If I never get my memoirs written, I hope at least my demons will write one. That would probably be more interesting anyway. They have a lot of stories to tell.
17/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. This is your warning. Let’s make it a good week too, for good measure.
17/10 2016
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Good goat times today. Grey, but almost no rain. About 10C/50F. Helped to have a little mini-scarf around my neck, under my coat. Still brought out hand-warmers at the end of the day, though.
No one there but me today. I guess because it’s fall vacation in Denmark. So I got to take the goats out in the morning. And put them back in when I left, for the first time at the new place. Showed the diference between the goaties. I had to wrestle Mia a bit to get her to stay in the stall she shares with Mio. Then I figured I’d have to go round up A38, because surely she would have skipped town to go galivanting outside after I took the big girls in. Nope. She was standing, quietly waiting outside her private stall. I have never met such a well mannered, little goat.
Lots of fun in between taking them out and putting them back in. More than I had bargained for, even. Mia was walking along the fence and I looked up and.. wait, was she OUTSIDE the fence? Yes. She was. Escape artist. I thought she must had jumped the fence. Which would be bad news, I think she probably COULD jump the fence if motivated enough. But I don’t want her to realise that, because then she might be jumping it all the time, when I’m not there too. Which surely is how Peanut ran things when he stayed there. But okay, I climbed the fence and dragged Mia around the building to get her through the door and back in the pen. I probably could have made it a little easier on her by getting the leash or luring her with food. But I figured making the experience a little bit unpleasant might deter her from doing it again. She employed her usualy tactic of pacifist resistance. Aka dropping to her knees and making it hard to drag her anywhere. But I got her back in the pen. We went over to the fene again and I was making sure she couldn’t get a running start to jump the fence… but then.. she was outside again. And then I saw, a hole in the mesh wiring. She didn’t jump the fence. She went through the hole. Oh my. Well, I figured instead of getting her back in the pen I’d take the two others out and let them all do a little trimming of the bushes outside. So I ploppped an old tire up to block the hole and then I started bringing Mio and A38 out through the door and around the building to join Mia. And when we got around the building… Mia was back in the pen. I guess she jumped the fence to get IN. Sheesh. Seeing me take the two others in through the door gave her the motivation to pull that off. She does not like being left alone. So, I took the tire down and let her go through the hole to join us outside. And then we spent some time eating leaves. Well, I let the goats eat them while I snuck a peanut for myself from my treat pocket. I don’t eat them with the shell, though.
Later on a family came by. I was sitting at the fence with the goats, so they got some good goat interaction. They said they could see a baby or babies moving in Mio’s tummy. I am not sure that’s acurate. But I am no longer flatly denying it when people ask if she’s pregnant. There’s a good chance, I think. Later still a group of kids walked by.. A boy with a football and a couple of girls. One of the girls called out “Miiiia, Miaaa”. Mia didn’t come over, haha. But it’s nice to know people in the neighbourhood are learning their names.

And that concludes today’s Goat Tales.
17/10 2016
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I should be ready for fall.

17/10 2016
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My regular pizza guy is back. And delivery was faster than promised. DID YOU EVER KNOW THAT YOU’RE MY HEEEEERO
17/10 2016
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Here’s a little Behind The Scenes video. Mio watching me set up the camera and getting cucumbers. And of course Mia comes running when she sees me going to the backpack.
17/10 2016
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Be Sleep Now
17/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. We got this far, let’s just keep going.
18/10 2016
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Good goat times today. Grey, little bit of rain. Not too bad. The goats were out when I got there. Always nice to be greeted by Mia’s hollering. A nice and quiet time today, no escapes or anything. I did have a bit of a sad moment, though. I was sitting down, looking at A38. When came to think of my old buddy Mads. He looked a lot like Yogi, only with fewer colours. And a girlier bleat. I thought of my last day with him. And started to tear up. Then Mio came walking out of the door and slowly walked over to me and stood still up against me, like she always does. Like I’m a magnet. And I started scratching her ears. And behind me Mia stopped gnawing on the bunch of branches that are still lying in a pile in the pen. She walked around me and stood next to Mio. And I had both hands full of goats to cuddle while watching A38. You have to be happy with what you have. See the good that’s there. Everything changes. People, animals, the world. You can’t stop that. But enjoy what you have while you have it. That’s one of the most important things for me to try to remember. Appreciate what I have. I may be almost blind, but I’m not blind. I may have lost some wonderful goat friends. But I have some wonderful goat friends. I may feel alone a lot of the time, but I have an army of people that are always there when I need it. An army of kindness. And when it gets cold I can afford to buy an overpriced wellness quilt. Hashtag blessed.
18/10 2016
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One from the archives. Sweet Mads.
18/10 2016
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It is a pretty season

