Electric Guitar & Saxophone
Feeling better again. No head ache. Less internet problem. The martians that live in my cupboard have stopped playing their infernal techno music. Life is good again.
I made french fries today. For the first time in my appartment. I guess I can’t call it my “new appartment” anymore, since we’re in November and it’s my fourth month here. It took me that long to make french fries, amazing.
I saw an (almost) lifesized santa figure/doll in the store today. It was almost taller than me! I wanted to buy it so bad. It would be awesome to have a huge santa like that. In the summertime I could dress him up in Hawaii beach clothes and I could talk to him and pretend he didn’t listen and get mad at him and then brood for a while until he offered me a daiquiri and we’d be friends again. Oh the fun we could have. Sadly he cost 1000 kroners which is a little too much for me to spend on imaginary friends. Even physically real imaginary friends. Maybe they’ll put him on sale when christmas is over. I can only hope.
The promised goat pictures:
Mads in a typical goat pose. Down on the front knees. That position always makes me laugh a little, the way their butt is stuck up in the air. Haha.
Magnethe looking up at the tall Plume’s camera. See how her colour is fading a bit in places? A shure shign of winter. Their wool will come in tots and bunches.
Vanilje. Much like the picture from Saturday. I like how her eyes are not looking at my hand. They always use their sense of smell to determine if they should eat.. my hand.
And then Sille came over to say hello. Normally the horses are down in the park, but yesterday they were up at the playground. We’re best friends again, Sille and I, now that she isn’t trying to kill me anymore.
Wait. What’s that thumping beat I hear? Oh no, the martians are back!
November 8th, 2007 at 0:50
Mads looks like he’s in quicksand. Help, help! Throw that poor goat a rope!
Mmmm . . . so your brown goat gets lighter in color in the winter and our primarily white goat gets darker in the winter. Something is going on here I don’t understand.
We have “Jasper the Scarecrow” in our front yard in the flower garden. He wears a tall green hat for St. Patrick’s Day and a red Santa hat for Christmas. And a straw hat the rest of the time. So who am I to say having a life-size Santa in a Hawaiian shirt would be considered odd!
I think wrapping a colander/strainer with tin foil and putting it on your head is supposed to keep the Martians away. But it will bring the men in white coats to your door, especially if they see Santa sipping a pina colada!
November 9th, 2007 at 0:19
Debster – Knowing Mads, he’d probably try to eat the rope!
We shall have to conduct a study, on the colours of goats as the seasons pass by. Sound like a good song title too.
Hmm this Jasper fellow seems to have a good dress sense. Does he actually scare anyone away though?
I’m all out of tin foil. I use it to build miniature models of famous tyrants. I’m not crazy though, Lenin says so!
November 9th, 2007 at 1:08
No crows perched on Jasper, so guess he’s scary enough!