You’re never going to have a world without burglars. And there’s no lock so strong it can’t be broken somehow. That doesn’t mean you don’t lock your door at night.
6/11 2017
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Heroin addicts don’t care about drug laws. So I guess there’s no reason to restrict access to heroin.
6/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Here is Magnethe with her 3 little babies. Springbok, Mandela and Natal. They came around the same time when Mathilde had Vanilje, Nougat and 3B. So we had 6 goat kids running around and 3 adults. That was pretty amazing.

6/11 2017
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Good goat times today. The fence work seems to be all done. The goat pen is back in action. Of course, it’s full of mud. Horses, machines and rain has taken it’s toll. I took the goats out on the grounds for a while and walked around with them. A lvoely, sunny day. But a very cold morning. After a while we went in the goat pen. I think it may have been their first time back there since the work began weeks ago. They aren’t too crazy about the mud of course. And I’m not too crazy about the fact that there is no longer a passage from the goat pen to the horse pasture. I will miss the freedom of being able to go back and forth. I’ll probably still take the goats into the horse pasture next spring, though. We’ll see. But it’s nice that I can leave the goats in the pen when I leave now. Even though Mia still hollers after me when I go.
6/11 2017
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Back in the pen. Spot the Mio.

6/11 2017
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So I came home from the goats and was feeling pretty alright. Then I turned on the TV and there was Trump.
Can you guess where this is going?
Spoiler space, because negative, divisive political content. And lots of harsh swearwords. I mean a lot. Offensive quantities. I may lose friends over this, but hey just telling it like it is.
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So, first off. Donald Trump is a piece of shit. A fucking piece of shit. I have never been so close to using the C word about a person.
If it offends you that I need to use language like that or have opinions like that, then I understand if you have to unfriend me. No hard feelings.
It’s not like it matters, since everyone reading this has already made up their minds that either they agree with me or that I’m a liberal snowflake dirty foreigner with fake news opinions. But I need to lance the boil.
I’m going from memory here, because I cannot stand to watch it again.
Okay. “It’s not a gun issue, it’s mental health issue”. Then why the fuck are you gutting your healthcare system? Why are you desperate to take healthcare away when you can’t get votes for a replacement?
“There are lots of mental health problems in the US, but also in other countries. “Then why the fuck is it just America that has constant mass shootings?
“Thank god there was a good guy with gun? “PEOPLE WERE MURDERED IN A CHURCH. Kids. That’s what the good guy with a gun system means? Twenty something dead is a happy ending?
“It’s too soon to talk about it right now”? How many fucking hours did it take for you to get on twitter and vomit about extreme vetting and divertify visas when it was a muslim? Including a fucking fake news lie about Schumer.
And that’s as far as I got because I had to turn off the TV. That fucking sack of shit in a suit isn’t fit to run a country, let alone a casino. He’s not worthy to lick Obama’s feet. And while I’m not the biggest Hillary fan in the world, she’s a thousand times the man and woman that Trump will ever be. Bone fucking spurs. Way to fucking honour your country. Is there anyone on his staff that DOESN’T have ties to Russia?
I’m happy to have Republican friends, and I understand why you have to vote for him because of politics. But if you think Donald Trump is a good person then why, as I have asked before, would you want to be friends with someone like me? If you’re a Trump supporter you’re supposed to boycot Star Wars and all Hollywood movies and authors and all music except I guess country and kid Rock? And you should boycot me too. Put your money where your mouth is. I think Donald Trump is one of the worst things that has happened to the western world in recent times, worse than terrorist attacks and earth quakes. So how can you be friends with me? I totally understand if you can’t. I wish I could unfriend me too. Or mute the voices in my head.
Just to be clear, I do agree with the voices in my head who are all talking about all the many, many, many things that are wrong with Trump and his moronic empire of nepotism and corruption and treachery.
So now I’m going to go try to calm down and wait for the Navy Seals to come take me out. I hope someone will dedicate a golf trophy to my memory. And a 21 paper towel salute at my funeral.
Just when you think you’re out, they drag you back down in the swamp.
I do am sorry, but I also do am not sorry. And I do am not promising to not do it again. In case you couldn’t tell, my meds aren’t really doing it for me right now. And I can’t tell if it’s because it’s not the right type/dosage or if it’s… everything. Yogi, politics, terrorism. Got a doctor’s appointment in a couple of weeks to talk about the meds. But unless she prescribes unlimited amounts of morphine then I’ll probably get enraged again the next time I turn on the news. Simplify your life, unfriend people like me. Stick with the goat page, I’ll keep politics off from that.
Snowflakenews out.
6/11 2017
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It’s been a weird day. I’m going to go to bed early and dream it all away. I am sorry if I offended anyone. But there you go. I love and appreciate you all, whether you agree with me or not. Even though I’m the one who’s right, of course. That’s a given. I am after all a flawless being. I guess my only weakness is that care TOO much. Oh and also the blindness, grotesque physical appearance, severe mental disturbance, low IQ, mediocre spatial awareness, the diabetes, the almost fanatical denial of culpability and of course my complete lack of understanding of human beings and all of their desires and needs and behaviour.
Well, I’m not here to make friends. And I’m not here to make enemies. I’m here to make goats. Tiny, little papier maché goats. They are all called Eric.
Sometimes when you’re balancing on the edge of a cliff it’s hard to find the strength to help pull others back to safety with you.
Here’s a goat photo.
When you see me again I won’t be me. I’ll be that guy.

