A couple of big-ish developments. And more controversy. Again, I hope I don’t offend anyone. But sometimes you have to let off some steam. On with Facebooking.

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I think I’ll be turning in now. Into a pumpkin, if I have learned anything from the fairy tales. Which I haven’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have kissed that frog. Kermit still hasn’t returned any of my calls. I guess that wasn’t the rainbow connection you were hoping for, ribbits? I guess I shouldn’t have asked if he wanted to play Froggy. I need to stop typing. S t opp typing. can you use it in a sentence? 5-10 with good behaviour. Please someone unplug my modem.
Well, I think i’m going to go around my news feed and post GET A ROOM coment in random comment threads untill I pass out from the elderberry fumes.
28/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. You never know what it might bring.
28/11 2016
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Good goat times today. Well, well, well. Big news, but not what you might have been expecting.
First off, no babies. And we have officially crossed the 5 month line from Fuzzy’s exit. I do believe I’ve heard it’s plus/minus a couple of days. So, there’s still a chance. But I have flipflopped back to thinking there won’t be babies. There’s still a little chance, but it’s not looking it to me.
That’s not the big news, though. Alice came by again today. One of the managers at the old playground. At least she was. I didn’t even know about it, but she told me she wasn’t working there anymore. Hadn’t been for three months I think she said. That’s kinda crazy. She was there when I started going. So more than 10 years ago. Everything changes. And it now sounds like the plans for the old playground no longer include having animals. It’s not 100% guaranteed, but it looks like Mia and Mio will be living at the new place permanently.
It’s a little bittersweet to think we won’t be going back, but I’m really happy about it too. I’d been hoping for something like this to happen. In fact I had been planning to bring it up, once I knew for sure whether Mio was pregnant or not. I didn’t think there was much hope of it, so I tried not to talk too much about it. Maybe I should have picked the same strategy about talking about goat babies! Well, at least staying there permanently seems to have come true.
I’ve been thinking recently, as the cold has come back, how I really wanted to experience a sping and full blown summer here. It was so nice when we arrived. At that point it had seemed like summer was over, but just as we arrived we got a period of lovely weather again. It will be great next year to get to sit in the sun and green with the goats. I am looking forward to that. Now we just have to make it through winter. Before today I was thinking “make it through winter, but then what happens?”. Now I know.
There might be some changes coming to the place, though. That was partly why Alice was there. To evaluate things. It seems they want to add a fifth horse. They’d have to take the goats’ spacef or that, though. They might build a new stable for the goats. That would be good. One of the few things that were better at the old place was the indoor space. Once I got them to open up both stalls and the little corridor between them, there was a good deal of space for the goats inside. Here at the new place they have much less space inside. But then on the flipside, they get to spend more time outside than they did at the old place. And the outside is bigger and better. But if we could get a new, bigger goat stable next year that would be perfect. I don’t think any of that is settled yet, though. We even talked a little about the old train carriage that the goats lived in at the old place. Unfortunately it would probably be too complicated and expensive to move it. And I guess it’s always very old and not in the best condition. Would have been nice to have a bit of the old place at the new place, though.
She also menioned that she sees me walking along the road sometimes when she’s taking the bus to her new workplace. Fun. She was the one who drove me and the girls when we did the big move.
Well enough yapping. I will probably have some further thoughts later. But you realise what this means? It means we’re not going to have to leave A38 behind.
Now let’s just see if we get any last minute babies.
28/11 2016
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Lots of treats in this old gal’s future.

28/11 2016
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Reindeer AT-ATs. This is all my wishlist for christmas. I want all the reindeer AT-ATs.

