Halloween. Tomatoes. Cold. Soup

Winter has come. Luckily so has mama’s soup. See more below.
Start Facebook feed.
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Today will be a good day. Keep going, you’ll get there.
31/10 2016
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Good goat times today. Started off very dull and grey. But at least not too cold. I better enjoy that while it lasts. Looks like the freeze is coming in a couple of days. The mud is already here. It’s so bad that I didn’t even get a running greeting from Mia. She usually comes running to the fence when she sees me, but today she remained at the far end with the others and bleated after me until I jmade my way there. Parts of the pasture are so muddy that even the promise of treats won’t get the goaties to pass there. Even the yellow banquet on the floor of the dark forest is turning brown. But there’s still things to pick out, and I enjoy listening to the sound of goat hooves rustling through teh fallen leaves.
I took all three of them out of the pen today. It was kind of a failure. Not much to eat outside either. And everyone a bit on edgfe. A38 because she had to be close to the big bullies, and Mio and Mia are still nervous with the new surroundings when they’re out of the pen. Plus they don’t like the dark days either, I think. We did get a brief breakthrough of sunshine. Oh I miss summer. All my clothes are fashionaly muddy.
In better news, I managed to get fresh tomatoes at the supermarket today. After more than a week of not finding any. I thought tomato season had ended. Maybe there’s a little left of it still. Although I haven’t tasted these ones yet, so I don’t know if they’re any good. It won’t be long before I’ll mainly be buying tomatoes for the goats. I don’t tihnk I’ll be wanting to eat the imported ones. But I still want tomato time for the goaties.
31/10 2016
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Happy Halloween, Facebookerinos. If it’s true that spirits get to walk the Earth this day, then I hope I’ll be seeing some g-g-g-goats tonight.

31/10 2016
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And here are some fall colours

31/10 2016
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Well I sure am glad that fireworks season has started already. *searches frantically for the sarcasm emoticon*
31/10 2016
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Also, I’d like to know why Facebook keeps showing me ads for “Become a prison guard”. I know Samuel L Jackson didn’t become a movies tar until after he was 40, but I think it’s a little late for me to get into the prison guard racket.
31/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Sometimes life surprises you.
1/11 2016
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Good goat times today. Considerably brighter than yesterday. So much nicer than the grey darkness. Maybe that’s why I got a running greeting from Mia again. Up to the fence for a hello and a peanut. Even A38 bleating after me as I came walking. She was bleating after me when I left too. It’s always good to feel appreciated. And now we’re into November. It’s been a crazy year.
1/11 2016
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Casually posing with goats

1/11 2016
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Here’s one of the feathery fouls. Not a great photo, but there was something about the colours that I liked. You can also see that my temporary fence fix is still up. The tire knitted into the mesh. I guess it’ll stand.

1/11 2016
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I spent 20 minutes sitting in the shower earlier, ranting in my head about the US election. And I’ll keep it there instead of writing it on Facebook. You’re welcome. I’ll just stand here until someone pins a medal on my shoulder.
1/11 2016
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Haruki Murakami was in Denmark and no one told me? THANKS A LOT, DENMARK. Where did I put that South Park clip…
Speaking of things I love coming to Denmark… it looks like Radiohead will be visiting in July. For a festival. A festival almost literally in my back yard. Probably walking distance from where I live. It’s 230 dollars though and I’m blind and phobic and there are human people at festivals. Seeing Radiohead live would be a dream come true. But … I haven’t gone to a live show in 10 years. I’ve never been to a festival. And have I mentioned there would be other humans there? So I’m not going to do it. But maybe I’ll keep my windows open and hope I can hear them from here.
link: Odense honours Haruki Murakami with Hans Christian Andersen award
1/11 2016
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This year for Halloween I dressed up as someone who fell asleep in his comfy chair at 10pm while watching The Walking Dead and slept through it all.
1/11 2016
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Heading to bed. A festival of dreams, all for me. See you when the fat goat bleats.
1/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. We get knocked down. But we get up again. Because we are drunk on helium. Or is that just me?
2/11 2016
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Happy hump day, guys.

