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Coffee + TV

2006-02-05T20:32:00.000+01:00

Ice age coming, ice age coming
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the..

Stepping away from the politics and the hatemongering for a minute. To catch up with loose ends from the playground. Videos and pictures.

I have mentioned a couple of times that the sound of goats baahing is sweet to my ears. So here are three videos of goats baahing.

There is a hatch so they can go in and out when they want. But around 30 minutes to an hour before it’s closing time the hatch is shut so they can’t go in. And then the playground staff will go in and clean up and put food down for the goats. And the goats are outside and they can hear the noises. And that’s when they always start baahing, because they want to go in and eat. That’s a good time for me to be there, it’s like a concerto in bleating minor. Especially Magnethe baahs a lot when she hears people inside.

Also a handfull of videos from inside. You can see the goats eating. I always find it funny to watch. You’ll see their head disappear in a bucket and then hear the munching sounds. Until they have to come up for air.

Sometimes they share a bucket too.

Although Mads will never share, of course. In the videos you can see him chase away Magnethe and Mathilde if he decides that he wants to have a go at their bucket. Then they’ll go to another bucket, and Mads will turn around and chase them away from there too. I think he finds it very hard to accept that all the food doesn’t belong to him. He is obviously the leader, he takes what he wants. But there’s always enough for everyone. Two buckets and a trough, plus hay. He can’t chase the others away from everywhere at once.

Also in one of the videos there you can see Magnethe and Mathilde go up against the door. Like Mads here:

I’m taking the picture from inside their pen. You can see how he goes up there, and his head is over the door. It always makes me smile when I walk inside and I see a goat’s head popping up like that.

I also made a video of the new lamb. A little cutie. And some pictures to go along…

The other new sheep hasn’t given birth yet. But it should happen any time now. Kurt told me on Thursday that he could feel it would be very soon. He said he was expecting it to happen Friday, and that it would be fun if I happened to be there for it. That would be something yes, but I guess it’s unlikely that the timing will work out. We’ll see.

Luis asked where the Prince and the twins had gone to. They have gone to Kurt’s home. He has a farm or something like it. They simply don’t have enough space at the playground to keep lots of the animals. So the sheeps sort of take turns I guess. It’s sad that they are gone yes. I still sort of miss Black and White, the two previous lambs. They were fun. But new lambs are nice too.

So I shall not complain. At least the Prince and the twins and their mothers are in a good place with lots of space and lots of other sheeps for company.

And I get a lovely new lamb to adore.

There’s something I hadn’t thought about though. The space issue. I wonder what will happen when Magnethe and Mathilde have kids. Assuming they have one each, that would make for five goats. I don’t think there will be room for that. Not if there will still be sheep. So some of the goats might have to leave. Mads should stay, he’s the only animal that the playground actually owns. The other animals belong to Kurt and he just loans them out to the playground. I imagine that there’s no way they’d split up the kids and their mothers. So it’s quite possible that either Magnethe or Mathilde will be leaving. That will break my tiny, little heart. I do remember when Magnethe was born that they talked about her replacing Mathilde. So I think Mathilde might leave. She’ll probably be retired to the farm. If that does happen then I will miss her so much. I am still amazed at how she has grown. From such a shy and withdrawn goat to a confident and happy one. When I first met her she would run away from people. Now she runs up to them. I would hate to see her leave. But let’s not get sad about that yet. Who knows, maybe they’ll build a new house or something. The goats share a house with sheep and rabbits, maybe the rabbits can be moved somewhere else and the goats can have extra space. Yes. And anyway, kids are really tiny. They wouldn’t need much space. And if everything else fails then Mathilde can just go and live in my house, yes she can.

I don’t want any of them to go of course. They are very special to me.

Very special indeed.

In other news, I’m thinking about buying a new monitor. A 19 inch flatscreen. Instead of the 15 inch one I have now. That would be a good upgrade. And I’d get a cheap one, nothing fancy. I haven’t decided yet though. Will the joy of a giant flatscreen outweigh the guilt of spending cash on comics and computers? I should save up and save the world, or something equally noble.

Finally, I got a comment on my Fogh collage.

What’s so slimy about a guy who defends freedom of speech?
Wake up and smell the coffee.

I am not sure I should dignify that with an answer. But let me just say, I have smelled the coffee. And it ain’t smelling good. There’s something rotten in the state of Denmark, and it just might be Gevalia.

So there.

We’re not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening
We’re not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening

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3 Responses to “Coffee + TV”

Katherine Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 22:05 e
Not sure which “guy” your commenter is referring to, but if it’s Bush, he’s eroding civil liberties in the US. He’s engaged in illegal spying of US citizens. He’s trying to destroy the teaching of science in schools and instead encouraging the teaching of intelligent design – godspeak. He runs around shouting about liberty for the Iraqis and at home he’s a fascist. Go figure. My psychiatrist once said that 98% of the human race is stupid. I thought he was joking, but you look at who people vote for, who they follow, who they support, whether it’s Osama or these cretins running governments in the “free” world and he’s right.
Peter Says:
February 8th, 2006 at 9:31 e
The comment was about Anders Fogh Rasmussen. I don’t think it’s fair or relevant for that matter, to make a side-by-side comparison with Gollum after he’s been standing up to fundamentalists by not willing to offer an apology for what some newspaper in Denmark is fully entitled to do, since we live in a democracy with freedom of speech. What the newspaper has done is not very wise, but it doesn’t change the fact that they have the right to do if they want to and that they should not be controlled by some islamists in Arab countries that has never seen democracy and where the media is controlled 100% by the government (i.e. Iran).

Plume is entitled to his opinion that the Danish PM looks like Gollum, but I don’t think now is the time to publish such a cartoon on “Plume”. In fact I’ll now throw a Jihad on him.

And now we’re talking about Lord of the Rings. Plume kinda looks like the fat hobbit from there.
Milla Says:
February 12th, 2006 at 12:32 e
I believe that with the freedom of speech also comes the responsibility to use it wisely… sadly, this is not the case.

Suicidal Fish #16

2006-02-05T16:57:00.000+01:00

(Click to see full version)
Past ones.
PS. I still love Mutts.

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One Response to “Suicidal Fish #16”

Milla Says:
February 9th, 2006 at 23:18 e
hehe :) makes me wanna hug the suicidalfishy… :)

Satired (Fogh + Gollum = Fogullom)

2006-02-04T21:25:00.000+01:00

Denmark’s embassy in Syria was, apparently, burnt to the ground. It’s a little odd to see Denmark on CNN and BBC and every other channel in the world. We’re a tiny, little unassuming country. It’s somehow funny that we can inspire such hatred and conflict.

But then it’s not funny of course.

Yesterday I called our prime minister “slimy”. I really think he is. And not just because I don’t agree with his politics. He reminds me a little of Gollum. Here, I’ll show you:

Can you see the resemblance? If not Gollum, then at least the later-stage Smeagol. Corrupted and blinded by the ring. The ring being a metaphor for political power, in this particular story.

I hope I don’t get in trouble for making that picture. But at least I don’t have a flag they can burn or an embassy they can torch. I am only using my freedom of speech.

While looking for pictures to make that collage I happened upon this one too:

*shudder*

That is one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. Saruman and Sauron.

“Saruman used the palantir of Orthanc, and was trapped by Sauron, after which, though he thought himself to be free, he was controlled by the Dark Tower”. Yup, that sounds about right.

It’s a crazy world. I think I need a dosage of Magnethe to calm me down.

That’s better.

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3 Responses to “Satired (Fogh + Gollum = Fogullom)”

Milla Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 0:36 e
Oh, Magnethe does have that healing gaze :) sooo shweet!
Plume, thanks to you I now know of the muttcomics and they really bring good vibes into my days. I lava them like a vulcano. thank u :) heh :)

sorry to hear about the embassy. to me politics always rhymed with shmolitics and come to think of it, I like shmolitics better. hope that made any sense ;)

huggs
Katherine Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 3:18 e
Magnethe for Prez! Mathilde for Foreign Affairs, and Mads for Homeland Security!

Do you notice how alike these Bush loving leader are, physically? Tony Blair could be your Prime Minister’s first cousin. I love Jon Stewart’s imitation of President Bush…it makes me laugh out loud. It is very sad that Denmark’s embassy burned to the ground. The Canadian embassy might not be far behind now that we have a Bush loving Prime Minister in office, too. Maybe it’s a plot by the Cylons. (Battlestar Gallactica fan here!)

I’m surprised terrorists hate Bush because he’s got way more in common with them than us common peaceloving folk do.
Peter Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 19:48 e
What’s so slimy about a guy who defends freedom of speech?

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Between Light And Nowhere

2006-02-03T21:48:00.000+01:00

A new diamond sparkles, a new lamb at the playground.

I don’t think it has a name yet.

I wonder if it’s possible for a lamb to not be cute. Somehow I doubt it. All the little lambs I have ever seen have been wonderfully adorable.

That’s the mother. And there’s another new sheep at the playground, she was scheduled to give birth today.

So next time I go there might be more lambs. But I am not greedy, even one is great.

The downside is that the Prince and the twins have left. And so the seasons pass, we say hello and goodbye. For everyone that leaves us, new ones will take their place. Flowers will grow from the corpses.

A little sweetie. I look forward to getting to know him/her better.

Yesterday I talked to Bodil. That is the name of the old lady I sometimes see at the playground. She is nice, and good to talk to. She remembers my name, because she once had a dog called Lasse too. Now she has a dog called Lulu.

That is Lulu. It’s a bad picture, but you get the idea. A cute, tiny thing. I can tell that Bodil is very proud of her. She likes to talk about the race, which I have forgotten the name of. But how they are dogs of emperors and such.

I have been feeling sick. My body sore, and then my stomach started acting up. And tired, very tired. I did go to the playground today. There was an incident though. Mads almost knocked me out. He head-butted me right in the face. Luckily my glasses survived. It hurt like hell though. I am not a goat, I don’t have solid horns to take the blow. Ouch. It also wounded my pride a little. It was probably just the shock from the blow. But I started feeling sad. Self pity. “Oh even the goats don’t like me”. I know that’s silly, it’s not like Mads did it on purpose, and certainly not with any sort of malicious motive. My self esteem is just a little fragile. All it takes to blow it is a knock on the head, it seems. I actually cried a little. Sitting on the bench. Mads was being quite affectionate afterwards. I’d like to think that it was his way of saying sorry and trying to cheer me up. A typical trait of humans, to project human emotions on to (or should that be in to, or something else?) animals.

I didn’t stay sad for too long, it’s hard to stay sad when you have three wonderful goats around you.

Just looking at that face always makes me smile. My Magnethe. She has a little wound on her back. I went and told Per about it. It’s probably nothing. But it did look a little odd, not like cut or a bite or so. And a little bald spot around it. Very small though, and the surrounding fur would cover it. So you’d only notice it if you sat like some crazy person and scratched and nuzzled her for hours. I found it like that, by accident, and she freaked out. She did not like to be touched there. I had a hard time holding her still when I wanted to examine her to see what it was I had found. Poor girl. But I’m sure it’s nothing yes, I just wanted the playground people to know about it.

In other news: I have discovered Antony and the Johnsons. And fallen instantly in love. Hope There’s Someone is just about the most beautiful song I have heard in a long, long while.

Hope there’s someone who’ll take care of me
When I die
Will I go?

Hope there’s someone who’ll set my heart free
Nice to hold
When I’m tired

It makes me cry, like a goat’s butt on the head.

Speaking of music, the pumpkins revival continues. Maybe I will get to see them live some day after all. I can but hope.

News that I’m ignoring: The whole Jyllands Posten deal with the drawings of Mohammad. That situation is just completely grotesque. Burning the Danish flag? Wouldn’t it be something if World War III got started over some Drawings in a Danish newspaper? You’d never see animals start a worldwide war.

Flag burning, boycot, fatwa. And then our slimy prime minister on Arabic television. The whole thing is absurd. I wonder what the gods are thinking?

Okay, I’m ignoring it from now.

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5 Responses to “Between Light And Nowhere”

Desiree Says:
February 3rd, 2006 at 23:16 e
I had a dog called Lasse too, when I was a little girl. Now, I’m expecting a little girl, and her dog is called Angel. I’m trying hard also to ignore the news at the moment, cos it saddens me no end that my little girl will be born into a world so full of ignorance and misplaced anger. I just want her to be happy and live in a world where people aren’t always arguing. But I guess that’s too much to ask. But at least she’s got a guardian Angel;)
Anne Says:
February 3rd, 2006 at 23:29 e
Det er en pekingeser, tidligere tempelhund i Kina, mens vi andre rodede med stenøkser. Forøvrigt en fætter til min moppe, Thor. Kun kejserens familie måtte ha’ pekingesere – andre fine folk måtte nøjes med mopper. Og Mads hakkede dig, fordi han tror, du er ved at overtage legen. Så’n er drenge. Og han har ikke ment noget ondt med det – det gør dyr nemlig ikke, og derfor er de på en række punkter bedre end vi dyr, som tror, vi kan tænke. Og så få en læge til at se på den mave – det er for tid, den te’r sig.
Christina Says:
February 4th, 2006 at 8:43 e
Hehehe,.. slimy primeminister. Den var god ;)
Lindsay Says:
February 4th, 2006 at 19:35 e
The new mother sheep has the same skinny face as her baby. I didn’t know family resemblance held that much in animals, although I suppose it makes perfect sense.
Milla Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 0:42 e
newbies! fun :)))
my friend is a big fan of Antony and the Johnsons, he wanted to lend me their cd, but then I forgot to remind him. the next time I see him I’ll be like ‘remeber that cd u wanted to lend me. well, I want it now!’ ok ok, maybe I’ll say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ first. maybe ;)

Gold Medals

2006-02-01T21:28:00.000+01:00

My body feels like it has passed through a meat grinder. And then passed through it again. And then somebody jumped on whatever is left. But don’t worry, the Olympics are several months away. I will be in better shape by then.

Remember the ice? The ice diamonds and the ice layer on the snow with the funny goat walking? Videos here

And closeup of Magnethe. She has grown so big. I remember when I could pick her up and hold her. I’d break my back if I tried to do that today. Objectively maybe she isn’t as gorgeous as she was when she was a kid, but I still think she’s the loveliest thing in the world.

And finally me falling in the mud. D’oh! I should learn from the goats, stay away from the mud.

Achy, breaky heart.

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Milla Says:
February 5th, 2006 at 14:04 e
shweet :)))

Don Rosa Is Comin’ Like A Troll Snort To Norway

2006-01-31T21:36:00.000+01:00

Then one foggy ~~christmas~~ winter morning…

Yesterday morning, lost in the bog. Sorry, in the fog.

Today I had a bad morning. I woke up from a sad dream that almost made me cry. I looked at the alarm clock, 4 minutes till I had to get up. My body was aching and all I wanted to do was to sleep, sleep, sleep. A miracle that I managed to drag myself to work.

On my way home from work I walked by that comic book store I mentioned. Komics. What did they have on display in the window? A Don Rosa Hall of Fame book. I took that as a sign from above, went in and bought it. So now I can get a fix of Don Rosa.

You all know who Don Rosa is, right? He is a duck drawer. Donald Duck. Or if you’re American, $crooge McDuck. I think. Anyway, he’s the best Duck artist in my opinion. Better than Carl Barks, although I might get lynched for saying so. When I grew too adult to read the weekly Donald Duck magazine I still kept the issues with Don Rosa stories. They are still worth a read, even when you get too old to have fun.

Duckburg, about Don Rosa.

So there.

I found something odd in my sitemeter yesterday. http://whomas.dk/?p=5. It’s a guy asking for opinions on what he should write about in his blog to get more visitors. Look at the comments. There’s one by me, apparently. Only I didn’t leave it. The comment says “Try looking at my blog for inspiration” and then there’s a link to my blog. I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave that comment. Unless I blacked out or something. At first I thought it was someone trying to frame me for spamming. There are spammers doing that in many blogs, leaving spam and then pretending to be other bloggers. So I thought maybe I was the victim of something like that. But then I realized that the comment there isn’t spam, it’s actually just helpful. And the owner of the blog thanks for the comment too. So no harm, no foul. I just wonder why someone would sign with my name? They could have just left their own name and said “look at Plume’s blog here”. If anyone can shed some light on it, please do.

Anne, I don’t know why you have trouble with leaving long comments. I did a test with a really long comment and it worked fine. Odd. You can always use the guestbook if everything else fails. I still check it, if for nothing else then to clear out the daily spam.

Milla, that thing on the wall in the goat’s pen isn’t toilet paper, it’s a salt lick thing. Haha, I can see that it sort of looks like a roll of toilet paper, though.

It was a mild day today. I didn’t even need my gloves and scarf. The sound of melting snow and ice. The frost will be back though, minus 10 degrees in the weekend apparently.

And I don’t mind.

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5 Responses to “Don Rosa Is Comin’ Like A Troll Snort To Norway”

Crystal Dawn Says:
February 1st, 2006 at 3:57 e
I’ve really enjoyed reading your winter thoughts and seeing your horses, billy goats and cats! You made me feel as if I could leave the cities of the United States and relax in the warmth of your culture, no matter how cold that snow gets! Keep writing!
Katherine Says:
February 1st, 2006 at 4:03 e
Blogspot has a feature its using to prevent blog spammers.You have to type in a series of letters or letters and numbers before each entry is posted. I asked them to relieve me of that burden, which they did, but I guess spammers are now using blogs to spam. I guess, like the natural world, the virtual one has its parasites and creepy crawlers. Will spam ever die?
Milla Says:
February 1st, 2006 at 20:15 e
Thanks for clearing that up for me Plume :))) I checked the weather and we’re in for a cold weekend, but I don’t mind either, cause I also love the feeling of winter wonderland around. I just wish there was more snow. I remember, when it first started snowing this winter, a snowflake of a perfect shape landed on my coat. I probably looked like crazy, because i started nervously searching for my phone and shaking my bag, cause I wanted a pic of it to remember. Too bad they melt so fast… :)

lmNOp to spammers!
Crystal Dawn Says:
February 20th, 2006 at 19:10 e
Are you calling my comment spam? Sorry… Don’t worry. I won’t comment or read your blog again. I see the weather isn’t the only cold aspect of your blog!
Plume Says:
February 20th, 2006 at 20:18 e
Who has called your comment spam? I think you must have misunderstood something…

In A Winter Wonderland

2006-01-29T20:40:00.000+01:00

Alritey then. Picture time.

First off we have a little funny scene from Friday.

I was watching the goats eat. Marvelling at how they can get through a bucket of chow in no time. Mathilde literally buried her head in a bucket and ate and ate. And somehow she managed to get the handle of the bucket around her neck. So when she lifted her head up, the bucket was hanging around her neck almost like a necklace.

Hah. There Magnethe is trying to get her face into the bucket too.

She didn’t seem to mind too much, Mathilde. Eventually I got her to come over to me and got the bucket off her. Fun stuff.

Yesterday I got to feed the goats. Officially, I mean. Jannie and her family was there, feeding all the animals. I went into the goats’ pen and stayed with them for a while. And then when Jannie came with their food she asked if I wanted to feed them. So I did. It’s not like it’s a big task. She handed me a bucket of goat food mixture and I distributed into the buckets in the pen. Of course the goats don’t want to wait till the food is in their appropriate buckets, they want to eat it immediately, out of the bucket in your hand. But I managed to do it. And it was nice, helping out like that. I also hand fed them a bit. Picked up a handfull from a bucket and then let them eat it out of my hand. Funny, they can eat down a whole handfull without stopping to breathe.

A good time. And then I went for a walk in the park. A beautiful winter day. Foggy and frozen.

I took pictures, of course. I am quite happy with them. I’m not saying they’re great or anything. But I love the winter and these capture the mood of my walk quite nicely I think.

When it’s summer I will look at these pictures and sigh to myself.

Few more pictures. Remember that you can click on them if you want to see full size versions.

A tree at the church.

And a duck at the playground. It always sits in that spot, on the fence.

And a couple more snowscenes:

There. All done.

I am currently considering whether I should buy the Don Rosa Hall of Fame books. I said the other day that I wanted to dig my old Don Rosa comics out, but I can’t find them. I think I might have thrown them out when I was young and stupid. I could buy the Hall of Fame books, but there are 3 volumes already. It would be something like 600 kroners. With more volumes in the future. That’s a lot of money for comics. Still, I love Don Rosa’s stories. I don’t know. There’s a comicbook store right next to my workplace. Maybe I’ll stop in there, I think they have used books too. Maybe I can find a good deal.

That’s all folks. I would appreciate it if one or two of you out there would try to leave a comment on the entry, just so I can see that it’s all working with the spam filter and such.

Thank you.

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9 Responses to “In A Winter Wonderland”

jeanine Says:
January 29th, 2006 at 22:59 e
wow. ASTONISHING PICTURES!! beautiful! it looks like you went on the set of the lion, the witch and the warbrode to take pictures.

Hey, I don’t know if you still collect postcards. We exchanged postcards a while back. I have a pseudonym: harriet m. welsch. I’m not sure if I used that name or my real name. hmp. anyway, would you like to receive another postcard? if so, email me your address :)
Valja Says:
January 29th, 2006 at 23:17 e
Here’s your comment — lovely pics! Hope you get to enjoy more picturesque walks in the snow. It only snowed here for a few minutes on Friday and I was in my room so I missed it …. oh well.
Milla Says:
January 30th, 2006 at 14:26 e
Hello ;) the pictures were awesome! some of them with Magnethe and the bucket were hillarious :D she’s very cute. hmmm, the duck might be frozen to that place, maybe someone should check on her. but it’s more likely that she simply enjoys that place :D

ok, gotta run. have a great monday ;)
Milla Says:
January 30th, 2006 at 14:27 e
oops, pardon, Mathilde! so good she can’t read :) shame on me.
Milla Says:
January 30th, 2006 at 14:31 e
p.s. is that toilet paper hanging in the backround? cool :D

ok, this time I’m really out ;)
hanne Says:
January 30th, 2006 at 21:00 e
hey can we talk some time soon? :)
but, not on tuesdays or thursdays
working too much, sorry!
Anne Says:
January 31st, 2006 at 1:31 e
Det er åbenbart kun, når jeg skriver langt, det går galt.
Katherine Says:
January 31st, 2006 at 8:05 e
I really envy you your winter. Those photos are like a dreamscape. Such pretty muted colours. It almost looks warm, not cold. It’s been pouring down rain here every day for two months. Yuck. I miss snow but you can’t make it snow in a rainforest.

