Feeling a slight tickle in my throat. Like the start of the sore throat of a flu or a cold. Maybe that walk to my parents got me. Or maybe I’m coming down with peopleitis because I spent time with people, ick. No offense, family.
Well, we’ll see. Hopefully it’s nothing. Now I’m going to go enjoy Mark Jensen and his family christmas, becaus that always makes me laugh.
25/12 2018
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Well, my throat is definitely hurting. I hope it doesn’t get worse than that. Time to catch some sleep. I really need to see the goats tomorrow. Shoot.
25/12 2018
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Update: My throat is killing me.
I was going to have some tea, but I have no tea. I did have some chocolate milk in the fridge. So I made some hot chocolate. Just that hot liquid in the throat, it really helps. Momentarily, at least.
As always, my dad is ready to help. He will be bringing me tea later. And lozenges. Once I got that stuff I will probably just go to bed again. I can hear the wind outside. Can’t face an hour’s walk in icy wind right now. Not how I had planned to spend the day, but oh well. I guess someone in my family had a dormant bug. Or it was the taxi ride home.
Anyway, i’ll be fine. Nothing serious. Maybe I can sleep right through it. Hope everyone out there is having a jolly time.
At least I’m not santa. Can you imagine if santa got sick on Christmas eve. The one day a year where HAS to get up. Can you imagine?!
Love
25/12 2018
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Making christmas memes while waiting for the tea delivery service

25/12 2018
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Right, that’s it. Hurting throat, wobbly tummy, feeling a bit dizzy. Had some nice tea. Now I’m going to bed and hope I can sleep myself better. Enjoy your holidays!

25/12 2018
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Hi, how are you guys doing? I’m not so great. But could be worse. I’m feeling very weak. Spent about 22 hours in bed, in and out of sleep. Throat alternately hurting like hell and not at all. Not sure what that’s all about. My chest and throat feels very bothered and my head is woozy. But hey, maybe that’s because of 20+ hours sleep and no food and stuff. Got a cup of tea now and we’ll see how it goes. I might go to bed soon again. I really need to see the goats, but I don’t trust myself to go outside like this. I’d faint along the highway. Or in the goathouse.
Anyway, hope everyone is having a merry season. Thanks for all the thoughts and stuff. I’ll try to catch up with some of it. As soon as I figure out how to attach my head securely to my neck.
26/12 2018
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I feel like ordering pizza. But I also know if I order pizza I will definitely vomit haha. I think I should get my money back for that flu shot last month..
Knew I should have put up a sign saying “Santa must use handwash before dropping off presents” at my chimney.
26/12 2018
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Among weird flu dreams last night there was one where one of the horses from the playground was talking, there was one where I petted a dachshund (I think) and one where an adorable tiny piglet… viciously attacked and murdered a classroom of people. How’d you like them bacon? It was like a mixture of a horror movie and a monty python sketch.
26/12 2018
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I saw a headline about a museum with a mumified dinosaur on reddit and all I could think was “DINOSAUR MUMMY” would be the coolest horror monster movie ever.
Also, in health update: My throat is feeling pretty good. But I have started coughing a lot. Still feeling a bit woozy. But all in all, not that bad really. Just relaxing in front of the computer, catching up with TV shows. Currnetly watching the last Ash Vs Evil Dead episodes. That’s some jolly xmas shirt.
I’m going to try to make it another few hours and then I’m probably going to to go sleep for 20 hours again. It’s not like you miss anything while you’re gone… *checks news* oh, 8 year old refugee kid dies on christmas in US custody, Japan withdrawing from whale preservation regulations, Captain Bonespurs got a free pass from Vietnam because his father got a favour from a foot doctor. Yeah yeah. The world is a mess, hand me my chainsaw.
(Thank you all for the caring thoughts, though. I appreciate it.)
26/12 2018
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Hi, I am goat post. Did you miss me?