2/11 2016
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Tom’s Hank.
2/11 2016
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Oh I never told you what happened with the Japanese snack & candy box. Well. Maybe I should have gone for a strictly candy box. Because my tastebuds are very immature, I’m highly picky and there are things I just can’t stomach and I don’t really like spicy etc. So there was a bunch of things that weren’t really my kind of thing. And a lot of candy stuff was like one piece of wrapped candy and that’s it. It was a fun little adventure, but not really my sort of thing. Predictably. I think my favourite thing might have been the Kit Kats. On paper green tea Kit Kat doesn’t sound very appetizing to me. But it worked. For me. Also I enjoyed the whole “candy ninja” thing. Hii ya
2/11 2016
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No, I said “a bowl of icecream” not EBOLA ICECREAM.
2/11 2016
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“Lasse, the Cubs are playing the Indians
Let your friends know if you’re watching”
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I’m… I’m not. I’m not watching. It’s 3:19 am, I shouldn’t even be on the Facebox. I shouldn’t be tweeting goat photos at Moby in the desperate hope that Moby will know I’m alive. I shouldn’t be doing any of this.
At least tweets can be deleted in the morning. I’m not sure how to fix everything else. But hey. Goat bless your sports team.
(PS now Facebook wants me to add score. So. Score. There. I added score).
3/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Congratulations to Team, and I’m sorry Team. We’re all winners, and losers, and let’s all go to the lobby to get ourselves a treat.
3/11 2016
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Good goat times today. The good news was that it was a sunny morning. The bad news was that temperatures dropped a notch. We’re now in the 5C/40F region, and that’s where my face literally hurts when I step outside. Sigh. Shirt, blouse and coat wasn’t enough today. Guess I’ll need to get the sweater out. Maybe even the thermal underwear. And the gloves too. I hate wearing gloves. Even with the handy mittens I have where I can free my fingers to use the camera, it’s still a hassle and it makes camera operation harder. I just want it to be spring. Can it be spring?
But the goats were good, of course. Sweet things, enjoying their tomatoes and bananas and assorted treats. Picking fallen leaves and some stuff that some visitors had thrown in for them. Not sure what it was, but it was good enough that Mia and Mio hardly could pull themselves away from it when I arrived in the morning.
I miss ‘running’ through the pasture with them. It goes slower now that they have to navigate through the worst of the mud.
We were out in the dark forest when I heard a horse coming. I haven’t been seeing much of the horses lately, as they’ve been spending most of the time in the other pen. But someone came riding by outside our pen. Turns out it wasn’t one of our horses at all. I guess there are other people taking advantages of the paths and forests and parks here to ride their horses. Only the horses stopped as it spotted our three little goats among the trees. And refused to go on. I could hear the girl on its back laughing and saying “don’t be silly, they aren’t going to hurt you”. Can you imagine our scaredy goats jumping the fence and attacking that poor defenseless horse? Apparently the horse could well imagine it and turned around and started galloping back the way it had come. The girl was still laughing so I don’t think the horse was panicking or anything. I think the horse just decided it wasn’t going to risk coming closer to the killer goats. It whinnied quite loudly as it ran away. Which scared the goats who all took flight and ran out in the pasture. Safely away from the fleeing horse. Oh silly goosey goats.
3/11 2016
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All the leaves are brown

3/11 2016
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Make it rain. Silver dollars, wooden nickels. My money bin is full of chocolate dubloons. Open doors. The more I tighten my grip, the more you slip out of my hands. The more you erase me the more I appear. I have to write a long status or Facebook will increase the font size. The lesson here is the less you have to say the louder you have to say it. Keep shouting nothings so nobody can hear the important things. Little trolls in giant office buildings under the bridge where they draw blood. On and on and on and on and off and on and off and on and off and will they won’t they, where were you while we were getting highlights in our hair, cut it off cut it all off with her head now off with her head down to the promised land where milk and honey grow on the trees, you just have to milk the bees and be all you can be in the army of darkness, the army of lovers, in the arms of love and order, now for free shipping, one true pear. Let’s see how small a font Facebook will typeface this with. I forgot the punchline in the typeface, mama said knock it out.
Oh and goodnight, doves. Don’t cry when you fly the tears will be purple rain and the nurples will be hurting and there’s always a silver linno.
3/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Whatever comes we’ll take it on and make it right.
4/11 2016
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Big thank you to Deborah Ladd for the spoooky Halloween card! Super cute with Mio and baby Mia. Was that Esther with Santa earmuffs? And the 3D chewing goat haha. Thank you kindly! That was a nice thing to get up to.
4/11 2016
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Goat your nose!