It seems like you’re having a really great winter this year, eh? Usually the snow melts quickly doesn’t it?

I love the photos of Mathilde in bucket heaven. Yes, funny how animals big and small love buckets as long as they have food. Magnethe is looking HUGE, as big as her mom. I guess she’s all grown up now physically but she’ll always be the baby.

“Funny, they can eat down a whole handfull without stopping to breathe.” Reminds me of how Tina INHALED the food I brough her. She could put a whole anything in her mouth and make it disappear in five seconds. Good thing elephants aren’t carnivores or we’d be toast!
Plume at work dot com Says:
January 31st, 2006 at 9:14 e
THis is a test I am testing to test the tested testingness wouldn’t you like to know what I’m testing? There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow is pretty and I like the feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
girls are pretty and so are goats, altohugh in very different ways and why save electricity? There’s lost tomorrow I am lost without lost oh I am tired I am testing.
snow is pretty and I like the feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
girls are pretty and so are goats, altohugh There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow is pretty and I like the feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
so are goats, altohugh There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow is pretty and I like the feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
so are goats, altohugh There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow is pretty
is pretty and I like the feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
so are goats, altohugh There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow is
feeling of cold crisp air I want to go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
go home I had a dreamt hat made me cry if you cery for me argentineeeeaaaaaaa
so are goats, altohugh There is much to test I will copy paste too so don’t be confused I like snow, snow

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2006-01-28T14:55:00.000+01:00

I have been getting enormous amounts of spam. So I tried fiddling with a spam filter. It worked so well that all comments where denied, whether they were spam or not. So if you have left a comment in the blog the last day or two it has probably been swallowed whole and is gone. Without me getting to read it, sniffle. The filter oughta be working now though (Thanks for the help Maria), so feel free to leave me loads of comments.

I have had a nice day today. Frost and fog and animals. I will write about it tonight, or possibly tomorrow. I have a lot of pictures to process, it might take a while. But at least you have something to look forward to.

Oh by the way, if any of you happen to see Moomincat out on some great adventure, could you tell him to stop by my house again soon? I miss him terribly.

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2 Responses to “Service Announcement”

Plume Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 15:01 e
Bloody good job old chap
Plume Says:
January 29th, 2006 at 9:24 e
cough

Axel F Theme

2006-01-27T21:27:00.000+01:00

Someone likes the snow. No, I’m not talking about Plume. I’m talking about Sine, the horse.

She was rolling back and forth in the snow, but of course she decided to get up when I went over to take pictures. So I only managed a few quick, random shots. Still fun though.

Lovely girl.

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7 Responses to “Axel F Theme”

Anne Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 0:15 e
Jeg ville kun sige, at ungdomsbilledet af mumikatten næsten helt afslører, at det er en han. Og så er jeg enig med mange af dine andre læsere, og forøvrigt skal Magnethe måske ha’ små til foråret, så…Det kan også være manglen på lys, så ud i vejret.
Anne Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 0:16 e
Jeg ville kun sige, at ungdomsbilledet af mumikatten næsten helt afslører, at det er en han. Og så er jeg enig med mange af dine andre læsere, og forøvrigt skal Magnethe måske ha’ små til foråret, så…Det kan også være manglen på lys, så ud i vejret.
Anne Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 0:16 e
Jeg ville kun sige, at ungdomsbilledet af mumikatten næsten helt afslører, at det er en han. Og så er jeg enig med mange af dine andre læsere, og forøvrigt skal Magnethe måske ha’ små til foråret, så…Det kan også være manglen på lys, så ud i vejret.
Emma Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 11:32 e
oooh, a fjordhorse.. my favourite. so beautiful!!
Milla Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 11:55 e
What a cutie! Moments like these always remind me of the funny dog from K-9 rolling around on the grass to the ‘I feel goooood’ tunes :)
Milla Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 11:57 e
What a cutie! Moments like thses remind me of the funny dog from K-9, when he was rolling on the grass to the ‘I feel goooood’ tunes :)

Lovely indeed :)))
Milla Says:
January 30th, 2006 at 14:29 e
the horsy is a cutie pie :))) reminds me of the moments from K-9 movie, where the dog was rolling on the grass to the ‘I feel good’ tunes :) lovely!

Snow Brigade

2006-01-25T21:12:00.000+01:00

Twas a cold and grey morning today. The snow falling. City lights and headlights. People wrapped up in big, warm clothes.

I love walking in the snow. I had Mew’s Snow Brigade playing on the MP3 player. I would say it was a great coincidence, but I purposely set it to play that song. Sometimes you have to take destiny into your own hands.

Work was… different. Sanne was back from being sick. She picked the wrong day to come back. Everything was down. Internet, intranet, printer. Nothing worked. I needed to burn the files for our monthly poster on a CD, but you might remember that I switched computers? There’s no CD burner in the computer I have now. And since the entire network was down I couldn’t move the files to another computer.

Anders slept in, Søren, Ole and Kenneth were sick. Sanne still half-sick, and me tired. Sanne had to call Kenneth to work, he’s the computer techie. So he came to work sick and ran around trying to get things to work.

I twiddled my thumb for a while.

Watched Plume videos.

Watched the snow falling.

Eventually the office network came back and I moved the files and burnt them and then I went out in the snow to deliver the CD to the graphics place, where they print our posters.

After work I went to the playground and had fun with the goats. Katherine, you really hit the nail on the head with your description of Magnethe wondering why I didn’t come anymore. Aw that darn near broke my heart. Good guilt trip! Thank you guys, for being there and for listening.

Tonight I’m going to go to bed with a moomintroll book and a cup of warm chicken soup. With the window open and the coldness of winter in the air. That is one of my favourite places to be, under a warm blanket in a cold room with the snow outside.

In other news: Tina Dickow’s In The Red was realeased today in America. Great music from a great girl. The album just went gold in Denmark and also she was nominated for three Danish Music Awards (the Danish Grammies). So check it out now, funk soul brother. As it says on her site, the title track of the album is Free Download Of The Week on iTunes, so give that a try if you’re connected.

And that’s the end of that one.

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Anne Says:
January 27th, 2006 at 13:56 e
Dette er en prøve – du hører mere, hvis den virker.

Diamonds + Pearls

2006-01-23T21:19:00.000+01:00

What a beautiful day. Lots of snow on the ground. The sun shining almost all day. Cold and beautiful.

And the ice. Remember a couple of nights ago there was a big storm and the next day ice was falling everywhere? From trees and windows and walls and doors and fences and bushes. Crashing ice. And today the ice was still there. Like a million diamonds sparkling in the sunshine. Lying in the snow. Absolutely beautiful. I don’t remember seeing anything like it before, not in recent times when I would have appreciated it anyway.

I have taken pictures. They don’t really do it justice, but you can get an idea.

I know we humans need the sunshine, but to me there is no season as beautiful as winter.

And when you have snow + sun then it’s just perfect.

I’m feeling better. It was good to get out and about. I have missed three days of work and then it’s been weekend. I have been a little sick and a lot depressed. Being shut inside doesn’t help. It got worst on Saturday when I started reading the alt.suicide.methods newsgroup. And then researched hypothermia. Dying in the snow always seemed romantic to me. And right now would be the time, last night it was -16 degrees. And I just heard on the news that hundreds of people have died in the winter here in Europe. The massive cold. Of course those are mostly old and frail people, not people with corpular insulation like mine.

It’s hard to write about, because I don’t want to sound completely pathetic. I am not fishing for pity and I am not needing to be talked off the ledge. But on the other hand it is serious because I was seriously thinking about it and looking at methods. And I want to be open about it. That’s the best way to deal with it I guess, not locking it inside.

When I think about suicide I always end up thinking about what I would write here. Not what I would write in a letter to my family, no what I would write in my blog. What does that say about my life?

Well, at least it says that I know some wonderful people online, people that I don’t want to hurt or let down. And that’s a good thing.

Suicide isn’t as easy as you’d think, thank god. Or maybe it’s just that I still have a will to live.

Let’s not be depressed. It was good to get out. Catch up on overdue work. And back to the playground. Because of the snowstorming and the depression I hadn’t seen the goats since Thursday. Much too long.

I still know how to smile.¨And Mads still knows how to look devilish.

Sometimes he just stares off into the distance. I like that. I wonder what goes on in his head.

Beautiful Magnethe in the beautiful snow.

The snow is hard. There’s a top layer of almost ice. Not watery ice, like the diamonds. But snow that’s frozen solid. It makes it hard to walk around in it. Not least for the animals. The goats had kept to the sides of their fold, so the center was untouched snow. I walked around in it a little, and the goats followed me. When they stepped on the snow they would break through the solid top layer. Hard for them to walk like that, staggering forward, every step crunching through the ice. Extremely cute to watch too though. A little like Bambi on ice, only their legs punching through the ice instead of sliding around.

I went and got a blanket in the rabbit house. Per had told me that I could use it when I wanted. Handy. The bench had a big layer of snow and the ice on top. So I had to clear out a spot for me. And then Mads of course jumped up next to me, ice and snow flying everywhere.

It’s not all so bad. It’s only in my head.

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4 Responses to “Diamonds + Pearls”

Maile Says:
January 24th, 2006 at 0:49 e
it took me a long time to realize that life is worth living. and even now i wonder sometimes. i have researched methods and such too. and that’s always not a good sign. but at the same time. it’s better to fantasize about it than to actually do it. hang in there. there are many beautiful things in the world worth seeing and experiencing. like snowstorms and pretty girls and rainbows and goats and moomincats. sometimes i get into a funk. i’m pretty funky right now actually, and it’s probably time for me to start looking for a new therapist. so i’m going to have to do that. put your courage in the sticking place. love ya!
Milla Says:
January 24th, 2006 at 18:35 e
Hi there Plume. Been there, done that too. But in the end, the thought that always helped me to hang in there was that, for one reason or the other, this stuff is kinda selfish. I didn’t give myself life, so to take it isn’t in my competence either. Plus, there are a lot of people out there, who care for your well-being. It’s a great thing that you let us share this period of your life & I believe I could have been a lot better off if I wasn’t afraid of talking about it openly. There isn’t a single human being on this planet that hasn’t thought about disappearing at one or another stage in their lives, and of that i’m sure. And what helped them get through these rough periods was… hope & the will to live. And you’ve got that in you Plume, I know you do. Remember, time is a healer and as Maile mentioned, too many beautiful things are around & there are still lots of them to see. I think that consulting your therapist (I like to call mine ‘the wizard of Oz’ :) could be a good idea at this time. Just tell me if you need a good kick in the behind to do that, I’m always there at your service ;) I’m going to my therapist next week, because right now I’m kinda confused of which road to take in my relationships with people & studies. She’s like my personal coach of the inside & I really hope she can give me some good advice. Hey, if I don’t give that lady a visit, I’ll never know.

Amigo, I hope I didn’t sound like a moralising old lady, but remember, I’m here for leaving long & friendly comments ;)

p.s. the pics are magnificent!

p.p.s. hugs n kisses

Mills
Milla Says:
January 24th, 2006 at 18:36 e
oh, and…

p.p.p.s. Maile, good luck! :)
Debbie Says:
January 28th, 2006 at 5:29 e
Plume I found your website thru bbbbbbbbbbabyannnimals. I’d written in your journal before or I left some sort of note. I am writing you to tell you about my heartbreak that my 14 yr old son left me with after he hung himself. No – I am not talking you off the ledge there are times when I would join you on that ledge, but just to hold you and tell you the hurt I have gone through for 3 yrs since he has been gone. You remind me alot of him with your ruddy cheeks. Your journal is fabulous and being from New Mexico it is just amazing I love your diamonds and pearls pictures. I have cried every day for 3 years for my son. I don’t know why I’m writing this maybe just to say if you were to complete sucide I would miss your lovely journal thats all. A friend in New Mexico

Happy Thoughts And Jellybeans

2006-01-22T20:27:00.000+01:00

Sneen falder så sagte.

I haven’t seen Moomincat but…

I have a feeling he’s been around.

I feel like digging out my old collection of Don Rosa comics. I’m sure I still have them somewhere, probably in the bottom drawer in my room. Like many other of my possessions they are old and falling apart, but also full of good memories. I think I might be addicted to nostalgia.

Meanwhile…

Det eneste hun ville var
at danse bare en enkelt nat
drømme uden at vågne op igen

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Geronimo Jackson And Zeeke’s Shotgun Wedding

2006-01-20T21:52:00.000+01:00

The sound of falling snow.

Or rather, the sound of falling ice. All day. It sounds like the world is falling apart. Last night there was a big storm. Everything was covered by ice. Literally big chunks of ice on the walls and doors and windows and everywhere. And then daylight came and all the ice is falling. Falling from everywhere. From trees and rooftops and fences. Falling from the sky down on the snow on the ground. Only the top of the snow has frozen almost to ice as well. So ice falling on ice. All day. I was lying in bed, trying to sleep. And it sounded like people running outside. Chunks of ice falling on snow and ice, like loud footsteps.

And powerful winds. Blowing the snow around. I think it’s raining now. Frightful weather. I hope the snow won’t be completely washed away. I didn’t go out and play in it today, my stomach was hurting. Plus I didn’t want blocks of ice falling from the sky onto my head.

I haven’t seen Moomincat. I hope he’s home and safe from the weather. I keep my window open as much as I can, just in case he’d stop by and need a warm bed. I can always use a warm cat.

My brother’s birthday. Because both he and my mother worked nightshift today we will celebrate tomorrow instead. But I did give him his present, the Elvis CD. And he was happy with it, so that was good. No love lost.

I like talking to Moomincat. You might remember that I like to meow. A couple of days ago, Moomincat was sitting on the floor and I meowed at him and he meowed back and I meowed in response and he walked up to me and meowed. I don’t know what we talked about, but it was funny nonetheless. I like that he responds to me. Animal voices are soothing.

I hope I can get a cat like Moomincat when I move out on my own. He seems perfect for me.

Speaking of great actors on Lost, I love MC Gainey. He should get a Golden Globe for Best Beard In a Live Action Drama. And also Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje (or Adebisi as I always want to call him, his character from OZ). I hope Gainey will get more screentime. Oh also the guy who plays Desmond, those are three great season 2 characters.

It’s my birthday in two months, you should all get together and pool your money and buy me a helicopter.

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One Response to “Geronimo Jackson And Zeeke’s Shotgun Wedding”

Erathan Says:
January 25th, 2006 at 19:52 e
what is this? A poem? a song lyrics?

Snickerdoodles

2006-01-19T21:46:00.000+01:00

It has been snowing all day, pretty much. Very beautiful and calming. I haven’t been out in it though, been feeling sick. But I have watched it through our windows. And the little kid inside me is yelling loudly. “Go out and play in the snow, Plume! So what if your fingers freeze off and you get pneumonia and asteroids fall on your heads! It’s snow, all pretty and glistening and waiting for you”. My little kid isn’t the smartest kid in the world, but that’s okay. Who wants to grow up and be a smart adult? Where is the fun in that?

Do you remember that cartoon with the snowman that comes alive and flies away with the boy? I used to watch it every christmas. I feel like watching it now. Or just… building a snowman.

It’s my brother’s birthday tomorrow. He’ll be 26. Gosh. I guess when I look at him I only see his inner kid. I made a present for him. An Elvis CD. Following on the success of the Willie Nelson CDs I made for my mother last year. Peter loves Elvis. I don’t know if he’s really into live music, but it’s an “official” bootleg so the quality is great. The artwork sucks, but that’s not my fault. That’s the fault of our ancient and barely-functioning printer. I hope he’ll like it. It’s the thought that counts though. Just making the effort and giving him something, that’s good. My mother complimented me on it tonight. We are not the closest family. At least I am not the closest family member. Every little thing counts.

Tomorrow I’ll go play in the snow.

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I Believe I Can’t Fly

2006-01-18T21:44:00.000+01:00

Unexpected snowfall last night.

And how sweet it is. The beautiful snow.

I am the Snow-weatherman.

I love how cars look, covered in snow. I’m sure it’s less fun if you actually own a car. But it always makes me want to get in and sit in the car, in the dark, windows covered by the snow. Maybe I should just build a snow fortress?

Rewind a couple of days. Before the snow fell. Let’s all go to the playground, get ourselves a treat.

The lambs. The big Prince and the little twins. They are baahing a lot more now. And they sound like sheep, not like otherwordly staccato robots. You have missed some videos if you don’t understand what I mean.

It’s great to see them grow. Like Magnethe.

Pretty Magnethe. I love her voice, it makes me feel okay.

I like how the goats baah. With their tongues out like that. It reminds me of The Simpsons, their characters always have their tongues out when they scream. vis-a-vis.

Mads on the bench. I think that’s his favourite place to be. Not just when I’m around. When I get there he’s already up on the bench. A nice throne from which he can oversee his kingdom.

Fast-forward back to today.

Mathilde. Sweet girl.

And naughty. I think I said so already, but you can never-ever have your bags in peace when there are goats around. I put the bag over in the corner, then I go and sit down on the bench and get the goats to come over there with me. But eventually, inevitably, one of them goes over to snoop in the bag. And it doesn’t matter if there’s any food in there. If there’s no food in the bag then they just start chewing on the bag itself.

Moomincat paid a visit, after a couple of days’ abscense. He’s such a beautiful cat.

I’m still not completely sure he’s a he, but Anne said so and she knows a lot more about animals than I do. And he does look rather princely.

Peter saw him. My brother. I didn’t know Moomincat was in my room, when I opened the door he just slipped out and went in to the living room. Much to my brother’s surprise. “Since when do you keep a cat, Lasse?” he asked. And I explained that it wasn’t my cat. Then I picked him up and carried him into my room and sat down with him and wished he was my cat.

I fell asleep while Moomincat slept in a cardboard box, at least I think he slept. When the alarm rang I got up and couldn’t see him anywhere. But then he started meowing, he was still in the box. (The box was in a little sort of alcove or such, so I couldn’t see it from my bed). Then he came out and jumped up on my bed. So I think we were both napping. I would have preferred him to sleep on my bed, but who am I to take him away from such a lovely cardboard box? Just knowing he was in the room was a nice feeling.

It is odd. Life. I have these things that make me incredibly happy. Moomincat. The goats. Reading again. The snow. I should be happier than ever, but I am not. I feel sad and tired mostly. I think I will have to go to my doctor and talk about the medication. I looked the meds I currently take up on the net and it said that the maximum dosage was 60 mg. I’m taking 40 mg tablets. Maybe it would be a good idea to up the dosage. Because they did help me for so long. I started taking them in… December 2004 I think. And I started feeling okay around January last year, when they kicked in I assume. And then for so long I was not sad, almost never depressed. But then around mid-November, I guess, the sadness came back. I had a hard time. It got better when vacation came, I took a break from it all. But now I’m back at work, back at facing the problems, and I am feeling sad and tired a lot. I am feeling unmotivated. I sometimes feel like things are crumbling. Falling apart in my hands.

Last night I imagined jumping off a rooftop. I guess I will go see my doctor soon. And I will try to enjoy the good things, because they are incredibly good. It doesn’t help to feel guilty about feeling bad when you should be feeling good.

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3 Responses to “I Believe I Can’t Fly”

Katherine Says:
January 19th, 2006 at 10:15 e
Yes, do see your doctor. It could be very well the meds. It’s common for people to need adjustments in meds like that.

I love the snow pics… the colour is so beautiful. Almost bluey-grey. I like how snow mutes the other colours and makes landscapes look like a black and white photo. My favourite animal photo today is of Mathilde facing the camera with her ear tags. She’s so cute…like she’s got earrings on. They are very sweet those animals. It sounds like Moomincat has adopted you. Maybe animals have their very own adoption agency with pictures of humans on the wall…wouldn’t that be cute. The world would be a lonely desolate place without the animals…even the ferocious ones. I like just knowing the elephants are out there. It’s comforting.
Milla Says:
January 20th, 2006 at 12:34 e
Well, I had my meds adjusted and even changed one time & since then I
feel a lot better. So yeah, Plume, you should try consulting your doc. And another thing that kinda helps me when I feel unmotivated, is writing a day planner. I think of things I can do and it helps to have a plan ;)

We also had lots of snow this week and it looks great. Your pics are beautiful. Your furry friend is adorable! And the camera seems to love the goats. Yeah, these creatures make our lives a whole lot better and more colourful.

Huggs :)
Annie Lee Says:
May 29th, 2006 at 7:57 e
I don’t know if they told you this in therapy, but anniversaries bring stress, even if its something you don’t necessarily think about, like the anniversary of the time a meteor fell on your house. So, like, if you’ve had birthdays that are bad, just the season of your birthday can be a stressor. And of course, if there are any bad Christmas memories, thats a big one too, even if your conscious mind isn’t thinking of it that way.

I Owe You

2006-01-15T20:16:00.000+01:00

Cats are most mysterious creatures, aren’t they?

I walked into the living room and was greeted by a soft meow. Out from under our table came Moomincat. Somehow he had found his way inside without being noticed.

I was a little puzzled.

There’s only one way into our house, and that’s through my window. It’s winter, all other doors and windows are closed. So he had to have come in through there. And since I didn’t notice him then he must have slipped in while I wasn’t in the room. Normally I would have my door closed while I’m not in there. And normally the door to the living room would be closed too. I must have been in the bathroom, that’s the only explanation I can find. There must have been a tiny little window of opportunity where both doors were open and I wasn’t in any of the rooms. And he must have gone in and sat down under the table in the living room.

I was home alone at the time. That was another lucky circumstance. If my brother or mother had been home they would have probably chased him out. Not that they’re big, mean cat-haters. They wouldn’t have chased him out with a broomstick, yelling obscenities. But it’s not our cat, and he’s not supposed to be in here. So it was a good thing that they weren’t home and both doors were open and I wasn’t in the room. The perfect circumstance to sneak in and hide under the table and give me a nice surprise.

I took the opportunity to show him around the house. I had been wanting to do that. When he comes in through my window he usually goes right to my door and looks up at the handle, like he wants to go explore the house. And now that there was no one else in the house I figured I would give him the tour. He followed me around, I opened doors for him. He walked into rooms and looked around and then came back out to me.

I wonder if he likes my company as much as I like his? We sat on the couch, he looked half asleep. I got up and walked out of the room. He immediately got up and followed. Maybe he’s not looking for a warm bed to curl up and sleep in, maybe he’s looking for a warm human to curl up next to.

It felt really good. Having a cat in the house. I could get used to it.

Pictures.

I like the white on his neck, it makes him look… royal? It’s like a scarf almost.