28/11 2016
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If you deduct all the slices eaten by invisible alien ghosts then really I only ate 1 slice of pizza today. So far my diet is going great.
28/11 2016
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I can’t believe all the Gilmore Girls were all dead all along. And so many questions left unanswered. Sad.
28/11 2016
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It’s a strange thought that we won’t be going back to the old playground. I have spent so much of my life there. More than 10 years. It’s where I learned to love goats. From the current M&M, Mia and Mio, to the first M&M, Mads and Mathilde. And the extra M, Magnethe. Bloodlines that are all gone now, at least in my neck of the woods. So many memories, a few devastatingly bad but so many more good ones. Before I lost my eyesight I worked as weekend feeder a couple of days a month. I still remember clear as day when I walked up to Per and told him that I had to stop because my eyesight was getting too bad. All the goats and other animals and people. So much history.
I feel bad that there won’t be animals there anymore. That’s what happens when you take all the ressources away. Maybe if we hadn’t had that financial crisis things would have turned out differently. But there wasn’t much money, and they wanted to spend that on the youth club they built. Not the playground. It’s a troubled neighbourhood. It’s sad that the kids there won’t have animals anymore. But then all the ressources will go to the youth and kids clubs, and maybe that’s even better for the neighbourhood in the long run. I just think it’s good for kids to get to be around animals. But the place didn’t feel safe anymore really. And even the plans to rebuild wouldn’t have changed that completely. The goats would have likely stayed in the same building, and there likely wouldn’t have been any more staff to take care of them. In fact I remember on the day of the move when I was talking to Alice, she told me that they had just had to cut another member of staff. And now Alice is gone too. So I’m glad we can get to stay at the new place. They’re much better suited for having animals there. Maybe the old place can have bunnies again some day, closer to the club house and easier to manage. But big animals, like goats. They need more. Lots of green space and a better neighbourhood. Parks beyond the pens too. Hopefully we’ll be making many new, great memories there. And it’s a relief to know that the goats are well taken care of. They’ll still have a good life even if something were to happen to me, my sight or mobility or elderberry addiction or whatever. I was so worried about the move, but it didn’t take us long to settle in and for me to realise that it’s just a much better place for the goats. Even if it’s a little more inconvenient for me, it’s still so worth it. There are things about the old place that I will miss. But the goats call the shots, I just go where they go and do my best to keep them happy. I’m okay with that.
28/11 2016
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It’s Cyber Monday, so if you want to buy my love it’s 50% special offer for you my friend.
I take Visa, Mastercard and pizza.
28/11 2016
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Goodnight for today. It was so cold today that I could see the goats’ breath like steam. I don’t recall ever actually seeing that before. I hope it shows up on video. Also I hope it gets warmer soon.

29/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Face it and embrace it.
29/11 2016
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Good goat times today. And no. No baies. No babies no no. I’ll give it to Thursday before I make an official denouncement, but it really looks like there won’t be babies after all. I’ll just have to look at old baby goat videos instead. Good thing I have about a million.
So cold too. Hurts-my-face cold. Staggering on frozen mud and skidding on frosty pavement. Just gotta make it through winter, just gotta make it through winter.
Good thing I have the goats to keep me warm. Crowding up on me whenever I sit down.
Time for soup.
29/11 2016
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Member the time I posted a video of myself falling and cracking a rib and it got 16, 000 views which is 15,700 more than most of my goat videos get?
Link: Uncle fell
29/11 2016
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I just thought I read the headline “15 year old arrested for licking shopkeeper’s neck”. That was unusual enough to get me to click on it to see what that was all about. Turns out I misread it. He stabbed the shopkeeper in the neck, not licked him. Oh. Hashtag Only the blind.
Shopkeeper is okay, btw.
29/11 2016
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My nose is all stuffed. Maybe I should try sniffing some elderberry.
Smash cut to a year from now, finding me lying in the gutter injecting myself with pure elderberry extract.
29/11 2016
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Let’s pretend this is a 2 player game and it’s the other player’s go.
29/11 2016
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Taking flight. Scheduled landing in my bed asap. Fasten your seatbelts and start flapping you arms.
29/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day, guys.

30/11 2016
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Well, no wonder it was so cold. The heat’s been turned off due to some emergency work. This is a good excuse for soup, said all the Lasses always.
30/11 2016
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Here’s Mulle. I can always recognise her by the stripe. Also she’s the smallest horse. There’s definitely a hierarchy among the horses too. Sometimes Mulle has to do a Yogi bleat-it when the bigger horses push her away.

