Today will be a good day. Here’s Mads from 2006.

3/12 2018
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I had that dream again. Of regaining sight on my blind eye. That’s getting real old real soon. It was another dream where I knew it had to be a dream, but it was so real that it couldn’t be.. but it was.
Hopefully I’m saving up karma for that Kristen Bell & Jessica Alba dream I’ve been waiting for.
3/12 2018
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On top of the dream, there has also been a lot of technical frustrations with websites and stuff, and I may have ruined my camera so I might need to buy an expensive christmas gift for myself, and the world in general is just… wearing me down. My brother and dad has health stuff coming up, and there’s other stuff I don’t talk about.
I really wish I could hibernate until spring. Maybe everything will be fine when the sun comes back.
Just kind of tired of everything and the continuing feeling of hoplessness for the world and myself continues.
But we’ll keep on trucking. Thank you for listening. Thank you for reminding me everything is not always the worst.
3/12 2018
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And thank goodness for goats

3/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day everyone.

4/12 2018
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I dreamt that I started a band called Disciples Of The Nile and we played nihilistic rock.
4/12 2018
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Good goat times today. Cold. Well, actually it wasn’t too cold. But the wind was. It’s always the wind that kills. I was going to wear my beloved sweater for the first time this winter. But I couldn’t find it! Nooo. I was already a little late so I didn’t feel like spending an hour blindly ransacking my apartment for it. I have… unconventional storage habits. But it must be here somewhere..
Anyway, instead I duct-taped a couple of chnemical foot warmers to the back and front of my blouse. That’s… normal, right? It worked somewhat, felt good with some heat on the body. But it wasn’t enough. I hope I’ll dig up that sweater, or I’ll have to start wearing 3 blouses, at t-shirt and a couple of foot warmers in a pear tree.
The goats were out in the pen when I arrived. I didn’t manage to sneak up on them, Mia spotted me across the horse field when I got there. So they were bleating after me by the time I came around the corner. But they didn’t want to come out of the pen when I opened the gate for them. I’m not sure if it was the strong wind or the muddy ground. Or maybe it was because grandma Mio wasn’t budging. Grandma has a strong will and once she’s set on something it takes time to change. I have noticed that about her when she’s in the goat house. Even if i’m at the gate with treats, once she’s comfy in there she doesn’t want to leave. And she knows I’ll eventually bring hte treats to her…
but it was a funny scene. Grandma was watching from the goat house and Mia and the little ones were at the gate like “uncle says come out, but grandma says we’re staying in. What do we doooo!?”. They actually got really worked out and started bleating and running around. Sky was especially vocal today. Normally Milo is the biggest talker, but Sky had a lot to say to day. And then the little ones started sprinting from the rocks to the platforms and then up on the goat tower and then into the goat house with grandma. And then back and forth like that. They got Mia riled up for a little running and headbutting too. What a circus. I went in and gave grandma some treats and then I did my stretches and we waited a little. And eventually grandma had made her point about who’s in charge around here anyway, and she decided that we could go out. And then we went to the grazing. Pretty much no leaves left, but there’s still grass even if it’s not great quality. But it’s something to do and something to fill the goat tummies. And then it became a battle between me and the wind. The goats happily grazing while I stood with gritted teeth and tried to survive. “You can do it, stay strong, the goats need their time outside, just hang in there”. I need to outsource my willpower. But we went around for an hour and a half or something, and then back in the goat pen. It was much nicer to hang out in the goat house. Not much wind in there and it was actually quite lovely and sunny. Both the little ones got some lap time and Mia cutely sat down next to grandma who was still standing. Normally grandma is the first to sit, but I guess Mmia needed to relax after the morning silliness. The little ones never run out of energy it seems.
Now where’d I put that darn sweater. You know the one, right? The one my mother made for me some 20-30 years ago and that I wear every winter. Gotta be here somewhere. I thought it was hanging out in the entryway with my coats. Hmm.
4/12 2018
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Sorry, grandma says we can’t come out and play yet.

