I am Plume’s total lack of surprise when things go wrong.

My new computer is sitting pretty. Pretty dead. The hard drive no longer wants to co-operate. I asked it to run Scandisk at boot, now it resets everytime Scandisk even starts. I can’t boot. Can’t do nothing. It is simply, I think, a faulty hard drive. And it makes me want to kill myself. Quite literally and seriously. But I guess it would be stupid to kill yourself over a computer. I guess. I even looked for rat poison in Favorit, figuring it would be the closest thing to poison I could get.

Fortunately they were all out of rat poison.

I spent some time with the goats. And that was really good. Some time away from the depressing thoughts. Some time spent in love and acceptance. I didn’t really feel like going, I felt like staying in bed all day. But as always I found I couldn’t resist. Maybe because I dreamt about Mads. It was a long and complicated dream, but the best part was when Mads suddenly came to me. I took that as a sign that I should go up to the goats.

There was more that I wanted to write about, but it will have to wait. I should go open my new computer up and see if there are any loose cables or anything else obviously wrong that I can fix with my hands and a screwdriver and some luck. Most likely there is not. I will email the place I bought it. And ask if I can’t just send them the hard drive and then they can send me a new one. Most likely they will say no. And I’ll have to pack up the whole computer in the giant box and send it to them. Much work and hassle and postage and waiting, waiting, waiting. So much for spending my vacation playing Oblivion. My old computer can’t handle that game. But oh well. At least I do have the old computer, at least I can still be online. It’s not all bad.

Gotta try to think of the good things. It could be worse. I could be a rat.

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Current music: Gorm I. Soerensen – Relics of the Past
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PS. Don’t worry about me.

Wow. If you thought it was hot yesterday, you should see today. Hot hot hot. My new, sexy computer has a thermometer display on the front. This morning it said 33 C. And that was after being turned off the whole night. Geez. When it gets over 25 C then I start getting uncomfortable. When it gets over 30 then I start feeling downright bad.

It was so hot today that I decided to stay indoors. I decided that it was too hot to even go see the goats. And an hour later I went to see the goats. Because that’s the kinda guy I am. Indecisive. No wait, I’m not. Well, I am when you think about it. Although not really. Maybe sometimes. It depends on how you define it, really.

When I got to the playground, the goats were already inside. They didn’t want to be outside anymore, said Per. I couldn’t blame them. It was a little cooler inside, away from the sunshine.

It still makes me a little sad when I see 3B and Vanilje alone, without Mathilde.

And Mads is still grounded.

Peeking through the hole. I gotta talk to them and see if I can’t get them to let him out. Poor guy, must have served his sentence by now. I can’t go in and sit with him when he’s in isolation. So he keeps looking through those holes and poking his nose in to see if I have treats for him. If any of the other goats get too close to the hole then he BANGS his horns against the walls. Maybe he hasn’t learnt his lesson after all. You can’t keep nature down.

One of my favourite things is when the goats come to me and sit down right next to me. It’s sweet, that they feel comfortable and secure enough with me to do that. Probably like sitting alone at a lunch table in High School and then some other kid comes and sits down at your table. Yay, I’m not alone! At least that’s what I imagine, in Danish schools we have lucnh in the class rooms. At least we did when I was a kid. Anyway, today Magnethe sat down on my legs! How fun. She just came over to me and sat down on top of my legs. Can’t have been a very comfortable position. Unfortunately she got up again a little later when I started rummaging around in my pocket to get my camera. I would have liked to have gotten a picture of it. It was almost as sweet and funny as Mads’s lapdog impersonation.

I did take this a little later:

So if you imagine that position. Her head sort of on my leg there. Then my other leg was straight under her belly. In the picture she’s just lying on the hay, but imagine my leg in there. Cute.

When they make a movie of my life, and you know it’s bound to happen, I hope they will call it The Goat Whisperer. Or maybe A Boy And His Goat. Or even better: How Plume Won A Million Dollars In The Lottery The Day After Making This Entry. That wouldn’t be bad.

Yup, Yup.

So, three day after my entry about the problem I had with my new computer I get the first google hit. “explorer hang up data execution prevention”. From a Finnish googler. I hope I was helpful.

It’s so hot… Did I mention that already? I need something to drink. How about lemonade? You want lemonade? How about this:

How’d you like them lemonades? I stumbled upon them while shopping in Favorit. Imported from Germany. Five (count them) litres per bottle. For real cheap too. And as old Plume readers might remember I have a drinking problem. I drink too much. And I especially have a soft spot for brightly coloured drinks. That orange lemonade there, that is good stuff. And on a day like this I just feel like chugging a whole bottle in one go.

Phew. It’s so hot that I have dropped all my clothes. Another benefit from being home alone. I can be nekkid.

I’ll leave you with that thought.

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Current Music: Gorillaz – White Light (051103)
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