It hasn’t been the day I was hoping for, though. Had to send Jeanette a message saying i would not come in to help with the goats as planned. The toilet was still inoperational in the morning.
So I had to sit around and wait till 10 am when the hotline opened. One minute to 10 I grabbed my phone and.. found that it had somehow turned off during the night. I rarely turn off my phone. Don’t know what happened there. But I frantically typed my pin, and got it wrong 3 times. Whoops. I knew the digits, just got the order mixed up. Okay I thought, i’ll turn my phone off and on again and enter them right this time. But my phone was smarter than that. Because I had entered a wrong code 3 times now I had to enter the PUK code to reset it. The PUK code? I had no idea what that was. I was pukked. I went to website of the telecom and looked at their faq and it said that the puk was in the email i had gotten when i got the SIM card. Alright, went to my email and digged that out and got my PUK. And entered it and got into my phone.
So instead of calling on the stroke of 10 am, it ended up being like 10.15. Okay, no biggie. The woman I talked to was having problems with her computer system. Great. But she got my info and told me there would be someone coming around between 12.30 and 15.30. Unless her system was malfunctioning in which case she’d get in touch with me again. Alrirey then.
So I had a couple of hours to kill. I spent them mostly cleaning my bathroom. Which it sorely needed. I got some of the worst grime away. It needs a professional cleaning, though. I am still worried about what will happen when I get kicked out. But i’ll worry about that when i get there.
But now lots of waiting, and paranoid thoughts about everything that could go wrong. Because my mind loves to do that.
Around 2 pm the phone rang and the guy said he’d be right over. And i let him in. And it took like 5 minutes and the toilet was fixed. Hooray! I didn’t quite catch what had been the problem, other than it was something “it happens”. Ok. I was just happy to have it fixed. Like so many other things, you don’t realise how nice it is to be able to flush the toilet until you can’t.
And as always I worried way more than I have to and the anxiety was way worse than the actual thing. But so it goes. Calling people, letting people into my apartment, things not working. Just a stressful day for a ninkompoop like me. But now I can flush, so that’s good.
And another missed goat day, too many of those lately. But I’m going to have me some soup now and try to relax. And that thing about getting back into my normal routines again, that’s definitely going to happen. Any day now. No more pain, no more worry, no more malfunctioning toilets, it’s going to be smooth sailing from here. People will point at me in the streets and go “hey there’s that guy with no problems, ain’t he lucky” and I’ll wave to them and tip my top hat to them and wink through my monocle and then i’ll throw some shine nickles to the street urchins and the sun will laugh down at me with its antrmorphised face and there will always be a song in the air.
*flush*
18/9 2025
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This is Lasse. This is Lasse not talking about antifa and Jimmy Kimmel.
Do you think I will block my toilet if I flush down the world?
18/9 2025
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Hey hey goats goats
18/9 2025
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The weather forecast shows all temps below 15C/60F. And colder at night.
The summer really is over. It was not the summer I was hoping for. Full of fear and anxiety and pain. Meetings and tooth extractions and getting kicked out of apartments aand worry about family health. The world going down the pooper. Complicated goat hierarchy. I don’t think we had a single day over 30C/84F. Maybe a couple, but not by much.
Ah well. There were plenty of good goat days at least. Who knows. Maybe by next summer I will be living in a swanky newly renovated apartment and be back in good shape and have no pain. Maybe it will be a hot goat boy summer.
I am blessed, but I am cursed with the inability to see the blessings a lot of the time. A fatalistic mind is no fun. But hey hey, at least I haven’t lost it. My mind, i mean. Cuckoo. Still perfectly sane.
No point to any of this I guess, getting ready for bedtime and what dreams may come.
Thank you all for helping me along. I am sure my posts can get quite annoying, but I sure do appreciate that there are people who care about me, when I struggle to care about myself. And people offering advice, even if I’m not great at taking it. Voices that I want to listen to when the world is fully of voices that I would rather not hear shouting at me.
You all make a big difference in my life, and I hope you know it. I am thankful. Everyone should have support in their hard times, thank you for giving that to me. Hoep I contribute something nice to yours once in a while, even if just a silly goat photo or a falling camera and an exasperated sigh.