6/11 2017
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Hey guys. I seem to have blacked out yesterday. Did anything important happen? Anything I should know about? No? Cool. Anyway, I hope your today will be a good today. Happy Yogi day. Be the Yogi.

7/11 2017
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We have ahieved pizza. All glory to the hypno toad. We are as one. We eat the pizza. All glory to the hypno toad.
7/11 2017
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What the duck?!

7/11 2017
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I appreciate the effort, uncle. But wouldn’t it be better to just get rid of the mud?!

7/11 2017
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I forgot to mention that I had foot therapy last week. Notable because for the third year running my feet had improved in the sensitivity test. So that’s good news. Feet are a point of concern for diabeticons. This year I tested so good that I no longer qualify for 8 yearly therapy sessions. But that’s okay because I was already only going for 4 a year, which is what I qualify for now. I never felt that I needed more. Always nice to see improvement, though.
It’s funny, I still get nervous when I get the yearly test. Even though it’s not a test you can really fail or pass. It’s to measure the sensitivity in your feet. The right answer is.. the answer you get. But I still feel pressure to do as well as possible. Nothing is ever simple when you have an impaired brain. I got mine second hand at the local Goodwill. I have to turn it off and on again a couple of times a day but other than that it runs pretty salmon.
My least favourite part of the foot test (other than having to spend more than an hour in a chair) is the hot/cold test. You have this little metal rod that is cold in one end and hot in the other. And then the therapist touches your foot once with each end and you have to correctly identify the order. I have a real problem telling apart hot and cold on my feet. Maybe I should try walking on coals for money? If my second hand brain doesn’t hailbut to that.
7/11 2017
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Top tip: When you’re editing video footage of a rooster repeatedly crowing, make sure to turn up the volume so your neighbours know what you’re doing.
7/11 2017
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Have I told you lately that I love you, and goats?

7/11 2017
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I’m not going to go on another political rant. I just want to calmly note that as of today America is the only nation on Earth not to join the Paris climate agreement. Whatever you think about whatever politics. If you love animals, think about the climate. They need it, we need it. Is literally EVERYONE ELSE ON EARTH wrong about this?
That is all. No worries. It’s not like it matters, we’ll all be dead before anything catastrophical happens, and our kids will probably enjoy life on the offworld colonies.
8/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy hump day, guys.