I think the flash annoyed him a little. Silly humans. Funny how his eyes squinted for the flash. And for the cuddles.

Bless this holy mess.

Hehe. Moomincat went up into the window sill. And started climbing around under the curtain. Before he poked out again.

I think cats love hiding places. They probably enjoy surprising people.

And you can tell that he owns the place. You can’t really argue possession with a cat.

You know the old joke about aliens coming to earth and observing humans picking up dog poop and therefore thinking that the dog is the superior being? I think it’s very true. Animals are superior. We can’t MAKE them love us. But they can make us love them. They have power we don’t have. We can build the tallest buildings, but we’ll still be staring at the stars. The real giveaway is how much we focus on power. The ones who don’t care about power are the ones that are powerful.

Sorry, it’s too early in the day for philosophising.

I wouldn’t want to be president of a country, but I would want a cat in my lap any day.

And I always feel a little sad when he jumps out of my window and climbs the fence to our neighbour’s yard and disappears. But you can’t own a cat. If I took him then I’d be taking him away from someone else. Everytime he leaves I appreciate the next time he comes even more. I have just finished reading The Little Prince and I want to somehow correlate the two. I don’t know what planets Moomincat are visiting, but I love that he comes back to mine.

I thought he was pretty new to my world. I thought the first documented visit was when he came in through my window on January 1st. But then today, by some random string of events that I won’t bore you with I suddenly saw this picture in my photoalbum:

Moomincat. From an entry written on July 25th last year. I met him outside my house when I went to Tina Dickow’s autograph session in Stereo Studio. I almost missed my bus because he was so cuddly and lovely. Amazing. Half a year ago. So he has been around for a while.

Looking at that picture, it doesn’t look like he has a bare spot on his stomach. So that must mean that he had some kind of operation between that first meeting and now. And that means that he definitely must have a family that takes care of him. And he is just a friendly visitor, not a cat in need. That logic is not flawed, is it?

Made some videos of him. Pretty kitty.

And also a couple of funny ones of the goats.

I watched Shopgirl today. I liked it a lot. I have always liked Claire Danes. But who hasn’t, after My So Called Life? I have also always liked Steve Martin. And the movie had some really beautiful scenes. Beautiful music and visual. The stars…

And some relatable things. Claire’s character’s anti-depressants.

“I know it’s hard for you to be close”
“Sorry”

It reminded me of Skye. It can be hard to be close, but it’s awful to be apart.

I am also listening to old Amiga music. I am prone to nostalgia. Monkey Island, Shadow of the Beast, Myth, Turrican. Great music, great memories.

There are a lot of really great things in my life.

And yet I don’t feel okay.

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Tina Dickow & P3 Prisen

2006-01-13T22:51:00.000+01:00

I am working on an entry featuring Moomincat, who gave me a big surprise today. But first off.. congratulations to Tina Dickow who won the P3 Prize today. P3 is the biggest (I assume) Danish radio station. It’s a pretty prestigious prize I think, certainly to me it me means a lot more than all those crappy wannabe-MTV award shows we get. Anyway. The prize was well deserved. She almost couldn’t deliver her speech because the audience kept clapping. What a beautiful moment. 2005 really was her year, I hope 2006 will continue the trend. In The Red is being released in the UK and America right around these days, so if you want to support good Danish music from possibly the nicest and sweetest singer in the world then I suggest you check it out.

– Tina’s international website -

(All rights belong to DR TV)

Huzzah!

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Danny Says:
January 15th, 2006 at 3:36 e
yayyyyy! *claps wildly* i didn’t watch it myself cos i was spending some quality time with my brother, but i’m so glad she won that! my brother said she gets 100.000 kroner…wow haha, maybe she can lend me a few quid then ;) cheers lasse, this is brilliant news!

Que Sara Sara

2006-01-10T21:12:00.000+01:00

At almost exactly 7 am today Moomincat came through my window. 7 am is a tricky time. It’s not late enough to get up and go to work, it’s not early enough to still get a nice long sleep before I have to get up. It’s sort of stuck in the middle.

Moomincat stayed for some 15 minutes. When he left I went back to sleep, a little sleep is better than nothing. I was morbidly tired at work though. Crushed-down tired. I didn’t get much work done. That wasn’t all my fault though. I need some material and the people I need it from are not there. Anyway, I was busy trying not to fall asleep.

I was interrupted by the new cute bargirl. She is sweet and cute and gorgeous. She’s only 18 though. Too young for me. But rest assured that’s the only reason we aren’t a couple already. If she was older then I promise I wouldn’t hesitate to… stare at her for a really long time and never say anything.

It made me feel bad actually. Made me feel like a huge, hideous glob of gelatinous waste. Like I am some ghastly, decomposing ogre walking around in a city full of elves, beautiful people. Everybody wants to be loved, that’s what it comes down to. I am no different. I am fine on my own, yeah right.

I wish I was made of clay, then I could model myself into something better.

NP: For Martha
long horses we are born
creatures more than torn
mourning our way home

I was so tired that I didn’t even go see the goats. Shock horror gasp. It rarely happens that I don’t go see them on a weekday. I did go to the library to pick up my reservations. The Little Prince, the last Hedegaard book and a stack of Moomins. Funnily enough the wintermoomin is the only one I haven’t got. But that’s ok. I have enough Moominstuff to last me a little while. I want to get lost in the valley, it is a nice place.

I am a little like Peter Pan, I never grew up. That works a lot better in literature though, in the real world it sort of causes problem.

I wish I could write fiction. I have a children’s story brewing in my head. It started like a simple comment to Katherine and now I feel it wanting to form. But whenever I try to write stories then it all crumbles. My mother said to me the other day (paraphrased) “What happened to your dreams of being an author? Hah!”. I thought that was incredibly mean and hurtful of her. She didn’t mean it like that though. But still. Broken dreams and wasted potential.

Many years ago I worked at the publishing house Hovedland. Internship for a year. On the first day we sat in the kitchen and had coffee and tea and talked. And I said that I had always wanted to be a writer. And they asked why I hadn’t written anything then? And I said that it was hard to write about the world when you hadn’t experienced it yet. And they agreed. And 10 years later I still have barely experienced the world.

Maybe some day I will write the big American novel. And then I’ll try to convince the Danish publishers that it can be sold in Denmark too.

But until then, here are some pictures from yesterday:

Mads in mid-baah.

Magnethe has a funny body shape doesn’t she? It’s all wide and then her head is so small.

And there she is going through my stuff. You can never, ever have your bags in peace if there are goats around.

More baahing. I love the sound of goats bleating, it soothes me.

Lovely goats. Tomorrow I shall definitely go see them. I’m sure they want to be loved too.

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3 Responses to “Que Sara Sara”

Maile Says:
January 11th, 2006 at 2:29 e
you are experiencing the world right now, lasse. i think for the first time in a long time. and i think that your experiences with the animals are a great breeding ground for childrens stories.
P Says:
January 12th, 2006 at 14:32 e
I visit your site regularly, and you have a very rare talent for writing extremely funny, insightful and thought provoking words.

If you want to be a writer, then write. Even if its only for yourself. You have a MASSIVE talent, which you shouldn’t waste. So write when and what you feel like writing. Authors don’t pick up an pen and write classics from start to finish. They can take years to get it right. Its not like counting. Sometimes 4 comes before 2. So don’t be afraid to go down blind alleys in your writing. Thats what lifes about. Playing wrong notes.
And as for wasted potential. You’re not dead are you?!

And you’re not wasting your potential. Your entries to the blog are classics. You have a view of life that very few people will have. And i truely think your stories will become classics too. Maybe for many. Maybe for only one or two. But I definately believe they will change peoples lives. The way they think, the way they feel.

You have a great, charming and useful talent. Embrace that.

Phil
Ralph Says:
January 15th, 2006 at 21:16 e
“I wish I was made of clay, then I could model myself into something better.”

Well put. But you are. And you can. It’s not an easy path. It takes time, pain and hard work. Start at http://www.stevepavlina.com. And start small.

Frown Upside Down

2006-01-07T22:56:00.000+01:00

I think I have made a new friend.

Moomincat came through my window again today. Not once, but twice. And I swear he must have some sort of sixth sense that tells him when I am sleeping. I was lying in bed both times.

First in the morning. The alarm had buzzed and I was lying in my bed, enjoying the fact that I didn’t have to get up. Half awake. Halfway between sleep and reality. And then I felt him landing on my bed. My bed is cleverly placed straight underneath the window, so if anyone wants to sneak in then they have to land on the bed. I love the feeling of a cat landing on me.

He did his “usual” routine. Jumped down on the floor. Looked around in my room. Looked at the door. And then jumped back up on my bed and curled up in a ball. He only stayed for 5-10 minutes. Then he jumped up in the window sill and sat there for a few minutes. And then jumped out in the yard.

He walked around in my back yard and climbed up on the roof of our neighbours.

There he is. There was another cat in our yard too. Moomincat went into our barely standing shed, I was watching him through my window. And I could see another cat. I wonder if they know each other. Or if my back yard is suddenly just the big hip hangout-place for cats.

Fast-forward through the day. Not doing much. Going up to see the goats. Then taking a nap. Waking up in the middle of it because something lands on my bed. Yup, Moomincat was back.

I had been wondering whether I would be able to sleep with a cat in the room. Just the presence of someone, or something, else. I have always slept alone, except for with Skye (how I miss it). So, I decided to try it out. I didn’t get up. I peeked a little every now and then and saw Moomincat still lying in the foot-end, all curled up. And eventually I fell asleep. He must have been sleeping too. What a beautiful, wonderful thing. To fall asleep with a cat in my bed. I can’t properly articulate what a lovely feeling it is. I guess if you have a pet of your own then you’ll know.

I woke up by the alarm going off. I sat up and saw Moomincat staring at the alarm. Haha. Everybody hates alarm clocks. I turned it off and cuddled him a little to apologise for the rude awakening. And then he jumped up in the window sill and looked out for a minute and then jumped out and left.

What an amazing cat. I feel so priviliged, that he wants to take naps in my bed.

You have to be thankful for little wonders.

How else are things going? I went back to work, which was tough after being sick and being depressed. Sanne, my boss, is so understanding. It’s amazing. I am thankful for that too. I have had to move though. Eh, long story short: Poul Erik has stopped. Søren and Kenneth has started. Søren has long legs. Poul Erik’s desk is short. Søren has taken my desk, I have taken Poul Erik’s desk. Got it? I don’t mind, because Poul Erik’s desk is in the corner. And I like corners. Two out of four angles are safe. I always go for the corner when I have to sit down in new places.

Søren, by the way, seemed like a jolly fellow. He reminded me of Ross and Monica’s dad on Friends. Gould? For some reason. He came and asked about what I was doing. I was picking colours for next month’s flier and poster. And he also showed me his palm pilot thingie. It was quite smart. He had all his photos in there.

He got my computer of course, and I have this program running that keeps changing the desktop picture. It cycles through 20-30 of my pictures. So he asked about my pictures and showed me his and we talked a little. Really good social exercise.

So that’s okay. And it was good to get back to work too. To keep sane.

Also went to the library. It wasn’t quite succesful. I wanted The Little Prince and the moominbook where they wake up from hibernation in the winter. I got neither. But I did get Comet In Moominland instead. I think I’ll just get all the moominbooks and read them. I’m not sure if they’re actually considered kid’s books or not. But I don’t care, I will play by my own rules. I also got Den Gamle Biograf. Book 4 in the Vesterbæk series by Jacob Hedegaard Pedersen. If you are Danish then you should dig up book 3, Flugten Fra. Look in the credits. You will find my name in there. I think I’m listed as “script consultant”. Hehe.

Yes, yes. Made reservations for The Little Prince, Moominland Midwinter, Høst (last of the Vesterbæk series) and a “learn to play guitar” video. Yup. It feels good to use the library again. When I was a kid I practically lived in there. I am disappointed in myself for how little I have read since I “grew up”. But I guess that whole “isolate myself from the outside world” thing is a good excuse.

Speaking of suicidal thoughts, thank you for listening. Now that I’m back at work and back in health and there’s a little snow on the ground and a visiting cat, hopefully my mood will improve. I have thought about going to my doc to talk about the medicin. I guess I’ll see how I feel the next week or two.

There’s a lot of good in my life. Not least you guys.

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Maile Says:
January 8th, 2006 at 10:15 e
buck up my friend. life can be a good thing indeed. one moment you’re contemplating veins the next moment you’ve got cats on your bed. you should live for the cat days. cat days are great. i got a forward today. don’t usually read those things. but one of the lines was ‘for every sixty seconds you spend upset, it’s a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.’ i’ve got blair reading your blog too. he likes the animal pictures. have you been to cute overload? i think it’ll give you a good cheering up.

Cheshire Smiles

2006-01-05T21:40:00.000+01:00

It came back. The cat.

Yesterday. Early in the morning. I was woken by something landing on my bed. And I knew what it was. Turned on the light and got my glasses and there it was. The same cat, in through my window.

It jumped down and looked around a little and then got back up on my bed and curled up in a ball and layed there. While I watched it.

Amazing.

I’m going to agree with Anne and Katherine. It’s obviously not stray or lost. It must be a regular house cat, just coming to visit once in a while. It’s healthy and beautiful. It’s not starved for attention either. It sat on my bed for a while, then it jumped up in the window sill and sat there and looked out. And then jumped out and left.

I hope it will come back soon. It makes me happy. If I ever had any doubts about getting a cat then they are definitely gone.

Moomincat, I’m calling him. Or Mumikat in Danish.

Otherwise I have not actually been doing that great. I sat in the shower today and wondered if it would be possible to slit one’s own throat. Would a human being be capable of that? If you can slit your wrist, can you slit your throat? If you close your eyes, is there a difference?

But I will try not to think like that. Must press on. Think of sweet cats and goats. Of Mads bleating when he sees me through the fence and trees on the other side of the street. Of the twin lambs still being small and lovely.

I’m going to the library soon. To get a moominbook. And The Little Prince. And a “learn how to play the guitar, and don’t keep putting it off” book. And Høst + Den Gamle Biograf by Jacob Hedegaard Pedersen because those are the only of the Vesterbæk books that I haven’t read. He was publishing the first ones when I worked at Hovedland.

It will be good to read again. I hope.

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5 Responses to “Cheshire Smiles”

Anne Says:
January 5th, 2006 at 23:04 e
Da jeg var barn, sagde de gamle, kloge folk, at mavevrøvl og influenza gi’r depressioner. Så hold fast i det og la’ vær’ med at få go’e ideer. Forøvrigt kan dine oplevelser det sidste års tid sammenlignes med meget af det, Mumi oplevede, da han begav sig alene ud i en fremmed verden af sne. Næste stop : Troldvinter.
Milla Says:
January 6th, 2006 at 13:35 e
So now we can come to the conclusion, that the cat really likes you ;) I can feel that you will become good friends.
Listen, bout those thoughts in the shower… I once wondered if it was possible for a person to break their own neck. Ewww. Plume, my comment on this is… get this ish out of your head, seriously :D There are so many things that can happen to a human being, that is kinda an ant in the universe’s hands, that thinking what a human being can do to himself is a waste of our precious time my dear ;) Focus on what the world can do for you and what you can give it in return. Sounds like a fair deal to me. And the world can give you lots of things… like a gorgeous Mumikat, snow, Tina Dickow, friends and me, who leaves long exciting comments in your blog (hehe :D).

Me wishes you a nice friday man :)
Katherine Says:
January 7th, 2006 at 4:04 e
The cat has claimed your bedroom as its own. That’s like a member of the royal family deciding your home is their castle. Cats are pretty picky about where they hang out.

I wish an elephant would climb in my window. Alas…the window is too small and elephants don’t like cities. I wonder if this is one of the Jedi kitties. A JediMoominkat? Perhaps the cat is your guardian angel. Like Santa visits the children, the Kat checks on her charge to make sure they’re ok.

Lasse, the suicidal thoughts may be your medication needing adjusting. It sounds like a brain chemistry thing (what do I know…???) but when you look at your life now, objectively, you’ve achieved so much, conquered many fears. This takes a lot of courage and willpower. Maybe it’s time for a checkup, and if you need more therapy and counselling, there’s no reason not to have it. I was in therapy for five years…saw my psychiatrist every two weeks for one hour. It’s not unusual for people to need therapy for awhile.

Anyway, I also want you to know I’m glad you are open about what’s happening with you and I hope my post doesn’t make you think you should stop talking about it. The opposite is true. We care and are here for you… please don’t hurt yourself. And if you’re tempted, please seek help right away.
Milla Says:
January 7th, 2006 at 11:45 e
Katherine, you put it well in words! Thank you for trusting us Plume and sharing what you feel. It’s sometimes help in itself, but yeah, it would be a good idea to turn to a specialist if those thoughts come once in a while. The thing is that sometimes these thoughts are not controllable and you need a little help from aside or just someone to listen and give a good peace of advice. Might be a chemistry thing, I agree on that.

I wish someone came crawling through my window (well, a four-legged creature with fur and good intensions that is), but it’s very unlikely, cuz I happen to live on the 10th floor. Unless it’s a bird! Oh, that would be sweeeeet :) Maybe I should hang food from my window and wait.

Uh, and I’ve got a confession to make… I’ve never seen an elephant in 3D before. They are amazing creatures, I think I’m gonna go to the zoo this summer and check them out. Or a circus… but then I donno… I wish I could see one in his/her own habbitat. Cuz I’m not sure if people treat those sweeties well in zoo or circus.
A question for Katherine: is it true that sculptures of elephants with their trunks up bring good luck? Just wondering ;)

Dear Plume, don’t forget, we’re here for you, no matter what.
Katherine Says:
January 10th, 2006 at 22:53 e
Milla, Asian cultures have a tradition in their sculpturing and art that a trunk up brings good luck. Too bad it doesn’t bring elephants good luck though because most are horribly exploited. And the wild ones are losing their habitats. If you want to see 3D elephants that live naturally, visit http://www.elephants.com and click on their elecamera. It’s a sanctuary in Tennessee and the elephants are very happy there whether their trunks are up or down. Just knowing they are happy makes me feel lucky.

Moominplume

2006-01-03T21:54:00.000+01:00

Would you excuse me while I go throw up?

Thank you.

I am not at all well. My stomach is upset. And I don’t mean that it’s ranting about the war in Iraq.

Let me also take this opportunity to say thank you for the comments. About the new year and the cat. Thank you Milla for the big new year comment, that was beautiful. Thank you Anne for mentioning Mumi troldene. “The Moomin trolls” as they seem to be called in English. Every now and then, perhaps once a year, perhaps not even that, I remember the mumitrolde. And I am hit by a wave of nostalgia, sort of like with Bamse På Planet. Just something undefinable from your childhood. I hardly remember them. Hazy images in my mind. I remember loving the stories. I think my mother read them to me. And there was a cartoon. In which the mumitrolls woke up early from hibernation and their valley was still covered by snow. And me loving snow, well that was just the perfect setting. I remember being scared too. There was some kind of lady winter or lady frost? She scared me. There was a popup book too that scared me. I seem to remember some dark parts of the stories, some melancholy. But also beauty and joy. And adventure. I think I really, really loved those stories when I was a kid. I have an overwhelming desire to find the books and read them now. Or the comics or cartoons or popup books.

I want to be a kid again.

Official Moomin characters homepage
Wikipedia Moomin

Also great big thank yous to Meredith, Clare and Katherine whose christmas cards I received today. It’s like christmas come early.

In the spirit of giving I have updated the video section.

Three videos of goats in the snow. From last year. After the snowstorm. You can see how much snow is left on top of the fence. But Mads breaks through it. You can also see Magnethe shake herself like she’s a wet dog. And then after that she swings her head around so her big floppy ears fly all over the place. Cute.

Two videos of my feline visitor. The wonderful, sweet cat. See for yourself how sweet and lovely it was.

I forgot one detail about it. One of the first things it did when it had settled down on my bed was to lick itself all over. Cleaning itself. Cleaning the fur. I just sat and stared in awe of course. It acted like it felt completely at home and at ease with me. How wonderful.

Now you’ll have to excuse me again.

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2 Responses to “Moominplume”

Anne Says:
January 4th, 2006 at 14:23 e
Troldvinter, hedder bogen, hvor Mumi vågner for tidligt og oplever vinteren første gang. Mumi-historierne er smukke og skræmmende, men de er faktisk gode at få forstand af. En ven, nu psykolog, skrev en deleksamen på dem, og hun fastholder, at de er rene arketyper – de der træk, vi alle har til fælles. Og det er store, eksistentielle spørgsmål, hende der Janson uden at blinke hælder på de små. En nevø fik Kometen Kommer af mig, og det tog lang tid at få den læst højt – når der var gået et kapitels penge, gik ungen – Bjarke – i panik, og bogen blev sat væk. Efter en uge begyndte de så forfra, og kom altid lidt længere. Prøv Troldvinter og tyg lidt på hunden Ynk von Jammerlunds oplevelser for ikke at tale om Mumis møde med sin forfar.
Milla Says:
January 6th, 2006 at 13:19 e
Hugs, wish you to get well soon!

Found And Lost, Almost

2006-01-02T20:14:00.000+01:00

Oh you’re not going to believe this.

Deja vu?

So earlier today I updated and said I had found the owner of the sweet kitty who came to my window. But turns out I was wrong. I’ve been in mail contact with the owner of Lilleput, the wanted kitty from the poster in Aktiv Super. And she looked at the pictures in my blog. And it wasn’t Lilleput. Lilleput doesn’t have white feet. So now I’m almost relieved, because I guess I didn’t send a cat that had been lost for two months back out in the snow. But on the other hand I feel sad for Christina, the girl who is missing her cat. And I wonder what the story of “my” cat is, if it’s lost or not. If it’ll come back or not.

What are the odds though? A cat comes in through my window and has a bare spot on her stomach. And the day after I see a wanted poster for a cat that looks almost identical and also has a bare spot. But you can’t argue with the white feet of course. It’s just a pretty startling coincidence.

And I still miss the cat. It was so sweet. I was going to say “she was so sweet” but now I don’t know if it’s male or female of course. I did have the feeling it was a she, even before I saw the wanted poster. But I don’t know of course.

It must be horrible to lose a cat. Like Christina said in her mail. A family member. I would be crushed if that happened to me. When I get my own cat. I don’t even want to think the thought.

I dreamt that I found the cat again. After I was outside looking for it today. I went back in and slept (hey, I’m sick. I have an excuse). And I dreamt that I found the cat again. And would you believe it, the alarm clock rang and I woke up. But I sort of dozed off a little. And again I dreamt that I found the cat. I’m not making it up, I dreamt it twice. I guess that shows how much I wanted to find the cat and get it back to its owner. And make up for my mistake.

