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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Today will be a good day. Have a Mads Monday. Here he is from 2006.

18/11 2018
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Good goat times today. But cold. It’s dropped from 10C/50F to 5C/41F. And that’s the drop that hurts. Literally hurts my skin. Time for gloves and bald cap I guess.
I had an appointment at the eye doc in the morning. The halfyearly exam. Nothing new. Things are stable. No news is good news when it comes ot the eyes.
My eyesight is even worse after getting eyedrops, so maybe it was a good thing there wasn’t any sun today. Sun+eyedrops=MrLassgoo. Magoo. Hello? Get off my lawn, kids.
Took the goats out for some greens. I put the leash on Mio, but it turned out I hadn’t needed to. She managed to walk in on the wrong side of the fence around the basket/soccer rink. So she could not proceed further along to the forbidden zone. I saw her looking up there, like she was wondering why she couldn’t get up there. Good thing she didn’t realise, like Milo and Sky the other day in the goat pen, that you can actually walk around the fence. Then I had some fun running back and forth on the pitch with the kids and Mia. There was no ball this time so I guess they felt safe enough to enjoy themselves. They’re so frigging cute when they start running at fullspeed ahead. Zoom.
And now I’ll just sit back and wait for my vision to return to normal. Which is 80% blind, but hey who’s counting I have leftover pizza so it’s foine.
18/11 2018
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I have no idea if this photo is in focus or not. But I mean, it’s not every day you spot a polar bear in Denmark so I just had to take a picture.
#EyedroppedPhotography

18/11 2018
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My dad was with me at the eye doctor this morning. I need help getting home when I have had my eyes dropped. There was something wrong with the machine that patients use to register that they have arrived. Several times my dad got up to help people making it work. Not really surprising to me. My dad is the kind of person who gets up and tries to help people when they’re having problems with something. Like he has been an invaluable aid to me after I started losing my sight too. I’d like to think, hope, that those are some of the values he has instilled in me growing up. Now because of my vision problems and anxities I may not always, at all, be the person who gets up and helps strangers. But I do try to help when I can. When someone posts on Facebook about a problem I always have this urge to go googling and trying to find solutions, even if it’s a person I barely know and a problem I have no experience with. But this desire to help and do good, that is a good quality to pass on to your kids.
When I was growing up my father was very active in the Danish political party of social democrats. Bloody European socialists! Again, I associate that party with helping those in need. Welfare. Taking care of the poor and downtrodden. Helping refugees, taking care of the environment. Health care. In Denmark we also have a red and a blue side to the politics. Only in Denmark the ‘good ones’ (from our point of view, obvs) are the red ones. The social democrats are on the red side. For welfare and hunanity. And then there’s the blue side which is more about CORPORATIONS ARE PEOPLE TOO and THE CARAVAN OF ISIS IS AT OUR BORDERS. Etc. Everywhere you go everything stays the same. Things may not be as insane in Denmark, but give us time. We’ll get there.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I appreciate people who get up and try to help others. It’s a cold, dark world. We all gotta rake away the bad leaves so the fires don’t spread. Thanks, dad.
18/11 2018
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Kindness matters. Now I am off to the dreamscape. Let the eyes rest and the mind wander. Follow the pizza crust crumbs if you need to find me.

18/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi Day everyone.

20/11 2018
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Facebook is having some major malfunction issues. This is a great opportunity to actually get some stuff done now that there isn’t the social media distraction to occupy the attention.
*spend next 5 hours checking Facebook every 5 minutes*
20/11 2018
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goatlog

20/11 2018
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20/11 2018
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This is what I always see when I stretch my legs.
I have pretty bad legs. I attribute it to a long, unhealthy and sedentary lifestyle and then suddenly after my diabetes diagnosis I started overworking my legs on my exercise bike.
In any case, I practically need to stretch before and after a 5 minute walk to the supermarket or I’ll get cramps. And the 45 to an hour walk back and forth to the playground obviously demands some stretching. And when I’m leaning against the fence, stretching my legs, if I turn the head I always see those 3 staring at me. Sometimes they’re lined up in the goat house or like this on the platforms. But always staring intently at me. Hoping for a post-stretch treat.

20/11 2018
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Last night I dreamt that I was lying in bed and a bee kept trying to land on my face and I’d blow air at it to make it go away but it kept coming back.
I also dreamt that there was a new TV show called Mr Robot starring Bender from Futurama.
These have been Lasse’s Dream Highlights, proudly sponsored by A comedic Idea That I’ll Think Of Later. Can’t think of a good idea? Just think of it later!
20/11 2018
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20/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day everyone.

21/11 2018
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To quote the wise Danish sages, Aqua. Life in plastic. It’s fantastic.
link: plastic in dead whale article
21/11 2018
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Also, just saying. If you’re on social media being gleeful about a 75 year old getting divorced, then you’re probably not going to heaven.
#NicerBoats #PardonTheCheezburgers
21/11 2018
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Getting marketing email from online pharmacy with the subject line “Buy your christmas presents from us”.
Alrighty. You get a prozac, you get a xanax, who wants the hemorrhoid cream?! It’s beginning to look a lot like dandruff
21/11 2018
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Also also, if someone could explain to me why “Santa’s My Boyfriend” has been stuck in my head for days that’d be great, thanks.
21/11 2018
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Thanksful every day

21/11 2018
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Heading to the bed zone. Very tired, not sure when I’ll make it up tomorrow. Hope everyone is having a good time. See you later, mashed potater.