4/12 2018
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This is my most commented photo from 2010, according to the facebox algorithm.
I’m telling you, Kristen. You need to hitch your wagon to my fame-train.
link: Kristen Bell photo video
4/12 2018
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Check your local pizza place for tour dates of Disciples Of The Nile’s upcoming debut tour. Recording is allowed, but only if you promise to trade MP3 sourced discs #WhatYearIsThisJoke
4/12 2018
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So tired. I should go look for my sweater, but I’m going to go look for my pillow. Here’s the talkative Sky to keep you company while I’m gone. I believe she’s prepared a long speech, and there WILL be a quiz afterwards so please stay focused. There will be a bathrrom break every 2 hours for those who need it.

4/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day everyone.

5/12 2018
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Good news everyone. I found my sweater. Along with some big fleeces. Hopefully that’ll keep me warm.
I was getting worried that I had accidentally thrown the sweater in the trash during one of my “must simplify, clean the apartment, get rid of as much stuff as possible” attacks. That process, by the way, has been stalled for a few months due to low mental capacity and general hopelessness. Who cares if I live in a pile of mess when the whole world is a mess and I feel like a mess, right? Well, looking for the sweater I found a few more things to throw out, so maybe I can get that project back on track at some point. I still have a lot I need to just get rid of.
In any case, I’m glad I still have that sweater. I have tried to replace it over the years, but I guess it’s like with soup. Mama’s old fashiconed stuff is just the best.
5/12 2018
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In more good news, look what I done got also in the mailboxaroney! Thank you so much CarolAnn Ellis ! Those are two lovely pillow cases! They are pillow cases, right? They have the zipper. They look so fine I feel like I should hang them on my wall! And a lovely keychain and card too, please pass along my thanks to your furries! Thank you so much for thinking of me!
I have another package from someone else, but it’ll probably take a day or two to get some photos of it, so I’ll keep y’all in suspense about that. But thank you so much to everyone out there thinking of me. You really don’t have to send me stuff, but I sure do appreciate it! I have the best Facebox friends. I’m just some guy on the internet, it makes me happy that the goaties touch people’s lives enough to make them care about me too.

5/12 2018
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goatlog

5/12 2018
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The Good Place renewed for a 4th season.
I think Kristen’s phone must have run out of battery power because she didn’t call to tell me in person, but it’s aight. I’m not insecure.
I guess The Good Place is my favourite currently-airing TV show. I can’t think of another one I like better.
6/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Magnethe from 2007.

6/12 2018
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Good goat times today. It was one of those days where I almost didn’t make it out. Literally 30 minutes of Smeagol/Gollum head dialogue in my comfy chair. “But it’s coold outside” “But there are goats” “But you can just go to bed and sleep for 24 hours and have great dreams” “But goats always makes you happy”. And so on. The cold and the dark makes Gollum ´very convincing. But eventually I did make it out. Wearing my newly found sweater. It was nice and warm. In fact, almost TOO warm. It helped that there was little wind. We’ll see how the sweater does when the frost comes back, but it was nice today. Dark and wet morning, but not too much rain at least. Too much mud, though. The goats were not amused when I let them out. Grandma Mio found a little niche next to a garbage container. I think she was standing on an old pallet or maybe one of the pavement tiles that are laying around there still. It was a good spot, though. And as she is want to do, she did not budge once her roots had settled in. The others weren’t thrilled about the mud either. So I ended up unlocking the gate to the goat pen so we could go in there. I still had to put a rope on Mio and drag her a little. To get her out of the niche and into the pen with the rest of us. And so we had some good times in the goat house. It’s nice to just sit and relax. The goats munching hay. Going out to platforms for some treats and filming now and then. But mostly just relaxing. Worth the trip, as it always is. Just gotta make it to spring..
6/12 2018
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In case you haven’t seen the fabled sweater that I keep going on about, you can see abit of it here. It was actually warm enough that I opened my coat for a while

6/12 2018
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I have heard rumours that my sweater was inside-out. Are we so vain? Are we so vaaaain?! #BlindPeopleFashion
6/12 2018
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Here’s grandma in her niche. Now that I look at it, maybe it’s a little big to be called a niche. But you can see how she has the container on one side. And under the plastic stuff there are packs of hay. And behind her some fence and trees. So it’s a nice little enclosed space where she could stand her ground and refuse to get into the mud. She’s so funny. I went away in the other direction with Mia and the littles, but I had to go back because she wasn’t moving. She just stood there with her “nope” smirk.