I am feeling quite moved. By the cat and by Christina’s mail and all. I should start looking for a shelter to volunteer in again. And an appartment. And a cat, definitely a cat.

PS. Does anyone have a recommendation for what I should do if “my” cat comes again? Should I just let it stay until it leaves by itself, should I keep it and call a shelter, should I feed it, what should I do?

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Anne Says:
January 3rd, 2006 at 0:01 e
Det var/er en venlig huskat, der besøger dig, og det vil den sikkert gøre igen.
Med den fine pels og det rolige blik, så har den et sted af bo, tro mig. Men katte har det der private i deres karakter – at de finder nye steder, hvor de hygger sig og bli’r forkælet. Janson, mumi-forfatter, er nok den, som bedst har beskrevet det, bl. a. i Kometen kommer, hvor det lille dyr Sif forelskede sig håbløst i en kattekilling. Men din ven er ikke killing – mindst fem år. Og den ligner mere en kastreret hankat end en hunkat, selvom størrelsen ikke rigtig fremgår. Hvis den mangler en snip af sit øre, så er den enten øretatoveret eller chip’et. Og den havde ikke forladt din varme seng og dit hyggelige selskab, hvis ikke den havde et sted at gå hjem til. Nyd den, men lad være med at fodre den, for så beslutter den måske, at den hellere vil bo hos dig.

Lost And Found, Almost

2006-01-02T13:54:00.000+01:00

Oh you’re not going to believe this. I’m sick. Yes, yes, that part you can believe. But I dragged myself out to do a little shopping in Aktiv Super. And what did I see on their notice board? A missing cat poster. Yup. You guessed it. The little sweetheart from yesterday does belong to someone. But it’s lost. And I could kick myself. I could kick myself so much. I’m so stupid.

Her name is Lilleput. She’s 10 years old. She’s a shy cat, the poster said. Belongs to “Haveforeningen Moselund”. I’m not sure how to translate Haveforening. Tenant’s association? Anyway, doesn’t matter. It’s not a family at least, it’s a group or union or whatever. But in any case, I had their cat in my house for almost an hour and I let it go. Kick kick kick myself. It’s been lost since October 28th. Oh no. Two months it’s been gone. I’m such a moron moron moron.

There’s even a reward. 2500 kroners. Almost 400 dollars. That’s a lotta money. Although I wouldn’t feel right taking it since I’m not the one who found the cat, the cat found me.

Agh.

I went out just now and looked. I spent 15 minutes tracking a cat until I could tell that it wasn’t Lilleput. Eventually I had to go back inside, it’s freezing and I’m sick. But I’ll keep looking. And really, really hope that she comes back to my window.

Now I gotta go write them an email and tell them that I had their cat but let it go. I hope they won’t be angry with me. But I have to tell them that their cat is alive and seemingly healthy, right? That’s good news at least. Sigh. I owe them a cat, I do.

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2006: Year of the Cat

2006-01-01T21:51:00.000+01:00

I just had the best start to the year. You won’t believe it.

Actually, it didn’t start off perfectly. I woke up feeling tired and sore and aching. It’s not fair to wake up like that when you HAVEN’T partied wildly the night before. But okay. I got up and spent a little time on the computer and had a little to eat. And then I went back to bed to sleep some more. And when I woke up again, that’s when the good stuff happened.

There was a cat in my room. Yes, you might remember that this happened to me a little while ago too. That was in the middle of the night and the cat left quickly. I think it might have been the same cat today. I’m not 100% sure, but I think so. Anyway, I woke up and felt something on my bed. And because it was the middle of the day (practically) I could make out the shape of a cat. So I slowly reached out to get my glasses. Didn’t want to spook the kitty.

And with my glasses on I could see, in the foot end of my bed, a beautiful kitty cat. As if nature’s way of saying “2006 is going to be a good year, we’re rooting for you Plume”.

What a wonderful thing. And I didn’t have to worry about spooking it. It made itself nicely at home in my room.

And I could cuddle it good.

So good.

Oh what a sweetie. Is there anything better than a cat sleeping on your bed?

Well, I don’t know if it was actually sleeping. But it curled up and I sat there and watched its breathing. It made me want to lie down and sleep next to it.

It purred when I scratched it behind its ears. It even let me lift it up in my arms. Several times. I don’t know how to hold a cat, I probably did it all wrong. But it didn’t mind.

My mother walked through the hallway to go to the bathroom, the floor creaking outside my door. The kitty ran to the door and sat down and looked expectedly up at the handle.

Like it was waiting for someone. Maybe its real owner? I mean, it must be someone’s cat. It was so tame and well-behaved. Also, it had a spot on its shoulder (sort of) where the fur had been shaved away. Like from an operation. Wasn’t a big spot, and I couldn’t see a real surgical scar, but there was a little, slowly healing, wound there. So it can’t be a stray, right? Strays don’t get taken to the hospital and then released again out on their own. I imagine.

And I’m not allowed to have cats here. Agh. I wanted so badly to keep it. It looked like it wanted to stay. I didn’t want it to think that it had found a new home, but I couldn’t help giving it some water.

Look at the tongue! It actually licked my hand. I have never had a cat lick my hand before. What a funny, rough, sweet feeling.

I loved it… but I couldn’t let it stay, right? It must have a real home somewhere.

Out in the snow. It jumped out, and standing under my window it looked up at me and mewed softly. And started getting in position to jump back up through my window. So I closed my window a bit, so there wouldn’t be space for it to come in. And it walked away, slowly. Jumped over the fence. And I’m such a bad person, I must be made of stone. How could I let that poor kitty go? I want my kitty back. It acted like it was mine, I should have let it stay. I could have just kept it, who would have found out? It’s not like they inspect our houses. I am evil. I miss it :/

I spent 30-45 minutes with it in my room. It was like having a cat. It was like my cat. It purred and let me hold it and cuddle it, it curled up and slept in my bed. It was like my cat. I would have loved it forever, why did I let it go?

Maybe it was the same cat that came into my room that night. Maybe it doesn’t have a real home. Maybe it was abandoned or lost. Maybe I sent it out to be alone in the winter. I am bad bad bad.

But it was beautiful. Yes. I need my own cat soon. Must move out. Ignore the fear of taking care of myself. So what if I can’t make it on my own, at least I’ll have a cat while not making it. That will be worth it. Gotta look for houses. Must have kitty.

I miss it. I wish I wasn’t so stupid.

But what a start to the year anyway. Amazing kitty cat.

PS. Ignore the mess in my room. I’m moving out soon, then the bulldozers will move in.

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2 Responses to “2006: Year of the Cat”

Katherine Says:
January 1st, 2006 at 22:42 e
Maybe this is one of those cats who has a primary home and then visits other houses. It’s kind of neat actually, especially since you can’t have a cat there all the time. But there’s nothing to prevent having a visiting cat. I’m sure he or she will come back again, now that he or she knows he or she is welcome.
Milla Says:
January 2nd, 2006 at 10:43 e
Pretty kitty :) I was once sitting with my friend in the church yard at night and a white kitty appeared out of nowhere and jumped in my lap. It was a very nice cat, didn’t look stray at all. So while we were talking it made itself comfortable and slept a little while. I also practically fell in love with it, but I knew it had a real home. So when it was time to go, she looked at me for the last time and then went away. So sweet when an animal shows you so much unexpected attention and love. A wonderful feeling :)))
Yeap, I agree with the others, if there were two visits, the third is somewhere around the corner!

A Year Ahead

2005-12-31T22:51:00.000+01:00

So here it is, merry christmas!

Oh wait. That was last week, right? Yes. So today is the 31st of December, as late as it gets. Right now there are three hours left of the year. Outside it sounds like the war on christmas has turned into the war on new years and everyone is fighting it with explosives.

I’m not a fan of fireworks. Ever since that new years eve many years ago when my neighbour Cliff threw firecrackers in my boot and I spent the night in the hospital. And the next month getting acid treatment on the wound.

And now for weeks the neighbourhood kids have been running around shooting bombs. I think fireworks would be a lot more special if we just had the traditional shootings after midnight. When all the families on the block gather and shoot of the grand fireworks. Instead of all these weeks and days of minor explosions. And you know that those darn half-criminal teenagers are just doing it because they like to scare people and play with fire. There is no romance.

Anyway. Every year I talk about how I don’t really like fireworks and for some reason no one ever listens. You’d think by now the world would have catered to my demands. Maybe next year.

So 2005. It’s been a big year for me. In fact the last couple of years have been huge. So much has happened. My life has changed a lot. From isolated, bitter depression to hope and progress. I must remember to be thankful for that.

The year didn’t start off well though. I went to the Netherlands and broke up with Skye. My first and only ex. It looked like it was going to be a very bad year. But I think I’m lucky that my medication kicked in soon after that. My depression went away. Skye was still my friend. Therapy started. Group sessions followed. I started feeling at home at work. I started going to the playground regularly and found happiness with the animals. Magnethe was born, the most wonderfully cute little goat kid. Going to concerts. Meeting Tina. I got surgery I wanted. In many ways it has been a very good year. I got my own domain too. Back in April. I can’t believe it’s been so long. I am happy with it. Happy with you guys who support me. I have a lot to be thankful for.

And that’s important to remember. I have had some mood swings the last month or so before my vacation started. Some depression. I even had a night where I seriously thought about suicide. Not in the way that I was going to do it just then, but in the way that I was seriously thinking about what methods would be best and so on. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do it. But I was having some downtime. So it’s important for me to remember how much progress I have made, how much better my life has become. And I have to hang in there.

2006 will be very important for me I think. It will probably be the year that makes or breaks me. Will I overcome my problems and get a real life? Or will I give up and fade away? I have some big steps to take. Mainly because I have to take them on my own. The continued fight against phobia has to be fought without the help of the group therapy. I have to move out and take responsibility for my own life. Make it on my own. That scares me. I guess I feel very insecure about doing it all on my own. It’s easier when you have someone to tell you what to do, to guide you. Now I have to stand on my own two legs. And I am worried that I might fall.

But if I can do it then I think I can have a pretty okay life. I might never have a huge group of friends, I might never love big social gatherings. But I think I can get to a place where I am happy. I just have to keep working for it.

And I guess that’s my new year’s resolution. To keep working on things.

That concludes 2006. I have procrastinated so much that there is now only one hour and 12 minutes left of the year. I hope you will all have a safe and happy eve. And I hope 2006 will bring you you good things. As far as I am concerned you all deserve the best.

Finally, if you like Mads, Mathilde and Magnethe then you should go look at my post in go_go_goats. A different sort of look back on 2005.

Happy new year everyone!

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One Response to “A Year Ahead”

Milla Says:
January 1st, 2006 at 20:51 e
Dear Plume, I want to wish you a very happy and prosperous new year!!! I wish you lots of strength this year, to continue working for your goals and achieving them. You are a wonderful person and you deserve all the best of luck.
You know, never say never about that huge group of friends. In a way you already have them ;) But seriosuly it’s better to have a few really close friends, that can humm to you the melody of your heart, if you by some chance forget it. I spend time with some people who are fun, but I wouldn’t really be able to open my heart to them. That is why I treasure my closest friends. Believe me, once you’re out there and ready to socialize, you’ll easily meet people who share the same interests with you and who enjoy you for the one you are.
I have to admit, that I am also scared of changes. I have taken a looong brake from the university, partly cuz of my depression. The other part was the feeling of insecurity and feeling strange around places I used to feel comfortable in. Now in just a couple of weeks I’ll be going back, to a new group and new lecturers. But I wanna make it right and get my life back on track. The year 2005 had started hard for me, since it got bad for me on the 13th of January and continued for more than half a year. But now I’m thankful that period, cuz I finally got to meet the mature and responsible part of me and now I can make people around me feel good, just by being myself. I realized just what miracles the power of love can do. I continued writing and periodically talking on the phone with a guy that lives in germany. He is my soulmate and I can’t wait to see him again. I got a black terrier 7 months ago and she has brought a lot of joy into my life. I started singing and took part in a song festival on Thaksgiving day. I also had group therapy that enriched my life and during that time I met some extraordinary people. So yes, it’s been a year to remember and be thankful for.

My friend gave me a card for my birthday, that had these words written in it:
what we look like or appear to be is but a shell; it may look beautiful, but in the end, no shell is as beautiful as the pearl it holds inside; that is our true goal – to reach the pearl.
I hope he doesn’t get mad at me for using his words, but I think that it’s one of those things we gotta try to do this year and all the years ahead. He put it well in words.

Hugs n kisses from Lithuania,
Milla

Snow Swimming

2005-12-30T23:04:00.000+01:00

What a beautiful day. What an absolutely gorgeous day. If there are any religious groups that want me to believe in god then they should pick a day like today to pitch it to me. Because it really is divine.

Just don’t mention the war. And the tsunamis and earth quakes and pedophiles and those kids that tie fireworks to cats and reality tv and torture and so on.

Anyway, this isn’t a party political broadcast. This is a celebration of the snow.

Snow snow snow snow snow I must have snow.

One of my favourite things when it snows is the table we have standing out in our back yard. Old and rusty and falling apart. It always looks so nice with a topping of snow.

Just look at it. It’s like candy being served.

And Aarhus in the distance.

There is a little playground up on a hill and when I go up there I can see the city in the distance. Lots of houses sprawled everywhere.

And the world is right around the corner.

I feel like rewriting the Nightswimming lyrics to Snowswimming. But alas, I am not ambitious enough.

I’m not sure all these people understand

That’s what happens when you keep your window open at night. And you can see that all the other windows have been closed. I’m the only one crazy enough to sleep with an open window even though the temperatures are below zero.

I went to the playground. And luckily it was open, no one caught in the snow. So I got to hang out with the goats. So wonderful, the snow, the sun, the animals.

The bench was full of snow so instead I put some hay on the ground and then placed my blanket on top and then sat there. And let the goats have the bench.

Can you see Magnethe’s snowbeard? She was sticking her head in the snow all the time and when she raised it she’d have snow on her face. It made me laugh repeatedly.

What do you expect when you bury your head in the snow?

She’s so cute. I just had to hug her.

And Mads, the giant cuddlebug.

I gotta start looking for a toupé.

I am thankful for having the goats in my life. They make me feel loved. Funny how animals can do that.

I need a pet really badly. Or you know, friends and lovers. That too.

Before I go I want to recommend a Swedish movie. I don’t think I have ever done that before. I might never again. I’m Danish, you know. Denmark and Sweden is like Iraq and Iran. Or USA and Canada. Or Mexico. Or the whole world. Or something. Anyway, today I watched Kopps. Or Kops, as it’s called in Danish. It’s quite funny. And endearing. It’s about a little local police station that is going to be closed down because there’s no crime in their ‘hood’. So the police people start beefing up the statistics. By comitting crimes themselves. Normally I do not like Swedish comedies. Heck, I don’t even like most Danish comedies. But this one just has some really sweet and funny characters. I especially like Benny. He’s a mediocre cop, but he’s a big fan of American action movies I guess. So he keeps fantasizing about himself as a badass cop. He jumps around and shoots and shouts american phrases like “Don’t you mess with Benny the cop, motherfucker”. And then he goes home and knits. He’s a great character, the movie is worth watching just for his escapades. It’s a good little movie. No masterpiece. But it doesn’t matter since none of you USAians will ever get the chance to see it I’m sure.

Freeze motherfacker.

Also, I have been having a Curb Your Enthusiasm marathon. Speaking of escapades. I love Larry David. He’s quite a piece of work. I’m almost up to season 5 now. If I’m lucky I’ll make it through the whole lot before vacation is over.

I can’t believe there’s only one day left of 2005. And I haven’t learnt my lesson, I’m going to waste that one too.

I won’t let the snow go to waste though.

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3 Responses to “Snow Swimming”

Katherine Says:
December 31st, 2005 at 1:59 e
Your “Merry freaking” Christmas card arrived today! It’s lovely. Thank you. I hope mine arrives on your snow-covered doorstep soon. And I wish we had snow…we have rain here…lots and lots and pots of rain. I’m glad the goats are enjoying the snow, too.

Does Kopps have English subtitles by any chance? I love foreign films… and have seen lots of good Danish and Swedish movies. One called Festen is definitely worth seeing. http://movie-reviews.colossus.net/movies/c/celebration.html

A Dutch film I wish I could get my hands on again is Karakter. It’s amazing.
Anne Says:
December 31st, 2005 at 12:04 e
Flot år du har haft. Godt Nytår og tak for alt det, jeg nu kan se gennem dine øjne. Jeg var pjattet med geder, men jeg vil aldrig mere kunne se sne i mængder uden at tænke på dig.
Liz Says:
December 31st, 2005 at 17:13 e
Hey Plume, I used to read you way back when I was on diaryland as obscurelady (I’m not sure if you remember?) … now I’m not really writing online much but I thought of you today and decided to check out the new blog – it looks great and it really looks like you are doing well. The pictures are beautiful!
Liz

Anything Your Heart Desires

2005-12-29T23:05:00.000+01:00

There are few things in this world that bring me as much joy as looking out the window and seeing snow falling.

The snowstorm didn’t really hit my region. But it did snow. All day. And I did feel a little nuts as I walked up to the goats. Dressed warmly from top to toe, braving the weather just to go say hello to some goats. Crazy old man Plume, the crazy goat lover. That’s me.

I didn’t get to spend much time at the playground though. They were closing early. Nobody wanted to get caught in the snow. They wanted to get home before the storm came. They were talking about tomorrow too, whether they’d be able to come in. They all live outside the city, with the small roads and all. They might be snowed in tomorrow. I think they were going to call Jannie and have her stand by. Jannie is the girl that feeds the animals in the weekends. With her family. She lives two minutes away from me. Practically neighbours. I should ask if they need help in the weekends. Any excuse to see the goats, you crazy old fool Plume.

I bought a slush-ice machine. Crazy Plume. I felt a little bad as the mailman came with it, dragging his way through the ever increasing snow fall. To deliver an ice machine. Haha. But it was the parcel mailman, he has a truck. So it’s not too bad. And I like my machine, I like having crushed ice. I always make a giant mess when I try to make crushed ice myself. Putting icecubes in plastic bags and hammering them until they break and ice flies everywhere. I’m not a handy guy. But I like ice in my drinks. And snow on the ground.

I. Love. The. Snow.

Bad nighttime picture. My mother looking out on me as I clear the pavement. It hurts my back a bit, but it’s my favourite job in the world. Shoveling snow, that’s my idea of a good time.

Now you all stay safe. Remember: fireworks are the devil’s idle playthings.

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Ready For A Storm

2005-12-28T23:25:00.000+01:00

The local news are going nuts. There’s a snowstorm coming tonight. I love snowstorms. As long as they’re not too dangerous. Some fallen trees and electric outages, that’s okay. I hope no one gets hurt.

My mother bought me Batman thermosocks. Weet! My feet are warm and superheroey.

Look!

Magnethe in the snow.

Perfect winter goat.

Mathilde and Sine enjoying the hay.

Magnethe enjoying the bench. For some reason goats always seem to enjoy climbing up on things. The higher they are the better.

And look there she is jumping. She was standing up to Mads. Mads was in a very selfish mood. He doesn’t like to share, he gets jealous. I know he mainly gets jealous because of the food I bring. But the guys at the playground say that he gets jealous because of me too, you know he doesn’t want to share me with anyone. I like that. Although of course I want to be shared with everyone. But anyway, Mads was chasing away Mathilde and Magnethe when they got too close to me. And once in a while Magnethe would charge back at him, “don’t you push me away from Plume, I love my Plume” I imagine she’d say.

Mostly it was very quiet though. I just sat down on my carpet while the snow fell on us. Cold, but so beautiful.

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It’s All The Rageroo

2005-12-27T23:15:00.000+01:00

It’s been a cold, cold winter’s day. Almost too cold to go outside.

But then, you know, not.

Because who could resist that? Resist them?

Animals and snow, it doesn’t get much better than that.

It warmed me up nicely and I ended up staying for a couple of hours.

The goats had branches from pine trees.

And they were enjoying them.

Make sure to keep your goats away from your christmas trees.

Don’t you love me? She seems to be saying. And yes I do.

The colour in her fur is fading a little. You probably have to look at the big version to see it properly. I imagine it’s because of the winter time. Growing all that extra fur. I like it, it makes them big and soft to cuddle.

And soft to hug.

Hello there!

The Prince is still the big brother. Camilla and Mille, the twins, growing slowly.

There’s nowt better than winter lambs.

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One Response to “It’s All The Rageroo”

Milla Says:
December 28th, 2005 at 14:51 e
How cute! Boy oh boy have the twins grown :))) Sweet

A Glimpse Of Stocking

2005-12-26T23:53:00.000+01:00

I hope you have all had a nice christmas. Good presents, much love, nice food, beautiful snow. Or at least some of that. I have gotten snow today. That makes me happy. A couple of days late for a white christmas, but that doesn’t matter. Snow is on the list of things that always makes me happy. Along with goats, and you guys of course.

I am enjoying my vacation a lot. It just feels so liberating to not have anything to deal with. To wake up when I want without the stress of facing fears and working on problems. A little time out. Next year is probably going to be crucial for me, but I’ll write about that in my new years entry. Not now. Right now the future is a couple of hours away, not a lifetime.

What did I get for christmas? I got a new wallet. Which I really needed since my old one is something like 15 years old and falling apart. So that was good. Then I got a gift certificate for Fona, where I can get myself a CD or DVD most likely. And then I got some cash. Half of which I had already spent. On Simpsons season 6. So all in all that was okay, we’re not a rich family. I ain’t greedy.

It’s been an okay christmas, and that’s a little christmas miracle in itself.

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Milla Says:
December 28th, 2005 at 14:52 e
Good to hear you had a nice and cosy Christmas ;)

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

2005-12-24T16:48:00.000+01:00

It’s Christmas Eve’s day. In Denmark we celebrate christmas on the 24th, so I’ll be having a nice christmas dinner and nice christmas presents tonight. Also, I’m going for a record in the usage of the word “christmas”.

Tis the season to be jolly, so from all of us to all of you:

Merry christmas! Or happy non-descript seasonal festivities. I hope your yule-tide will be gay, just watch out for missiles. What with the war on christmas and all.

Today would be a good day to check out the greetz page too. Just to see a little snow. And to see that it has been upated after almost a year’s worth of inactivity. Thank you Carole!

