I think my new catchphrase is going to be “That’s what’s so insane about this”. Even though it’s sad, it makes me laugh. That’s what’s so insane about this. Booyah.

The football did not agree with me today. Did not agree with me at all. Not only were my beloved Brøndby humiliated 0-3, but our players started punching eachother as well. We’re under the relegation line and we’re in-fighting. Things have pretty much gone to hell. Oh well. It’s only football, I say while calmly stroking my shotgun.

To calm myself further, I made a music video for one of my favourite songs of all time. http://youtube.com/watch?v=44iVMph44wQ. Be Mine by R.E.M.. I realize it’s not the most popular of their songs, but I have loved it from the first time I ever heard it. Some might say it drones on and on, I say it is beautiful. The lyrics are wonderful as well.

I’ll strip the world that you must live in of all its godforsaken greed

The video itself is me in silhouette. Swaying. If you get seasick easily then don’t watch it. Even if you don’t get seasick easily there’s still no point in watching really. But listen to the song, it’ll do you good.

You and me.

Notice the splotches on the walls. Should get ’em painted. Or hang up some paintings.

For those of you who don’t like the whole “music on youtube” thing, I bring you goats as well. I know you are all fans of the “goats on youtube” thing.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=jCQk9H7K1BI. Another video of Mads and the buck. Showing off how Mads is standing his ground firmly. There’s also some nice Plume/Mads bonding. And a butterfly flying by. I am a little worried about the buck, though. He seems to be contemplating living an “alternative lifestyle”, if you get my drift. And it obviously freaks Mads out a little. He has the cutest nervous baah ever.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=vFIUrmQYrlw. Magnethe and a stick. Nothing better than a goat munching, chewing, biting. I tried to get the bark off of a stick, but it would not really detach. So I just offered up the whole stick and let her do the work. Some people may say that a goat up close is not an attractive thing. But god I love that face.

My kitten reading has lead me to the discovery of the fact that apparently all kittens have blue eyes. And sometimes the colour will change. So I guess I shouldn’t fall too much in love with Luna Frodo’s wonderful blues. They might not last. She will still be the prettiest kitten in the world, though, no matter what colour her eyes end up.

I’ll be the drawing of your breath
I’ll be the cup if you should bleed
I’ll be the sky above the Ganges
I’ll be the vast and stormy sea
I’ll be the lights that guide you inland
I’ll be the visions you will see
Visions you will see

You and me. Be mine, kitten.

PS. Another one of my favourite songs is Idioteque. And one of my least favourite terrorist attacks is 9/11. http://youtube.com/watch?v=RGwZ932ZRsM. A chilling vision of things to come. Or to have passed. Your guess is as good as mine. Once humanity has erased itself, I hope the goats will take charge.

I went to town today. Bought myself a memory card for the new camera. Now I am all set.

Let’s take another eyesight test.

You see that bus in the distance? Far, far away?

18x zoom later and I’m all up in that ass. As the kids like to say. That’s good zooming. I have to learn how to keep my hand more steady when I zoom that much. It’s hard in the wind. The wind is blowing and blowing. Last night was crazy. Stormin’ norman. I should have worn earplugs. Didn’t sleep much. Consequently I have been tired all day and had trouble focusing. My eyes are old and rotten.

I forgot to mention that when I went home from dinner at me parents yesterday, my dad accompanied me and helped me carry some furniture:

Next to my comfy chair. What is that called, chest of drawers? It’s from my old room, I had my old telly standing on it. Now I have chocked some vhs tapes and stuff in it. It won’t be too long before my appartment is all neat and arranged and organized. I like lying in bed and being able to see the whole place. Apart from the entrance hall and the bathroom of course. But at night, with the streetlights and the moon bathing the place in a soft light, I can see it all from my bed and it’s a sweet sight to behold.

Boy am I tired and my head hurting. But at least my eyes can focus again. Long night, long day.

On the whole Groundhog Day controversy I have just one thing to say. Two words: Roger Ebert. “Phil is played by Bill Murray, and Murray is indispensable; before he makes the film wonderful, he does a more difficult thing, which is to make it bearable.” Okay? I think that settles it. You wouldn’t argue with Roger Ebert, now would you?

Incidentally, have you seen that clip of Siskel and Ebert arguing? Wow. Youtube is a source of neverending fear and fascination. Today’s musical finish includes lots of animals, in some way. http://youtube.com/watch?v=3WwkN_EUhJc. I love the harmonies, in later stages. Mew, my favourite Danish band. Not counting Tina, of course. There are also animals, of sorts, in 156. And fireflies in Am I Wry? No.

There are also animals in the new book I have started reading. Goats, even! I didn’t know that, so I was pleasantly surprised. It’s about an African girl who was kidnapped into slavery though, so it’s not exactly a cheerful book. But I’m still in the beginning where it’s quite lovely and sweet. And where there are several funny goat mentions. I am just happy to have gotten that unauthorised Gillian Anderson biography done. Ugh. Appaling. But I’m no quitter. I don’t leave the theater if the movie sucks. I grind on till the bitter end. I wanted to finish the book. But it was so bad that it made me not want to read. I can already feel, starting this new book, that I feel like reading much more again. Funny. I still have the cat books as well, of course. I should find some goat books, real goat books. Maybe I’ll make a goat library. Great goats in litterature, I’m sure there must be many.

Hmm, I guess the new book isn’t fiction actually. Since it’s a biography as well, more or less. Are biographies fiction? What do you call them? Faction? Anyway, by fiction I mean books I read for enjoyment not for “how to” like “how to have a cat and not ruin it”.

So anyway, that’s the end of that blog.

Happy weekendses, precioussses.