{"id":302,"date":"2006-05-02T20:59:28","date_gmt":"2006-05-02T19:59:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=302"},"modified":"2006-05-02T21:01:45","modified_gmt":"2006-05-02T20:01:45","slug":"a-shiny-new-donkey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=302","title":{"rendered":"A Shiny New Donkey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I received both good news and bad news today.<\/p>\n<p>The bad news first. I was going to buy a ticket for the Tina Dickow concert, you&#8217;ll remember. But the girl I was buying from can&#8217;t find the ticket. It&#8217;s gone. After reading her mail I closed down my yahoo mailbox and felt a little bad and then opened my hotmail box. There was a mail from Tina herself. Offering me a spot on the guestlist for the concert. So there you have the good news. I&#8217;m still waiting for a confirmation mail from her, but barring any unforseen circumstances I should be going to see her show tomorrow. Huzzah!<\/p>\n<p>Just another reason why she is the nicest singer in the world. A couple of you suggested that I should simply ask her if I could get tickets, but I just didn&#8217;t feel I could do that. She&#8217;s been a big part of my positive progress, but I am a tiny, little miniscule part of her life. And if every person who had some tiny connection to her started asking for tickets, well that wouldn&#8217;t be fun for her. I wouldn&#8217;t presume to deserving of any special favours. Especially since it was my own damn fault that I didn&#8217;t get tickets in the first place. But I am very thankful to have them now. I sent that poem\/lyric to her for the competition and I said that if I won I&#8217;d love tickets for the show tomorrow. That was the closest I could come to asking. Hinting that I needed tickets. And bless her, she was kind enough to let me in.<\/p>\n<p>There was a part of me that was happy that I wouldn&#8217;t be able to go. The social phobic part of me. The part that says &#8220;It&#8217;s better to stay home. Don&#8217;t challenge yourself. There will be too many people, you&#8217;ve never been to a concert in Musikhuset before. It&#8217;s all too dangerous. It&#8217;s better to spend the evening in front of the computer, nothing will happen to you there&#8221;. The part of me that I have to fight. The part that talks loudly whenever I have to do something new, something social. But I also know that there is virtually no chance of not enjoying myself at the show. I know I will be happy afterwards. And during. And I know that it will help make me stronger for the future, it will help quiet down that phobic voice. It&#8217;s important to do these things, and it&#8217;s fun.<\/p>\n<p>My mood is better, naturally. It also helped to see the goats again. I didn&#8217;t go over the weekend, and yesterday the playground was only open in the morning. When I was lying in bed and thinking of dying. What a silly way to spend the morning. Anyway, today I went up and had my fun with six little goat kids, three adults. And lambs. I have to get a good picture of Fine and Flotte. They are so funny-looking. Flotte practically has an afro. A tiny, white one. But an afro nonetheless. He looks a little like a silly, white Samuel L. Jackson. From some angles.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, half the kingdom to whoever invents a death ray that only kills spammers. And the other half to whoever brings me the head of Colonel Montoya.<\/p>\n<p>Hmm? What? Oh, and by that I mean, of course, &#8220;the end&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, that&#8217;ll do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I received both good news and bad news today. The bad news first. I was going to buy a ticket for the Tina Dickow concert, you&#8217;ll remember. But the girl I was buying from can&#8217;t find the ticket. It&#8217;s gone. 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