26/12 2018
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Okay, that’s enough for today. Cough getting worse, throat doing alright. Tired and woozy, like a methapor that hasn’t baked long enougnh in the ez oven. Don’t fact check me on that.
I plan to sleep for a long time. You can be sure that when I return there will be another flood of posts about how I’m feeling every 5 minutes. Don’t ever say I don’t provide a service, or stop when you say when!
Thanks all for the cares. Love you loves
26/12 2018
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Bleurgh. I was hoping the worst was over, but it wasn’t a fun night. Heavy coughing, making it hard to sleep. Throat feeling ok, nose snotty, head hurty. I mean, it’s not that bad. But I have to milk it for sympathy. If you see this, Kristen Bell, I do believe true love’s kiss is the only that can save me.
Got a hot cup of tea and a banana, then we’ll see where it goes. My chest and throat is going to be real hurting from all this coughing.
Hope everyone out there is having a good end to the year!
27/12 2018
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You know, the santa we see on christmas is like the fittest he’ll be, right? In preparation for his big night. If you think December Santa is a fat guy in a beard, imagine how fat July Santa must be, after months of just letting himself go.
Probably as fat as I am right #deliriousFlute
27/12 2018
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I hope the neighbours enjoy the sound of my loud coughing through the walls. I sure enjoy the sounds of their kids… fighting a wild pack of lions, I want to say?
28/12 2018
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it’s a long night, when the night goes on forever
28/12 2018
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I hope the bionic chest I ordered on amazon will get here soon. Because we have entereed the *hurts to cough” stage for real.
Just glad they still had the Pamela Anderson model in stock.
28/12 2018
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Idea: a “The buck stops here” condom for goats.
28/12 2018
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Good news everyone! My dad just dropped off a batch of soup. Yum yum. Shoutout to my parents for providing excellent soup service. Cooking up a pot of soup takes some cordination and time, so I am very greatful that they went to the trouble. I’m gonna enjoy this. Just hope I don’t spuill any what with the room spinning and all
28/12 2018
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I tell you what, that’s some good soup that is. Mmm. I also tell you what, peeling potatoes and carrots and stirring the pot is harder than I remembered. I have zero energy. But worth it for a great pot of soup. And now I can have soup for days. Hashtag blessed with soup
28/12 2018
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Okay, I am done for the day. Soup did me good, mmm mm. But still tired, snotty and weak. At least the coughing is more sporadic. I’m going to go sleep for a long time and then eat soup and then rinse and repeat until back to normal. It took me 3 tries to spell ‘normal’ correctly. Definitely time for bed-
28/12 2018
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Hi there. I’m back. James Back. No wait, Lasse Back. I think. Good long sleep. Too hot under the blanket, too cold out of the blanket. But I guess the sweating is good. Weird dreams and fishes. Feeling…. eh, tired, weak. Less snotty, still coughing but not as violently. Hungry. I’m going to have soup for dinner for breakfast. That’s definitely going to help solve my biggest problem, which is that I haven’t had soup since the last time I had soup, yesterday. Hope everyone is enjoying the end of the year.
29/12 2018
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Missing the sillies a lot. But I get winded from walking across my apartment, I’m not sure I can make it along the highway right now.