8/11 2017
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I’m not politically knowledgeable enough to know if yesterday’s voting will make a difference in the big picture, but it’s been nice to look at twitter this morning and not want to gouge my eye out. Here are just some of the names that made me happy.
Danica Roem
Andrea Jenkins
Ravi Bhalla
Elizabeth Guzman
Hala Ayala
Tyler Titus
LaWana Mayfield
Lydia Lavelle
Jenny Durkan
Melvin Carter
Also made me happy to look at the trumpet’s tweets and see him fully endorse a candidate one moment and then disown him when he loses the next. Such class and statesmanship. You know you can trust a man who tells it like it is, and then tries to rewrite history when he loses bigly. I’m glad he took time out for that in his busy schedule of promoting his golf courses in South Korea. Either a horrible wikipedia reading or a saluted leader of the free world speech. You get to decide, just click the right hashtag. Don’t forget to buy a golden shovel.
Yeah, yeah. No more political posts. Today. Probably. Maybe.
It’s slippery in here.
8/11 2017
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Yogi’s rocks are in good hooves again.

8/11 2017
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That thing when you keep melting down. Thank god I’m not a nuclear plant. Otherwise the liberal socialists would be trying to shut me down. How I learned to relax and love the bomb. In the future everyone will have 15 minutes of radiation. Here’s to the coal in our stockings.
8/11 2017
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A positive frame of mine

8/11 2017
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It’s not actually time for a goat flashback, but I need me something to get me through the rest of the day. Here’s an old favourite of Mads. It’s a picture of a photo that was hanging in the playground offices. Taken when Mads was young, before I got to know him.

8/11 2017
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I DID NOT EAT THOSE PANCAKES
8/11 2017
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If you can’t take me at my worst, then you don’t deserve me at my best.
I’m not sure if it was Taylor Swift or Hitler who said that. But anyway. Not feeling my best. I wish I had one of those Men In Black mindwipers so I could just wipe a day away if I wasn’t happy with it.
Also something that works like for calories. And don’t say exercise. That word is banned and punishable with pies in the face. And not the edible kind. It’s supposed to be a punishment. So it’ll be prop pies.
Damnit, now I want pies.
Maybe I can dream one up. Can you tulpa food?
8/11 2017
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Let’s try this again. I hope your today will be a good today. This is Tulle. I only knew her for a very short time. I believe she was Mathilde’s sister. She came to stay with us for a little while during a breeding season. So I don’t really have many memories of her, but I appreciate all the goats that have played a part in my story.

9/11 2017
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Good goat times today. Cold and grey. Now the walk to the goats is starting to be less pleasant. And the struggle to find proper attire begins. Too much and I get sweaty from the walk. Too little and I get cold sitting outside for hours. Today I did not hit the right result. So I got too cold. Had to cut my goat time shorter than I’d like. I guess I’ll have to get out the winter coat from now on.
But the goat time is always good. Mousy meowing in the morning. The girls panicky flight from a garbage truck. A mother with some little children feeding apples to the goats. Smooches and treats. I need to focus my attention more to that place or I’ll lose my mind.
9/11 2017‘
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Top of the world, ma.

9/11 2017
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It’s funny, the click clacks of the keyboard makes me feel like a leet hacker, even when I’m just typing stupid pizza jokes on Facebook.
9/11 2017
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When you’re hiding from the neighbours but you forgot to close the curtains.

9/11 2017
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Got a long rant brewing in my head about Trump and Weinstein and men and women and predators and locker room talk. But I guess I’ll give you guys a break and not clickclack it on the typing machinery. You’re welcome. I will also give myself a break. A little vacation to dreamland. I hear it’s nice there this time of always.
Doing better today than I was yesterday. So that’s something. I’m turning into that old crank that you have to hide the newspapers from, aren’t I? Only it’s the twitter instead of the newspapers. I blame the demicrats and the repurplicans. The government wants to take my happy pills and my boner pills and my make-steak-taste-better pills. And the nurse is stealing my loose change. ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT ME?! Let me get my hearing aid. Don’t breathe so loudly.

9/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Here’s a flashback to 2006. When we had six goat kids. Vanilje, Nougat, 3B, Mandela, Natal and Springbok. Along with mommas Mathilde and Magnethe and hellraiser Mads. Nine goats. That must be the most we ever had.

