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2003-12-06

Outside, there’s even more snow now. For a while it was gone. No snow at all. A bit of rain but nothing heavy. Now, snow. Snow looks nice, and I have to admit that it’s a better option than the unbearable summer heat. After all, you can always add more clothes during winter but during the summer you can only remove a certain number before you run out of things to remove — and then it still isn’t enough. But that still doesn’t make it a good idea.

Snow and lots of it. It still drift downwards. Why? We got all the snow we could possibly need for the time being. So stop it. Woho-wa. It just did.

At times Goats takes a plunge into the shallow boring end of the comedy pool. Boring in the relative sort of way, Goats never fails completely. But always, it soon goes back out there into the deep end with a lopped of shotgun shooting the bystanders.

Diablo wants a offspring to inherit his estate of Evil. “And for this unholy child I will purchase an Ikea bedroom set” and “I figure if you’re going to make a baby it needs to be made from high-quality parts” creates a disturbing image. (Perhaps not as disturbing as the ironic discussion between Jon and Philip earlier this year — but I hope it will be just as funny.)

Oh, and Goats now has an RSS feed. If I could be bothered to get a decent RSS-reader I would be ecstatic. Or perhaps not. Call me old-fashioned or retro-fascist if you like, I still won’t go crazy over this stuff.