30/11 2016
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The good news is that my nose isn’t very stuffed. The bad news is that sooner or later our sun will go nova and humanity will go exctinct unless we’ve managed to colonize other planets. Also I have a head ache. But I mean the fate of humanity is important too, that’s why I lead with that.
30/11 2016
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If I order 2 pizzas and when I open the door for the pizza guy I yell back into my empty apartment: “Yes, this is going to be a great double date!”, do you think he’ll fall for it?
30/11 2016
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Still waiting for season 2 of Siberia, by the way. I haven’t given up hope. if Twin Peaks and X-Files can come back, so could Siberia. It’s 2:19 am but I felt like I needed to make this statement.
1/12 2016
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Today will be a good day. You have come this far, you can do this.
1/12 2016
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Good goat times today. Aaand. No. No babies. It’s plusminus 4 days now. I think we can call it. Right, goat experts? Some people like to say I’m a goat expert, but I’m really not. I’m just an expert in hanging out with them and having fun with them. But five months and four days. Unless something crazy happiness I think we have to say that we won’t be having goat kids now. I know some of you will be sad about that and some of you happy. It is what it is. I would have loved so much to spend time with baby goats again, because there really honestly is nothing better in the world. But I’m glad that grandma gets a break, after two unplanned pregnancies in a row. For her sake it’s for the best.
Today was a rather gloomy day. After all the sunshine we’ve had. Back to cloudy. Which means it was a couple of degrees warmer. Nice for me, although it also means the mud unfroze. There was a stack of pavement tiles lying next to the pen. I had the audacity to steal one and plant it in front of the side door to the stable. Where the goats go in and out. It was quite muddy there too (though not as mufddy as in front of the main, white door). I dug around a little and put the tile there. That should help the goats a little. Of course I got myself completely mudded up in the process. oh dear! Well, that’s what hot showers are for.
1/12 2016
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I’ve been pretty good about not posting about politcs on my Facebox, other than for comedy. But in case you’re thinking I’m not outraged and scared and mortified and sad and all that, don’t worry. I totally am. So just one quick note. The 2 Trump supporters who haven’t unfollowed me yet should skip the rest of this post, hashtag not my president.
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Don’t read more if you can’t stomach incoherent, political rambling.
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Those people who said they voted Trump but aren’t racist, you do realise that you now have legit neo nazis in the White House?
And according to a headline that I didn’t fact check because I’m too busy eating my fist, “every single cabinet member appointed by Donald Trump so far opposes LGBT rights”.
And that “climate denial will be the official policy of Trump’s administration”, according to another headline that I didn’t fact check because I was too busy eating my other fist.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. But don’t worry, that iceberg will melt and you guys survived Obama so it’s fine.
I’m not saying any of that to change anyone’s mind, since I know people who voted Trump are most likely reading headlines that say the complete opposite. Or they’re okay with the bad stuff as long as they get their own back.
And so on and so forth.
In my next post I’ll discuss the new government we just got in Denmark and all the things that are wrong and horrible about it. Spoiler alert, I don’t think we have any neo nazis at least. But it’s not all a fairy tale here either.
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And about the electoral college. I can see how it would suck for rural America to feel that their votes don’t count as much because they don’t have as many people as the coasters do (I may have all this wrong, I’m just rambling now). But with the electoral college it sucks for the coasters because their votes seem to count less just because they happen to live in a densely populated area.
It’s like if you have 10 friends going out for dinner. And 2 want pizza but 8 want sushi. Maybe one of the guys who want pizza is paying for the whole thing, so he gets to pick what they eat. His vote counts more. That sucks for the 8 people who want sushi, because they’re the majority but they don’t get to choose. If they did get to choose then it would suck for the other 2. In either case, someone is going to have to eat something they don’t really want. I don’t see how you can avoid that in a giant country like America. Both with electoral and popular vote you’re going to have a group who thinks it’s unfair and their opinion doesn’t count. So if you accept that both methods have a degree of unfairness to it, then why not go with the method where the person who gets the most votes actually wins? That’s kinda the point of democracy. You’ll always have someone who feels it’s unfair, but at least with the popular vote you’d get rid of the basic, deep, fundamental unfairness of the people with the least votes winning. You can’t get rid of the fact that one group will feel it’s unfair. But you can get rid of the idiocy of the person with 2 million more votes not getting to win. I really don’t get the idea of the electoral college, other than in olden times when suddenly slaves and women got the right to vote and you wanted to make sure there was a way to avoid having to actual let their votes count.
Am I conpletely wrong about all that? I am clueless and talking out of my ass and haven’t done any research. And if Hillary had won the electoral then I would have said the same thing Trump basically said recently “There were millions of illegal votes, but I won so let’s just forget about that and not fix the broken system”.
Feel free to educate me about factual errors in my thinking. I do realise I’m Danish and it’s none of my business. But that’s not how the world works. We are all connected and we’re all part of this world. If you let the rest of the world go to hell then it doesn’t matter how great you make America. You’ll end up burning in the same flames as the rest of us.
I’m going to cut myself off now, because this is like 1/10th of the rants I’ve been having in my head. The rest contains a lot more curse words. I think I have dug my own hole deep enough. I just needed to let off a fraction of the steam.
PS to avoid a libel suit I should point out that I don’t know if the alt-right legally qualify as neo nazis, but if you’ve ever seen the Breitbart headlines and you didn’t think something along the lines of “this should not be” then we’re never going to agree on anything I’m afraid. It should not be, and it should definitely not be in a position of power. Why drain the swamp if you’re going to fill it with sewage?
And that’s it. No more of this. I swear.
1/12 2016
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And breathe. I think I need some A38 after that. I promise there’ll be lots more of her and much less auditioning for Full Frontal.