10/11 2017
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I am really sad to hear about Louis CK. He was my favourite comedian. His show was one of my very favourite comedies. It’s the first time I’ve wanted to say “No, it’s not true. It can’t be”. But you know. Of course it can. I have no reason to doubt the victims and just because I loved Louis CK doesn’t mean he couldn’t have done it. I mean, if Bill Cosby could do it, who couldn’t.
This really forking socks.
Especially for the victims. At least all this stuff is coming out now. And the perpetrators (at least the ones in Hollywood…) are suffering consequences. So maybe things will be different in the future.
10/11 2017
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In your face.

10/11 2017
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You know that scene in Home Alone where Kevin has those cutout people and moves them around to make it look like there’s a party in his house? I need something like that to make the pizza guy think that he’s delivering to multiple people and not just me. The old “Look back over your shoulder and pretend to talk someone else in the house” isn’t cutting it anymore.
10/11 2017
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Here’s another goat flashback. To a more recent time.
You guys know I love Mia and Mio more than anything in my life. But I sure do miss this girl. When I come back from a goat trip and look through the hundreds of photos on my camera. I miss her beautiful colours. And her goofy face. She was good at that. Either stunningly beautiful. Or wonderfully silly. While Mia and Mio are both very beautiful to me, they are also both very… white. And I have spent so many years with them. They’re like a part of me. Yogi was like a surprise, a welcome one. New and fresh and colourful.

10/11 2017
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Frankly my dear

10/11 2017
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Is it worth tearing your hair out for a lost cause?
I’m asking for a friend who isn’t bald.
10/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Here’s another one of the six goat babies.

11/11 2017
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Halloween goatlog
part 1

part 2

11/11 2017
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Only in Alabama.
Also, everywhere else.
11/11 2017
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Let it goat

11/11 2017
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This guy gets it
link: silence video
11/11 2017
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updated his profile picture.
Feels like there’s not much hope left in my heart. It’s like you’re on a remote island the tide is rising and there’s less and less ground to stand on. Meanwhile the nazi sharks are marching around you. And so on and so on and so on. They’re going to elect Roy Moore, right? That’s what’s going to happen. Trump got elected, so nothing matters anymore. I can’t have George Takei and Louis CK. This is why we can’t have nice things. Everything beautiful that you see you must destroy. The anti midus touch. Everything turns to shit. Despaire!
Hold on, I need to summon my inner duck. The duck shall take my place while I hide out in the dream zone.

11/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy Funday, guys.

12/11 2017
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I am not drowning, I am the water.
I am not burning, I am the fire.
I am not sick, I am the disease.
I am not hurting, I am the pain.
I am not the sound, I am the fury.
I am not dying, I am become death.
12/11 2017
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Got some bad family news. As you may know, my dad is going through the preparations to donate a kidney to my brother. Well, during his latest tests they found a tumor on one of his kidneys. So that’s really bad, of course. We don’t know for sure what it is yet. If one of his kidneys has problems he won’t be allowed to donate one to my brother. And of course if it’s cancer then who knows what’ll happen. But let’s hope for the best. I don’t want to be consumed by bad thoughts in anticipation of something that may not be. Keeping it light.
Whatever happens the transplant will not be going through this year as we were shooting for. I hope it’s nothing serious and the transplant will happen and that everything will be ok. Positive thoughts and well wishes are welcomed and appreciated. I’m trying to summon good energy myself, even though it’s feeling hard these days.
Also my mother will be getting a new hip in December.
And I’m still blind and phobic. And I just spilled boiling hot water from my pot noodles on my legs.
So things are going great! Highfive.
12/11 2017
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End of Facebook, go go goat photos.

That’s all for this week.

I hope your today will be a good today. This is Mathilde. The mother of Magnethe. She was there at the beginning with Mads. When I met her she was afraid of humans. But slowly, with patience and treats, I befriended her. I still remember that time one of the playground workers said “she doesn’t trust anybody else like she trusts you”. That was one of the first times it dawned on me that this goat thing was.. maybe a thing for me. I had some worth after all.

