I didn’t sleep too well last night.

But luckily that didn’t stop me from having a nice day. Despite the not-sleeping-well I still managed to get up early to wait for the mailman. I was expecting a package. And it came. My Seinfeld season 9 DVD box. I decided to spring for it since my economy should now be decent and all. So now I have all of Seinfeld on DVD, goody-goody.

Then I talked to my ex-visitation guy on the phone. I had promised to keep him up to dates about the retirement. He congratulated me on that. I also sent a mail out to Trine from TMU to let them know that it’s all set. Thanking them for the help. I couldn’t have done it without them.

Then I took a nice, long, warm shower. Then I ran off to the playground and had a jolly good time with the goats. A joy as always. The sun peeked out every once in a while. And it was warm and dry enough to sit down in the hay with them. Per and some interns were working outside so I even did a little human socializing. Very nice.

A little video? http://youtube.com/watch?v=WeGd0dA5Bbw. Me and Mads sitting in the hay. I love the way he’s rubbing his head around. And how he goes tired and sleepy in the end. You will also hear a guest appearance by Per. Saying that now that the buck is gone Mads can finally get to just sit down and relax again. And my reply that yes, now there’s peace again.

Just as I got home from the playground my dad stopped by with some papers. He had a cup of tea and we talked a bit about his childhood autograph collecting. That was nice to hear about. He has Dirch Passer and Ove Sprogøe’s autographs. Not that any of you guys know them!

Why don’t you read up on Ove Sprogøe and Dirch Passer if you want. Because I’m about done. A nice day all in all.

Also, practice your Danish with Dirch quitting smoking on youtube.

Or why not enjoy Sprogøe and Passer singing together?

And finally one for those of you who haven’t started learning Danish at all.

I’m not that much into the “classics” but boy, I think every single person in Denmark loves Dirch Passer. I think it’s fair to say he must be one of our most beloved entertainers ever. Up there with Victor Borge, although Borge was more internationally famous of course.

Now you see, we Danes are not a gloomy people. We’re full of laughs. At least when we’re not setting fires and fighting the cops.

It’s funny, looking back at the previous entry. How the first part is about humans. And the second part about goats. The first part about war and the second part about peace. It’s quite a cliché to say that animals are better than humans, but I know which of the two worlds I’d prefer to live in.

The unrest continues, apparently. I haven’t noticed it so much, mainly because I accidentally slept too much today. Earplugs are handy. My parents called me to ask if I was okay. They say I can always come home and sleep there for a night or two if I get scared. Nice of them, but I doubt it’ll get that bad. I hope not.

It’s strange to see your neighbourhood’s name on all the news channels. The busses have stopped going here, periodically. If the Tina Dickow concert had been tonight instead of last week, I might not have been able to get on a bus to go downtown. And you know those kids that starts fires? They don’t just start fires, they also wait for the firemen to come and then hurl rocks at them. That really sickens me. It’s one thing to throw rocks at the police. That’s not OK or anything, but you can sort of understand how the police can represent something bad to these screwballs. And the police sort of expect to be greeted with hostility from these groups. But firemen? People who come out here to put out the fires, people that risk their lives to save others without any kind of “police force” stigma attached to them. It’s horrible. And you know it means that at some point they’re going to have to make the same decision as the busses. “We can’t come to your neighbourhood and put out your fire, sorry”. Or at least they’ll have to wait around for a police escort before they come.

I am not always proud to be human.

No wonder the goats look down on us. Some might claim that the goats imagine that they’re better than us. But obviously it’s not just their imagination.

Crossing my fingers for a night without fires.