4/11 2016
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goatlog

4/11 2016
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This new “small status = big font” makes me feel like all my friends are yelling at me.
Can’t we just … get [marquee] back?
4/11 2016
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I LOVE YOU
4/11 2016
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Just changed from AdBlock Plus to uBlock. I’m a little sad that I won’t be seeing anymore prison guard ads. I’ll also have to rewrite my How I Met Your Mother reboot script. I can’t really start with “Well kids, it all started when your mom got caught stealing pizza and was sent to the prison where I was working as a prison guard..” anymore.
4/11 2016
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It’s a Ted Dance on.
5/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Feel it real.
6/11 2016
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For those of you worrying that I’m slowly going crazy, I’d like to assure you that it’s all just fun and games and purposefully being weird on Facebook. So you can stop beaming those negative thoughts into my head via your surveillance satellites. You already know I don’t care about looking fashionable. I WILL go out wearing a tin foil hat if you make me. And all that bubble wrap I’ve been hoarding? Well, if you ever want to see a grown man wearing a suit of armour made of bubble wrap and tin foil, well just keep pushing me. Go on. I dare you. Make my day, Daft Punk.
Anyway, I should go exercise. Time to use the shrink ray on myself so I can run in the hamster wheel for an hour. I’ll just have to shrink the hamster first. I mean, I don’t want to have to fight a Lasse-sized hamster over who gets to use the hamster wheel. You know? That would be crazy.
6/11 2016
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Ain’t she a pretty gal?

6/11 2016
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Good news guys, Facebook support helped me get my account back from that giant hamster that hacked me. My status updates should be back to normal shortly.
6/11 2016
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Heading to bed. I meant to catch up on Facebook now, but I’m in the tired stage where it hurts to read the screen so I’m going to have to call it quits instead. Please accept this giant ornamental viking shield made of plastic with a complimentary Ikea brochure as appropriate sacrifice and rest assured that the responsible parties will play loud hip-hop to annoy the neighbours. Thank you for your patronage.
6/11 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

6/11 2016
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Here’s Last Tuesday’s Weather Forecast. It wasn’t bad.

6/11 2016
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goatlog

6/11 2016
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Today was a big day. I just came home from dinner with the family. Soup’s on! My old timey friends will know that my mother’s soup is one of my favourite eats. It’s not really anything fancy. Just old fashioned soup like yer mama made it. I love it with the potatoes and carrots and melboller (flour balls, mmm). So good. Last winter we didn’t get any soup because my parents couldn’t use their big pot anymore. I think because they had their stove changed.. or something. I forget what it was. But they couldn’t use their huge soup pot anymore. So it must be around a year and a half, if not more, since the last time I had soup. And as tradition says, my fridge is now stocked with leftovers. I’ll be eating soup for the next 3-4 days. The gift that keeps on giving. Mmm mm. Soup a doop!
6/11 2016
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Fighting the temptation to eat more soup already.
6/11 2016
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End of Facebook archive.
Begin goat photos.

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

aha. Just got called “a real man” in a comment because I wasn’t afraid to show I love the goats. I like that. I will freely admit I’m not the manliest of men. And I don’t particularly care to be. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go put on my lumberjack shirt and smoke a cigar and drink some beer and watch the game of balls with feet on the televisual contrapment.
24/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Pay it forward and play it again, Sam. Hope you’re all in for a good week.
24/10 2016
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Good goat times today. Cold morning, but we had some sun before the clouds came in. The goats didn’t notice me at first when I arrived. So I stood at the fence and watched them foraging in the dark forest, through my zoom lens. And then I whistled after them and Mia raised her head, looking around and bleating out. And soon enough they came running to me. Carefully avoiding patches of mud. Yeah, parts of the pen is a mudhole now. Including the part right in front of the stable door. Which my shoes got a close look at. Also some funny scenes of Mia jumping over the mudpool in full sprint.
When I got there I met Anne too. She told me they had new baby bunnies. So we went inside and she showed me the little furballs. Adorable. Meanwhile Mia was hollering outside. “I finally found you and the you leave to look at OTHER furballs? I am much cuter than they” she said, of course.
Took Mia and Mio out for some green buffet out of the pen. I was planning to get A38 out too, but with all the mud everything was a little more complicated. And by the time I got back to bring her, Anne was sitting at the fence talking to her. So I thought I’d let them have their time and let the big girls enjoy the vegetation with me.
Tis the season for muddy pants and hoofprints on my coat now.
24/10 2016
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Well, what do we have here. All three goaties under the same roof. It’s something.