29/12 2018
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29/12 2018
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Oh hey with all the being sick and stuff, I forgot to post about this wonderful thing I got. Thank you so much Deborah Ladd and sorry it took a little to express my grattitude. Wonderful memories in the card and calendar. I laughed out loud at the tomato one, that’s still an all time highlight of amusement. Thank you for being such a good friend. And thank you all for being such good friends. I hardly desere it, but I love you all. Anything I have is yours. Apart from the soup. If you try to take my coup it will be like one of the kids trying to take grandma Mio’s food. It’s not going to end well for you.
Merry December 29th everybody!
link: Deborah Ladd video
29/12 2018
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*fires Men In Black memory wipe in your faces*
Since I haven’t had soup today, I think I’ll just have some soup, for the first time today.
29/12 2018
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I’m a little sad I’ll never get to experience VR. It looks neat. I remember as a kid when VR was like lego, big square cartoon graphics. It looks like VR is finally starting to become what we dreamed it could be back then. Can you imagine a Lost VR game? I’d just sit on the beach and listen to Hurley’s walkman, that’d be enough for me. Wait for smokey to take me, that’s fine.
Also, do you think when humanity become extinct all our computers will stick around and Facebook would just keep posting memories of the past? Or when aliens wipe us all out the last twitter posts will all be “oh shirt what’s that in the sky?”. When I was a kid I used to fantasize about traveling back in time and just sitting around and watching the dinosaurs, but then I read some story about a guy who stepped on a butterfly in the past and then the future was ruined and that kinda spooked me out of the fantasy. Note to self; if you ever travel back in time… watch out for butterflies, I guess?
29/12 2018
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“Any deaths of children or others at the Border are strictly the fault of the Democrats” – Trump
“GOP Rep. Peter King praised ICE’s “excellent record” since “only two children” have died in recent memory.”
Merry fucking christmas, your baby jesus died at the border, get ready to burn in hell.
PS you don’t have to go to hell, just burn more coal
“The Environmental Protection Agency proposed yet another weakening of an Obama-era regulation on Friday, this time targeting toxic chemicals from oil and coal-fired power plants.”
30/12 2018
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Think goat thoughts

30/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.
I’m feeling considerably better. Almost normal. Except fo the cough. My chest feels a bit wheezy. I feel like there’s some phlegm or something that I can’t cough up. Not a lot, not hurting. Just a bit wheezy when I breathe out hard. But it’s the best I’ve felt since I started getting worse on Christmas Eve. Here’s hoping it’s almost over.

30/12 2018
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It’s insane in retrospect how accurate BrainDead was. This was a show about alien spacebugs taking over America’s political parties and it was in no way near as crazy as the real world became just like a year later. And this is not a joke. The alien spacebugs controlling American politicians was less insane than what is happening in the real world, 100% not a joke. I feel like I should go back and watch that show because I would appreciate it all on a whole new level. Too bad it didn’t get renewed. But I guess it wasn’t needed when you could just turn on MSNBC and Fox & Friends. Nuts.

30/12 2018
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Bird Box is a Christmas movie
30/12 2018
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souper trooper

30/12 2018
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Turning out the lights for the night. I’m gonna sleep a long time so I can be good and rested for the new year’s eve party (me alone in front of the telly waiting for the clock to strike midnight).
I’m feeling pretty good right now actually. Except for the occasional cough. The cough isn’t too bad, but I still have that feeling like there’s a little bit in my chest, a slight wheeze. Not a lot. In fact, almost nothing. But it’s there. It feels different from the colds/flus I’ve had in the past where a good hard coughing session would clear things, at least for a while. This feels like the cough can’t quite reach it. Or something. But other than that i’m feeling good. Hopefully it’s not something that will grow into something worse. Hopefully it’s the last stage of whatever this is, and I’ll be good tomorrow. For our last day on Earth. Of 2018 anyway. Did someone remember to pay the Earth bill? We don’t want to have it repossessed. It’s not like it has much resale value at this point, but it’s all we got.
See you tomorrow. Party hardy and stay safe.
30/12 2018
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Hi everybody! How yall doing this fine evening? I had a good long sleep with good dreams. Seven hours remaining of the year. I’m feeling pretty ok, except.. the cough is still there. And the slight wheeze in my chest. It’s not too bad, but it does present the dilemma of how long I should stay home. Because I’m going crazy without the goats. I want to go tomorrow. But I don’t want to give myself pneumonia. I don’t know, I don’t know. It would have been easier before we moved to the new playground, when it was just a 20-30 minute walk. Now it’s a 45-1hour walk, that’s a lot harder. But ok. I’ll see how I feel in the morning. Planning to stay up all new years and just chill. Then we’ll see. Hope you’re all doing swell, my firecrackers of the soul. Have a good one.
31/12 2018
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Outside, the constant explosions of fireworks. As you know, I’m not a fan. Not since that childhood night in the hospital with a burnt foot. And I always worry about the animals. And the intentional and unintentional bother they might experience. Hope everyone get’s through the night without problems.
Now Ima get my soup on, because I still have soup.
31/12 2018
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Happy New Years Eve, everyone
sorrynotsorry

