Yesterday was a space oddity. It was Sunday. And I was actually looking forward to Monday. I don't think I have ever experienced that before.

But I was just looking forward to getting back to the playground again. Looking forward to seeing if I could get Magnethe to walk all over me again.

And I'm not going to draw out the suspense.

She was all over me again! Hehe. I think this is my favourite thing in the whole wide world. Sitting on a bench with Magnethe coming at me.

She got her legs up on me again. It was so much fun. You know how circus horses count? With one leg? Magnethe was doing that. She was literally tapping me on the shoulder with one leg. Repeatedly. It was like she was trying to get me to turn my head or something. Amazing. You haven't lived if you haven't had a goat kid walking on you.

Look at this picture. That's from last summer. Back then it was monumental that I dared to timidly touch Mads. So much has happened since then. Now we're practically making out. And let me tell you, he needs some breath mints!

Seriously.

I am still happy.

Biked to work. Things went fine. Want to see my latest work? Fra Mifune Til Hollywood. An Iben Hjejle lecture. Did I talk about her? I think so. She hit the big time in the Dogme film Mifune's Last Song. And then she went to Hollywood and did High Fidelity. So I guess that's what she'll be talking about. You can see that my designs are still sort of childish and colourful and amateurish. I'm still learning. But they were satisfied with the result so that's all that matters.

Snapped a picture of Ibrahim, our part-time tech guy.

Heavy sunshine. Summer is coming.

Came home from work. My mother complimented me on the biking. That I biked all the way to work. That was nice. The other day there was an article about social phobia in the paper. We talked a little about it. It's nice to have things out in the open like that. It's not some secret I'm hiding anymore. It's just something I'm working on.

I have quit the sodas again. Did I mention that I had fallen back? I know I stopped drinking sodas once before. But it didn't last. Hardship brings needs. But now I'm trying again. I'm enjoying a nice glass of iced water as I type. I am so wholesome it's sickening.

Haha.

The panties section was updated by the way. Excellent submissions from Staci. Don't y'all forget about it, I still want pictures, signs, greetz. Whatever. Don't let the fun stop.

I have some big news coming. One of the next days.

But for now let's just go back to the playground.

I had an excellent time.

That Somalian boy seemed to like me. He followed me around. Asked questions. And when Mads got too scary he hid behind me. He was standing behind me. Reaching out to pet Mads. And then when Mads moved the boy would hurry behind me and hold on to me.

I was asked twice if I work at the playground. One girl referred to me as "the man". That's kind of nice. I look mostly like a freakish teenager. Or a girl. Being called "man" is nice. Being mistaken for a supervisor is nice.

And the girls wanted to be photographed again.

That wasn't enough though. A girl is missing there. The one who is always most keen on being photographed. After taking that first one I walked around for a while. The girls were close by. I could hear them sort of half whispering.

"you ask him now"
"no, I don't want to"
"but you haven't asked yet, it's your turn"
"but I'm scared of it"
"but someone has to ask"

And then footsteps and someone tugs at my jacket. "Can you take a picture of all of us". How cute!

I kind of screwed up my pictures today with an accidental mass resize. So you might notice a lower quality than usual. Or maybe you won't.

There was a girl with a camera. A rival photographer! Her name was Ditte. She went around with some of the kids. Let them take pictures too.

Good times. I wonder if the playground would be a good place to meet a girl? I guess it's not likely there will be too many around my age. Too bad. I'm probably close to my best when I'm there. I'm happy. I'm loved. Respected almost. The fact that the animals like me must count for something? I mean if you see a nice guy having fun and being tender with animals you'd go "Aw he's sweet, I'll date him". Right? Or if we do the real life version: You see a guy with tattoos and cool clothes who's making fun of others and you think "he's hot, I want to date him". I need to be meaner if I have a chance with girls.

Or something.

This I love.

Mathilde went looking for food.

Bags and bags of animal food but no way to get at it! Must be horrible for a goat.

I saw Mathilde being almost friendly to some of the kids. One of the girls got to touch her on her back and said "Oh that's the first time I've been able to touch her!". Maybe it's just my imagination but I think she seems a little less shy. Maybe, just maybe I have helped her see that humans can be okay to hang around with? Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it. She is still shy, she did still run away from people. I'm still the only one who can stand and pet her for minutes. Scratch her head. It still amazes me that I have managed to get so close to her.

It's so different. Sitting on a bench, being cuddle-attacked by Magnethe and Mads. And then standing with Mathilde, quietly stroking her. Both things are great.

I was up there for almost two hours today. It's such a strange feeling. Having a place that's better than home. Being at work and not looking forward to getting home in front of the computer. But looking forward to seeing my lovelies.

Life is so different now. I love it.

But that's all for today. Must get back to working on my site. See you soon.