18/10 2016
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Lots of clown reports these days in Denmark. My first thought when I heard about people dressing up as clowns and being spooky was “Oh cool, that’s creepy and kinda neat and it’s like bringing some Stephen King to the real world”. And I started reading about the things the clowns were doing. And realisd that they were just jacklasses harrassing people, just doing it in clown masks. Just more unkindness. I hate unkindness. Throwing rocks at people or chasing women walking their dogs at night isn’t okay just because you’re wearing a clown mask.
18/10 2016
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Well, I think this is the first time I’ve had to edit the F word out of one of my goat videos…
18/10 2016
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Okay. off to bed. Let the clowns eat me if they want. Worm food, clown food, fast food, junk food. We’re all food for someone some day. Assuming my theory that our universe is salt corn on a french fry in a happy meal of a giant interdimensial 400l pound hacker living in the basement of Mr and Mrs God [in your religion] is correct.
Goodnight!
18/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day, guys.

19/10 2016
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Come, come, nuclear pizza

19/10 2016
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Today in the news QUICK HERE’S SOME KITTENS DON’T LOOK AT THE NEWS.
That’s how my news site would be. Also it would have a lot of stories about goats and pizza and why visually impaired people should get to scratch 2 numbers before they decide whether to buy the lottery ticket.
19/10 2016
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Just ordered myself a box of assortedJapanese candy and snacks. Because… why not? I mean, I better get used to it. If [Presidential candidate you don’t agree with] wins, I’ll definitely be moving to Japan. And I know that doesn’t make sense since I live in Denmark. But you don’t get to write the rules of my tale. I am a free spirit and I cannot be contained by such outdated tropes as logic, sense or ‘not being stupid’.
19/10 2016
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goatlog from the big rainy day.
Part 1

and part 2

20/10 2016
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The hiiiiills are alive, with me not watching the debate.
20/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. HERE’S MORE KITTENS
20/10 2016
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Good goat times today. What do I spy with my single working eye? Sunshine. I can’t remember the last time I got to spend time in the sun with the goats. Still cold. But so much nicer when it’s sunny. Must have rained last night, though, because there was a lot of mud. Parts of the pasture are getting quite soggy. Territory for the goats to avoid. Me as well. But otherwise it’s good. Giving the goats lots of love and treats. What more could you need?
20/10 2016
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Not a bad day for it

20/10 2016
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Okay, I’m going to bed. I’m not feeling
20/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. I can do it. We can do it. Let’s do it.
21/10 2016
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I have a headache. And you know what? They don’t offer aspirin as a pizza topping. This seems like a strange oversight.
21/10 2016
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Under a blanket of fall, a banquet of colour.

21/10 2016
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It’s times like these that I wish my watch hadn’t broken, so I could tell what time it is.
21/10 2016
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Conan the Burparian. He… well he burps a lot.
No, I think that one’s going back in the drawer.
21/10 2016
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Dog walking man

22/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. I’m gonna take a nap. Then I’m going to exercise. Then I’m going to go on Facebook and write about what I’ll be doing for the rest of the day. Then I’ll do half of the things I said I’d do. Have a good weekend, alls.
22/10 2016
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Another one in my pretentious “Humans and the fall” series.

22/10 2016
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That’s it, South Park. You’re on my list!
22/10 2016
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Well, I talked it over with the government and I’m afraid they insist I join in on Denmark’s quitting of the social media. I hereby announce the closing of my Facebook account. If you guys want to chat you can snailmail me:
Lasse Me Henetchetera
Under the bridge
Trollslayerville
Denmark
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PS just kidding.
PPS. South Park, I would have consulted on these episodes for free. Some of your Danishments are a little.. off. Kudos on Lennart Bedrager, though. That’s straight outta Casper & Mandrilaftalen.
PPPS. Member Corellian Corvette?
22/10 2016
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I hereby announce that I’m changing my name to SouthLasse Henriksenpark and from now on instead of goat videos I’ll only be posting South Park videos.
Just kidding.
I’ll be changing my name to RickLasse RollMortyface McGoatbusters and I will only be posting obscure facts about 80s pop bands that played gigs in continental Denmark. With bonus videos of Poul Thomsen explaining the mating habits of Danish fauna and flora. Please contribute to my kickstarter if you want more of this content. I can be reached at HowAmIDrivingYouCrazy@emailkilledthepostalworker dut dut dut dut dut
22/10 2016
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To make up for all that gibberish, here is a picture of Mio. Clearly judging me for my poor Facebook etiquette. And lack of giving her treatsness.