31/12 2018
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Well, it’s been quite a year. It’s been the year that hammered home that this is not really a world I want to be part of. But also that I am lucky to have such wonderful friends, family and goats. Also it’s the only world we have. Until I perfect my interdimensional portal device. So I guess I’ll stick with this world for now.
I hope 2019 will be a good year for everyone. I hope we’ll get another scorching summer. Since we’ve all accepted that gobal warming won, we might as well enjoy it. I hope for good health for my family. We’re all still dealing with various things. My dad will be having a neurological examination the first week of January. He’s got problems with his legs and there are worries about neurological damage or tumors or stuff like that. So that’s heavily on my mind of course. Appreciate all the good thoughts you have to spare for him.
I’m not wishing for great things for 2019, just for a relative absence of bad things. A quiet year, no alarms and no surprises please.
An hour to go. Thank you everyone here for helping make it all worthwhile and bearable. Love you mean it. Cheers.
31/12 2018
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If you can see this, I love you.
If you can’t see this, I love you and I’m sorry you’re having vision problems, do you need a referral to an ophthalmologist?
30 minutes left of 2018. Got my champagin glass with soup ready for when the clock strikes.

31/12 2018
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That’s all for this year.

Today will be a good day. Here’s Lakrids from 2008.

17/12 2018
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Good goat times today. It was one of those mornings where I had to engage the Gollum in my head in debate, but I managed to win the argument and head out to the goats instead of going back to bed. Because of that I was a little late, which gave me the opportunity to sneak up on the goaties as they were already out in the pen. One of my favourite things is Mia’s braying when she spots me. So funny and cute. And then the excited run to the fence. Well, for three of them. With a certain fourth one making her ample way slightly less rushed.
I let them all out for some grazing. The snow is gone and the ground is dry enough for the grass to attractive. It may not be great this time of year, but now that I think about it, it’s still better than it was in summer. When it was scorched away by the record heat. So the goats happily grazed away. We had a few visitors. Little ones excitedly petting the goats. There was one boy who kept saying “birds! birds!”. I think that’s a first. They’ve been called sheep, cows, horses, cats and dogs. Not sure they’ve been called birds before. Well, a goat by any other name still bleats as sweet.
17/12 2018
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For those of you who asked about Lakrids. Here she is with her sister Chokolade. Chocolate and Licorice. Daughters of Magnethe. From a time when my eyesight was so bad that I didn’t take too many pictures, and before the Facebook page was started, so that’s why you probably don’t remember them or see them a lot in the flashback posts. Perfectly cute baby goaties, though. I don’t think it’s possible to make a baby goat that isn’t cute and doesn’t make you happy just to be around them.

17/12 2018
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Still grazing after all these years

17/12 2018
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You think Santa hangs out in Superman’s Fortress Of Solitude when it’s available?
17/12 2018
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changed his relationship status to space heater
17/12 2018
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Turning off the machines, letting the wires sleep. Tempted to tuck myself into a box and shipping myself to that warehouse from Raiders Of The Lost Ark, but I guess my bed will do.