It’s been a nice Christmas Eve Day so far. I went up to the animals and said hello. When the barn is closed I can never be sure that I can see the animals. Of course they have to be fed every day, but I never know exactly when that will be. 10.30 seems like a likely time, and it worked today. It always makes my days a little better when I can see the goats. And I gave them some christmas treats of course. And said merry christmas to Jannie and her mother, they’re the ones who feed the animals when the playground is closed. Nice people.

I had an amazing dream last night. I won’t go into too much detail. Partly because the details are fading from my mind. Partly because everyone hates to read about others’ dreams. And partly because words can’t do it justice. It was beautiful, I went on a wonderful journey. I even saw a lion, I thought maybe I was in Narnia haha. It was a female lion though, no mane. And more beautiful things happened. And I knew I was dreaming. I remember thinking, in the dream, that I had never seen these places before, it must be a dream.

And when the dream was over I woke myself up. I was in the dream, I knew I had accomplished what I wanted. I wanted to wake up. So I started shaking. In the dream. And the dream faded and I was myself, in bed, shaking myself to wake up. What an odd, odd feeling. Like on TV, when you see a dissolve from dream to reality. When Bart is dreaming that he won first prize in a school contest. The teachers are saying “first prize, first prize, first prize” and then Bart wakes up and the scene disolves into Lisa, going “first prize, first prize, first prize”. That was sort of what it was like. Does that make sense? I was in the dream, shaking my body around and it disolved into reality, where I was also shaking my body around. In bed. I am rambling, yes? It’s just not often that happens. The awareness in the dream, that it is a dream. And being in control like that, forcing myself to wake up. I remember at one point in the dream I was actually worried I’d wake up. Because I wasn’t finished with what I was doing. So I thought to myself “I hope I don’t wake up yet”.

Oh darn, I promised not to go into detail. Too late now. But once again, everybody, merry christmas! Whether you celebrate today or tomorrow or some other day, or not at all. I’m not into the religion, my family isn’t big on traditions. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make it a happy day. All the commercialism, all the war on christmas, all the loneliness. It is only as important as you let it be, and today I won’t let it be important to me.

Love you all, love you all much. You are my presents, and I’d wrap you all up in love if I could.

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2 Responses to “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”

Valja Says:
December 24th, 2005 at 19:33 e
Plume, you are adorable. What cute pictures! I hope you have (had? too bad I am not better at math/time zones) a very merry Christmas and a very happy new year!!! :)
Milla Says:
December 24th, 2005 at 22:58 e
A very merry X-mas to you too dear Plume!!! Your last words made me feel all warm and joyfull inside :)))

Oh, and according to old traditions, animals start talking on X-mas Eve… so don’t be surprised if they get a little carried away and tell you a couple of jokes the next day ;)

Lots of hugs and best wishes,
Mills

The One With The Christmas Party

2005-12-23T23:19:00.000+01:00

It’s the night before christmas. And all is quiet. No snow, unfortunately. Barring some kind of (christmas) miracle there will be no white christmas for me this year. Too bad. But next week there’s a chance for snow, so it’s looking up.

I’m wasting time with Championship Manager 01/02. Look what my brazilian supertalent thinks of me. Tactical genius, that’s me. Also note the name of the club. Aarhus Plumes. I made my own club, I did.

But anyway, I promised the story of the christmas party at work. On Tuesday. My office had been selected for decoration work, so we had to show up 45 minutes early to finish it all off. We did most of the work the day before though. So all that remained was to blow up balloons and light candles, pretty much. Wow, I can’t remember the last time I blew up a balloon. I wonder why we don’t blow up balloons more often? You should all go blow up a balloon, dear readers. Just because.

We had a “heart” theme going on. Heartshaped balloons and heartshaped candy and some flowers that didn’t look much like hearts. It’s a hard theme. Heart, hard. Get it? Good.

We had the party upstairs, in the bar/restaurant. Four rows of tables, filling out the entire room to the brim. And as people started arriving I got more nervous of course. Somewhere around 80 people. Most of whom I didn’t really know. I knew that wouldn’t be easy. And I did have some bad moments. I bought myself a glass of cola and then I started to look for a place to sit. I figured we’d sit together, us from the office. But Sanne had sat down next to some other people and there were “reserved” markers on some of the plates and people were saying that other people were taking the reserved seats even though they were reserved by someone else and people were sitting down everywhere and I started to panick. Deep breath. So I went down to the other end of the room and sat down on a chair that was standing by a pillar. So I could sort of hide behind it. And then I sat there for 5 minutes and almost cried because I didn’t want to sit alone but I didn’t know where to sit and I didn’t know what to do and where was everyone else?

Then I spotted Ole and Anders and Knud Erik. Standing up at the bar still. So I went back up there and stood quietly behind them. And then when they started to go and sit down I followed them and sat down with them. Problem solved. Phew.

After a while everyone was seated, and then there was a short speech and some jolliness and then it was time to eat. It was a buffet, so that meant everyone had to get up again and go to the bar and fill their plates. So more walking and butting in to people and wondering how to not seem like a social outcast who has never tried a buffet before.

It went fairly okay, and after I was done eating I got up and said my merries to the others and then I left. At that point I had sort of had enough. I’d been there for and hour and a half, I think that’s pretty good for a social phobic loner who has never been to a christmas work party before.

And then I walked to the bus, through the almost empty streets in the city night.

With a slight sense of melancholy. Feeling both happy and sad. Happy that I had decided to go to the party and lasted a good while and survived. And sad that I still can’t be a full part of it. Sitting in that room with all those beautiful people (and I don’t mean pretty people), it makes me sad that I can’t laugh and talk and be normal with them. But okay. Last year I couldn’t go to the party at all. So there is progress. Hopefully there will be more of that and next year will be even better.

And I shouldn’t beat myself up. Must remember my therapy. I have a phobia, I have some problems. That does not make me a bad person. *looks into mirror* gosh-darned it, I’m an okay guy.

Joy to the world! It’s yule, it’s cool.

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A Boy And His Goats

2005-12-22T23:18:00.000+01:00

I don’t have much energy. Good thing I have vacation, so I don’t need it! Yeah.

I’m still working on the christmas party story, but while we’re busy waiting for that I might share with you my day today. I went to the playground and had a good time. The buck and Tulle was gone. That’s both good and bad. I’ll miss Tulle especially, she was sweet. And I liked the “challenge” of a goat that wasn’t so used to being around lots of people. It was nice to see her get less shy. But on the bright side, now Mads doesn’t have to walk around on his own anymore. He’s back into the pen with Magnethe and Mathilde.

And so am I.

Ah yes, that’s the stuff. I have missed getting all cuddly with Magnethe.

Nice that there is no longer a fence between us.

I sat down on a bunch of hay at first. Then Per came by and asked if I didn’t want to sit on the bench, because they sort of put it in there just for me. Haha. It has been turned upside down, apparently because the buck liked to roll it over. But I turned it over and Per gave me a blanket and then I had a perfect spot. And Mads jumped up on the bench to be with me of course.

I think he was glad to be back with the others again. And he made sure to assert his dominance a few times, just so we all understood that he’s still king of the hill.

All smiles.

There’s nothing like a beautiful winter day in the company of goats.

I had a good talk with Kurt too. About sheeps and goats and christmas and stuff. I admire him. He’s sweet and gentle and funny. He can be authorative with the kids, but they obviously respect and love him. And the animals do too. Some time I have to ask him where he lives, I assume he has some kind of farm because he has all those animals. I’d like to go see it sometime.

He told me that it’s 99,9% sure that the breeding was succesful. So around April/May next year we’ll get goat kids. I can’t wait. Although it’s a strange idea, Magnethe as a mother! She’s just a little girl! Okay, by that time she’ll be more than a year old I guess. But I still can’t hardly believe it. It’s going to be amazing though, to see both Magnethe and Mathilde with kids. I can’t imagine anything making me happier than seeing that. Well, not many things anyway.

And now I will enjoy the fact that I have nothing planned the next two weeks. That’s soothing.

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One Response to “A Boy And His Goats”

Katherine Says:
December 23rd, 2005 at 6:35 e
Which means Mathilde will be a grandmother! And maybe a year from now, Magnethe will be a grandmother and Mathilde will be a great-grandmother, and so on. How life travels. You’ve brought us their stories all year and it’s been really great to get to know these lovely animals from afar. I never realized how sweet and charming goats were.

Your card’s in the mail but it likely won’t arrive until after the festive season is passed. Have a merry X-mas, Lasse, and may the Force be with you.

P.S. Home Alone was great fun.

PPS. Have you seen this? http://ali.apple.com/ali_sites/ali/exhibits/1000790/koko_meets_the_stars.html

Ho Ho Holy Sh..

2005-12-21T23:50:00.000+01:00

I’m not much in the mood for writing. I don’t know why. I’m writing an entry about the christmas party, but I guess it can wait for tomorrow. Instead here’s a little something I pre-cooked earlier:

I’m listening to my recording of the Tina Dickow concert I went to last month. It actually turned out good! I am moderately surprised. I guess it payed off that I bought new microphones for my minidisc. This is a decent recording. There’s a lot of crowd noise, but that’s the nightclub setting’s fault, not the recording’s. I had some problems with the batteries too, which messed up part of the encore I think. So it’s by no means perfect. But it’s listenable. And for a beginner I think it’s okay.

I’m a taper, haha. I have always wanted to be a taper, ever since the first time I listened to a Smashing Pumpkins concert from 1988, alive forever because someone taped it.

It makes me want to go to more concerts so I can practice my taping. Too bad it’s christmas, there’s nothing to go to.

Put it in the oven and let it heat for 45 minutes and you have yourself a half-baked entry.

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Oh What A Christmas To Have The Blues

2005-12-19T21:49:00.000+01:00

Home Alone is the best movie ever. No really. They don’t make ‘em like they used to anymore.

I found a picture from Bamse På Planeten. You remember, the kid’s tv show I talked about. Here it is. It’s not a very good one. But you can get an idea of it at least. It’s Bamse on the left. Teddy. And Arthur in the middle. And either Forlæns or Baglæns on the right. One of his heads. Their heads. I mean… hmm. He has a head in each end. Forlæns and Baglæns means Forwards and Backwards. So you see it all makes perfect sense.

They really, really don’t make ‘em like they used to.

I am tired and my head is hurting. But on the plus side, I am now on vacation. Sweet, wonderful vacation. Although the christmas party tomorrow will be a bit of work. I don’t feel like going at all. But I’ll force myself. Face the fear etc. I’ll make an appearance at least. And then it’s hibernation time.

No, I really, really mean it. Home Alone rules.

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One Response to “Oh What A Christmas To Have The Blues”

Katherine Says:
December 20th, 2005 at 5:17 e
What great costumes! Way cuter than the muppets.

I’ve never seen Home Alone so will have to rent it.

I’m going to watch The Polar Express which I hear is a good Christmassy movie.

It’s Gonna Be A Cold, Cold Christmas Without You

2005-12-18T23:15:00.000+01:00

I am once again avoiding the subject. It is building and building. When I let it out it will be one huge explosion.

But not now.

Yesterday was such a beautiful day. The sun shining from a clear sky. Snow on the ground. Not a lot. I prefer big piles of snow everywhere. But any snow is good. And yesterday it looked like someone had spread confectionery sugar over everything. A thin white layer, finely powdered everywhere.

Other things. A nice article about Tina Dickow. With sound and video samples even. And Koko’s kitten. That is pretty amazing. If Koko had a baby, you have to wonder if she would teach it sign language. It’s Planet of the Apes. With kittens.

I made much updating on the videos I did. If you care to waste your time. Visual aids for some of the things I have been talking about lately.

The lambs. Cute little things. No less than 6 videos of them. One cuter than the other. I recommend the one where they’re baahing to the horses. Too cute.

Mads in the snow. Three videos of Mads chewing, running and jumping in the snow.

Magnethe and Mathilde at the fence. Five videos. Including a lot of scratching and tender hugs. If you want to see a grown man hug a goat, then here’s your chance.

The cat. Remember the cat I met at the playground? Here’s the video.

Olsen. Hand-feeding the rooster. I like the first video because Mads is following me around, trying to get the apple that I was using to feed Olsen. Typically Mads.

Also updated the google page.

I watched Narnia. Beautiful. I loved those books when I was a kid. I always loved the “magical gateway to another place” subject. Escapism. It’s been a long time since I read the books though. And since I saw that English TV series too. I didn’t remember that Santa was in it for example.

It’s funny, they can spend millions on effects but it still can’t compete with the imagination of a kid. The tv series somehow seems more magical in the mind’s hindsight. But I enjoyed the movie. Especially the snow. I don’t see why eternal winter would be a curse. That’s nuts. I want eternal snow, I do. Amazing snowscapes.

I have spent around 250 kroners on postage the last couple of days. That makes me happy. I am the veritable christmas spirit.

Tomorrow is the last day at work. Then on Tuesday there is the christmas party and then it’s happy holidays for me. A couple of weeks to recharge the batteries.

Also, I cried myself to sleep thinking about Skye. I miss you most at christmas.

Sometimes I feel so alone I almost can’t bear it.

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Suicidal Fish #15

2005-12-18T20:29:00.000+01:00

Inderst inde, er vi alle små.

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Past ones.
PS. I still love Mutts.

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Gonøf Gronøf

2005-12-16T23:57:00.000+01:00

Olsen starring in “Feed The Chicken”.

I never knew you could feed roosters like that. There is so much I don’t know. Like, I didn’t know there was a war on christmas. I don’t know, to me that sounds better than war on people. But okay. Good clean family entertainment you can trust.

I just had an overwhelming attack of nostalgia. For “Bamse på planeten”. I guess I shouldn’t try to explain, because it won’t make sense to people who aren’t Danish. And it probably won’t make sense to Danish people who aren’t old enough either. But oh man oh man. When Bamse went to that planet and he fed Forlæns and Baglæns and he baked bread in the volcano and Arthur came and oh man oh man oh man. That was seriously the best children’s TV ever. I wish I could get a hold of a tape of it or something. I miss it so much it makes me feel empty. It was so great!

Oh here’s a summary in English:

“Fjernsyn for dyr – Bamse på planeten” (1983) (mini)
This children’s miniseries tells the story of Bamse’s fairy tale like adventure on a small remote planet inhabited by the wonderful and strange characters Forlæns and Baglæns. This series was the creation of Finn Bentzen, Elith Nulle Nykjær and Poul Nesgaard (now headmaster of The National Film School of Denmark) and is by many considered to be one of the best television programmes for children ever made in Denmark. After this mini series Bamse got his own weekly tv-series entitled “Bamses billedbog” (1983) set in a completely different enviroment. The big yellow teddy bear Bamse travels to the small distant planet Joakim. Bamse is in a good mood and looks forward to meeting the inhabitants of the planet. Once he arrives he watches television with a strange double-headed animal called Forlæns and Baglæns, one head at a time. Bamse also finds out that the animal likes to drink fruit juice from a bucket. Bamse meets Arthur who is caretaker of all the planets in the sky and travels in a pear-shaped spaceship with the number 42 on it. Arthur is in a mighty hurry, but he takes it easy and tells imaginative stories and teaches Bamse how to bake bread in an oven.

Wow. I’m not sure if you can tell how utterly brilliant it was. But it was truly special. Magic for a little boy’s mind. And Bamse is still alive today. He’s doing this years christmas calendar series on the telly. With Kylling and Ælling and Aske and Luna and so on. It’s not quite the same though. Bamse. Maybe because I’ve grown up. Maybe because the show has grown up and added new characters and things. I wonder if the chimney still falls over when he slams the door?

“Mit rigtige navn det er Arthur / men det er der ingen som ved / Min mor er et glimrende kukur / min far er en gammel planet / Jeg bo’de i Malmø til jeg var 50 / men dér blev jeg aldrig helt rigtig tilfreds / Så brugte jeg lidt af min fantasi / så nu er jeg bare en dreng på 10 / Jeg har lynende travlt / men jeg ta’r den med ro / Fantasien, fantasien, fantasien er go’ / Jeg brugte lidt mere og fik job på en måne / og det var jo sjover’ end hjemme i skolen / Her passer jeg 18 planeter om dagen / for netop for mig er det lige sagen / Jeg har lynende travlt / men jeg ta’r den med ro / Fantasien, fantasien, fantasien er go’”

My knees are getting weak, I can’t believe how much I miss children’s tv. And being a child.

(In English: “My name is actually Arthur / but nobody knows that / My mother is an excellent cuckoo clock / my father is an old planet / I lived in Malmö ’til I was 50 / but I was never quite satisfied there / Then I used a little of my imagination / so now I’m just a ten-year-old boy / I’m busy as lightning / but I take it easy / Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy’s good / I used a little more and got a job on a moon / and that was more fun than in Skaane / Here I look after 18 planets a day / and for me that’s exactly the thing / I’m busy as lightning / but I take it easy / Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy’s good.”)

*falls over*

A picture of Kylling, Bamse and Ælling (Chicken, Teddy and Duckling). Unfortunately not on the planet.

This is much better than what I was going to write about. Living in the past, oh yeah.

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2 Responses to “Gonøf Gronøf”

Katherine Says:
December 17th, 2005 at 9:57 e
If you ever find a dvd of that show and it has English subtitles, let me know. The only foreign kids show I ever saw was Pippi Longstocking and it was so much better than any of our children’s shows – Sesame Street was pretty good but most kid’s tv was terrible. Except for cartoons like Bugs Bunny which was brilliant.

Funny, I just saw Dylan Moran and the way he talks is almost like your quotes from that kids show…stream of brilliant consciousness with a ton of unrestricted imagination. In North America kids get so shut down at an early age.
Sara Says:
December 18th, 2005 at 2:36 e
Hah! I remember! I believe it was the biggest identity crisis to be shown on (danish) television ever, when Forlæns showed Baglæns how to walk… well.. forlæns (or was it the other way around?)
Anyways… it’s a classic! They just stood there… for several episodes! Not being able to move because.. well.. the obvious!

Those were the days….

I’m not really gone… I’ll be back soon… take care ’till then – and say hello to the Techno Kitty!

The Pagemaker

2005-12-14T22:34:00.000+01:00

I am tired and tired. I got up and went to work almost an hour too early. Because I had some private stuff to do in Pagemaker. I should have Pagemaker at home I should. But handy that I have a key for our office so I can go in and do a little moonlighting.

Tired and broken at work. But aaalmost vacation now. Or “hibernation” as I call it.

I have been bullied into going to our christmas party. Sanne asked if I was going. It was the last day to sign up. I said “Naaah I don’t think so” and then they all bullied me and said I should go. Bastards! Sanne said I could just stay for the dinner, didn’t have to stay for all the drunken mayhem. So I caved and signed up. I’m glad they made me do it. Not because I really feel like going to christmas parties, but it’s important to do these things of course. It’s important to face the phobia and get out and do stuff. Last year I was just starting at Kulturgyngen when they had the christmas party. And there was no way I was going to go, too troubled by phobia, too new there. So it’s a good thing that now, a year later, I am able to go. That shows progress.

Apparently Ole found my blog. I don’t think I have mentioned him yet? Since he might read this I will have to say a lot of good things about him of course. Hehe. Well, shouldn’t be hard. He seems like a good guy, pleasant to be around. Funny. We have two new guys starting after the vacation. I hope they’ll be nice guys too. I don’t like all this staff change. It’s hard to get comfortable when new people come all the time. But I guess I can take that as social training too.

It was a beautiful morning yesterday.

Too bad you have to get up so early to see it. Why can’t the sun rise at… oh let’s say 1 pm? When I become president of the world you’re going to see some serious changes to the daylights saving thing.

Got a surprise at the playground too.

Tulle was walking around outside the pen. I’m not sure why. Maybe she just wasn’t getting along with Mathilde, I think there is a little sibling rivalry. But that was nice, because then I could get to hang out with her a little. Scratch and pet her without interference. And you can tell that she’s getting more confident. More used to the playground. She even faced off with Mads a couple of times.

She’s a sweet goat. I like her.

Remember the mud?

That’s Mads avoiding the mud. It’s covered a bit by straws, but trust me it was very muddy. And Mads was perched on that block. Trying to find a secure way to get to the solid ground.

I am tired and hurting. Must finish this. Let’s just have a funny picture of Magnethe.

She gets the funniest look on her face when I scratch her good. Yesterday I was looking at old pictures and videos of her. I can’t believe how tiny she was. She has grown so much.

A while ago someone found my site by googlesearching for “magnethe”. It was from the Spanish google version, I’m not sure exactly what they were looking for. I just thought it was funny that 99% of the results were pictures from my blog. Magnethe rules the google!

So now I go and rest.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 14th, 2005 at 22:34 and is filed under Blogging. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site. Edit this entry.

Lindsay Lohan Monday

2005-12-12T22:12:00.000+01:00

Not too bad a day today. For a Monday the morning was surprisingly pleasant. As pleasant as a morning can be.

Oh yeah. I second that.

Work was fine. Counting down the days till vacation. Five left now.

Had a meeting with my social worker and my boss. I was a little nervous, mainly because it was a new social worker that I had never met before. I was a little worried that he wouldn’t be as understanding as my previous ones. That he’d throw the book at me and go “No more social development, now you take this cleaning job and get up at 5 am every morning, you scumbag”. But luckily that wasn’t the case. He was very nice and sweet. He apologised for not having more things to talk about. And he was very willing to let us continue with things as they are now. Meaning that I work on my social phobia and those kind of things mainly. And I’m going to see if I can find some course, a pc cource probably. Just something so I can experience being in a classroom again. So I can see if I might be ready to think about education again.

Interesting note: He was a Turkish male. Up until now all my social workers have been white females. So he’s breaking the stereotypes, not only in gender but also in ethnicity.

At the playground I discovered that when Mathilde jumps up against the fence then she is roughly as tall as I am. And I can hug her as if she was people.

And she doesn’t mind.

I hug her good.

What a sweetie pie she is.

And so is Belinda. She sent me a beautiful christmas card. How delightful. I am lucky to know such nice people. I wish I could gather you all up and have you here instead of scattered all over the world.

The christmas pressie offer is still open. Send me your address and I’ll send you a treat.

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3 Responses to “Lindsay Lohan Monday”

Valja Says:
December 13th, 2005 at 0:01 e
What adorable pictures :) .
Katherine Says:
December 13th, 2005 at 9:11 e
I want Mathilde to be my mother. What a charming lovely goat she is! I love the way she’s looking right into the camera in that last pic.