22/10 2016
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Bedtime for Pizzaface Goatriksen. PLease remember to subscribe to my newsletter and bookmark my zine and add my blog to your blogroll and exorcise my livejournal and apply for citizenship to my diaryland and send me money so i can build a wax figure of myself from every year of my life. Admittance to Lasseworld will only be allowed if you’re accompanied by an adult or someone with a really convincing fake ID. There are no refunds or spoons, so bring your own cutlery, general Custard. For vacancy apply within, generously on all afflicted body parts. The end. And the legs, and the arms etc.
22/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

23/10 2016
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goatlog

23/10 2016
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My kickstarter to make Hamilton as performed by Moomins is going surprisingly poor. I guess I overestimated the demand for Moomins.
Also, the cold is creeping in, sneaking in. The floorboards are creaking and the windows are shaking. There is one week until daylight savings change. Winter is coming.
23/10 2016
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I love A38’s kind eyes. And the way she looks up at me, like Kamel used to. Too polite to be pushy, but still goatily hoping for treats.

23/10 2016
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End of Facebook archive. Let’s go go goat photos.

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

Nothing particularly interesting to write about this week. So we’ll just go to the Facebook archive.
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Heading off to bed. I’m tempted to stay up and read the livetweeting of the debate, because this ship got interesting. But nah. My wellness awaits. To sleep, perchance to dream. And perchance pizza tomorrow.
9/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Nothing’s gonna stand in our way. My name is mix master Lasse and I’m here to say.
10/10/2016
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Good goat times today. Cold and rainy morning, though. The kind where you don’t really want to walk along the busy highway in the wind. It’s gotten to be something of a stubborn quest now, though. I will not take the bus! It’s a matter of principle. Or foolishness. We’ll see if I break when it gets colder. Right now we’re around 10C/50F and that’s cold for me. Too cold. But when it gets freezing it might be too much alltogether.
I was the first one there today. I guess the cold, rainy Monday morning scared everyone else away. I had a hard time getting the goats to come out too. The rain wasn’t TOO bad, but you know grandma and mud.
Because the place wasn’t officially opened yet, that meant the horses where still inside. And I couldn’t open up the stables, where the goats can normally go in and out during the day. Because there’s a horse in that part of the stables when the place is closed.
So there was no escaping the weather. I took the big bully girls out to the dark forest for some scavenging. Letting A38 take shelter under the roof of the half-shed. Later on the rain got worse and me and the gals went in there to take cover. A38 had to go out. Hoarsely complaining in the rain. She went back to the stable door that’s normally open to check if she could go in there. No luck. She had to come back, looking for a place to be. I was kinda holding Mia and Mio back to one side and A38 carefully got under the roof too. Just inside enough to be out of the rain, while still keeping as much distance as possible to the big girls. But hey, all 3 of them under the same roof. Pretty good. And then I went and spoiled it all by doing something stupid like grabbing my camera in my pocket. As soon as Mia and Mio saw me going for a pocket they started moving because they thought there would be treats. And then A38 had to flee out in the rain again. Sigh. I decided to just take them all back out of the rain, into the main stables. I was getting very cold too. And then Ophelia came and she’s sweet, shut up. With the place properly opened up, the horses will go out and the goats will be able to go in and out as they please. I had to head home because I was getting so cold. I had a warmer coat on today, but just a T-shirt under it. Not enough after a couple of hours out in the rain. Sigh. Will have to add a blouse again I suppose.
Now I’m waiting for pizza. Believe it or not, I haven’t had pizza in two weeks. I know, the world truly has gone mad. I’ll have to make up for it by eating pizza every day for the rest of .. MY LIFE
10/10 2016
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I need a chair or something. I miss sitting in the dirt in the sun.
10/10 2016