24/10 2016
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Walking Dead
spoiler space
Sort of spoilers, but not spelling it out.
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NAILED IT.
My prediction came true. I remember deducing it, but I don’t remember the logical steps that lead me to the conclusion. I do remember posting about it on Facebook, so you can go back and check. You’ll only have to go through 154000 fart jokes and goat photos. So now you’ll all surely believe my prediction that Gary Johnson will win the US election. I just have a way of predicting the outcome of giant, horrible clusterclucks.
I mean. I predicted the first one. The second one.I. Didn’t. That was actually rather well played. Grim, though. A fandango most grim.
24/10 2016
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You know those tube transports in Futurama? I want to have one installed that leads from my pizza place to my bed. And then I want to bury myself in my wellness quilt for the next 6 months. I’m tired and the world is full of pointy edges.
24/10 2016
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Heading to bed.
Oh, vampire bat. I just got that.
I nominate Negan to moderate the next debate.
And so on and so forth I need sleep.
24/20 2016
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Today will be a good day.
Didn’t get off to the best start, though. I was supposed to get up early and go see the goats. But the demons attacked. Whispered in my ear about how cold and dark it was outside, what a horrible, nasty world it is full of clowns and trolls. How much better the dreamworld is. Tugged away warmly in wellness. I couldn’t escape. The dreamworld is beautiful and magic, it’s like a drug to me. Oh well. Now here we are. Make the best of the rest.
25/10 2016
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Oh, it just occured to me. That’s another thing that A38 has in common with Kamel. She’s pretty good at photobombing.

25/10 2016
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Pizza with benefits
25/10 2016
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Hey, man. Sænk farten.

25/10 2016
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Looks like it’s a Morrissey and space heater kinda evening.
25/10 2016
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Always a good sign when the meme I’m working on is making me smile as I change the typeface and try to keep the punchline centered.
Also always a good sign when I get an email saying “your pizza order is accepted”.
Feels like a Morrissey, space heater, pizza, interactive fiction and chill kinda evening.
25/10 2016
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into the night, across the stars, filth and disease and bodies under the floorboards and the last straw is always the shortest straw, right next to the right one must fall, rivers running into the cracks in the pavement, tears running over cracked skin, more trouble than you’re worth, why do you go into the darknesss when you know there are monsters?
26/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Let’s day the day day, day.
26/10 2016
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Haha. Sometimes you just know the universe is planning to mess with you.
I stayed home today because I was waiting for a package from overseas. Waiting all day. Exercising. Decide to go in the shower for 10 minutes. When does the delivery guy come? Five minutes into the shower. Of course. But aha, I knew it. I knew the universe couldn’t resist delivering the package in that tiny window of time that I was unavailable. So I laid out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers next to the shower. And listened carefully. And sure enough. Ding dong went the doorbell. I knew from past experience that there is not enough time to dry off and get properly dressed before they leave a package slip and go. So I just stumbled out of the shower and threw on the shirt and boxers, and there I was opening the door. A bald guy, soaking with with water dripping down him, wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. I’m sure that’ll be a good story at the postman’s ball. But I got my package. I win this round, universe. You may have won the past 452 rounds and you may win every round from now on. Bujt I won this one. I got my package.
A packaged I could have easily just picked up at the post office in a day or two with the package slip. But that’s not the point. The point is I’m a winner and I am invincible and nothing could possibly go wrong, and these will make great famous last words.
26/10 2016
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..and happy hump day, guys.

26/10 2016
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goatlog

26/10 2016
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Time to head to bed. Not feeling fully functional yet, but hopefully tomorrow will arrive and the binaries will compile into something that attains a certain level of free will and general comprehension of the matrix. Don’t make me turn this 1903 style aeroplane around!
26/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Bring some light.
27/10 2016
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Good goat times today. I hate waking up in a dark room. I miss the summer, the sun, the warmth. But ok. Today wasn’t bad, actually. The temperatures were up by a couple of degrees and it made a difference. Along with a good deal of sun. Much nicer. Brought my tripod to do some goat filming. Didn’t quite turn out as I had hoped, because the mud kept the goaties from following directions. (Yes, surely without the mud they would have done exactly what I wanted..). As much as they love food, a big pile of mud and horsepies will still make them halt. And then they stand and look at you with that longing in their face. And you just have to go deliver the treats to them, because you can’t say now. What a terrible fix.
Hopefully I got some useable footage anyway. We’ll see when I get the editing done. I’m pretty sure this is how Spielberg got started.
27/10 2016
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Long shadows

27/10 2016
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There’s a surprising amount of curse words in Moby’s memoirs.
27/10 2016
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“But I was a Christian, and Christians weren’t supposed to beat people to death with crowbars”.
Moby has a point

27/10 2016
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This is not a party political broadcast on behalf of anyone, but in case you were wondering if Denmark is interested in the US election…