17/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day everyone

18/12 2018
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Uh oh. Got a package slip from the postman. A package from America. But the sticker thing that’s supposed to go on the package is still attached to the slip. Which means… potential problem. Without that sticker they can’t match the package to the slip. Well, we’ll see. If you’re from the US and you sent me a package, cross your fingers.
18/12 2018
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Hmm, I wonder if Danish kids today still believe that Santa lives in Greenland? When I was a kid that was just the defacto standard, a natural truth. Santa lives in Greenland. End of story. But nowadays with the world being smaller and kids probably having their own tablets and smartphones from birth, they probably get a lot of mixed signals from the outside world. Like untrue stories about Santa living on the North Pole. Which is not true, as everyone knows. Hmm. I don’t even know. Also, I wonder if Superman’s fortress of solitude is actually in Greenland. Also why isn’t Greenland green amirite lol.
18/12 2018
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In case you were wondering, giraffes are becoming endangered.
Please nobody tell Trump’s kids about that.
Who needs nature anyway. Salt the earth, maximise the profits.
link: giraffee article
18/12 2018
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As long as I have goat company..
btw, grandma Mio is ceo of the Goat Company.

18/12 2018
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goatlog

18/12 2018
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It’s important to have a safeword in social sifuations. Like if we’re having a conversation and I say “GO AWAY” you have to stop and go away.
18/12 2018
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Fluffybutt background cameo

18/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Hump day everyone

19/12 2018
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Good goat times today. Cold, though. Pretty cold. Pretty pretttty cold.
I had some sneaky plans for the goats, but they didn’t work out as I had hoped. I already knew chances of it working out were slim, since it involved all four of them behaving well at the same time with no shenanigoats. So that was never likely to happen. I thought maybe I could do it with one goat at a time and then photoshop it together, like those photos of me and my clone holding a baby each. But even that did not work. I can say no more as I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Hopefully I still got some stuff I can use, even if I couldn’t get the sneaky plan to fruition. Anyway, you’ll find out in a week’s time. Nothing groundbreaking, don’t worry.
Got some good grazing done. Grandma gave me some exercise with a couple of trips into the communal gardens. Had to chase her with the leash. I am so out of shape right now. I just want to get through Fatmas and New Fatyear’s Evefat. Then I have to get the diet on track and exercise again. And then around September 2019 I will have lost the holiday weight, just in time for the next holiday. It’s the circle of fat life. Can’t even keep pace with grandma right now.
19/12 2018
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Oh no, someone teleported Sky away. Hope Milo isn’t next.

19/12 2018
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Something good and something bad happened today.
The bad is that someone has thrown some kind of fireworks into my mailbox in the hall downstairs. At least it’s not in my apartment. But it’s still annoying. I went to check my mail this morning and it wouldn’t open. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, my key would turn. I had to force it pretty hard then I got it opened. Nothing inside but soot and scraps of firecrackers, or whatever it was. At least the mailbox didn’t blow to pieces. Some oil should get the lock to work better. And thankfully there was no mail in there, they could have started a fire. Ash holes. Yeah, I really don’t like fireworks. I don’t know if it was only my mailbox that was hit, you couldn’t really tell from the outside.
The good thing was that I managed to get that package I was worried about. Not without some trouble, though. As I had feared, the fact that the sticker from the mail slip hadn’t been put on the package meant it was lost in the system. The nice lady at the post office, I believe her name is Kirsten, looked for it but couldn’t find it. I gave her all the info I had on it and she told me she’d keep looking and call me when she found it. She said I shouldn’t expect her to call in the first hour or two. Well, I was worried it would take days or weeks or be gone altogether. But she sounded pretty assured that she’d find it. And about an hour aftter I’d gotten home she called to say she had it. So that was a relief. I went down to pick it up. By then the post office was a lot busier. More people working at the counter. A young man was giving me the package, and he asked to see my ID. But Kirsten came over and interrupted, saying “no no that’s fine”. Haha. Yeah, she and another, younger, lady know me by name. I guess it’s because I stand out a bit. Being a scruffy looking, goat smelling, blind weirdo. So they remember me and don’t ask for ID when I pick up packages. They’re always very nice to me, it’s one of those little things that just make you feel a little happier with everything. Good people. And I’m glad the package wasn’t lost. Got it back with me safely.
What was in the package? Weeeell, I’ll leave that as a cliffhanger for now. I need to take some pictures, but first I need to grab something to eat. Also I have been typing for four days and my fingers are in need of bandages and one of those fishbaths that eat dead flesh. jk.
19/12 2018
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Look what I done diddily doodly done picked up at the postofficarouny! Oh my. Thank you so much Pamela Smotherman ! A selection of goodies for the goats, peanuts, raisins, berries, pasta. I know some goaties that are going to get spoiled rotten! Moreso even! And a few sweets for uncle and a lovely card. And a really cool hoodie! Sorry, as always the photos aren’t great. The hoodie says G.O.A.T., which we all know stands for Goatest Of aLl Time! It’s really warm and comfy. It’ll probably be good for when temperatures get milder, between coat and t-shirt weather. Or maybe even under the coat right now. In any case it is really soft and nice. Thnak you so much for thinking of us! Perfect christmas package!