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Finished The Last Days of New Paris today. My second China Miéville book. Much like The City And The City this one had a fantastic, deeply fascinating setting. The real star of the story is the city and setting. This one didn’t grab me as much as a story, though. I found it harder to get into and not as satisfying, storywise. But worth it just for the premise. And the thing I found most interesting was actually the appendix. Basically in the story there are ‘manifs’. Manifestations of art. And in the appendix there are a lot of details of the art and artists that inspired the various manifs. It kinda made me want to study French Surrealism, haha. Though I don’t really have the eyesight to study drawings and paintings. But China Miéville remains on the list of authors that I pretty much want to read all I can get my hands on ..of? Grammar surrealish. Next up is a Scalzi short, Norm MacDonald’s autobiography thing and then an Alastair Reynolds, who is on the list that Miéville was on recently. Authors that I really, really want to try. Hopefully he’ll join Miéville on the ‘read everything’ list later too. Even in the bad weather I am really enjoying walking and listening to books.
10/10 2016
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“A friend is typing a comment…”
Oh the sweet promise and the dark foreboding. Somewhere someone is connecting the live wire.
10/10 2016
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Schrodinger’s election. If you don’t vote. the election will never be decided and you won’t know who the president is.
(This is a joke, please vote etc and check out chess tape).
10/10 2016
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Okay, turning off the Facebox for today. Off to manifest some exquisite corpses in dreamland.
11/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Says who? Says all of us.
11/10 2016
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Good goat times today. Cold and grey, but at least barely any rain. The goats were in a bit of an odd mood today. Maybe I spooked them. I tripped over a rock just as I swung around the bend to walk along the fence of the pen. I didn’t end up on the ground, but I did some arm flailing. And then I stopped and videotaped them, because all three of them were standing pretty close. Standing there with the camera in front of my face, I guess Mia couldn’t recognise me. Normally she bleats out whenever she sees me. But they all seemed a little on edge. And Mia was moving back and forth with a “Is it… is that the Treatbag or..” look on her face.
I wanted to film a tomato time with them at the fence around the dark forest. But I had the hardest time getting them to come to me. I stood outside the fence. It was like in the first days at the new place, like they were a little scared of the dark forest again. Yeah, just seemed like they were all a little on edge and uncomfortable. Odd. It helped when I got in the pen with them and handed out treats, of course.
I also took them for a trip outside. Most of the good grass in the pen is trimmed down or trodden down or muddied. And the leaves around the fence is getting hard to reach. There’s still more toe at than in the old pen. But pickings are getting slimmer. So I took them out and let them have at the bushes around the premises. At first they stayed nicely with me, but of course they eventually started migrating. So I put A38 and Mio on leashes. Had some fun, chaotic time trying to get them to follow orders and stay where I wanted them. At one point I dropped A38’s leash to go secure Mio to a railing. And A38 saw her chance to waddle away with the leash dangling after her. She may be small, but she’s pretty round too. She darted around the corner and I had to run after her and bring her back. Haha. There’s a kindergarten next to the playground too and we got out on the lawn next to their fence. Soon there was a flock of children at the fence calling out to the goats. I missed that too. I recommend taking your goats out to a kindergarten fence. Fun for all!
11/10 2016
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“Don’t worry, we’ll get this thing trimmed for you no problem!”
In the back on the right you can see the kindergarten fence. No kindergarteners I think, though. In the back on the left you can make out a father carrying his little girl. They came by just as I was taking the goats out, so they got to see them munching on the leaves.

11/10 2016
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Why didn’t anyone tell me about Ken Bone?
I heard the name after the debate, but being busy vomitting every time I thought of the debate and not really knowing everything about America, I figured… oh I guess Ken Bone was the moderator of this round. Someone said Ken Bone had won the debate and I thought, ah finally they got a good moderator.
Spinoff, please.
11/10 2016
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I definitely didn’t have pizza again today. I don’t even know why you’d bring that up. That pizza box? That’s the one from yesterday, clearly. As far as you know. You can’t carbon date it, you don’t know how old it is. I’m getting a little tired of those accusatory glances!
11/10 2016
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Bedtime. I’m going clownspotting in the dreamscape. I just hope they don’t have candy, I won’t be able to resist getting into the tiny car with them. Honk honk.
11/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. I had a good, long sleep with amazing dreams. Needed that. Now I’m late for exercise. If you could all just pass out these coupons for Good Dayness amongst yourselves, that’d be a real help. Thank you, and Facebox later!
12/10 2016
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Happy hump day, guys.