And if I get reincarnated as a mosquito I promise i will relentlessly haunt the nights of your enemies and feast on their blood. Fear the buzz, you never know if it carries a plague upon your house.
Alrigth alright. I’ll just go flush the toilet for the 50th time today to check it’s still working. We’re all floaters down here.
18/9 2025
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What streamer do owls watch on their tablets when they go to the bathroom?
Hoo Loo.
19/9 2025
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Do you ever feel like you’re falling slowmotion while the world turns around you in highspeed?
19/9 2025
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It’s a good thing that Jimmy kimmel just lost his tv show and wasn’t assassinated. If he had been assassinated then all the people on the right couldn’t post all the “he deserved to have this happen to him” things that i’m seeing.
20/9 2025
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Sky thoughts, and feather thoughts.
20/9 2025
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If I had wings I would crawl.
It hasn’t been the best of days. My ambition to get back to old and better routines have so far failed. But next week. Next week it will be goats and exercise and healthy eating. You can count on that. one two three, count the ways. Oh the pretty lies, they shine like stars in the darkest night.
Anway, we’ll see how that goes. I will settle for no pain and no swelling and no getting kicked out of apartments and no family health scares and no exploding toilets. Working on my list for santa. I bet Santa is just like us, he hates all the christmas stuff starting to appear in stores. A reminder that soon he will have to get back to work. I wonder if he has android elves working in the fortress of santatude, keeping lists and monitoring our communications to keep track of who is naughty and nice. A social media score to determine if you’re going to get coal or cancelled.
Aanyway. Did some tech support over the phone for my mom today. Somehow she managed to delete the shortcut she uses to get on the internet. This is the problem when people don’t really understand the systems they use. Some completely minor hiccup can cause everything to grind to a complete unrecoverable halt. Maybe it would have been better if i hadn’t set up everything for my parents, had let them have to manage it on their own. So they would learn. But I couldn’t do that. And I’m happy to help, happy when I can help. It’s more a worry if I’m for some reason not available. I am not sure what they would do then.
But I was able to fix it, it took some time but I managed to help her get the shortcut back from the Recycle Bin. I was relieved to be able to do it over the phone. I was worried i’d have to go to their place. Not that I mind visiting and not that I mind going doing tech support trips usually. But right now I’m just.. pretty low. Low capacity. Having to get dressed and doing that walk in my current less good shape and hurting back and everything.. I am glad I didn’t have to do that.
It was easier when the goats were at the previous playground, the trip to my parents place could sort of fit in as a halfway point between my place and the goat place. The new playground is in the opposite direction. So there’s no way to combine a goat trip and a parent trip.
But again, I am not complaining. I am lucky to have my parents still, to have them both and to have them near and that they are there for me. So I certainly want to be there for them as well. A little tech support is the least I can do to give back for all the help they have given me.
I just need to get myself in a bit better shape now, mentally and physically.
Next week, for sure. The first steps. Two steps forward, three steps back, five steps forward, two steps back, a little to the side and shake it all around.
As the world burns, let’s get the marshmallows out and tell some campfire stories. Someone tell the one about the Epstein files, we’re all dying to hear it.
20/9 2025
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I slept for about 13 hours. i’m not gonna lie, that was pretty nice.
Then got up and wasted hours on a computer issue that wasn’t really important. That was not very smart.
If you want to hire me as your life coach just send an email to 4SeasonsLassescaping a clownfart to censored.
21/9 2025
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While i was gone from the goats, someone dismantled my playset. Again. So I had to put it back together. It was pulled apart so much that I couldn’t really get it back the same way. So I tried a new configuration. i think I liked the old one better. But oh well. Both Bella and Luna got up on the biggest log and balanced around, so they seem to like it okay. To them it’s just “oh there’s something on the ground I must jump on it” while i’m over here trying to construct fancy things. Haha. Good thing i don’t overthink things.
21/9 2025
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The week is winding down. I am not in a good mental space. Kind of in the way that I don’t want to be here. But here I am. Here we are. And tomorrow I will start to try to get back to the better routines. One day a day. Wherever it takes us, there we are.
Hope you are being well. Thanks for being there. You do good, for me.
Okay, sleep need now. Words frail me.
21/9 2025
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That’s all for now.