Plume, you could make a calendar with the pics you have from the petting zoo. Lots of people are making calendars and selling them on line. You could do that too, I bet. I’d buy one!
Anne Says:
December 13th, 2005 at 14:37 e
Anne Sølvhøj
Ravnkildevej 44, 1. th
9220 Aalborg Øst

Santa Plume

2005-12-11T23:46:00.000+01:00

I am avoiding the subject.

So I was thinking. Anyone want christmas pressies from uncle Plume? Give me your address and I’ll send you something. I don’t mean “I’ll send you a CD or a DVD or a car or something remotely valuable”. I mean “I’ll send you something that I can find lying around the house or I’ll draw you something etc”. So it’s not like I’ll be giving out real presents, I just thought maybe some people would like a seasonal greeting from Denmark. How many people get christmas presents from Denmark? Not a lot. I think. Certainly not if you don’t have Danish relatives. So you can be special. Send me your address if you want to be special. plume (AT) (don’tspamyoujerkfaceREMOVEALLTHISJUNK) plume.dk.

I may fall flat on my face but now I feel all sorts of jolly.

I probably should have thought of this earlier. We’re halfway to christmas already. Oh well, I can always blame the postal service.

Ho ho ho.

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Suicidal Fish #14

2005-12-11T21:34:00.000+01:00

Suicidal Fish with a new look and the same old concept.

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Past ones.
PS. I still love Mutts.

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Kick The Door And Go Face The Light

2005-12-10T23:24:00.000+01:00

This one goes out to all the sinners in the crowd. We all need to be forgiven by someone.

I like pretending that I’m a rockstar. I would make a good singer/songwriter. Except I can’t sing and I never finish anything I write. But that’s not going to stop me. For long.

I have two things to talk about. One light and one heavy. One light and one dark. But I’ll start with the light and see if there’s time for the rest.

It’s funny how different the animals react to mud. The sheep run around in it and don’t care at all. But the goats avoid it at all cost. I think I have mentioned that before, when I read about goats. I remember reading that one of the reasons why goats were so prolific and widespread through humanity’s history might have been because they avoided the mud and filth. And thus stayed healthy.

And you can really see it. Mads was standing in front of me, looking at me. There was a patch of mud between us. I put my hand in my pocket and started rustling the plastic bag I had with food. And he immediately focused his eyes there. And you could see he was speculating. He wanted the food. But he didn’t want to step into the mud. I always like when you can tell that they’re thinking. They’re evaluating the situation. They really are intelligent animals, the goats.

Eventually Mads decided to try and get past the mud. He squeezed himself up against the fence, because that was were the ground was most solid. So he avoided most of the filthy mud and came to me and I gave him a treat.

Yesterday I couldn’t get him to jump over a fence and come to me. There was mud all over on my side of the fence. And no matter how much I tried to lure him with tricks and treats he just looked at me, and then looked at the mud. And then looked at me. And at the mud. And nothing happened. In the summer he would have jumped that fence in two seconds. But he’s scared of the mud, the little terrorist.

Funny how different the sheeps and the goats are when it comes to mud. And then there are the piglets of course. They wallow in it. They dig and roll and have fun in it. It makes me want to jump into the pool of mud and roll around and not care about the fact that adults aren’t supposed to get dirty.

Life is more fun when you don’t play by the rules.

And here’s a horse’s tongue. The horses don’t mind the mud either. It’s a little scary though, when they spot you from a distance and start running towards you. Sliding through the mud almost. Barely able to stop in time. They’re such beautiful animals. I love the variety at the playground. The squeeling piggies, the adorable lambs, the naughty goats, the deep eyes of the horses. So much beauty and sweetnes and cuteness and fun.

That is the light. The dark can wait.

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Vampire Strangler

2005-12-08T22:34:00.000+01:00

It’s a Misty Mondae. No, sorry it’s not.

Yesterday I had the most amazing dream. The kind of dream where you wake up and say to yourself “woah, how the hell does my subconscious come up with this stuff?”. The kind of dream that Hollywood wouldn’t make into a movie because the budget would just be too big. Even with our modern-day supercomputers you still can’t make effects like that.

Of course I don’t remember any of the dream now. Only that Elton John was in it. He was a pretend-bus driver. And he was in the best shape he had ever been.

Also it was a scary dream. No, not because of Elton John. I think parts of the dream were inspired by The Shining. Probably because I had watched this video. Check it out. It’s funny I say. And then check out the Big trailer. Twisted trailers. Very well done.

There’s something I want to write about, but it’s too late tonight. Instead a couple of notes.

I was sitting in the bus and a girl was standing beside me. She looked Pakistani or Indian. She had her hand on the seat in front of me. And on the back of her hand was writing. It said something like “Remember to buy presents for Amanda”. That made me smile. I’m not the most festive type, but christmas reminders written in pen on the back of your hand, that is christmassy to me.

I nearly got in a horrible accident at the playground today. Mads was chewing on my pants. And then somehow he managed to bite me in the.. sensitive area. And no, I’m not talking about the heart. I’m talking about the reproductive organs. Frankly, he bit my scrotum. There’s a word I never thought I’d use in my blog. Luckily he didn’t get a good hold. Haha. Otherwise it could have been ugly. Very ugly. And I could swear I saw a smirk on his face. “That’ll teach you to not give me treats, weak human”.

More pleasantly were the lamb twins.

They may be twins, but they’re not identical. One of them is a little bit bigger. And coincidentally she is also the one who comes up to me and chews and bites and wants raisins. While the smaller one backs off shyly.

It’s a bad picture, but you can see the situation. One twin looking cautiously at me, the other running to me. They’re both cute though.

And now to bed with me.

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The Olsen Gang

2005-12-06T22:34:00.000+01:00

I slept well last night. I needed that.

Not much in the mood for writing though.

But I want to introduce another playground animal. Not a new one. More like a grand old man.

Grand old rooster. This is Olsen.

Olsen walks around on his own and watches life go by at the playground.

I fed him apple today. A piece of apple in my hand. Reaching out to him. And then he pecks at it. And eats it like that. Funny.

Also, the muddy lambs:

I have a fun video from a couple of days ago. When there was still snow on the ground. The lambs running in the snow, with muddy feet. It looked like they were wearing boots or something. His mother was a mudder.

Yeah that’s all for now.

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That Time On The Ledge

2005-12-05T22:20:00.000+01:00

So last night I was thinking of suicide. And it’s funny [ENTRY DELETED]

I sat for a long time with Mads, his head against my chest while I scratched his ears.

Don’t worry, I’m okay. Just tired. Tonight I’d rather sleep.

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One Response to “That Time On The Ledge”

Katherine Says:
December 6th, 2005 at 2:27 e
I hope you were contemplating it the way Stephen Hawking contemplates the universe…a scientist studying a maze. Suicide isn’t in the plan for you….!!!!

P.S. Check out the sheep farm for the latest Curb Your Enthusiasm episode…Larry David dies (temporarily) and goes to heaven where he gets into an argument with his guide and he’s sent back to earth. It’s very funny.

Sounded So Much Prettier In Spanish

2005-12-04T23:12:00.000+01:00

The weekend is slowly running out. I must quickly tell the cat stories before it’s too late.

Cat story number 1:

I wake up the night after Friday. Around 7 am. I guess technically that’s morning, not night. But since it’s weekend I feel comfortable calling it night. Okay. I wake up by something moving on my bed. On top of my legs. There’s something in the room with me…

I don’t panick though. Because I have once in the past gone into my bed room only to find a cat in there. So I figured it was probably a cat this time too. I reached out slowly and turned on my nightlamp. And there it was. A kitty walking over my legs. It jumped down on the floor and looked around. I was still sort of half asleep, half amazed. So I just looked at it as it jumped back up on my bed. And then further up onto the window sill. Where my nightlamp is. The cat looked down on the lamp a little. Then it jumped out of the window and was gone.

It was a very cold night, I wonder if it was looking for a warm place to sleep. Or something to eat. I wouldn’t have minded if it had stayed. I would have even gotten it something to eat. But out into the night it went. I wonder if it was one of the jedi kitties. It didn’t get scared when I turned on the light though. It seemed like it didn’t notice me there at all.

But that was a funny little nighttime encounter.

So yesterday I go shopping in Aktiv Super. That’s just an excuse to go by the playground and see if the animals are out. They weren’t yesterday though. So I disappointedly grabbed my bike and started walking away. Then I heard a soft meow. I looked around, but didn’t see anything. So I started walking again. There it is again. Soft mews. Mew Mew, like the band and that other thing. I dropped my bike against some bushes and started looking around. And sure enough, a cat was walking around outside the playground house.

I went up to it. At first it was looking at me cautiously, backing off a little. But then I reached out my hand towards it and it came to me. Started rubbing up against my legs and letting me cuddle it. Aw. I went and sat down on a bench and it followed me and climbed up in my lap. Started climbing around on me, pushing it’s head into my hands. And I was petting it and cooing to it. What a sweet little cat it was. And pretty.

Pretty kitty.

Lovely.

I sat there for quite a while and just enjoyed it. I could have sat there all day. But then a car arrived. It was Per, who works at the playground. He was coming to show the playground to his parents-in-law. Sweet. The cat walked down to them. I’ve seen the cat at the playground before, I think it knows Per.

It was such a sweet and loving cat. I wish I could have taken it home. It was shivering a bit in the cold at first. But it was so tame, it must be someone’s pet. And I’m not allowed to have cats where I live anyway.

But… I want a cat. I need a kitty of my own. You can tell how starved I am for love and affection when just meeting a little cat makes me so happy.

Let’s not forget the other animals though. The piglets for example.

They’re getting so big. They will probably be leaving soon, no room for all of them. I’ll miss Groucho, he always cracks me up with those “eyebrows”.

One of the twins.

The one that likes raisins. She follows me around and chews at my pants or shoelaces or whatever she can get to. And the other one stays away. One shy, one mini-Mads looking for food.

That’s it. I’m tired and must go to bed. Only two weeks till vacation! OMGZ. That’s going to be so good. Sleep for days. And animals. Maybe snow. And of course the jolly fat guy. No wait, I don’t think dad is coming home this christmas. Haha. Sorry. He’s not fat really, not in this family.

So anyway, zzzzz.

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3 Responses to “Sounded So Much Prettier In Spanish”

Lindsay Says:
December 5th, 2005 at 3:53 e
I get really excited about meeting cats on the street as well. I am always looking for them and secretly hoping they will follow me home. You’re very lucky to have a cat so eager to follow you home that it tracks you down in bed.
Anne Says:
December 6th, 2005 at 3:21 e
Når du får dit eget sted, så køb en voksen kat hos Kattens Værn. De har mange, og de er alle sunde, kastrerede/steriliserede og bare dejlige – jeg kommer hos Kattens Værn her i Aalborg engang imellem, bl. a. når vi fanger vilde sommerkillinger i kolonihaverne om efteråret. Det er nemmere at starte med en voksen kat, for så slipper du for killingebøvlet i første omgang. Og selvfølgelig skal du ha’ en kat.
Steen Brølling Says:
December 22nd, 2005 at 1:22 e
Cats are great! And especially when you, like me, live on your own, and they (it) just can’t leave you alone. It just want’s to touch and be touched all the time.

Really nice. Sure you have to have your own cat. I guess any cat would feel great with an animallover like you :)

Tina Dickow: Concert pictures, Train , Aarhus, 2005-11-25

2005-12-03T22:04:00.000+01:00

Pictures from the Tina show.

Click on them to see the big picture.

I am in awe of her beauty. Those were the best pics, full album here.

Also special temporary bonus

And finally teh funny. It helps if you know that her new album is called “In The Red”.

Yes, Dvdoo. I purchased DVDs today. My poor wallet. But at least I resisted the temptation to buy 7 seasons of Star Trek: Deep Space 9. So I’m not completely broke.

Coming up tomorrow: Two (count them) great cat stories.

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2 Responses to “Tina Dickow: Concert pictures, Train , Aarhus, 2005-11-25”

Danny Says:
December 4th, 2005 at 0:47 e
Nice flix :) LOL “In the bed”? Well, at least it’s better than “Lady in red”…*shivers*
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Dharmatologists In The Mainframe

2005-12-01T23:03:00.000+01:00

It’s December 1st! Merry christmas everybody!

I am thrilled that the snow is still here. Four days it has lasted. The night after it fell I heard trickling water and assumed the snow would be wiped away. But no, it’s still here. Okay, it’s not perfect snow. It’s a mixture of sleet, slush, ice and snow. Or are those synonyms? Anyway, it still looks pretty and it still crunches under my feet. And that makes me happy.

It makes the playground even more enjoyable too. Take something wonderful, and then make it pretty. What do you have? You have something pretty wonderful.

Had a little bad experience at work today, though. A phobia attack. We’re supposed to make some decorations for our christmas party. On the 20th. We’re going to make some hearts with pictures of staff in the center. So I have to go around and take pictures of people with my camera. I could feel that boiling inside. Going around and asking strangers if I could take their picture, that is not easy. Especially since I wasn’t supposed to say that it was for the christmas party. I did anyway, most of the time. It went okay, but it almost made me cry when I was sitting down thinking about it, before I did it. I felt like going home. Running. I guess I should be glad that I didn’t.

Oh and I did get to take a picture of a really cute girl that works in the bar. Haha, I had an excuse yes. “It’s for our christmas party, really. I’m not being creepy”. Speaking of cute bargirls, THE cute bargirl that I had a crush on hasn’t been around for a long, long time. I think she has stopped. Too bad. I must find someone else to have a crush on. Much better to pine from afar than to actually approach a girl.

Finish off with pictures from the playground.

The Buck. It’s hard to get a good picture of him, his head is too dark. And it’s gloomy scandinavian winter now.

A goose loose.

Mads is always photogenic.

I told you about this. Even with a tall fence between us, Mathilde still tries to poke me.

The Prince. Eating my finger, still. Did I say how that started? I read that raisins were good treats for goats. So I gave them some. Then I went and said hello to the Prince, with sticky raisin fingers. And he was licking at them and chewing on them. So I tried slipping him a raisin. And he loved it.

One of the baby lamb twins.

One of them was chewing on my finger today too! How cute. It’s funny to see them grow. You can tell how they get more confident. They don’t run away anymore when you approach them carefully.

And one of them even dared to eat a raisin from my hand. And then consequently started chewing on my fingers to get more. Hehe.

Magnethe was eating ice! Funny. She was chewing away at it. Just a block of frozen ice from on top of the fence. Mads and Mathilde didn’t even give it a second look, but for some reason Magnethe liked to chew on it. That’s my girl. Ice is nice, although I prefer it in drinks.

The Prince. Extremely cuddly. Even though he’s only about a week older than the twins he’s still much bigger. A big lambie. And you can recognise him by those kind of dark hairs on top of his head. A mini afro. Almost.

The bus driver was wearing a santa hat today.

Yes, it’s hard to be a nisse, mand. Festive.

So that’s it. You might also want to check out my post in go_go_goats. It has Mads, the cuddlebug. And me.

That’s it.

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Katherine Says:
December 2nd, 2005 at 9:09 e
If the baby Jesus is ever reincarnated he’ll pick your petting zoo to be born in.

Shiver The Whole Night Thru

2005-11-29T22:23:00.000+01:00

Speaking of lambs jumping in the snow, I updated the video section today.

Lambs in the snow. So now you know.

Also Tulle baahing in the snow. I had good times with Tulle today. When it was feeding time she was the first goat to get inside. And that meant she was the first to come back out. So I got some alone time with her. Gave her some raisins. She seemed to like them a lot. She even jumped up with her front legs on the fence, like the other goats do. She wouldn’t really let me scratch her. But it’s just a matter of finding the right spot so it feels so good that she has no choice. I’m sure she must have a spot like that too.

Finally, Mads, the selfish little terrorist. He makes this odd guttural sound when he knows I’m getting treats from my pocket and the other goats are near. It seems like he can’t decide whether to chase away the other goats or if he should attack my pocket and try to steal the treats instead. It’s only in that specific situation that he makes the sound. When he gets frantic over treats while the other goats are near. I have noticed that the buck makes similar kinds of sounds, but he does it more often. In other situations too. Maybe Mads doesn’t do it so often because he is neutered. Speaking of that, I wonder if Mads’ girly voice is a normal pygmy goat voice. If that’s just how they sound. Or if his voice changed because he got neutered. I’ve never heard other pygmies.

So anyway. Last night I got up and vomitted. Didn’t sleep much. Good times. I could have staid home, but I felt the need to get out. Maybe because there was still snow on the ground. Snow makes me happy. Animals in the snow is the cure for everything.

So there. I hope I can sleep better tonight. Maybe I should count sheep. Or snowflakes.

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In The Snow, In The Snow, Where The Sun Will Never Shine

2005-11-28T21:54:00.000+01:00

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was storming outside. It sounded like rain, but when I looked out of my window everything was white. It was snowing. Probably mixed with rain. Sleet.

Is there anything better than waking up to the sound of snow? It certainly beats waking up to the pain in your neck and back. Ouch. It has been brewing over the weekend. First it was my back, now it is my neck mostly. I guess it’s from the concert on Friday.

Tired and aching. But so pretty outside.

So wonderfully pretty it is. And so heartbreaking cruel to hear the trickling water and knowing it will be gone soon. It’s too early in the year yet for long-lasting snow. But this made my day.

Animals in the snow.

That makes me happy, doubly so.

Mads was walking around on his own, looking for food. I hope the breeding is done soon, so I can have the gruesome threesome of Mads, Mathilde and Magnethe back. They belong together.

Tulle is sweet though. I’m liking her a lot. She reminds me of the shy goat Mathilde used to be. She ate from my hand today, Tulle. I think I could help her get less shy, like I helped Mathilde. But she’ll only be here for a week or two longer. And I can’t really get alone time with her, because every time I go up to the fence Mathilde and Magnethe come running. And when they come then Tulle runs away. She still keeps to herself mostly.

You can see the resemblance though.

If not in the face, then in the body. In the face Tulle almost looks more like Magnethe.

It’s always funny to see the goats at the fence. They stick their faces into every space they can find, poking out their tongues, hoping for treats. And Mathilde is so limber, she can get her front legs all the way up on top of the fence. You know, she likes to poke me to get me to feed her. Even with a fence between us she still gets her leg all the way up there and tries to poke me.

And then of course there are the twins.

I love the way they look up at you, curiously. “What a big sheep you are, even bigger than my mummy!” they must think.

The lighting wasn’t so great, but who cares. Lambs in the snow. Precious. One of my favourite things in the world is seeing lambs jumping in the snow. It is such a mix of cuteness and beauty and happiness and innocence.

And in a world like this, that can’t be bad.

Speaking of things that can’t be bad, and by that I mean Tina Dickow, I got a CD from her in the mail today. Well, from her mother. A promotional single. They had some left over and I was lucky enough to get one. Tina’s mother offered tickets to me for that local concert, you’ll remember. I had to turn them down because of my surgery. But I just think it nicely illustrates that their family must be the nicest family in the world. I am always saying how Tina’s sweetness and kindness is one of the things I remember. And you can see where she gets it from.

Kindness to strangers, that can’t be bad.

Now I must go and tend to my aching muscles. Remind me that I want to talk about light therapy. In case I forget.

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Tina On The Train

2005-11-27T22:52:00.000+01:00

So on Friday I went to see Tina Dickow.

The concert was at Train. It’s sort of a combined night club and concert venue. Down by the harbour, just 5 minutes away from Kulturgyngen where I work. So I knew where I was going. I was early too. I walked around outside, in the night. In the cold. No snow left, but a wintery night nonetheless. I was wearing the scarf that Skye gave me. It always reminds me of her. Of how she found it funny that I had never had a scarf. Even when I was a kid and I’d go out and play in the snow I wouldn’t be wearing one.

But I digress. I got into Train. Smuggling in my camera and minidisc recorder. Although this time the tickets didn’t say anything about recording devices being prohibited. So strictly speaking I wasn’t as much smuggling as… carrying. I had to check my jacket at the entrance though. I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t like it. I feel more comfortable in a jacket. And I look more presentable too. A 1995 Mellon Collie tour shirt isn’t exactly fashionable these days I bet. But the bouncer wouldn’t let people in with their jackets on. I guess that’s the night club way.

And that was really the main negative point about the evening. The night club setting. My firsts concerts have all been in pretty big, fairly open places where people came to hear the music and nothing else. In Train there were people drinking and laughing and talking loudly.

Vi skåler med vores venner
og dem som vi kender
og dem som vi ikke kender
dem skåler vi med

Drinking chants. Also there were bars on both sides of the room, so I couldn’t go and stand off to the side against the wall. Instead I went upstairs. On the balcony. There was a bar there too, of course. But I could go off to the corner and have a nice view down to the stage.

I am still not ready to stand in the middle of the big crowd on the central floor. I just can’t do that. In time, I hope. But not yet. I liked my spot though. Good view. But also so far away that all the drinking patrons were disturbing. Sitting and talking in the bar, it just isn’t right to me. Go to a pub or something. One of the encores was so quiet and gentle that I couldn’t hear a thing of it. Bands should give private concerts to me, that way I could have center stage and not be disturbed by people who want to have fun. Psssh, fun. I’m not jealous just because I have to hide alone in the corners, nope. Not at all.

My spot was right under the air conditioner. Literally, that big pipe under the ceiling. Nice and cool. And helped against the smoke.

All of the little annoyances faded away when the lights dimmed and Tina came out on the stage. That’s what I was there for. Cigarettes, beer and smalltalk be damned. The music is what filled the room.

And it was a great performance. Tina is great. The band is great. A beautiful act of mutual creation.

The highlight for me was her cover of In The Army Now. Which I gather she hadn’t played since 2001. It was very beautiful. Even with the drunken chorus chant from the bar.

Some people came and stood almost in front of me at one point. So I had to move. But then the air conditioner pipes got in the way. So I had to sort of hunch down. Or stand behind the people and look over their shoulders. Halfway through the concert it occured to me that I could actually sit down under the pipes. Perfect view of the stage. I should have sat there all night.

A beautiful show. Tina makes me happy. It feels special, to know her in some tiny way. It takes everything to a new level, seeing her on the stage. And I love the way she has made her career. In a time where it seems like you have to be a product to be succesful. She has worked her way to where she is now. No shortcuts.

I can’t say enough good things about her. You should go see her if you get the chance. She will be opening for A-ha in England in December. Tour dates. Do me a personal favour and go see her.