19/12 2018
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Super tired. Off to bed. Meanwhile, outside fireworks going off. Sigh. Sometimes I hear a big bang nearby, I guess one of those was my mailbox sometime yesterday. I wish it was spring. Anyway, don’t forget to reboot the Earth’s gravitational axis while I’m gone. I don’t want to wake up
Wait, was I supposed to finish that sentence?
19/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Herman from 2014.

20/12 2018
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silent goatlog

20/12 2018
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Hypothetically speaking, I ate pizza
20/12 2018
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When the human reaches for the treatbag

20/12 2018
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Brb, working on my Dempsey And Makepeace cosplay
20/12 2018
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Crowdpleasers

20/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Fuzzy from 2016.

21/12 2018
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One year since the little ones showed up on our doorstep

link: Milo and Sky memory
21/12 2018
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Man, all your homeless veterans must feel real good about the millions donated to the Gofundme wall campaign. That’s gotta be a nice kick in the teeth for Christmas. Does the wall have to be one long stretch? Maybe the wall could be sort of arranged in sections. Of four connected wall per section. With a wall layed down on top of it. You know, as a roof. For a house. For homeless people. You know?
21/12 2018
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Think goat thoughts

21/12 2018
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My first meeting with the little ones.
link: meeting Milo and Sky video
21/12 2018
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I’m getting myself fat for christmas
21/12 2018
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Don’t you want to come inside? In here we all float. I mean, goat.

21/12 2018
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Every now and then I have to listen to this. Even if it’s once a year.

21/12 2018
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Ugh. Steamlettingofftime.
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Just stupid word vomit, do not approach.
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Facebook, I know you take a dump on our privacy and all that, but forcing this Creator Studio and Content Library on my page is making me want to cancel my Facebook much more than your evilness. As a visually impaired person I can say with great clarity that everything always gets worse and big companies are dumd and humanity needs to go sit in the corner.
Also thoughts and prayers for Justice Ginsburg. For real. What a forked up system when you have to pray for the health of an elderly lady because otherwise everything else will go to heck. Maybe I’ll lose some American friends over it, but I’m just going to say it. Your electoral college is dumb. Your supreme court is dumb. Lifetime appointment? That’s forking nuts and how can you trust them to the highest court when it’s all power games and bias, not to mention Mr Rapey Beerguy. And giving judge positions to people who the association deem “not qualified” just because it doesn’t even matter if they know the law, all that matters is that they’re on your sisde so they’ll pass the judgments that you want to have passed. How can you trust justice depends on a non-qualified judge rushed through the system to fill the empty seats before you lose your majority god darn mudder forker. Meanwhile all the rats are either leaving Trump’s sinking ship or, just ratting him out. Pulling out of everywhere, not joining in the climate agreements. Forkling the forking world over. While a disabled vet gathers millions in donations, not for disabled vets but for a dumb forking wall that Mexico was supposed to pay for, but I don’t know I guess they just found a few trillion in the budget? Not like tha’ts going to screw the future kids over, not like the environment is going to screw the future kids over, not kids are already beng let to die as a warning to immigrants to stay away, not like the giraffes are dying out, not like everything is going to god damn motherfucking shit god damn motherfucker arg.h
I’ll probably be banned from Facebook now that they have ne wcontent guidelines and w can’t use dirty words, meanwhile they’re letting microsoft and google and apple read our private messages and everything is bad and do you realise the Postman was set in 2013? So we made it 5 years longer than that, but surely the apocalypse is here any minute now. We can’t even have Tom Petty as a city mayor, we can’t even have that.
Oooohkay
deep breath.
Let’s see if I get banned for this. Maybe I’ll move my whole goatposting empire to twitter. Or fax. Give me your fax numbers and I’ll fax you a daily goat photo how bout dat.
21/12 2018
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Goatpost to cleanse the palate. Make sure you have paper in your fax machine.

