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.

Today will be a good day. Happy Yogi day everyone.

13/11 2018
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Good goat times today. Mostly darkly day, but at least it stayed pretty dry while I was out. I decided to give grandma Mio another chance, give her the chance to show me that she could behave and -smash cut- there I am fighting my way through another thick jungle chasing grandma. Yeah yeah. It’s the leash for grandma in the future I’m afraid.
This time it was behind the bleacher and soccer/basketball pitch. And I did not know what was past the thicket behind that. So I wasn’t too happy when she darted into the undergrowth. She may be wide, but she’s not very tall. It’s hard for me to follow in there, ducking under branches, snapping and cracking everywhere.
Turned out we ended up on the parking lot of the residential neighbourhood next door. Oh dear. I wasn’t too happy with that, so I tried getting them over to more familiar territory. So there I was, trying to drag grandma across the parking lot. She was having none of that. Haha. An old lady came walking by with one of those shopping trolleys. “They do say ‘stubborn as a goat’! It’s not the first time they’ve been up here!”. Oh yes. Well, eventually I got them past the parking lot and over to the hedges in front of the grey building. I let them snack there for a while. A few people passed by, but everyone took it with a smile. There was also a guy with a dog, but it was a small one on a leash so it wasn’t a problem. Just a tense face-off. The dog wanted to play and they goats wanted it to go away, a hey a hey hey.
Then something spooked Mia and the little ones. And Mia jumped right up into the hedge. It looked pretty darn comical. I mean, if that had been a panther coming for you goats, you’d have been stuck there, defenceless in the hedge, Mia. Sheesh. It reminded me of an old woman on a chair screaming about a mouse. Only imagine instead of a mouse it was a panther. Jumping up and being stuck in a fence is not a good idea when faced with danger.
I don’t think it was a panther. I think it was a bird. There’s a specific bird that always spooks the goats. I forget what it’s called.
But everyone survived the imaginary panthers and parking lots. Just an average day in Goat Town.
13/11 2018
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Uh oh. I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.

13/11 2018
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I had to sound the alarms today. Not about the panther-birds. But apparently a new guy started working at the playground today, and he forgot to close the door to the stables. The outside door was closed, but not the door leading out into the horse field. So once he left after having done some cleaning of stalls inside… the coast was clear for the horses to sneak inside the stable. Cue loud sounds of horses pushing stuff around and undoubtedly trying to get into the food supply. I don’t know if horses getting in the food can have the disastrous outcome that it could have for goats, but I had to overcome my social phobia and go tell the human peoples that something was up. Finbarr came and shooed the horses out and got the door closed. All is well that ends well. Nice to know it’s not only the goats that seize every chance to get in trouble.
13/11 2018
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Just checking out the neighbourhood

13/11 2018
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I need something human. I need humans to be humane again..

13/11 2018
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This is Mia in the hedge. The picture doesn’t quite capture how comical it looked when she… just jumped right in there. You know, if it HAD been a panther then the sensible thing would have been to run. And keep running. There’s no way forward there. She had to kinda awkwardly bumble back out the way she came. I don’t think she really planned it out. “I’ll just jump on this hedge and maybe the panther won’t be able to get me”.
Good thing the chirping panther flew away to nest in a tree somewhere.

13/11 2018
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Oh come on! Knock it out! If you don’t stop being that cute I’m going to have you locked up on the grounds of I can’t stand it

13/11 2018
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Planning her next road trip, I bet.
I am off to bed. Escape to the sanity of dreams.

13/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Hump day everyone.

14/11 2018
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Oh yeah, if you want to hear the visiting kids singing for the goats, it’s at the end of this video. Watch out for bread thieves.
link: goat video
14/11 2018
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I had good magical dreams last night. A couple of scary ones. One of them wouldn’t make sense if you don’t know who Jakob Stegelmann is. Haha. And one of them I was playing Stewie from Family Guy in a sort of Mario Kart game, I was driving around with him and I drove into darkness and there were monsters and eventually the monsters killed me and when I wanted to boot up the game again it told me I couldn’t play again for another month because I’d gotten Stewie killed. Imagine if computer ganes worked like that, you die you can’t play for a month.
And another dream I was Kevin from Wonder Years and me and my friends were playing Baseball against older kids. I don’t know how my brain managed that, I ahve no idea how to play baseball in actual life, I’ve never even watched 5 minutes of it. Haha. I can’t tell you how hard it is to get up and go into real life when I have a private cinema with free wellness blanket pulling me back.
14/11 2018
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goatlog

14/11 2018
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Today will be a good day .Here’s Thor from 2008.