27/10 2016
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Turning off the mainframe for the night. Putting on my walking boots and pajamas and taking a hike in the rolling hills and thunder of the dreamlands. I’ll row my little rowboat out on the lake of mud and read some pottery while the ants build their hills of babel in the real world.
My brain has sort of abandoned Facebook, so I’m sorry if I’m missing posts. I’ll try to re-calibrate, or failing that I’ll get Clone 3 to make a clone of Clone 4 and then they’ll teach this clone to keep up with Facebook. (We’re all)
27/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Thank you for emgoodening it for me.
28/10 2016
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Do you ever feel like just cashing in all your life savings and just getting on the bus and seeing how far you can get?
28/10 2016
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A wider shade of Mio

28/10 2016
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Ugh. That thing when you feel like opening a can of worms. A basket of bees. A box of pandoras. But you know you shouldn’t. You know you really shouldn’t.
I also didn’t expect to get triggered by a discussion about the Ahsoka novel on a Star Wars forum. *gnaws fist*
28/10 2016
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Mulder & Sully: How We Crashed A UFO Into The Hudson. A musical memoir. Available now in alt.reality bookstores.
28/10 2016
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Look. I swear, I thought this was a nudist china shop. Otherwise I would have made my bull wear boxers.
28/10 2016
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drifting, strands of spiderweb being pulled apart by the breeze. losing the connections that once seemed unbreakable. slowly becomg apart
29/10 2016
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Today will be a good day.
It’s the last day before we turn back the clocks, and i’m a little worried that the clocks might rebel because they feel like they have nothing left Toulouse. But you know, we’ll see how it goes.
29/10 2016
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Hey, you got a lot to love

29/10 2016
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On a bit of a Moby kick right now. I didn’t even know he had a new album out, I just happened to be reading his memoir when I found out about it. I like the new album. In the process of downloading his old stuff too. Even though it’s not really a genre I normally partake in, I’m finding it pretty good and interesting. I like Moby. I can imagine he’s a bit too much for some people. But I don’t mind some people being too much when doing the right thing. As long as the right thing is… right. I like in his memoir how he’s quite self deprecating and aware of his faults. Several times he’s musing about how he’s being quite judgmental towards others and how it reflects poorly back on himself. I think that’s a nice thing to be self aware about. I think we’ve all been there, judging others. For their taste in music, clothes, their appearance, their health. Their weight, their naivety, their obsessive late night mad ranting and endless goat photos. Or other things that I could just completely randomly pick out of thin air, it could be anything really., stop looking at me.
Also something I like about his memoirs is how they’re peppered with references to things he’s reading as he’s going about his life. Dune, Star Trek, Arthur C Clarke. How his Christianity was important to him, but Twin Peaks was overshading it at one point. And he’s funny and wants to be a good person and champion animal rights etc. He would probably judge me for not having attained vegan status yet, but he seems like the kind of guy I’d like to be friends with. And then he could fund my goat sanctuary and we could discuss Dune and he could tell me about Kierkegaard. And we could be annoying and save the world together. I’m sorry, I’ll continue this on fanfic.net.

29/10 2016
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goatlog. That one super silly morning.

29/10 2016
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I was going to do some kind of Looney Tunes, That’s All Folks thing with this. But then I realised I’d have to spend a couple of hours properly learning how to do layers in photoshop and instead I figured I’d spend 30 seconds typing this and you could all imagine it. Thanks guys, this made my work a lot easier. Teamwork!

29/10 2016
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Heading to bed. Before the weight of water in the atmosphere cracks my bones and crushes my head. The weather forecast say we might get nightfreeze and snow or sleet next week. Good thing I’m not seasonally repressed.
I need my bed. An extra hour of sleep can be afforded tonight. Let’s hope that saves daylight. Otherwise we’ll have to unfreeze the expendables and hope they haven’t expanded too much.
29/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

30/10 2016
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What if like WE’RE the zombies and this is the apocalypse. Man. Or like. Dude. What if I’M the pizza, and the world is a vampire.
30/10 2016
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Nevermind setting the clocks back one hour. How about setting the clocks free? Time is just a construct designed to trap us all in the system’s slavery. These systems are failing. Don’t follow the seconds and minutes and hours as they go marching off the cliff. Don’t conform to the standards of the regime, man. What is a second TO YOU. Free your time and the rest will follow.
30/10 2016
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goatlog

30/10 2016
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Apparently, according to my pizza place there’s no such thing as “Daylight Savings Free Extra Pizza”. So I got an hour’s extra sleep but not an extra pizza. You win some, you lose some.
30/10 2016
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End of Facebook archive.
On with photos.

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