12/10 2016
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This is almost all worth it for Samantha Bee. I guess it makes sense, all the best comedy comes from tragedy.
12/10 2016
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goatlog

12/10 2016
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Does anyone know if VirtualDub and Photoshop works on Linux? And also, does anyone know if the MicroSoft board of directors will count in a clowspotting contest?
13/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Go forth and be merry and multiply.
13/10 2016
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Good goat times today. A few drops of rain, but otherwise just grey and cold. I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in weeks. Is it even still there *falls to my knees and shakes fist at sky* ARE YOU EVEN STILL THERE?!
Sorry.
Used chemical handwarmers for the first time today. That feeling of warmth running up your arms is quite delightful. I was wearing two T-shirts under my coat. Not enough. It’s tricky finding the right balance. I could easily bring all my winter gear in action, but it’s not just a matter of getting the warmest clothes. Get too warm and I get sweaty and clammy and that’ll just make me colder as the day goes on. It’s hard finding the right level that works both when walking for an hour to get there, and also after two hours of being fairly still in the wind.
But so it goes. The goats are good. Happy to see me today. They were out in the dark forest today. But I didn’t spot them as I walked by. And they didn’t notice me until I was halfway down the path next to the pasture. Suddenly I heard Mia’s hysterical bleating behind me. And then they came running to catch up with me. With A38 slowly bringing up the rear. I often see that sight. She wants to come along, but she can’t be TOO near the two bullies. So she comes walking slowly behind the two, faster girls. Sending me hopeful looks. Hoping that there will be some treats to spare for her after the big bullies have mugged me for all I’m worth.
She did stand up to Mio a little today. 5-6 little headbutts against each other. Followed by her Selma-like croaking.
In other news… i’m starting to seriously suspect that Mio might be pregnant. She always looks pregnant, and she’s fooled me before. So I don’t want anyone getting their hopes up. Or down. But if I had to put money on it… I’d put money on November babies. Well, we’ll see. I can hardly believe little Fuzzy managed that before he left… Oh dear.
13/10 2016
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Just popping in to say hi

13/10 2016
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That thing when your pizza is late, and the delivery guy (who is not your regular delivery guy) apologises and you say “oh it’s okay” BUT IT’S NOT OKAY. NOTHING MAKES IT OKAY. *Drops to knees and shakes fist at sky* NOT OKAY
13/10 2016
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Heading to bed. Feeling tired and a little.. off. I’m not blaming the pizza guy. We all make mistakes that we have to live with. I forgive but I don’t forget. Well, that’s not true. I forget everything all time. I’m like a goldfish. Swimming in circles, always the same circles.
Anyway. Way behind on the Faceboxing. But you know. I’m a goldfish, you can’t really have too high expectations of me. That wouldn’t be fair. Just kibble me.
13/10 2016
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Great. Facebook has locked me out of my account again.. on Pale Moon. It’s impressive that they think my computer is infected when I use that browser.. but not when I use Firefox. Flipping amateurs. I think this is a sign that I should quit Facebook, and order pizza.
Today will be a good day, la la la.
14/10 2016
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It’s cool. We’re good. I’m alright. Let’s get on with the day.

