Crime against humanity continues and crashes all around...

So, we're one day away from the grand Eurovision Ding Dong final. If only it had been the final show, ever. It would have made me a very happy man, but then again; what should the media go on about? 1/3 of any news report in Norwegian media is about Rybakk and his Eurovision contest. People might think that only good can come out of this, one single day when all of Europe gathers in peace and listens to crappy music. I have my doubts. I have a very good argument against Eurovision now. It's not something you can write or say, it just has to be shown. Here is the final proof that very little, if any good comes out of Eurovision. I feel sad for the parents. If I were forced to listen to that kid scream I would have gone mad. Wouldn't have hit him or anything, but a sock pushed gently into his mouth should calm things down. Call me a cold hearted sun of a bitch, see if I care.

So, once again, today was the day we were bringing in the wonderful sheep and lambs to vaccinate them against different things. As always, this didn't occur without problems.
First, some of the bastards almost managed to elude our vision as we went to move them around a bit. Then, most of the sheep were in a completely different spot than where they were supposed to be, leaving me running more than I needed and thinking "Where the fuck are they?". Seems like the fence weren't completely sheep proof...

As the wild bunch were moved around more or less sucessfully, this only left the tiny little thing of getting them inside where the vaccines would be administered. Of course getting them through the first gate out on the dirt road weren't without problems. Their lack of will to move forward was rather annoying. Ever seen those nature documentaries where you have the Wildebeests about to cross a river with plenty of nasty crocs in it? It was the same hesitation and the same noise, only with "bah" instead of "muh" or whatever sound those animals make.

As they were about to enter the door one little bastard decided that this was not a place he wanted to be and jumped through the barricades. This resulted in me running after him to chase him back. Of course he didn't hesitate to do it again, little wanker. If he had done it again it would be lamb chops for dinner, home slaughtered. Would just have to pick out a lot of shotgun pellets, that's all.

After the adminstering of the vaccine was done we had to let them out. Can't be bothered to keep them inside. Have to feed them then. As usual I were given the job to do the preparations. Setting out those triangles you have in the car when your car breaks down on the road to warn the cars so they don't drive 80km/h straight through the herd. As I couldn't be bothered to walk I took my bike. After opening the gates and placing the triangles I was on my way up the dirt road when the bike suddenly found out that this was an excellent moment to hook of the chain and send me more or less over the handle and down into the dirt. Through my experience, although it is very small, as a rugby player I think I acted instinctivly and landed in a way that only shreeded one elbow, the palm of a hand and a knee. It's just minor wounds and very little/no blood at all, but it still stings like hell. The wounds still aren't clean, so if I suddenly stop writing this then I've been killed from the dirt poisoning my blood.

Who knows, maybe this is the way I die. A little less memorable than being killed by my own son while I'm an Emperor.

Et tu, Brute