21/12 2018
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We apologise, but your designated Lasse unit seems to have blown a fuse. We regret to inform you that he will be suffering a short downtime while refill the flux capacitator and try to troubleshoot the logic algorithm. Do not be alarmed, in case of total malfunction you will be reissued an old milk carton filled with used matches as a replacement. We appreciate your understanding. If you have any concerns please direct them towards the black hole that has suddenly become visible in the sky above your planet.
Beep. Now that that’s out of my system.. Going to make it an early Friday bedtime. There’s a Mulligan & O’Hare reunion tour in my dreams and I don’t want to miss it. See you on the flipside with a bowl of cereal and a licorice pipe. Puff puff, you fools of a Took. The magic Gandalf dragon is lit af. Ain’t no party like a Barlog party cause a Balrog party don’t stop ball rocking.
I… don’t even know what i’m saying anymore. Insert coin for player 2.
21/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Peanut from 2015.

22/12 2018
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I was just thinking what a beautiful thing the Earth is. If you took away the humans, I mean. But it’s gorgeous. Filled with oceans and forests and all kinds of environments. And the animals. When you stop to think of it, isn’t it amazing that we have all these animals. Some of them are so weird and bizarre, some of them are so cute and cuddly, some of them are so wicked cool. It’s a pretty amazing place. There are amazing things about humans too, but unfortunately we come with the whole “imprison and murder the animals, cut down the trees, pollute the oceans, build our ugly homes everywhere” part too. I guess you can’t really have a human race without all that? I mean, we’re never going to go “okay, that’s enough. We have what we need, let’s remain at this level of civilization”. We’re always going to take more, until there’s nothing left to take. Even now, with scientists saying we’re 20 years from catastrophic climate events, there’s still no way the whole world would come together to reverse course. I mean, we’ll do some stuff. But we won’t do whatever it takes. We won’t go above and beyond to do good things. We won’t even really stop doing the bad things. We’ll make up quotas to show how much of the bad stuff we can keep doing. And listen to the one guy with the blog who says climate change is a hoax instead of listening to the entire scientific community that says it’s real. And nevermind that the guy with a blog has a family coal mining business.
Anyway. The point is 1) The Earth is forking awesome and 2) humans are kind of a drag.
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22/12 2018
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Look what I done diddily doodley got in the mailboxkablooey! A beautiful card from Joan Desirée Thaisen Lowe and family ! Thank you so much! As I have said many times before, I love your family, I have loved seeing it grow. Thank you for thinking of me. Tak for jer <3
Joan is one of my oldest internet friends, one of those that came before the goats and the facebooks. (Yes, there was a me before goats, I know it might be hard to imagine for my current friendsies!) Oldskool diaryland represent. Look it up, kids.
It’s a privilige to get to see people grow up, grow older, the things that change, the things that stay the same. I have several female friends from back in those days, who are mothers now. I have said this before too, but It’s kind of a magical thing to witness. I may never have kids of my own quite likely, but I love seeing the beautiful families that my friends have made, and are making. It gives me that little bit of hope for the future, knowing there are great people raising kids. That’s gotta make a difference for the future. Literally, it has to. The future has to be better, for them.
Also I don’t know if you know, Joan, but I think you’re an amazing person, and whenever you say something nice about me it makes me happy because I can’t be the worst person in the world if someone like you thinks I’m alright. It really does mean a lot to me. I have a hard time seeing worth in myself, so I’m always a little amazed when others do.
The fact that you all, around the world, care about me. It means a lot to me.
SORRY DIDN’T MEAN TO GET MUSHY. I’m like mashed potatoes over here.
PS. I’ve got more stuff in the mail, more thank-you posts coming later today or tomorrow. Gotta get pics of it all, but first food in my mouth.
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Look what else I also done got in the mailboxdoohickey! Thank you so much Lisa Edwards ! A really cool Australia shirt. If only it was Australia temperatures right now! Also a lovely card, keychain and TimTams! I will definitely enjoy the TimTams more than the vegemite mwaha. Hope you make it here in 2020, if the world still stands. Thank you for thinking of me. You are all way too good to me. I’m going to have myself a TimTam now and pretend like I deserve it!