1/12 2016
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Okay, I’m going to bed. I’ll be back tomorrow with such controversial topics as “How much pizza is too much pizza?” and “No, really I couldn’t eat another slice” and “Well, okay I’ll just finish that if you’re done” and maybe a Friday Flashback to “a plate full of tomatoes and cucumbers”. And you’ll never believe what happened next!
1/12 2016
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Today will be a good day. I’m a little scared to look at my notifications, but hey we’re all just doing our best here.
2/12 2016
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As long as I have this I am a rich man

2/12 2016
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A Facebook quiz where you just type in what you want the result to be.
Which Of These Lord Of The Rings characters Are You?
*types in “Aragorn”*
YOU’RE ARAGORN!
Patent pending.
2/12 2016
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Aww. RIP Andrew Sachs. I know Manuel would be considered a ghastly stereotype in today’s world, but I loved him.
2/12 2016
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goatlog part1

and part 2

2/11 2016
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Weather report from my dad: it’s probably -7 to -8 (20F) out.
Just gotta make it to spring. Just gotta make it to spring.
2/11 2016
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I should probably disable all my dating profiles now that I’m in a committed relationship with pizza slash believe we’re all doomed.
3/12 2016
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This year, my christmas card is going to be a burning christmas tree with a “2016” sign on top instead of a star and a Lasse-shaped hole in the wall next to it.
3/12 2016
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I had the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing dreams. I love dreamland. I hope today will be a good day in the real world too.
3/12 2016
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Left my heart in the dreamlands. Feeling a bit glum. Just want to get to bed and forget. Tomorrow should be good. If all goes according to plan I should have proper soup.
3/12 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

4/12 2016
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Can’t talk now, soup.
4/12 2016
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Very good soup, very very good. My parents were nice enough to cook me up a pot of soup and bring it over. So now I’ll be having mama’s classic soup for a few days. Perfect December food.
4/12 2016
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There’s only three weeks till christmas. Which means it’s time to stop dieting and start buying holiday candy and chocolate.
What’s got two thumbs and five chins and is going to let itself go? This guy!
4/12 2016
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End of Facebook. Begin photos.

And that’s all for this week, see you in the next.

Screaming into the void, the sound of awful sawing in the air. Like something on the other side of the veil is trying to make an opening. Fingers creeping around your field of vision.
I wish I had cookies.
21/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Have a good week, please.
21/11 2016
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Good goat times today. I was a little earlier than usual, so the place was still closed. Couldn’t take the goats out the normal way because, well there’s a horse in there at night. And I figured taking them out the front door would be a problem what with the giant mudhole there. So instead I petter the barn kitty a little and then I took the goats out the back way and around the building. To the gate on the far side of the pen. Turned out that Mia and Mio rather enjoyed snacking on the grass outside the pen, though. So I let them do that while I put A38 in the pen. She quickly made her way to the half-shed to take cover from the rain. She relaxed there while the big girls did some grazing and pulled me around on the leash. We had some human visitors. Some kids. One of them was celebrating their birthday. Ethan or Eaton, it sounded like. They were singing birthday songs and got to pet the goats. I talked to a woman who recognised me from the old playground, so we talked a little about that. And speaking of the old playground, later on Alice arrived. One of the management of the old place. She came to check up on the goats. Maybe on me. She told me she’d been told they were happy to have me here at the new place, so that’s nice. I was a little flumoxed so I forgot to ask.. well anything, about how it’s going at the old place. I’m planning to drop by soon to check if there’s any progress.
But a nice day, despite the rain. I have a bad headache now though and I’m very tired. I may have to call it an early pizza.
21/11 2016
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Mia and Mio out grazing. Not much grass left, though. The fence on the left is an area I think is used for horseback riding. At least I’ve seen Ophelia dragging a kid around on one of the horses in there at least once.