6/12 2018
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Once again my one man show Much Ado About Goats was snubbed by the Golden Globes. Typical elite bias against the rural goat farmers of the world. #BiggerGoats.
6/12 2018
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This here Nigerian Dwarf prince has promised to make me rich. All I gotta do is forward him all my treats and the millions will start rolling in.
Now I have to go to the bed place. Gollum will not be denied.

6/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Springbok from 2006.

7/12 2018
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It’s beginning to look a lot like pizza and a new episode of The Good Place
7/12 2018
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I need more Stephen Merchant in my life.
7/12 2018
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Did you mean everything you said, or did you just say it because the world is ending?
7/12 2018
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That was maybe my favourite episode of The Good Place ever and holy forking shirtballs I love that show. It’s so beautiful. I don’t know another show that manages to combine deep, humanistic philosophy with really really really dumb goofiness.
I’ll shut up about it now. Until January when the new episodes start coming.
link: holy forking shirtballs video
7/12 2018
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The fluffybutt salute

7/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Bruce and Clark from 2014.

8/12 2018
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Look what I done diddily done got in the mailaroony! Thank you so much Beverly Fish ! A Canada cap and a Star Wars hat, and a lovely card! Mia got a little scared when I put on the woolly Star Wars hat, maybe because it has that fuzzy ball on top. I guess it’s not just inflatable gym balls and soccer balls they’re afraid of. But she calmed down when she realised that the hat wasn’t eating my head after all.
Thank you so much for thinking of me, Beverly! I bet that Star Wars hat is going to be warm for when it gets really freezing along the highway walks.

8/12 2018
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I wish I could play Skyrim or one of the Fallouts. I miss digging into a giant RPG and just getting lost exploring a big world and discovering the story and characters and all that. I was getting ready to play Fallout 3 when my eyesight started getting so bad that I had to stop playing games. I miss that escapism.
On another note, Fallout made me think of a funny quirk in my headspace. I know it’s odd, but the idea of being trapped in a tiny fallout shelter seems appealing to me. Just a little, eclosed space, cans of food, books or dvds or whatever. I guess it’s the isolation that appeals to me. I know it’s harsh to wish for nuclear winter just to be able to not have to deal with human society. But still. I do know that in reality it would be horrible and all that. There’s just some romantic notion to the idea of being trapped alone. A cabin in the woods, a sailboat on the ocean, a desert island, a fallout shelter. A pillow fort. A vault.
I do hope the robots keep delivering pizza.
8/12 2018
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Beware the dark shadow of the goatman. Say my name 3 times and I appear to steal your soul, or pizza if you have one.

8/12 2018
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Tuning out for today. Turning the devices off, letting the cable sleep. Isolating myself in my wellness bunker. See you when the radition fades.
8/12 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.

9/12 2018
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goatlog

9/12 2018
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Look what I also done diddily doodely got in the mailaroonytoon! You people are spoiling me rotten! Thank you Angeline Slaats ! That shirt is very accurate! And thank you for the card too. Please pass my regards onto all your animals. I love the way you care for them.

9/12 2018
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I know Jason Momoa is all hunky Aquadude with his shirt off to everyone now, but I can’t see him without thinking of Stargate Atlantis. I miss Stargate. SG1 and Atlantis mainly. Those were good times.
I remember watching season one of SG1 on Danish TV and then they stopped airing it and I didn’t even know it was still running until like 10 years later when I suddenly somehow acquired anoher 8 or 9 seasons on DVD and it was a great time binging all that. I loved when an episode started with “previously on Stargate” because that meant one of the olf characters or storylines was coming back.
Another part of the puzzle. Anyway, I could look like that if I took my shirt off but I mean its’ cold so I better keep my shirt on so there’s really no way to prove or disprove that claim.
9/12 2018
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It’s easy to forget sometimes, but grandma Mio and Mia are mom and daughter after all. Been through a lot, always good to have your family there.

9/12 2018
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Can’t believe I didn’t get the role as Giant Talking Head. Maybe it’s because I don’t talk.

9/12 2018
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That’s all for this week.

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.