30/10 2017
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Good goat times today. Some much needed goat therapy, even though things didn’t exactly go as planned. It was a beautiful, sunny morning. But cold. We’re below 50F now. That’s when it starts to hurt my skin. But the sun kept shining so it got more pleasant, as long as I didn’t stay in the shade too long.
The goats were a little on edge already when I arrived. Fencework was in full swing, with men talking and machines making noise. Right outside their stable. They were inside, and quite concerned when I got there. Mia almost didn’t have time to give me a morning smooch. I had brought two pumpkins in order to do some Halloween celebration. But this failed completely. I don’t know if the pumpkins weren’t up to standard or if it was all the noise (machines in several directions and people working all over) but they didn’t want any of it all. Oh well. They also didn’t want tomatoes, and they’ve been turning down tomatoes a lot recently. Tomato season is almost over so maybe they just aren’t good enough. But I actually went shopping early this morning before heading to the goats, so the pumpkins and tomatoes were as fresh as I could get them. Maybe it’s just all the turmoil and changes.
They did enjoy their regular treats and some banana. And pumpkin seeds. I walked around with them and tried to find somewhere nice to be. But they were alarmed by the machines. And then some kind of plastic tarp was blowing in the wind and scared the bajeesus out of them. I had them on leashes but Mio pulled the stake right out of the ground and ran for the hills. Leaving Mia behind hollering after us as I went to retrieve grandma. Oh dear. Yes, it was a bit stressful for the poor goaties. But eventually we did find a nice, quiet place where there was even some grass that was good enough for grazing, and leaves on the trees. So that was pretty good. I think they forgave me for the times I laughed at them for being fraidycats. There was time for cuddles and smoohes and treats as well and Mia sitting down to relax both on a table and in the sand pit. A terribly frightening Halloween indeed. But I needed the goating.
30/10 2017
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Yeah, that’s as close as we got to a Halloween photo this year. Oh well. Good thing I chose two small pumpkins. If I’d carried one of the large ones all the way to the playground for nothing I would have been a little peeved. But then maybe they would have liked a big one better.
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30/10 2017
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Calibrating. I am sorry, but the query “How many ice creams have Lasse eaten today” could not be computed, as the subject just retrieved two further iced creams from the freezer. Please rephrase your question in the form of a taunt or humorous put-down.
30/10 2017
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…Also, there is NO FARTING!
30/10 2017
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Lots and lots of staring today. Staring at machines and people. And tarps blowing in the wind. And uncle’s treat pocket.
Oh yeah, and notice the blue sky. Lovely.
I think some of the workers got a good laugh out of seeing me walk around with them. I did hear one of them ask Alice “Is that one pregnant?!”. Although he may have been talking about me.

30/10 2017
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Just a couple of kooks

30/10 2017
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Wow, I’ve been subpoenaed. I have to appear in bed in 30 minutes to testify against the seven Dreamweb assassins. 20 year old Amiga references are still cool, right? I’m so hip. I’m gonna go get my crunk on and slap some Zs. See you later, alligators. In a while with a smile. Hopefully.
30/10 2017
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I hope your today willl be a good today. Happy Yogi Day, guys.

31/10 2017
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Happy Halloween. Any questions?
31/10 2017
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I had many wonderful dreams last night. I had another snow dream. That’s like 4 or 5 in a month. Where I am surprised to see snow because it’s not winter yet.
I thought, this must be a dream. But then I went outside and it was too real. I told myself, this can’t be a dream.
I ended up telling myself I would just go with it. I would go shopping (for candy, of course) and take snow photos. If it was a dream I’d wake up eventually. If it wasn’t a dream then I’d have snow photos to post on Facebook.
So instead of snow photos you all get this thrilling post. Maybe when it starts snowing here I will start dreaming of sunshine.
31/10 2017
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Wear a smile for Halloween

31/10 2017
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Happy Halloween, witches.
Under my new tax reform I’ll be taking 25% of your candy. And I’m not compromising.