21/11 2016
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Hello, my name is Manbun Threepwood and I want to be a hipster pirate.
21/11 2016
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I can’t anymore for today. I’m going to have to unplug the lasseframe and let it cool down. I blame you kids and your angry birds.
21/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. *waves arms like doing a magic trick*
22/11 2016
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Ugh. My body is aching. Apparently I am now that age where I need to stretch after and before cleaning my shower. Good to know. I stood in some weird position and now my thigh muscles, which I believe is the proper scientific term, are aching like if I don’t stretch after going on the exercise bike. And other parts of my body are aching after the weekend’s exercise. And I’m still tired. I feel someone dropped me in a trash compactor. Seeing as though there is a reasonable chance we could get goat kids soon, I’m going to take a day, maybe two, to rest up. Because right now I can’t get out of my chair without sounding like I did when I turned on the TV the morning after the election.
On the plus side I had elderberry soup at 11am, so I got that going for me.
22/11 2016
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Oh by the way, I dreamt about BoB. Because of course I did. When will I learn to not read about Twin Peaks. I keep inviting him in…
It was terrifying, but thankfully I have forgotten what happened now. So I don’t think I need to put my head in the freezer.
22/11 2016
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Not often they get to spend time on this side of the fence.

22/11 2016
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downloading the fan edit of Fire Walk With Me. WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF.
Stop traumatizing yourself, Lasse.
Stop traumatixing yourself, Lasse.
22/11 2016
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Forgot a tidbit from yesterday’s goating. It was raining a little and the horses had just been let out in the pen, a couple of them were standing under the half-shed cover. Mia and Mio went inside the stable to get cover. Poor Yogi was hoping to take cover under the half-shed but stopped halfway there when she spotted the horses. So she ended up standing against a wall to at least get a little cover. And of course I was a gentleman and went and leaned against the wall, leaning above her trying to make myself as wide as possible. Uncle Roof to the rescue.
22/11 2016
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Forget-me-nots, the neediest of all flowers. I bet all the other flowers in the bed are like “ALRIGHT ALREADY, LET IT GO”.
22/11 2016
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I’m going to crawl into bed. Might be a while. I’ll leave this potato shaped rock wearing a top hat to stand in for me while I’m gone.
22/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day, guys.

23/11 2016
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Sparkling series of amazing dreams last night. Visits from both Kamel and Palle. I love the dreamlands. Always hard to tear myself away from there.
23/11 2016
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Working on my new app, it basically just streams Planes, Trains & Automobiles 24/7.
23/11 2016
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Ain’t no party like a Lasse party because a Lasse party includes no one but Lasse because Lasse don’t invite people to parties
23/11 2016
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A calming hymn to relax this evening.
Trying not to be offended that humanity doesn’t seem to care that I’m giving up on it.

23/11 2016
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goatlog.

23/11 2016
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I am regretting eating the emergency ice cream. Next time I’ll buy emergency cookies too.
23/11 2016
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mashup ketchup in the stirrups
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I read the news today, oh boy. Shit’s so thick you could stir it with a stick, free teflon whitewashed presidency. And the radio says “This is a low. But it won’t hurt you”. The papers wouldn’t lie, I sigh. Ugh this means war. It’s a hallowed, hollow anesthesized “save my own ass, screw these guys” smoke and mirror lock down. Hail to the thief, get up get over turn your tape off
24/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. And I am thankful for that.
24/11 2016
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Good goat times today. I was wondering if we’d have Thanksgiving babies, but nothing new there. I honestly am not sure, it could go either way. Either way, there’s about a handful of days left.
A sharply sunny and cold day. Some of the mud was almost frozen over, but the worst mudholes were still a menace. I put down a wooden board over the worst one. Mia had a fun couple of jumps on and off it. But then, after previously using it, Mio decided she didn’t like it and refused to pass it. Sheesh, there’s always something. I’m worried it’d be slippery for the horses anyway, so I can’t leave it there. But it was a fun diversion. We also had another visit from the cat. Not sure if it’s our barn cat or not, but it’s come by the pen a couple of times. It got a righteous stare-down by Mia. With some snorts as well.
And now we wait.
24/11 2016
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Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends. And to everyone else as well. We should be thankful all year round, but I like having a spot in the calendar that will refuse to let you forget to be thankful. And I like getting a look into the American ways. Growing up with very special American sitcom episodes and now seeing friends post about cooking and family and so on. As with many other things it has its good and bad sides, but I choose to see the good. I find that’s usually the better option. And I am very, very thankful for my family and facebookerinos and goats. Thanks for putting up with me and enabling my madness, and thanks for the pizza I am about to receive.