14/10 2016
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I sat at the airport all day and waited. The pizza guy did not come running with a boombox on his shoulder to apologise for letting me down and convince me we could work things out before I left for Saladville.
14/10 2016
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My dreams went half-lucid last night. That seems to be how it is for me mostly. I don’t get full control of everything in the dreamscape, but I become aware that I’m dreaming and able to have some control over my own actions.
In this dream I confronted one of the persons in the dream and told her it was a dream. And it sort of short-circuited the dream. I found it very interesting. It felt sort of like.. a live play where one of the actors forgets his lines and starts improvising, and the rest of the cast scrambles
to keep up and play along. And I was the actor no longer playing by the rules. Or, like a Trujman Show thing. Where the Truman realises what’s going on and tries to trip up the facade. Like the dream people weren’t ready to be confronted with the fact that they were dream people. Maybe they didn’t know. Or maybe they weren’t allowed to break character. Like their AI hadn’t been programmed with the concept of the dreamer realising it’s a dream. They had only been programmed with the bare minimum of scripting to make everything ‘appear’ real when not challenged.
Do you ever wonder about that in real life? Like. What if you’re the only one who’s real? What if everyone else is a cyborg. Or an illusion called forth by aliens to get you to reveal the nuclear codes. Or something. Maybe the whole human race died out except you and everyone else are just mindless clones that the aliens made to keep you sane because you wouldn’t be able to handle the truth, that you’re all that’s left. Or maybe the people you’re talking to online aren’t actually people, maybe they are self-aware artificial constructs, like viruses in the mainframe. Dude. Do you ever wonder about that?
No, me neither. I’m not crazy.
I remember when I was younger I had thoughs like that sometimes. Like, how do I know there’s anything outside Denmark? Or outside my town. Or my neighbourhood even. The physical space I inhabited was, and is, very small. You’d only really need a few streets to be REALLY realistic. And then some area around that was fairly realistic as long as it wasn’t put up to close scrutiny. I mean, I’d see America and England and Russia and Africa on TV. But how do I know that wasn’t just a studio somewhere nearby? How do I know that the Earth isn’t really only a few miles big? I had those thoughts long before The Truman Show etc.
Also about the people. How do you know they still do things when you’re not with them? I remember visiting Ole, one of my classmates. And thinking that I didn’t really know if he kept doing things once I left. Theoretically he could just be standing still, staring into thin air. Until it was time for him to again do something that had an effect on MY life. Maybe he’d just stand there in the middle of his room until it was time to go to school next morning. How do you know everyone around you THINK? I mean, I have this internal monologue. Consciousness or the soul or whatever. But what if I’m the only one.. what if everyone else is just acting on instinct. Or parsing subroutines. I don’t KNOW that you’re all real. How do you know I’m real? How do -I- know I’m real. Maybe i’m one of the extras in someone else’s dream. I wonder if any of the other people in our dreams ever go lucid? If the computer-controlled characters ever realise they’re just dream images. I think that happend on the holodeck once. Sometimes I feel like punching the air to see if I can punch my way to whatever is on the other side of the projection. Like in the dream where I stretched the fabric of ‘reality’ by confronting a dream person.
I actually told her “don’t worry, I’m just talking to you through a dream memory”. But that wasn’t really true. Because the dream wasn’t a memory, it wasn’t something that had actually happened. I think it was a dream I had had before, though. I remember parts of it at least. There were goats. It’s interesting that we sometimes dream the same things that we have dreamt befrore, isn’t it? I mean that sort of suggests that dreams aren’t necessarily spontaneously created by random accidents. It suggests that dreams could almost be stored, like movie clips on DVDs. Maybe there’s a whole library in our head of scenes and people and the dreams draw on that. Or maybe there’s just a bas set of mythology, a certain pathway that the dream mind treads to convey whatever theme or worry we might be working out in our sleep. Maybe we all have an OS in our head with stock library of clipart that our mind can draw on when producing works of internal art.
Anyway, I think dreams are cool.
14/10 2016
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Today will be a good day. Let’s duet. We can’t do this alone.
15/10 2016
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Springtime for Yogi

15/10 2016
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goatlog

Also
“Privacy tip: How to choose who can see things that you post
Lasse, you recently shared a post to Public. We want to make sure you know that you can choose a different audience for every post. To learn how, take a look at Privacy Basics.
– The Facebook Privacy Team”

Oh good. The Privacy basics again. Sheesh.

15/10 2016
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Heading to bed. For a long sleep and far dreams. Unless this is the dream in which case … I feel like I really need to watch Inception soon.
15/10 2016.
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday, guys.

16/10 2016
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Sometimes when I sneeze I shake my heads afterwards, like a confused puppy that’s never sneezed before and doesn’t understand what just happened.
16/10 2016
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Here’s a picture of Mia, just Mia. No one else sneaking a peek in. All we can see is Mia, clearly no one is playing hide and seek here.

16/10 2016
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Oh, I forgot to mention this. It’s about a week or two ago now. I met the Crazy Chicken Guy. He used to come visiting the chickens at the playground. I hadn’t seen him in a long while, but he lives (or at least works) in my neighbourhood. He stopped me the other day and said “what happened at the playground, where are the goats?!”. Haha. I guess he hadn’t been there for a while and then he went to see the animals they were all gone and there was a building missing. So I had to tell him about the fire and how the animals were moved. Must have been quite a shock to him when he saw it all without knowing what had happened.
16/10 2016
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— And that’s the Facebooking. On to pictures.

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