22/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.

23/12 2018
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I think the Yeti Illuminati is on to me…
23/12 2018
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When the cashier comments on your unhealthy purchases, but she’s so nice and sweet that all you can do is mumble “yeah haha christmas shopping..”, as if you weren’t buying the same stuff a month ago.
Just gotta get over new years. Then I need to shape up. I’m in bad shape right now. Like heart-attack from walking up the stairs bad shape. I seriously need to improve.
23/12 2018
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Look, more from the mailboxdoofus! A couple of lovely cards from Cindy Porter and Kathleen Murphy ! Thank you both so much for thinking of me! I’m feeling like Mr Popularity over here. PS don’t tell Mrs Popularity that I’m getting cards from other ladies, she’s the jealous type. Honestly, we’re only staying together for the gingerbread kids.

23/12 2018
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Also another thank you to Beverly Fish for this lovely card! It was included with the package she sent me earlier this month, with instructions not to open till December. Well, I made it to the 23rd! Thank you again, Beverly! A smil that keeps on smiling.

23/12 2018
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Heading to bed early tonight. Tomorrow is Christmas in Denmark. Hope everyone is doing alright out there. I know the holidays can be a trying time. Thank you all for making mine so merry.

23/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Merry Christmas from Denmark.

24/12 2018
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Hope everyone is having a jolly time. I am leaving now for the traditional Henriksen Christmas celebration. Nothing special, just my parents and brother and I. How we do.
Catch yule all later. Please stop hitting me, it’s christmas for the love o
24/12 2018
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Back from the Christmas party at my parents house. Our usual, quiet celebration. Just hanging out and having some dinner and dessert, the four of us. I’m not the social type, when it comes to humans, but it’s always nice to get together like that. We’re all getting older and we all have our health issues. So you have to appreciate the time that we have togehter still.
I don’t want to be petty, but I have to raise some serious concerns about theis years risalamande. As dad remarked when we dug in “I feel like Lasse always wins this”. By winning he meant finding the whole almond to claim the prize. Well, this year I didn’t win. My mom did. And my dad did. WTF? TWO ALMONDS. There’s supposed to be one. it’s like Lord of hte Rings. One almond to rule them all. Either a grave mistake was made, or …well I’m not pointing any fingers. But. I feel an external audit is in order.
Actually, I guess I can let it go. Because this year there were 4 prizes. So everyone got a prize. And in the end, I guess that’s all that matters. That and love and happiness, or something i dont know.
Hope you have all had or are having or will be having a good time, christmassy or not. You are a gift that keeps on giving. It’s like I found the almond of friendship. Shala la laa
24/12 2018
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I did not take any pictures or video this year (I even missed the Disney julesjov, sniffle). But here’s my most liked photo from last years’ Christmas. Me, my brother Peter, my mother Anni and my father Kaj. That’s right, I come from a human family. I know most of you had your money on goats.
link: Family photo
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That’s all for this time.