PS. Do you know what’s great? As I said in my eljay, I love listening to the new 2006 Radiohead concerts. And when they play No Surprises. The lines “Bring down the government, they don’t, they don’t speak for us“. The crowd goes mad and everybody cheers wildly. That makes me happy. Lines from the past that suddenly take on a new and great meaning. Or well, it’s the same meaning I guess. Just more relevant than ever.

PPS. What also is great from 2006 concerts is Eels doing a 20+ minute version of Not Ready Yet. It’s completely amazing. And the lyrics are very relatively relating to me. See here:

There’s a world outside
and I know cause I’ve heard talk
in my sweetest dream
I would go out for a walk

But I dont think I’m ready yet
I’m not feeling up to it now
just not that steady yet

My social phobia in a box.
Do you remember the secret?
Don’t tell me how

Tonight is the Tina Dickow concert. I had almost decided not to go. Actually, I had decided not to go. It’s so damn hot, I’m so damn tired and there will be so damned many people. So I decided not to go. But now I have changed my mind. And I know that when I get there I will be glad I did. And I’ll enjoy the show, of that I have no doubt. I will be happy that I don’t let the social phobia and the tiredness control me.

Let’s just hope I don’t change my mind again. Some five hours before I go. I better stay out of the sunsine until then.

Blast this blasted heat.

We’re having visitors today. Two of my dad’s colleagues. One is gonna spend the night here. And tomorrow my dad’s brother comes. I am feeling worn down. All this heat. The tiredness. Mathilde being sold. My dad coming home. I am in need of some rest.

Natal is also gone from the playground now. I miss her already. She was the smallest one. And we all know that the smaller animals are, the cuter they are. Unless they’re like insects. But for mammals the rule applies. She is such a cute and affectionate little goat kid. The playground that bought her has got a great goat. And I will definitely have to go see her, I hope she’ll remember me just a little.

So now we’re down to two adults and three kids. It almost seems empty. A big change from having nine. From having six little kids running amok everywhere. But I’m still lucky to have those great goats in my life. I count my blessings.

Magnethe with Springbok. He’s so cute. He’s still making those “adult buck” noises every now and then. And it’s so adorable because he’s so small. 3B is bigger, but he’s not making those sounds. He is however starting to get a little hint of the buck smell. And also he loves head-butting. He butts everything and everyone. He used to go up against Mandela all the time. Now it’s Springbok he squares off with. They are competing to be the number 1 male. Of the kids. None of them dares to fight with Mads of course. He is the undisputed champion.

Is there anything cuter than a tiny animals acting like he’s a big animal? Well, maybe a big animal acting like he’s a tiny animal.

Oh the heat, the heat. One of my dad’s colleagues has arrived. And she mokes. Just what my head needs. After my group of inventors are finished with the shower dome I will make them invent a smoking bubble. And then I will buy myself into the presidency of the world and pass a law that requires all smokers to wear the bubble around their heads. That way they could get to enjoy the full force of the smoke and we non-smokers could get to not have cancer and headaches forced upon us.

No offence to any readers that might be smokers. I still love you. Hate the smoke, not the smoker.

Okay. I think I’m gonna grab myself an icecream and read my Mutts book. If I’m still alive tonight then I’ll go rock out with my Tina Dico out. And then I’ll tell you all about it. I might even take a picture or two. I’d never overdo it, not me.

Oh yes that reminds me. I have picked out the pictures I want to show at the playground. 251 pictures. Hah. I always overdo it. I’ll have to ask how many they think they want. No reason for me to get 200 printed if they only have room for 15. I’ll have to narrow down my selection quite a bit.

I have never actually had any of my photos properly printed. That will be kinda nice. And seeing them on the wall at the playground will be great.

Okay that’s it.

better go before my brain m
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When I am rich and famous I will commision a group of inventors to create some sort of shower dome. Like a cross between a shower and a bath tub. A place where you could spend the whole day when it is this hot. If you do that in a normal shower then you’ll run up a huge water bill. Plus it’s not very comfy. A tub is comfy, but again you will pump up the water bill if you keep the water running. In my bubble you would have the water cascading down on you. Not in a tight stream like a shower. No, generously scattered all over you. And the water would then run down some drains and through a filtering system to clean it up a little and then transported back to the top of the dome and so on, in a long cycle.

You could lie there or sit. And there would be accessories. Waterproof accessories. Waterproof TV. Waterproof computer. Waterproof books and magazines. Waterproof steak and vegetables. Waterproof icecream cones. Anything your heart could desire.

You wouldn’t have to fiddle with some knob to adjust the heat. It would be all digital. And the computer would remember your personal preferences. So when I went in there I’d say “Computer, the usual please” and it would use the appropriate settings. It would be able to recognise voices too. So if my supermodel wife went in there then it would optimize the system for her. And when my child progidy, little Plume Junior, comes home from his piano recital at the UN the system would make sure to have rubber duckies ready for him.

And you could sleep in there. Is it possible to sleep with water showering you? I have often wondered. But my shower is much too small for that. And if you go to sleep in a tub you’ll just drown. My dome would definitely be designed so you could sleep in it.

I would make a good Crazy Rich Guy. I already have a lot of the Crazy part down. I just need some monies. I don’t get why all the money goes to the hard-working people? They don’t enjoy it. They just work to make more. I think the money should go to people who know how to have fun. When I am rich and famous I will hand out money to lazy bums, to homeless people, to the unemployed, to the social phobic, to the handicapped. My only condition would be that they had to have fun with it. If society is going to break down then I hope it breaks down because people are too busy having fun, not because they are too busy working or because they invent robots that run amok or because North Korea fires long-range missiles at the US and everything explodes or because all the power runs out. It should break down because we are running through meadows and dancing in the sunshine and throwing snowballs at each other. (I figure we have obtained the power of climate control by then). And while the cities crumble we will be living in tents and teepees and we will stuff the fireplaces with old money notes that no longer represent any value beyond the sentimentality and memories of the old days.

And all the copyright lawyers will be burning in hell.

Amen.