Another quiet day today.

I went and said hello to the goats. They all got through the new year bombardment okay. Thankfully. It always worries me, that someone would burn down the buildings or throw fireworks in to the animals or something crazy like that.

But everything was just fine. Except that Mads was limping a bit on one of his hind legs. Jannie told me about it when we were there together, so it’s from before new year’s eve. Now that the playground is open again they can get it checked out if it doesn’t get better. It wasn’t affecting his mood, that’s for sure. He was running around fine and jumping up on the bench next to me. And butting away everyone else when I passed out nuts. So I’m sure it’s nothing serious. Maybe I should get him a cane and a top hat and.. no a top hat would be silly!

Good to see them again, the goats. They always make me very happy. Full of life and personality and cuteness. And nuts, now.

It’s 2008, and nothing to report.

Got through the night okay. The fireworks started dying out around 1.30 and from thereon out it was a pretty quiet night.

Would you like to see some fireworks? http://youtube.com/watch?v=N7ZS6fRar04. Nothing too interesting. Just the view from my appartment, mostly blocked by the next appartment block. And starting out with some curtains.

I think I would like fireworks more if people showed some restraint. I like the colourful explosions in the sky just fine. But when my appartment shakes like an earthquake because someone sets off a homemade bomb right outside, that’s not my idea of fun. And it’s like society in general. Everything has to be faster, louder, more aggressive. If Johnny Footballhero throws a stick of dynamite then you have to detonate a block of C4. To impress the girls. If Johnny Footballhero throws a firecracker at a kitten then you have to stuff a bottle rocket up the butt of a senior citizen. And every year we hear about people stashing tons of illegal fireworks in their own litlte appartments, pure coincidence that they don’t blow up an entire block. It’s not about having fun, it’s about how much damage you can do. At least to some people. Oh well. I guess I’m getting old. I don’t feel like running around and playing guns anymore. When I was a kid I got this plastic bazooka thing, I think it was Rambo inspired. It was a sort of pack, you had to unpack and put it together and then you had a big bazooka and you could point it at your friend who desperately tried to defend himself but he only had a wimpy finger to point at you, pretending it was a gun. Hah, that was no match for the BANG you yelled out as you blew him up with your superbazooka. Bazooka is a cool word. Anyway, my ambitions to blow stuff up has somehow waned over the years. I guess I don’t have a big career ahead of me in terrorism.

Hope everyone got through the night without injuries, mentally and physically. Now ahead for the new year.