21/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends.

22/11 2018
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Hope you’re having a merry Thanksgiving. As with many holidays there are negative things about it, but I like to try to forget those and focus on the positive things. I often have a hard time remembering to be thankful for what I have, so for my Thanksgiving is chiefly a reminder of that. So, I am full of thanks for… my family, friends and goats. Foremost. Three vital components of my life, I don’t know what I’d do without you all. And I am thankful that I have everything I need and more than I deserve. I am blessed in many ways. Thank you all for being part of my life.
22/11 2018
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I had a dream…
I dreamt that I got my eyesight back. In most of my dreams I can see perfectly. But in this dream I had the blindness. And then, slowly my blind eye started working again. And I was so happy. But then I thought ‘this must be a dream’. And I tried waking up, but I couldn’t. Everything was so real. And I went to my dad in the kitchen. We had some kind of agreement that he was going to go pick something up for me later, so I thought in order to prove that this wasn’t a dream I’d ask him to tell me what he was going to pick up for me. Because if he knew then he was my real dad and not a dream. But of course, our agreement was part of the dream. so my dream dad knew what it was and told me and I thought it proved that it was not a dream and I was so happy. And then I woke up and the blindess was back.
What a wonderful, terribly cruel, happy, totally crushing dream.
22/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Bob from 2012.

23/11 2018
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Good goat times today. Cold and dark. Longing for the sun. But the goating was fun. Grandma started towards the forbidden zone. I came after her with the leash. It’s funny how she knows exactly what’s up when I come at her with that thing. She actually started running away. Well, as close to running as she gets. You know when someone is walking really fast, trying to run without making it look like they’re running? That’s what it looked like. She got away me though, and into the thicket jungle. I managed to chase her out of there. Haha. It would have been funny except that while crashing through the branches and bushes my blind tag got stuck on something and it tore a tear in my coat sleeve. Gosh durnit. It’s not a huge tear, but it’s going to let cold air in. Already today I felt like I should have worn a sweater under my coat. And it’s not even below 0 yet. So. I don’t know, maybe I’ll have to buy a new coat. Might end up being an expensive little chase. I’m sure grnadma Mio was very sorry, but she was too busy chasing the next green high to express it. A little later on I had to put the leash on her and drag her out of the communal garden thing down by the goat pen. She’s lucky she’s so cute or I’d replace her with a potted plant. Not sure what a potted plant costs but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t hurt the budget as much as a new winter coat. Please contribute to my gofundme, one like = one thoughts and prayers.
I am thankful the goats keep me on my toes. At least chasing grandma and running in circles with the kids keeps me warm. They go quite worked up today which sent Mia into a little hissy fit, trying to hump one of them and then trying to hump grandma and then jumping up and trying to headbutt anyone within reach. I love when she lets her inner kid out to play.
23/11 2018
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Clearly full of remorse.

23/11 2018
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Out goating. With the leash ready.
Now I am tired. I’m going to go to the dreamspace and catch some sleepgoats with my giant butterfly net.

23/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Peanut under the clouds in 2015.

24/11 2018
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goatlog

24/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.

24/11 2018
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A friend posted a meme saying something about how a baby having an allergic reaction would have to pay for their medication while a junkie gets free medication if he ODs. It was.. a little manipulative, with a big picture of an innocent baby and the text saying “A junkie who ODed for the 15th time”. It kinda made me wonder if the point of it was that we need to help the baby, or that fuck the dumb junkie.
The thing that struck me was a couple of comments, though. One saying that we should let natural selection take care of the junkie. And one saying that it was pretty fucked up that diabetics have to pay for their needles but junkies don’t.
It just made me think about how I am, in fact, a diabetic. And I am so because I spent a lifetime abusing a substance that’s bad for me (sugar) and making very stupid choices. So, should we let natural selection take care of me too?
I don’t get insulin injections, but I think I would get the needles for free if I did. But that varies across the world of course. I just think the goal of a humane society should be to take care of both the baby and the junkie. Maybe that means you have to pay a little extra in taxes, or maybe that the rich and corporations have to pay ANY taxes? I guess natural selection is a more cost-effective health care system, though.
I get the knee-jerk reaction of how unfair it is for the baby and their parents. But the junkie probably has parents too. You think they’re not desperately trying to get help for their kid?
24/11 2018
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Lazy goat Sunday

24/11 2018
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Gummi bears don’t fear the reaper either, but you don’t hear them bragging about it.
24/11 2018
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Hashtag still lazy

24/11 2018
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I know I think too highly of myself, but I wish I was god so I could make everything better for everyone all at once. How hard can that be?
It’s just so… frustrating. With the almost limitless potential of humankind, how we still just spend so much of our time and energy doing stuff that’s bad for ourselves or others.
I wish I could change
24/11 2018
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I remember a time when we had only 3 tv channels on the dial. Heck, I remember a time when we had 1. ONE. I remember the commotion and disturbance in the ether when Denmark premiered their second national tv station. TV2. I remember when no one had cell phones. Internet was something you could book an appointment for at the library. I remember a time when there was silence and when you closed the door you were alone. And if they wanted to track you they had to follow you around on the street. And cookies was something you baked at christmas. I remember not being able to talk on the phone while the dialup was dialed in.
Better or worse, whose to say. One step back two steps forward into a brick wall.

24/11 2018
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That’s all for this week.