31/10 2017
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Gotta light?
31/10 2017
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Marked himself safe in the Halloween Ice Cream Massacre 2017.
1/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy hump day, guys.

1/11 2017
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[Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier downloading intensifies]
1/11 2017
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Almost got it… Almost got it…

1/11 2017
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It’s getting dark a little too early.
1/11 2017
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If you love something, let it go. Unless it’s a goat. If it’s a goat then hold on to it.

1/11 2017
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Cut cut cut! We’ll fix it in post. We’ll do it live. WE’LL DO IT LIVE.
1/11 2017
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I’m going to go back to not talking about politics after this I swear. I just have some talking points. Stealing candy from kids. Compromising about slavery. The cut cut cut act. Bond007. Immediately issuing fake news demands for tightening immigration due to refugee terrorist attack that killed 8, while not even willing to discuss gun control after white guy shot 500 Americans.
But hey, get chummy with Duterte. That’ll make America great again. Maybe once everyone but Trump and family is indicted the swamp will finally be drained? And on and on and on. NFL players kneeling at the anthem are disrespecting the flag but Robert Lee was honourable for trying to end America? Meanwhile every old white man in Hollywood has apparently harrassed women. Kevin Spacey, Dustin Hoffman? Who’s next? Are there locker rooms on movie sets? Maybe it was just locker room talk.
Lemon, it’s Wednesday.
I get that you want your religion, your no abortions and your guns. But jesus christ if this isn’t the worst shitshow of incompetence and corruption and just utter stupidity. You’re going to need to build a lot of wall to keep out all the derisive laughter from the rest of the world. For people who believe in the devil you sure are easily seduced by him.
Feel free to block, unfriend, complain, curse etc. I’m just a liberal snowflake socialist dirty foreigner.
This world is making me sick and sad. I can’t fucking take it. And I know I shouldn’t look at the news, but I can’t close my eyes to it either. It’s not a fantasy spook that can’t hurt you if you don’t believe in it. It’s reality and it’s being flushed down the black hole drain.
1/11 2017
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I just want to disappear. Out of reality. In dreams they can’t follow me.
1/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. This is Vanilje. She was one of Mathilde’s babies. So a younger sister of Magnethe. A sweet girl.

2/11 2017
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Good goat times today. My safe place, my bubble. Cold and not too much sun, but goat company. There was a guy with a car parked outside the stables, he was working on some fence parts. The goats were mistrusting of him. It’s cute the way they slowly approach…and then run as fast as they can past him and then slow down when they’re at a safe distance. “They don’t like that there’s a stranger here, do they?” he laughed. To be fair, I feel the same way when I’m around humans. Get away as fast as possible. Good cuddles and treats and worries melting away for a little.
2/11 2017
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The fences are almost done I think. And this gap must be for a gate to the goat pen.
Also, spot the Mio.

2/11 2017
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By the way, I highly recommend Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier to any TP fan out there. It sheds some essential light on certain things from season 3.
2/11 2017
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Mia and Mio keeping an eye on the stranger.

2/11 2017
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When you need a shoulder to lean on.

2/11 2017
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“So may I offer a suggestion: When a dark age comes, just as you would at night, hold the light inside you. Others, I can tell you, have already learned to do the same. In time, you will learn to recognize the light, in yourself and others. In this way you find each other. Together, you will make the light stronger. This truth I know as sure as the dawn: Dark yields to light, when the light is strong.”
I love the log lady. Has there been anything more devastating on TV than her last scene?
Now, I’m going to go sleep in the dark. Until the light comes back on.
2/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. No goat flashback today. Instead, here is Moomincat. My little friend who used to come visit me. One night he climbed through my window from out of nowhere.