24/11 2016
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I feel like I have eaten too much. Truly it now is Thanksgiving.
24/11 2016
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It’s always nice to see some blue sky, even if it’s usually a little warmer when it’s cloudy.

24/11 2016
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Happy Turkleton Day

24/11 2016
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Time for the parade. Which is me parading ceremoniously to my bed and then deflating and collapsing like a giant balloon that just can’t balloon anymore. You all keep giving those thanks. There may be no forks to give, but there are still tanks. War is over if you want it etc.
. Enjoy, and love to all the families in my newsfeed, which is rapidly turning into foodpron.
I didn’t say stop.
24/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. We will find life’s way.
25/11 2016
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It warms my heart, going through all the comments on Mia’s page. It’s so nice to see that people get just a little bit of happiness out of our larks. I remember when I was younger, having that desire to reach people. Seeing how musicians and actors really reached people and made connections with them and just having that… I don’t know how to describe it. Communion? It was always beautiful to me. I always desired something like that, and I figured it would be through writing, whether it would be books or journals or poetry or whatever. I never imagined I’d get some sense of it through posting goat photos on the internets. Haha. Not that I’m comparing what I do to great artists or anything. But just making a few people smile, that’s beautiful to me too. As I have (tried to at least) grown to try to be a more positive person, I know that whatever helps put a smile on your face can be really valuable. And then once in a while you get those messages from people who are going through something hard, and our little goat fun has helped them or distracted them. That’s so wonderful. Being a tiny bit of a jigsaw puzzle that helps bring some positivity. I love that. And I am thankful for all you out there, jigsaw pieces in my own puzzle as I try to distract myself from the bad in the world and in myself. Sometimes it all seems too much, and I appreciate you are all there helping me. Thank you for reaching me.

25/11 2016
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My pizza place apparently “doesn’t think Black Friday pizza deals are a thing”. Well, whatever! I’ll show them by bying the pizza full prize and keep giving them my business. I can play hardball too.
25/11 2016
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You know, it’s cact-US. Not cactyou.
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I wasn’t going to post that, but Facebook bugged me with its new draft saving hijinx so instead of deleting it we’ll just all have to suffer.
25/11 2016
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No, YOU’RE eating soup at 2am.
26/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. We will achieve it.
26/11 2016
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The fall colours are less colourful now.

26/11 2016
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Unless the Marvel cinematic universe does a crossover with The Smurfs cinematic universe, I just.. I’m not interested. I also haven’t watched any Harry Potter movies or Twilight movies. I have however watched the Ewok adventures several times and I’m still patiently waiting for them to conclude the trilogy.
26/11 2016
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goatlog

26/11 2016
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Okay, Facebook. I’ll continue creating my post. I am, after all, a creator. Darn, autocorrect. I meant creature, of course. Of habits and other suits. And so on and so forth. I’m going to bed. Don’t forget to feed the gizmo. And set the clocks back. Wait, how did Gremlins deal with daylight savings again? Let’s just hope we get a fire thrower for christmas.

26/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

27/11 2016
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Latest list of disappointments:
A) My Gilmore Goats Revival pitch wasn’t picked up.
2) I never got a callback from my audition for the part of young Lando Calrissian.
3) I walked five hundred miles but then I quit. I just couldn’t walk another five hundred miles, even for you.
#) Sometimes reality forces its way into my delusion.
On the plus side, I think I’m going to have elderberry soup. Yes, yes I definitely think so.
27/11 2016
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“But why do they have to call me ‘Abominable’? ”
“I know, I know”.
“But it’s just.. i could live with ‘snowman’, even though I’m not made of snow or anything. But ABOMINABLE snowman?”
“I know, it’s just not fair. But you can’t blame yourself”
“What’s wrong with ‘Yeti’? Why do they always have to further such negative stereotypes about our people?”
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This has been a preview of my new play “A Therapy Session With The Abominable Snowman” coming to a a theatre near you, assuming you live next to my shower.
27/11 2016
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their mouths all shouting asphalt, the bodies torn apart

27/11 2016
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Waldo’s not here, man.
27/11 2016
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It’s okay, guys. According to WebMD there is no such thing as elderberry poisening. And my heart is beating normally again, so it was probably just the hiccups or something.
27/11 2016
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End of Facebook posts. Go go goat photos.

And that’s all for this week, see you in the next one.