I wish I could have talked to her after the show, just to say hi and tell her how great it was. But I guess everyone would want to do that. There was some guy on her official forum who managed to do it, but I don’t know if that was backstage or if she went in the bar afterwards or something. I figured I didn’t have a chance so I exited to catch my bus. It took around 20-25 minutes to get out. I was smashed up in the middle of the crowd, everyone trying to get out and get their clothes in the wardrobe. The good thing is that I didn’t feel the phobia. I had people pressed up against me, the queue moving slowly, sloooowly. But I didn’t panic or anything. It was just annoying.

Also I think I had my first homosexual experience ever. And my first heterosexual since Skye. Seriously. I felt like two asses and three boobs. If you ever feel that you need some physical contact, just go stand in a queue at Train. Or just if you want to be molested.

All in all it was a great time. I didn’t care much for the setting. But Tina and the music was worth it. She is beautiful beyond this world, her songs are gentle and swinging. Always a good time.

Siiiigh.

More pictures and videos in the works. Now it’s getting late and I must rest, for the future is around the corner.

Sorry it took so long, Danny! Haha. Don’t worry about the goats, their fur gets thicker in the winter. They’ll be fine. If you start a Tina posse, I’ll be there fair and square.

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Katherine Says:
November 28th, 2005 at 7:58 e
I visited TD’s web site and listened to a few tracks from “Far” – her new mini album. I’d like to buy it when it hits amazon.com. She has a beautiful voice and I like her guitar work. I didn’t realize her music was in English. She reminds me of someone but I can’t think of who right now.

Sometimes bars are really lousy places for musicians. Depends on the music, I guess. There’s a pub here that features blues acts from all over the world called The Yale and most of the time the audience is very much in sync with the musicians. It’s a small traditional kind of pub… The best place I’ve ever listened to live music was New York City. There are many venues and everyone seems to be very respectful.
Danny Says:
December 1st, 2005 at 4:19 e
:D Sounds like you had the best time. I would’ve been there as well but I’m always too late, and of course the tickets were all sold by the time I got around to looking :(I did get to see her the week before though, so it’s all good :)Did they do “So Long Hearts” as the encore? Is that the one you were talking about, when you said the crowd were drowing it out? Cos when they did that at the concert I saw, it was so ace. I would love to say it was the best song, but really…all of them were the best, haha!Oh, also…I saw “Far” on http://www.imusic.dk . They have it in stock for some reason, even though it wasn’t released in Denmark. You had that on your Amazon wishlist and I thought I would let you know, cos it might be easier(possibly cheaper? definitely quicker) to get it when there aren’t international shipping charges and import taxes to worry about…cheers mate!

Off To See The Tina

2005-11-25T19:49:00.000+01:00

Guess what?

It snowed today! Yay. I love the snow, the pretty, cold diamondfillings. Winter’s first snow, it’s always a treat. Okay, it didn’t snow a whole huge lot. But to me any snow is good snow.

I hope there will be more. Although I must remember to dress more sensibly. I was freezing my ears off as I stood and watched the goats in the snow.

That’s Tulle. With twin sister Mathilde in the background, looking on.

So that was quite a nice surprise today. And tonight I’m going to see Tina Dickow, live in concert. Hopefully that will all go smoothly and I’ll have a good time. I must admit that I’m not feeling much like staying out late, I’d rather snuggle up in bed and sleep. But it’s Tina, so it will be worth it. Plus, the new Plume doesn’t avoid things. Nope. The new Plume faces his fear etcetera.

Speaking of Tina, I got a comment from Uffe. From our old class. On the googling old classmates post. I think he and Tina were something of an item back then. Thanks for the comment, Uffe! I remember you clearly. Well, as clearly as you can remember someone through a haze of 10 odd years.

But enough about the past. Tonight is the future, tomorrow is the day after. Etcetera. Off to see the show, tell you all about it later.

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Danny Says:
November 26th, 2005 at 21:35 e
Wow…my brother said it had snowed, but I wasn’t awake to see it before it was gone. That’s the problem with Danish winter, it’s only great for a few moments and then it all turns to slushy and cold darkness. Much like other things in life :(
Don’t you think the goats get cold though? Or will their fur protect them? I wish I had fur. That would be fully cool. I haven’t really ever met a person who had fur. Hair, sure, but fur? Hmm.
Err yeah, I was going to wait with the comments until you had posted about your concert experience but since I’m so impatient, I’ll just start off early, hehe. I
Danny Says:
November 26th, 2005 at 21:35 e
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Danny Says:
November 26th, 2005 at 21:36 e
hey :( this thing wont let me post anymore than that. i’m sorry lasse, i didn’t mean to stuff up your comments system :(

here’s the last bit:

I heart Tina Dickow :D
Random Tina D google searches are what brought me here, actually. I’ve just been to a concert with her myself so I’m irritating the piss out of everyone by talking about it constantly hehehe. She’s so great though :)
And I’ve forced everyone to buy her new cd. Fancy starting a Tina posse, Lasse? We can collect “dummebøder” from people who don’t show the love! :D

Alright, in case you were wondering, I’m Danish myself and living in Aarhus but I just felt like writing this in English…cos your blog is in English…and all that…

Either way, I’m looking forward to reading about the concert, so hurry up, will ya mate?

Cheers from Danny :D (who is very excited, could you tell? haha)

Lambattack

2005-11-22T22:41:00.000+01:00

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I just can’t help it.

Look at their little faces don’t you just want to hug and squeeze and love them forever and ever?

Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Let’s take Mathilde’s twin instead.

Tulle.

I think she’s feeling more at home now. She eats from my hand, comes up curiously. She does keep to herself still though. If the other goats approach her then she’ll usually back off. The buck is much more confident, he’ll get in there and butt around with the others.

Happy Thanksgiving? I think. I would like to give thanks for the baby lambie jambies. And for you guys, for you’re jolly good fellows.

Three videos of the lamb twins.. Awesomely cute. I love their little baby baahs, it’s so schweet.

I can’t help myself.

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Because You’re Gorgeous I’d Do Anything For You

2005-11-21T22:52:00.000+01:00

There is no such thing as too much cute.

Yeah, sorry. But it’s not my fault. I didn’t make the rules. It’s right there, rule #6; Thou Shalt Post A Billion Pictures Of Lamb Twins.

Who am I to argue?

Also a couple of pictures for my goat community.

Mathilde through the fence.

Why must they keep us apart, oh why? Starcrossed lovers. Or well, the hazelnuts probably is a factor too.

Let’s not forget the third lamb. The Prince.

Fy og Bi. He was humping the twins. He was. I swear. He’s what, two weeks old? Isn’t it a little early? They grow up so fast.

I’ve had a decent day today. For a Monday. I was almost not tired. Had enough to do at work. And then all the wonderful animals at the playground. Not half bad.

I have, however, not read The Little Prince or Kammerat Napoleon. I blame my teacher. And everyone else but myself.

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Anne Says:
November 22nd, 2005 at 2:15 e
Den lille prins er også en bog at få forstand af – specielt fortællingen om det af være tam. Der er dog ikke så meget om geder – den tamme med den smerte og det savn, der må betales for at elske nogen, er en ræv.

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH RESISTANCE!!!

2005-11-20T22:28:00.000+01:00

If you haven’t seen them yet, then please do scroll down and see the two earlier entries. About twins and young Mads. They are full of cuteness.

Today there is not much. I’m enjoying the last gasps of the weekend. And here are three pictures taken in the evening or night:

We only come out at night, the days are much too bright.

Also I have been seeing this sticker different places around town:

On trash cans and signs and such. I wonder what that is all about. I bet it’s some underground terrorist army getting ready to overrun us all. Maybe. In any case, I’m expecting resistance.

Today I made a goat community on livejournal. Because I love goats and I would like to share that love with others. I am not expecting it to be a success though. It will probably die a slow, painful death. But now you can’t say I didn’t try. If you’re a livejournal user and you like goats, or you just want to make me happy, then please do join and contribute and promote and be happy, for god’s sake be happy!

If you only listen to one thing I say, then let that be that.

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Mads Is On Top Of Things (pun)

2005-11-19T22:48:00.000+01:00

So yesterday was the 25th anniversary of the playground. I went and had a piece of cake and some tea. I only stayed for about an hour though. I didn’t really feel at home, sort of caught between the grownups and the kids. Not quite able to make conversation with the adults, and too old for the kids.

I sat at the kid’s table. Haha. Well, there were no seats left at the adult table. And there were no kids at the kid’s table. So I just sat there with my tea. When some of the adults left, a nice woman asked me if I didn’t want to sit at the grownup table. Heh. That was nice. I like when people recognise me as an adult, because I don’t always look or feel like it.

It was just a small, thing, not too many people. But okay social training. And I did get one really great thing from it. I got to see pictures of Mads when he was young. Ohohoh. I have been wanting to see that so much.

Aw lookit him! Mads the kid! Isn’t he adorable? I just want to pick him up and hug and squeeeeeze him. Those things in the foreground are pens. Magic marker type pens. For scale. So you can see how tiny he is.

And you can understand why he is so used to getting his own way. Grown up being the centre of attention, loved and hugged by everyone. Kurt told me a great story about him. When he was just a kid he was the only goat at the playground. And there was only one sheep too. That was Fregne by the way, who just got those two lovely twin lambs. But back then it was just Mads and Fregne. And Mads lived on Fregne. Yes, that’s how Kurt described it. Mads would actually sit and and stand on top of Fregne! Have you ever heard anything so amazing? I love it. When they came and opened in the morning Fregne would stand up. And Mads would be lying on her back. And he’d stand up too. And Fregne would walk out, with Mads standing on her back. Can you begin to fathom the wonderfulness of that scenario?

If you think I’m making it up, look at this:

Isn’t that just the absolutely greatest thing in the world? I just just just love it so much. My wonderful Mads. Oh how I wish I had been there when he was such a small, cute litlte scamp. But at least I have seen the pictures now.

Maybe my great love for Mads is making me enjoy it too much. But tell me, dear neutral reader, am I wrong? Or isn’t that just a wonderful story and picture?

It’s hard to believe he was ever that small. Now he’s such a fat terrorist, yes he is. I just want to talk to him in baby pludder, yes I do. Yes I do.

Oh mercy.

Oh, and Katherine, I completely know what you mean about Magnethe. She has grown a lot, she’s almost as big as Mathilde now. But she’s still my little girl. I can’t even think of that buck going near her, it will traumatize me. Why do they grow so fast, our little ones?

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3 Responses to “Mads Is On Top Of Things (pun)”

traci Says:
November 20th, 2005 at 2:04 e
aww that is awesome lasse =)
Katherine Says:
November 20th, 2005 at 2:09 e
That is an amazing photo of Mads and Fregne. What a wonderful sheep she is to have let Mads do that! He must have been a handful as a baby…just as big of a handful as he is now! I wonder how goats and elephants would get along…I bet they’d be just fine. Animals seem to get along for the most part…and humans…they start wars because they wear different head gear!
Anne Says:
November 21st, 2005 at 1:09 e
Dejligt billede. Kan du huske geden i Kammerat Napoleon, som du helt sikkert læste i skolen?

Horny Goats

2005-11-18T23:36:00.000+01:00

Ahlritey then. Let’s see if we can get this show on the road. Let me take you back. Way back. Back to Tuesday.

I was walking around the corner, towards the new goat fold. Through the wooden planks I spotted a blur of white. And thought to myself “Ah, there’s Mathilde”. Then I spotted another blur of white. And thought to myself “Hey, there’s… what?!”. A new goat. I thought at first that it would be Mathilde’s sister. But when I walked up close I could see it was a male.

The new buck.

Here with Mathilde. He doesn’t have a name, although they call him “bette ski’”. Which I won’t translate. He’s the son of “bette fis”, another buck they have had at the playground.

I will call him Buck. Because that seems to be a good name for a buck.

Per with Mathilde and Buck. I talked to him about the new guy. I have been talking a lot with the people at the playground, it’s nice.

He said that he didn’t know if I should go into the fold. Buck seemed nice enough. But the smell was bad. I didn’t actually notice the smell at first. But then it came to me. Powerful. If you’ve met a buck then you probably know the smell.

Truth to be told I don’t mind the smell that much. But if I’d gone in there with them then I’d end up stinking too. So I stayed out. Even from just scratching his head I still came home with a buckish odour on me.

He seems like a nice goat though. I was expecting some testosterone pumped crazy animal, charging at everything. But he was pretty calm. Sometimes when Magnethe or Mathilde came close to him he’d start sputtering these weird sounds, with his tongue out, almost licking them on their backs. And then mounting them. Magnethe did not seem thrilled. She butted him away several times. Mathilde didn’t have a problem with it though. She let him get up there and didn’t make a sound. She would butt him sometimes when they were walking around, but she didn’t push him off or anything. Love at first sputter.

With the new buck there, what happened to Mads? He was supposed to go off to fat camp, you’ll remember. But plans changed. With the new goat fold Buck and Mads can be kept separate. So Mads has been allowed to stay at the playground. Good for him. And me. I asked Kurt how long they were expecting Buck to stay. And he said that it might be to the middle of December. So that’s a month or so. Longer than I was expecting. I wouldn’t have been happy if Mads had been gone for a month. I’m glad he’s staying.

Although it’s not perfect for him of course.

He was walking around outside, looking in to the others. Per said you could see he wasn’t happy about it because his tail was down.

I didn’t see any real aggression between Buck or Mads. At one point Mads was sort of butting up against the planks while Buck was on the other side. But other than that they didn’t seem overly interested in each other. It seemed to me that they could actually be okay together, in the same fold. But I don’t know. Maybe it was the wooden fence that kept the tempers down.

He has to be on his own inside too. But he’s being a trooper. And everybody keeps saying that he’s lucky to have me to keep him company. Hehe. I feel appreciated.

I was starting to wonder why Mathilde’s twin sister wasn’t there. I had been told she would come together with the new buck. But before I got around to asking anyone, I noticed more new animals. Over the fence, past the path, over the next fence. Polka and the Prince were grassing. But they had company.

Aw! Baby lambies! Twin baby lambies. It’s almost too cute.

I love lambs when they are so young. They’re like puppets of ultimate cuteness. Their looks and sounds are almost unreal. It’s like they are born from a universe of cuteness and they are still adjusting to our, less wonderful, universe. Like they have to tone down their cuteness to fit into our world.

They were named while I was there. By suggestion of a girl called Shermin, I think. I’m not sure of the spelling. But she’s one of my favourite kids, she’s been featured in several pictures previously. Being butted by Magnethe for example. I like her. Anyway, she was tormenting Kurt. “Can’t they be called Camilla and Mille, can’t they can’t they can’t they?”. And he finally gave in. So that’s Camilla and Mille. The mother is called Fregne. Which means “freckles”. She’s a playground veteran. She had lambs at the playground last year too. She looks thinner than Polka. And older. I guess she is.

And the lambs were bouncing around. Like pop corn popping. It never fails to make me laugh, the way they seem to be incapable of not spontaneously jumping around.

So that was a good day.

Then fast-forward to the next day. I go to say hello to Buck and the gang. And this time there are three blurs of white. Mathilde’s twin sister has arrived!

Let me introduce you to Tulle.

There she is. I remember when I was first told that Mathilde had a twin sister, I wrote that I wondered if I would be able to tell them apart. Well, they don’t seem to be identical twins so it’s rather easy.

In fact, I wouldn’t have guessed that they were sisters if I didn’t know. The beard is especially different. Maybe Mathilde gets hers trimmed. I didn’t even think female goats had that same kind of beard. Like Buck. But Tulle does have one.

I wonder if Mathilde knows that Tulle is her sister? If they can recognise each other. I’m not sure. They have been apart for years so I would guess not. Tulle seemed to keep to herself mostly. Her first day in a new place, it’s understandable.

Sitting down, away from the others. She seemed a bit shy. But not like Mathilde used to be. Mathilde used to be almost scared, not letting anyone close. Tulle just seemed.. apprehensive. Not really scared. Probably just the adjustment to a new place, with lots of strange kids around. That must be different from a farm, I imagine. Very.

I wanted to feed her, but I’m not sure she understood the concept. She was standing on the other side of the fold, looking at me like she didn’t understand. Even though I was holding out some treats. Then I threw a couple of nuts to her. And she sort of moved over to investigate them. And I threw some more, closer to me. So she moved closer. And then she came all the way over to me and started sniffing my hand. But she didn’t take any of the apple slices I was now holding to her. I think she would have, though. But then Mathilde and Magnethe came out of the hatch. And they know the score when a person is holding out food. They race over and eat it. And Tulle walked away. Not used to competing with other goats for treats, probably.

I like her. She seems quiet and gentle. And just the fact that she’s Mathilde’s twin sister makes me all kinds of happy. It’s sweet.

I still didn’t go into the fold. I miss playing with Magnethe. I think she missed it too.

That fence is really high, I’m amazed she can get her legs all the way up there.

That’s Buck and Magnethe inside, in the flash. I don’t think you can tell by the pictures but Buck actually looks a little like someone from Planet of the Apes. Dr Zaius, maybe.

He’s a lucky guy, Buck. He gets three fine ladies to impregnate. I did hear them say that. I thought Magnethe was too young. But I guess not. I bet a lot of goats would kill to be in Buck’s place, though. One barely legal and two twins. What goat would turn down that?

I’m just looking forward to Magnethe getting a brother or sister. Aw.

Sister talk. Mathilde on the left, but I’m sure you can tell them apart too. Otherwise you must study my goats closer!

They really don’t look like twins to me. Hmm. But then, what do I know about goat genetics?

The lambs cuddling up together. There really is nothing like twins.

Prince seems gigantic compared to them. But he is still a little lamb at heart. He will eat away at anything, according to Kurt. He’s very curious.

But oh Camilla and Milla. So cute, playing together. They played with Prince too, but not for too long then they’d be pushed away.

Gah. Aren’t they lovely?

I love how they stay close. Just like Black and White did. Whenever one sits down, the other one comes and sits next to her immediately.

The Prince sitting by himself.

I have been having mood swings these past few days. But the playground has been a light of pure joy. Wonderful animals. It’s always great when there’s “new blood”. Especially when it’s as cute as the lambs. And as sweet as the twin. And as smelly as the buck.

And they’re all great subjects of conversation. I have been registered too, at the playground. I guess every year they have a two-week period where they have to register all their visitors. For the statistics. So the government can see how many people use the playground, and therefore how many funds they are granted.

If I won a million bucks I’d grant the playground a big pile of cash. It’s a great place with great people and it does a lot of good for a lot of kids. And me.

So anyway, now I’m tired and you are probably tired of all the pictures and so on. So I’ll end it here. Tomorrow (probably) I’ll tell you how the playground anniversary went today. And I also have an amazing anecdote about a young Mads. Along with one of the greatest pictures you’ll ever see of him. You should look forward to that.

Oh yes, before I go a quick little something from work today. I’m working on the flyer/poster for December. One of the acts is a choir group called “Happy People”. Or so I thought. I gave the stuff to Mianne, our booker, today so she could check all the acts and see if there were any mistakes. She came back with a couple of corrections. One of them… “they aren’t actually called Happy People, they’re called Horny People. Which is something quite different”. She said. Anders laughed out loud. I felt like saying “Well it’s not that different”. But I just laughed along with the others.

Also, close to work there’s a daycare center. Vuggestue=daycare center, right? Yes I think so.

It’s called Vuggestuen Graven. Graven is the name of the street its on. But it also means “the grave”. So it’s “The Daycarecenter The Grave”. A sort of baby version of Cradle 2 The Grave. It’s kind of a spooky place to send your kids to daycare, isn’t it? The Grave. Creepy.

Anyway, that’s it. Happy weekend to you all. Let love shine your way, from the cradle to the grave. And that bit in between.

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2 Responses to “Horny Goats”

Katherine Says:
November 19th, 2005 at 4:49 e
The lambs are AMAZING. I’m kinda sad that Magnethe is of age for dating…she’s still a BABY! *sob*
Milla Says:
November 19th, 2005 at 10:54 e
Camilla and Milla!!! Gosh, those two are adorable little snowflakes :))) It’s snowing over here in Lithuania, I’m wondering if you’re already having that too.

Have a good day amigo,
Mills

My Parents Didn’t Told Me About It

2005-11-17T22:18:00.000+01:00

I have 48 pictures from the last 3 days. 29 videos. 5 new animals to introduce you to. And a partridge in a pear tree.

So there’s a big playground post coming up. I’m still working on it though. Yesterday I was tired, with a massive headache. The headache followed me into the evening and stopped me from getting a good night’s sleep. I got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. Sat there in the dark massaging my neck and shoulder. It’s hard to massage yourself, you know. Especially in the dark. Half asleep. I also took some aspirins. It helped. I slept well after that.

It’s been a tired couple of days. But the new excitements at the playground keep me flying high. You wouldn’t believe the cuteness. But you will, soon enough.

And tomorrow is the playground anniversary, so I’ll probably have even more to update about. It’s a full-time job, being a blogger is. Too bad the pay is lousy.

On the other hand, I have two pairs of twins coming up. Everybody loves twiiiins.

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Now You’re On Your Own

2005-11-15T23:25:00.000+01:00

There’s a big playground update in the works. But I need to process the photographic evidence. And I’m tired. So it will have to wait for tomorrow, probably. For today just a little about work and therapy.

Today was the final therapy session. Not really a therapy session though. Just Signe and I, going over the plan for the future. Expanding on the stuff we did last time. And now it’s done. The therapy. There will be a followup meeting in February with the whole group. But other than that I’m on my own now.

But I have a good plan with lots of concrete things to do. And I have methods to use. And I have the email addresses of the other people in the group. And the phone number to the anxiety clinic if I need help.

Lots to work on. That’s good. I must admit that I could probably use more group sessions, just to be kept at it. On my own I have a tendency to fall back into isolation and avoidance. But part of the plan is to get in touch with a self-help group or youth network place. Get some support that way.

First and foremost I have to write down an actual plan. With dates and stuff. And then I’ll take it from there.

Today at work I was watching the video of Prince eating my finger before I left for therapy. Sanne walked by and watched it too. She said “maybe you should be living on a farm?”. Hehe. She’s seen some of my goat videos too.

She asked if I had animals myself. And I told her that I hadn’t. And about planning to move and getting a cat. And such. Good little social interaction.

Yesterday Anders walked by while I was watching the goats jumping. And he asked about it. Where it was. Sounded like he knew goats. I said that the fence couldn’t hold them away from me. And he said “no, and if it could then they’d just eat it”. Hehe. And I said that they’d eat anything they could get close to yes. And he said “yeah and when they have eaten that then they’ll eat whatever is next to anything they get close to”.