3/11 2017
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Wonderful dreams last night. I did drugs with Kramer from Seinfeld. I played Virtual Reality Gravity surfing with The Young Ones. And I had a new ending to Twin Peaks featuring Cooper, Bob and the little man from another place. I wish I had coherent memory of the last one, it was relevant to my interests.
3/11 2017
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When the pizza guy apologises for being late and you say “oh it’s ok” but inside you’re going Gordon Ramsay on him.
3/11 2017
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I love your face

3/11 2017
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Well, that explains what’s going on with my notifications. Sometimes when I look at my dropdown list it literally reorders itself while I’m scrolling down. Which makes it really easy to miss notifications. Because i’ll think I have read all the notifications but in fact there are unseen ones further down, notifications that Facebook apparently thinks I’m not interested in.
I hate this age of the algorithm. Where websites think they’re the ones to decide what I’m interested in. And you know the real aim is to create a profile for advertising, so they can sell your data. Ugh. If I like ONE post from one of my goat groups then suddenly my newsfeed is full of group posts. Because obviously if I like ONE thing then that means I want ALL OF THAT THING AND NOTHING ELSE. I object to the idea of machines thinking they know what I’m thinking. Okay, I mean I am always thinking about pizza, goats or boobs. But that doesn’t mean that’s all i want. I mean, it is. But. I don’t want the machines to tell that to their advertising partners.
Rant over.
Now I’m going to get a newsfeed full of posts about rants, aren’t I?
link: independent.co,uk article
3/11 2017
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Who’s going to go on the swing first?

3/11 2017
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Together we will make the light stronger.
Also, spot the Mio.

3/11 2017
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One of my favourite Danish bands. Although I like their earlier stuff better, said all the true fans of every band ever.

3/11 2017
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I miss
link: Palle/Kamel video
3/11 2017
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Ugh. Painful flashbacks to finding Palle. That’s the damn thing. So many funny, happy memories that make me smile. But there’s always the stinging pain lurking in the back of your mind. But I am so thankful for the time I had with him. I try not to play favourites with the goats because I love them all and they all have their own ‘thing’ that makes them special. But if I had to pick one, just one. It might be Palle.
4/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Here is previously posted Vanilje in between her brothers Nougat and 3B from 2006.

4/11 2017
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goatlog

4/11 2017
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A rare sighting of humans in the goatworld.

4/11 2017
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30 days pizza challenge. Eat 30 days’ worth of pizza in one day.
4/11 2017
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Trying to keep a positive mind. Just gotta make sure the lid is properly secured so it doesn’t pop out and make a run for it.

4/11 2017
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Fake news and alternative facts. Whatever bubbles, bubbles up. Lambs to the slaughter, meat on the table. Liar liar pants on fire. Burn it to the ground, we don’t need no holy water. Part the sea and salt the ground, water to wine and antibiotics for swine. I wonder when Christ comes back, will he be born again in the middle east? Better have a gate in your wall or he won’t be able to come back in and salute the flag. The zombie apocalypse has been called off due to lack of brains to eat. Where are you going, lemmings, and can I come too? Forever in debt to your pricelss advil.
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Wherever it may lead

4/11 2017
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I hope your today will be a good today. Happy Funday, guys.

5/11 2017
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I hope you all remembered to set your clocks back to 1930!
5/11 2017
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We’ll be back to the pen soon, guys.

5/11 2017
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Her colours linger

5/11 2017
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Oh my god, I can’t believe Larry David joked about the holocaust. What an outrage. I will definitely sign the petition to have him deported. Now let’s get back to serious, dignified matters like discussing whether Trump is a sexual predator or Hillary is a murderer.
5/11 2017
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Meowsy prowling.

5/11 2017
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Well, guns don’t kill people. So I guess there were no mass shootings today.
I’m sorry, I know it’s too soon to talk about gun control and you shouldn’t politize it. You know, unless it’s a muslim.
Thoughts and prayers. You’d think prayers would have protected people in that church. Guess we gotta have armed priests too?
I do am sorry for being cynical, but this world is getting to me. It’s chipping away at me like a baby chicken trying to pick a hole in its eggshell. Maybe pounding my head against the desk will speed things up…
5/11 2017
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Goat post to push the other one down

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and a goatlog

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End of Facebook, go go goat photos.

That’s all for this week.