15/11 2018
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Good goat times today. Broke out the leash for the first time since… well, since the kids were kids I guess. It’s just about close to a year ago that they arrived at our doorstep. But time was up for Mio.
Turned out to be the right choice too. She headed right for the path to the forbidden zone when we went out. And when she saw me coming after her with the rope in my hand she knew what was up and just sped up. But she’s not the fastest goat in the field, so eventually she had to give up. And I got the leash on her and we changed course. Went back to the goat pen and to the treeline down there. Then I took the leash off her. No parking lots of apartment blocks down there, at least not in easy reach. It was nice to have a bit of a calmer day and be able to let them just forage around in the shrubbery and growth there. Although it’s not a goat day if they don’t get in a little trouble. There’s a garden thing down there, I think it’s some communal thing where people in the neighbourhood can have a little plot or just a row or plants or something like that. A guy who walked by once remarked that it would be good if the goats would come down and eat the weeds there. Haha yeah, but the goats would eat the weeds and then everything else. Heck they’d probably eat everything else and leave the weeds just to make a point. I don’t think there can be much growing there right now. But I figured I’d better keep the goats out of there. Of course grandma had other ideas, and managed to get a moouthful of some leafy green thing before I shooed her back out. And that was enough to spook Mia and the little ones so they ran back towards the pen and crossed the path. And the kids kept running up to the open gate to their pen and then they ran in there and then they ran down to the fence and lookd back at us and bleated because they thought they were locked in the pen now. Sometimes goats just have a one track mind. It’s like they forgot that they just ran through an open gate. If they wanted to get out of the pen and join the flock again they could just go back to the open gate. But nooo. They can only look ahead and there’s a fence in the way! So I had to go up to the open gate to show them that the open gate was open and then they could figure out how to get out of the pen again. Goats are so smart but sometimes they just don’t see the bigger picture.
But it was fun, and definitely better than chasing grandma through thick jungles and parking lots.
Later when we were relaxing in the pen a couple of women with kids came by. So I got up to do my goat dury, walked over to the fence and got the goats to follow so the visitors could have some goat time. One of the women said that the big boers were the ones that had been in her back yard the day before yesterday, that they had gotten loose. Hmm. Well, that was the day when I had them out on the lose in the parking lot and neighbourhood. I think she must have just not seen me then or forgotten I was there. But she just laughed about it. The chickens had been up there too, apparently it’s a common occurence for the feathery fowls to wander up there. Maybe I gotta put the rooster on a leash too..
15/11 2018
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Oh, a couple of funny details I missed from the goat report:
When I was leading Mio back on the leash, Mia decided to start challenging her with headbutts. Maybe she sensed some weakness from grandma? Her authority being challenged? Or maybe the leash annoyed her, she kind got tangled up in it a little haha. Poor grandma, being dragged back on a rope and having her youngling being all defiant.
We spent some time by the kindergarten fence too. One kid proclaimed that the goats were his friends, apparently he’d seen them before. One kid proclaimed “I CAN SEE ITS BUTT”. Maybe have to do a DNA test to see if it’s Keiko-litter. Another proclaimed “IT’S LOOKING RIGHT AT ME” (the goat, not the butt).
15/11 2018
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Grandma on the leash. Mia investigating it.

15/11 2018
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zOMG the caravan is coming and it’s full of sith and hutts and young male clone troopers, i saw on it on the force and friends

15/11 2018
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The Olsen Gang off stealing God’s gold in heaven. Give ’em hell, boys.
15/11 2018
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Here’s an update on the house next door. The road leading right through the apartment block.

15/11 2018
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Milo-vision. Do not attempt to adjust your television. All your treats are belong to he.

15/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Have a Fuzzy Friday with the fuzzmon from 2016.

16/11 2018
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goatlog

16/11 2018
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16/11 2018
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Hey Shadow man

16/11 2018
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do you ever feel like there’s no you left?
16/11 2018
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It’s a licorice for breakfast kinda year
17/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Bruce and Clark from 2014.

17/11 2018
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See you at the crossroads
17/11 2018
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These are trying times. The tomatoes and cucumbers are going out of season and don’t taste so well. But I can’t yet get frozen elderberry soup in the soupermarket. So what’s a guy to do?! *nibbles on chocolate bar*
17/11 2018
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My favourite joke of all time is whne someone says “I can explain” and then they pause and then instead of saying something they just run away.
17/11 2018
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Has anyone seen Mia? Well, she must be around here somwhere. I’m sure she’ll turn up.

17/11 2018
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The puppet episode of every show is always either the most delightful (Angel) or the most creepy (Stan Against Evil), or both (Ash Vs Evil Dead).
17/11 2018
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I mean it’s a nice pocket, it’s charming and all. But I’m just not sure it’s a hot pocket. I think I need another beer or 3 in me.
17/11 2018
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I goat you

17/11 2018
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Heading off on a dreamtrip to the offreality colonies. See you in the starlight, moonkids.
17/11 2018
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.

18/11 2018
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Big as a house

18/11 2018
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Made myself cry last night when I accidentally thought about Jurassic Bark. I defy anyone who’s ever had a dog, or any pet, to not break down at the ending of Jurassic Bark. It shows how much animals mean to us, that even a silly scifi cartoon can make us cry like it’s a Meryl Streep wartime tearjerker. You know? You know.
I went to bed with a head full of heavy thoughts about all my regrets and how much suffering there is in the world, animals and humans, and all sorts of sad thoughts. It made me think about, what if when you’re at the gates of heaven (if you believe in that sort of thing), what if you’re not judged by St Peter or God or whoever, what if you have to judge yourself? If God asked you if you deserved to go to heaven would you say yes? I would not.
And all because of a god damn cartoon dog, sheesh.
18/11 2018
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Synchronized cuteness

18/11 2018
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goatlog

18/11 2018
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Well, would you just look at what I done got in the mailboxaroney! Thank you so much, Cyd Burk ! They’re gorgeous! The photo doesn’t half do them justice. The colours are so beautiful. Especially the Yogi one. Brilliant! Once again I am blessed with the best friends.

18/11 2018
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It’s like a circus around here

18/11 2018
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That’s all for this week.