See, more examples of how the animals at the playground help my social training. It’s nice downloading my videos at work too. If I feel bad or tired it always cheers me up to watch Mads, Mathilde and Magnethe.

That’s all for today. Coming up soon: No less than 4 new wonderful creatures at the playground.

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Hatchelor Pad

2005-11-14T22:50:00.000+01:00

I woke up this Monday morning. Barely.

I had slept okay, but for some reason I was still tired. Let’s call the reason, oh, “morning”. But still, unusually tired. And I had this strange image in my head. Like a lingering dream. It was a magazine page. In English. With pictures of kittens in tea cups. And text in English. It was odd. I was awake but I could still see this dream image clearly. I could actually read the text on the magazine page. The captions to the kitten pictures.

I can’t remember something like that happening to me before. I wasn’t thinking of the image. It was just there. In my head.

I went and took a shower. A long shower. Sitting down and letting the warm water cascade down on me. Closed eyes. And more images rolling by. Like one of those machinations you have as a kid. You know, you hold it up to your eyes and then you pull down on the little lever and the picture changes. Pictures rolling by your eyes.

It really felt like I was dreaming while I was awake. Like there was still a line open to my subconscious. Somebody forgot to hang up the phone after the conversation was over. And little sounds dripped into reality.

But it did not make me less tired. I missed the bus. I couldn’t think straight. I was halfway down to the bus stop when I realized that I had left the house too late. Not “late” like “I’m in a hurry cause I’m late”. No, I hadn’t been in a hurry, my brain just decided to fool me into thinking that I was on time.

I went back and called work to say I’d be late. Then I made a sleepdrunk livejournal update with more Harry Potter mumbling. Thank you for the nice words on yesterday’s madness, by the way. I wasn’t fishing for compliments, just pondering the luck of those charmed people who get everything handed to them because they are the main characters. Madness for the sake of it. I don’t mind being Neville, I just hope we get to book 5 soon.

Oh I remember something from the dream. The part before I woke up anyway. Eels were playing. I love Eels. I was climbing on some complicated rope bridge to get to them, but when I got there they were gone and some odd happysuperparty band was playing instead.

That was supposed to be my day. All tired and nothing else. But then a new development at the Barn.

A new fold. Or whatever you call it. A new little area fenced in. They were working on it in the rain last week. And I was wondering what it was for. But I forgot to ask. Today it was all done, and it was for the goats.

See the opening in the wall? It’s a hatch into the goats’ stables. So they can go in and out like they want. And they are contained without having to be tied up.

And they can always nip in for a little snack o’hay.

Or just enjoy the view. I had fun with Magnethe. It was nice that she wasn’t tied up. We played our little game. The “Magnethe tries to butt me in the shins while I spin around myself and try to avoid her” game. Mathilde wanted to play it too. They might almost be the same size now, but Mathilde is still a lot stronger. Luckily she didn’t butt very hard. But Magnethe, oh boy. She was racing around getting all frantic trying to push me over. Haha.

And we are still the best of friends. Even though I am a pale, dead-tired zombie. Despite the fact that there is a nice bench, I just had to go sit on the ground, next to the hatch. To be close to her.

Hay to eat outside too.

A nice little place for them.

Oh yes, as you can see Mads is still there. I’m not sure when he’ll be going away on vacation exactly, but it’s still planned for. Maybe the new fold is so the new buck will have a nice place to get it on with Mathilde. A bachelor pad or something.

The Prince and Polka were outside, walking around. I think they were a little jealous of the new place. Also The Prince decided to go chasing a hen. Twice he did it. He’d run after it, halfway out the path to the horses. Then he’d stop. I think he realized he was getting too far away from mommy, because he came racing back to be at her side. And then 15 minutes later the exact same thing happened, chasing the poor, frightened hen and then racing back to mommy. He’s going to be quite the hunter when he grows up.

The playground anniversary is on Friday. Tomorrow is the individual therapy session, the end of the treatment. For now. Tina Dickow concert coming up the 25th.

Etcetera.

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Katherine Says:
November 15th, 2005 at 10:05 e
Magnethe’s ears are so silky looking. They’re always perfectly coiffed like she’s just been to the eardresser. hehe. Here’s very funny photo.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/noahstone/39396636/

Love Thy Neighbour. Wreck His Car.

2005-11-13T22:58:00.000+01:00

Harry Potter is on the telly. The first one. I never watched it. Never read any of the books either. For once I’m outside the madness, looking in.

I’m half-watching it now. What I have noticed is that the CGI effects seem rather dodgy. It doesn’t look like the big budget amazatronics I was expecting. I guess the movie is getting a bit on in years, maybe it’s just the age showing. Or maybe I’m being overly critical. I don’t really like Harry, you see. He’s what? 11? And everybody loves him. Oooh he’s so special bla bla. I don’t like kids like that. If I went to school with Harry then I’d be his dorky friend. Or no, I guess I wouldn’t. Because the dorky friend would still serve a purpose and be useful in the end and have some fans after all. I’d be the quiet geek in the corner who was trying not to get noticed while everyone else was fighting trolls and impressing teachers with their magic skills. I wouldn’t make it into the books except in “Harry ran through a class room full of boys”. That would be me, somewhere in there.

And you know, it’s not fair. I may not be a child prodigy. I might not be gifted. I might not have a great talent for magic. I might not be in any prophecies, I might not be the chosen one who will bring balance to the force. I might not be the one that all the girls write fanfic about. I might not win the quidditch match even though I have never played it before. I might not be ever-so-special. But that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve love. Just because I’m not the main character in the story, or life, doesn’t mean you can just ignore me. I’M HERE. I might be below average and I might be out of the story by book 2, but I will not be forgotten.

Damn I’m inside the madness again.

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Lindsay Says:
November 14th, 2005 at 4:07 e
You could be Neville. He’s sort of not very cool, and awkward (which is not to make this out to be a bad thing- oh goodness, I am digging myself into a corner), and totally comes from the middle of nowhere in the fifth book and kicks ass and saves Harry’s super special gifted self. I like Neville.

J.K. Rowling is always turning seemingly innocuous characters into heroes or villains or otherwise crucial-to-the-story types.

And really, Harry needs all the help he can get. The kid’s charismatic and has a scar, but Hermione is really the brains and driving force in that friendship.
Rebecca Says:
November 14th, 2005 at 6:43 e
I completely agree with Lindsay!

Also, I have to note, I think the movies do a real disservice to the books. The books are really well written with great character development, and the movies don’t even come close to that. You kind of get the “idea” of what happens in the stories, but 90% is left out. It can be fun to watch some of what happens if you’ve read the books, but I don’t recommend them to anyone as a way to see the stories. The books are the way to go.

(For example, in the movies, he definitely does come across as some especially magical “chosen one” special kid. In the books, he’s generally a normal kid (as far as people who go to wizard schools are), barely scraping by in his classes, with some abnormally large amount of bad crap happening to him. He’s not “universally loved” or wonderfully gifted in all areas… sometimes it seems he’s universally hated, though, heh. He gets by a lot with the help of his friends.)

Wow, I’ve written a lot more than I expected I would about Harry Potter.
But, my recommendation- skip the movies, read the books. Watch the movies later, if you’re then inclined.
Rebecca Says:
November 14th, 2005 at 6:44 e
p.s. You are super special, and better than Harry Potter, because you’re REAL! He’s just some paper and words. =D
Anne Says:
November 14th, 2005 at 16:35 e
Nu ved jeg ikke, om du er på fisketur, men mine medskribenter har ret. Din måske allerbedste egenskab er, At der er trygt omkring dig. Du skræmmer ikke hverken folk eller fæ, for nu at citere WC Fields. Og læs nu Harry Potter – på engelsk selvfølgelig, for ordmæssigt er hun næsten ligeså stærkt kørende som du. Det var også en kompliment.

Finger-Licking Good

2005-11-12T22:25:00.000+01:00

Aw, the sweetest thing happened at the playground today.

The Prince thought I was food!

Hehe. I was petting his head and he was sniffing my hand. Instead of running away scared, like last week. And then he started chewing on my fingers. So cute.

I was apprehensive at first. Wasn’t sure how hard a little lamb could bite. But he couldn’t bite hard enough to hurt me, even though he was chewing his little heart out. How utterly adorable.

I made a video too.

Rewind to yesterday. It was raining. I bought a towel in Aktiv Super and went and sat down with the goats in the rain.

I bought some raisins too. Remember the Bird! guy from usenet? I read that he had given his goat raisins as a treat. So I figured I’d try that. Magnethe loved them. Mathilde not so much at first, but I think that was just because she’s crazy for hazelnuts. I could almost see it on her face. “What’s this? That’s not a nut! Gimme nuts! Gimme gimme gimmeeee!”.

Mads liked them okay. He seemed quite subdued though. By the rain I guess. Magnethe and Mathilde were tied, Mads free. But he didn’t move around much. He mostly stayed on this here stone:

(Wow, that’s a bad thumb. Click on it to see the proper picture)

In one of my goat researches I read that goats don’t like mud. Just like they don’t like rain. Looked like Mads wanted to stay out of the mud yeah. Even when I started feeding them he would stay on the stone. So I could actually sit down and feed all three goats in turn without having a crazy Mads running around and chasing the others away to get all the food for himself. Now I’ve tried everything.

When the goats get wet they dry themselves like dogs do. You know? They shake themselves so the water is blown off. I got hit multiple times. And I swear Mathilde hit me once on purpose. She was standing next to me, facing me. Looking at me. Then she turned around and had her side to me. And then she shook so I got a little involuntary shower there.

“That’s for holding out on me, nut-boy”.

Of course it didn’t really matter because I was already getting wet from the rain.

Today it’s Saturday. That means the playground is closed. But if I time it right I can still get in and see the animals inside. Which is where The Prince was eating my finger of course. It’s more fun to be with the goats outside, but being inside at least I get the funny sights of goat heads greeting me.

Peek-a-boo.

I see you. And that’s what you get when you point your flash straight in their faces. Blue eyes.

They finished all the food in that bucket, and somehow it got turned around and they started using it as a stepping stone to get up and see if I had any food for them.

It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, but no one says you can’t walk in your food I guess.

Last Tuesday, when I came late from therapy, Per was joking that they could make up a bed for me in there. Hehe. I would actually kind of like to spend the night in there. See how the goats sleep and act at night when no humans are around. Although that might be difficult since I am allegedly a human.

Hey, people let their cats and dogs sleep in their beds, what could be wrong in spending a night in a goat stable?

Ah, well. Don’t answer that.

I made videos of Magnethe. And I made more videos of Magnethe. Lots of cute baahing and scratching.

You can’t have too much cute.

Polka and the Prince.

And the Prince.

Good times.

For some reason my buddy list on MSN is full of arabs. I’m not quite sure why they keep adding me. If you read my Livejournal then you’ll know about the odd French conversations. I guess that guy is telling all his friends to add me. Or he’s scizophrenic. In any case I don’t mind, I sort of like pretending to be George Bush and talking about des fromages

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One Response to “Finger-Licking Good”

Rebecca Says:
November 13th, 2005 at 6:27 e
Hehehe, that’s adorable. I bet goats would be sweet friends to sleep with; I know they make great companions.

I used to read a fantasy series by Terry Goodkind (but later in the series it gets all political and blah), and there’s one book in particular from that series that I really liked because there was a very special relationship between a character and her goat. That goat was basically her best friend. It was very sweet.

First Lovers On The Moon

2005-11-11T23:02:00.000+01:00

Remember I lost my cell phone a while ago? When I went to the Spot Festival. Did I ever mention that I bought my brother’s old phone to replace it?

Well, I did. A month or two ago. Only today did I get a start pack thingie with calling minutes and simm card, though. So now I almost have a working cell phone again. What a relief. Finally back to having no one to call.

At the request of my evil twin I will now placate you with filler material.

I like:
music
soup
snow
rain
old Lucky Luke comic books.
Fraggle Rock
not eating my vitamins
TV on DVD

I dislike:
cell phones
boiled carrots with little bits of skin left on them in odd places
Sony
heat waves
that thing when the computer doesn’t do what I wants

I think Kevin Federline should thank his lucky stars. I don’t know who Shar Jackson is.

I don’t have any elaborate stories about my brother, none that are suitable for printing anyway.

My hair? Don’t get me started about my hair. I actually like my hair apart from one thing. It’s falling off. Dammit. From some angles it looks okay. And from other angles you can tell that in five years I’m going to look even more like George Costanza than I do now.

See? I just don’t have material enough to update five times a day.

Oh, here’s a funny filler:

I live in Jylland. That’s the peninsula part of Denmark. Connected to Germany in the south. Called Jutland in English.

Now. I live in the eastern part of Jylland. Østjylland. Eastern Jutland. BUT. The problem is. You can’t use the letter “ø” on the internet. So you’d have to say Ostjylland. But ost means cheese. So Ostjylland means Cheese Jutland.

Basically I live in Cheese Jutland.

Isn’t that funny?

Well, sort of spiffy anyway.

Another funny thing? When I take the bus home from therapy I get on at a stop right outside a church. A “frikirke”. I’m not sure what that’s called in English. Free Church. Anyway, doesn’t matter. Inside their church they have a netcafé! Hip. And it’s called Catacomb. The Catacomb netcafé. Sounds very religious doesn’t it? Well, whatever you can do to get to the kids. In the café you can…
“hang out” with friends or alone
play boardgames
do homework
buy sodas and candy

It just always strikes me as odd. A church slash netcafé. And it also conjures up images of some kind of pedophile Jesus, the dirty old man in the robe luring kids with candy. Only instead of molesting the kids he will teach them the bible and sing psalms.

Hey kid, want to play Doom 3, drink a coke and read a bible verse? You know you want to. All the cool kids are doing it.

It’s just a little creepy to me.

Also, when I was a kid I loved the show ALF. And I really, really, really wanted to have an alien of my own. What could possibly be the downside to having an alien living in your house?

Mr Eko – echo-echo.

I still want an alien living in my house. I think it’s time for first contact soon. We need some extra terrestrials to take our minds off of all the poverty, war, famine and disaster. Surely Bush’s spindoctors must be able to pull some strings. I’m sure the American government has already established contact with several alien civilizations. It’s about time to convince one of them to visit. If for no other reason, then to revive the Hollywood blockbuster scene.

So, you want this five times a day?!

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Patsy Cline

2005-11-10T23:16:00.000+01:00

Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy. But then I say to myself “Oh stop it, that’s crazy talk”. And then I recite monologues with my inner voice #4.

I was a little bored at work today. Spent my breaks looking for goat stuff. I thought usenet would be a good place. alt.animals.goats. It was rather sad to see the group full of spam and topics like “How to teach a goat to perform a blowjob???”. That’s just great. There were some good posts though. Especially by a guy called Bird! who also posts on nz.soc.queer, haha. His posts about his goats were nice. They made me want even more to have a goat as a pet. And hey, I wouldn’t mind moving to New Zealand either. Maybe I should see if I could find any goat farms on New Zealand that need helpers.

It wouldn’t be bad actually. Rip apart my life, completely change all variables of my existence.

Or maybe I’m just crazy, yes.

Favourite Futurama quote #12: “Drugs are for losers. And hypnosis is for losers with big weird eyebrows”.

After work I resisted the temptation to rush straight home and watch last night’s Lost episode. Instead I went to the playground and spent some quality time with the goats. My happy pills for the day.

I had to rescue a couple of schoolgirls. They had left their backpacks on the ground while they were petting Magnethe. But Mads noticed the packs and started chewing into them. Hehe. I was walking towards Mathilde when the girls called “Hey can you help us please”. So I had to go and get Mads away from the packs. The girls were scared of him. Big, dangerous Mads. Good thing he has an achilles heel. The cuddles.

He almost broke my camera though. I was getting ready to take a picture of Mathilde when he suddenly butted the camera. Bang. And the lcd display started “rolling”. Like a TV that’s out of sync or something. And I said “Oh no Mads, you just cost me 3000 bucks”. But luckily the camera was fine after I turned it off and back on again. Phew. It’s a man’s life in the goat photography business.

Without my camera I couldn’t, for example, show you this picture of Magnethe bathed in the autumn sunlight.

And where would we be then?

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One Response to “Patsy Cline”

Katherine Says:
November 10th, 2005 at 23:30 e
That’s so precious with the duck (goose?) beyond. A happy planet picture.

Magnethe is a hearty gal.

We Had A Promise Made, We Were In Love

2005-11-08T22:37:00.000+01:00

I had a good therapy session today. It was the last group session. That’s why it was so good. Haha. I kid, I kid.

No, it was good because of the stuff we talked about. We did some “avoiding relapses” and “future planning” stuff. We were supposed to have filled out a form about it at home. I had forgotten. But we did it on the whiteboard instead. And I think it was very useful for me. Listing the things I have accomplished. Identifying remaining problems. Plans for how to deal with them. High risk situations that might cause relapses. And future goals. Good stuff.

It’s a little sad that the group stops now. Next week there’s an individual session and then we’ll go our own ways and “be our own therapists”. Use the skills we have learned to continue improving our lives. Being in the group has been hard for me, but very rewarding too. They’re such sweet people all of them. I have learnt a lot from the sessions, and especially I have learnt a lot from listening to the others. Their experiences and their progress. I mean, I knew I wasn’t the only one in the world with social phobia. But just being together with other people, real people, who deal with the same issues, that really gives you a lot more than just reading in a book or something like that.

We exchanged emails. I gave out my plume at plume dk address. So in theory the others could come here now. I know Anne remarked that I have my own site. But I don’t know how much they use the internet and all. I wouldn’t mind anyway. They’re really good people. I say again. When I was talking about moving out on my own they gave me good advice. They said I should invite them to a housewarming party when I get my own place hehe. Lasse (the other) said I shouldn’t bring my computer to the new place at first. To minimize the risk of isolating myself in a room with a computer for a week and not doing anything. And he also said we could go see a soccer game some time. Maybe when Brøndby comes to Århus. We should do that.

I hope all the best for them. I think they’ve made good progress. Some of them excellent. I still sort of feel like I’m “the worst”. The one who has it hardest, the one who suffers the most from the phobia, the one who has progressed the least. But I imagine everyone feels like that. I certainly won’t complain. I’m lucky to have gotten the chances I have. The help I have received. The support I have needed. When you look at what is going on all over the world then a little fear isn’t that bad actually. It’s a good thing to remember. It’s only fear. And in most cases it’s unrealistic fear. It only has as much power as I let it have. And the more I’m aware of that, the more I regain the power for myself.

I will control my fear, I will not let it control me.

That could be the end of that post. But I want to go out with a rant and a song.

Why not start with the song? I already talked about it. Heartbeats by José Gonzalez. Thanks to Katherine for letting me know that you can listen to it here. Legally and all. It’s a beautiful song, check it out. I can’t actually get it to work myself, but I think that’s because I have Real Alternative installed instead of the real RealPlayer. But please give it a try.

sharing different heartbeats in one night

His album sounds like I want my album to sound.

And we conclude this prayer with a rant. To do with this:

The upcoming election. No, not the election itself. But the election posters. All over the city. On every streetlight and electricity pole. Pole after pole after pole. To win the polls.

What a waste. What a waste of ressources. Like the christmas decorations in October, mocking the spectacle.

I just don’t get it. Do you think I will vote for your candidate because I see his face there? And there? And there? And there? On and on, down the road. On that picture there are only two posters. Usually there are four. Row after row after row of 3-4 posters. Of the same fake smiles.

And you know what the worst thing is? I bet it works. I bet plastering your face all over the city will get you votes. Is that how you want your votes? Because you have carpet-bombed our conscience with your mugshot? Not because we agree with your beliefs and opinions, but because you are familiar.

When it comes to politics I’m cynical, I know. I have a hard time believing there are real, decent politicians. It’s all about power. If you have the power then you will do anything to keep it. If you don’t have it then you will do anything to get it. Whatever it takes. Even if you have to live with the spider in you.

Politics make for strange bedfellows, and still I go to bed at night alone.

But I’m actually feeling good again, I think. I wish it would snow soon.

Now listening: Mew – White Lips Kissed (Japanese version)

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2 Responses to “We Had A Promise Made, We Were In Love”

Rebecca Says:
November 9th, 2005 at 1:06 e
I hope everything keeps going well and you’re able to continue your “self therapy.” Doing stuff like those concerts and talking to people on the bus sounds like you’re definitely on the right track!

I really love that song; I’m glad you posted the commercial the other day because I had seen it somewhere else online but it didn’t give any info about it. Now I know what it is. =)

It hardly ever snows here. When we get snow it’s like a special present. And, everyone goes nuts and can’t figure out how to drive anymore and buys out all of the bread in the stores. Snow is so rare!
Katherine Says:
November 9th, 2005 at 7:37 e
Funny how the endings of things we weren’t sure we wanted when they started are bittersweet. Funny how my sentences are so confusing, too! You have done so well! I think we should put your picture up all over Denmark. Just to confuse the politicians. I’d vote for you in the election of courage.

Conversation One On One

2005-11-07T22:02:00.000+01:00

Did I mention that Signe, the therapist, gave me a videotape home? Basic conversation lessions.

Very basic. That’s okay though, I need that. It’s just rather funny too. They’re really hammering home the points. And the acting is very.. basic.

Meet the star, Ed:

And his friend Chuck:

And the obligatory beautiful brunette Joleen:

Now the story goes something like this: Ed is enrolled in a communication course. And he discusses his homework with his friends.

And after that the story just gets very complicated.

Excellent fun. I don’t think I have actually learnt anything that will fix my social problems, but some good tips for conversations. And some good laughs. So that’s not all bad.

Have you seen the commercial for the Sony Bravia flatscreen TV? I love it. I don’t usually like commercials. The bouncing balls are great though. And the music. The music makes it. Heartbeats by José Gonzalez. My favourite song of the moment. You should check it out. And I don’t normally recommend Swedish music either. I just love this song.

So there. Neatly sidestepping the motivation issue.

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2 Responses to “Conversation One On One”

Katherine Says:
November 8th, 2005 at 6:09 e
great song. I found the full version here http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/collective/A3923039 and two more songs. Interesting he’s from Argentina because the guitar work sounds a little Spanish.
Mister Moy Says:
November 8th, 2005 at 6:14 e
Oh yeah, Danish subtitles!

To Be Alone, But Not To Be Afraid

2005-11-06T22:23:00.000+01:00

I want to write about how I’m feeling. About the lack of motivation I’m feeling right now. But I… just don’t feel motivated enough to do it.

And that wasn’t a joke.

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