Month: October 2018

Let the Feast of Horror Begin!

It is that time again–the annual Midgardian celebration of costumery and candy extortion.  Sigyn is very excited.  She has been planning for months what she wants to dress up as!

You see, she has been reading a lot of Dumas lately.


This one is her favorite.


For weeks now, it has been nothing but, “Porthos, this,” “Aramis, that,” and “Athos, the other thing.”


It’s all I’ve heard about.  (Don’t even get me started on Dart-whatshisface.)

At any rate, she hasn’t confided in me, but it’s a pretty sure bet that she’s going to turn up dressed as something from the book.  Milady, perhaps, or the Queen, or…


Great Frigga’s corset!  I suppose now there are five Musketeers!  Well done, my love!  You look every inch the perfect cavalier!  And I suppose you’ve been practicing your right-handed swordsmanship so that you can cry, “But what you do not know is that I am left-handed!” in the middle of a fight and switch hands.  Very clever!

But what about me?  What did I decide to be?  I too have been very secretive.  Sigyn is waiting…


I’m about to make my entrance!

I’m sure you can’t guess, so I’ll give you some hints.

It was the most gruesome thing I could think of.

I don’t think anyone has done this costume before  (It’s too hideous!)

Definitely not for the faint of heart!

Send the kiddies out of the room!

Are you holding on to something?









I am the human female!  Pony-tailed Science Nerd and Queen of Everything Boring!  Isn’t it awful?

“Look at me.  I’m the human female.  I have some nasty chemical from the Vendor Who’s Responsible, blah, blah, blah…”


“Look at me.  I’m so important.  I wrote a book.  It’s so BIG.  No one’s read it but don’t you wish you’d written a book?  Nyah, nyah, nyah.”


I’m sure to scare the pants off everyone today!

But where is Fisi?  That stupid hyena was supposed to bring the pillowcase for candy and go with us.


Late as usual.


Let the sanctioned pillaging begin!

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Sooo Many Rescues

We’ve had a nice visit with the new neighbors, but it’s time to be heading home.   It’s beginning to get dark early these days.


Sigyn, are you getting that creepy, “something’s watching me” feeling on the back of your neck?



Where did she___?

Munnin’s tailfeathers!  Let go of my beloved THIS INSTANT, you cantankerous, carnivorous corvid!


Hang on, sweetie!  Loki’s coming!

Whew!  That was much too close for comfort!  All right, Sigyn, let’s just go home and make cocoa–



Get your freakish dwarven hands off my beloved, you big lizard, or I’ll Thera your pod into teeny, tiny, bony slivers!


That is NOT what I meant!

No time for witty insults!   Just…


Are you all right, my love?  I promise, that Saurischian menace will never bother anyone, ever again!

Let’s go home.

I think we need cocoa AND some cookies to go with–


I give up.

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Meeting Some New Friends (Who Look Like They Need Feeding Up)

Sigyn and I have just run into some very strange…  strangers people beings in the neighborhood.

These wide-eyed fellows are very cheerful…


…and appear to have benefited from some first-class orthodontia.

Sigyn is very much taken with these ladies’ flowery dresses and hats.


That lady there doesn’t really have supernumerary arms.  She just has a lot of her sisters standing behind her.

They seem like very nice people overall.  Their landscaping is in need of some attention, though.  They should call a professional Consulting Arborist for this poor tree…


…but I think it may already be too late.

And their kitty might need to see a vet,


Even if he is friendly and gives rides.

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Fun With Tropical Fruit

Sigyn, come look!  There’s something weird in the break room!


Do you know what that is?  Because I surely don’t!  I don’t trust it!

<knock, knock, knock>

Doesn’t seem dangerous—not like the last round, dark whatsit I investigated.  But whatever it is, it has a VERY hard outside!

It seems…plantoid.   By Idunn’s Fancy Orchard!   It’s a UFOUnidentified Fruity Object!

Help me roll it around so we can look at the the other side.


Oh, now I know what it is!  On her last trip out of town, the human female found this in a Large Market.  It’s apparently a fruit that it’s nearly impossible to find fresh in this country.  What did she call it?  Not “mango”–I know what a mango is.  But something like that… Mango-steve?  Maybe?  I can’t remember.

She said they’re supposed to  be delectably sweet and somewhat floral inside.  But how does one open one?

Stand back, Sigyn!  She’s got a big knife and now she’s hacking away at the rind.  Bits are flying everywhere!

There!  Finally!

Odin’s eyepatch!  I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be gray and slimy inside!  After all that build-up, what a terrible let-down!

I will spare readers an image of the guts of this foul object, and refer you to someone who knows more about how to choose, store, and eat one of these things.

Come on, my love, and we’ll go find some other sort of fruit.  The apples may be boring, but at least they’re not rotten.

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Sigyn Sports Seashells by the Sea Shore

It has been quite some time since Sigyn and I stopped in to see what the second-semester biology labs are doing.  I think we’ll remedy that today.

Ah.  Looks like they are in the middle of their studies of invertebrates.  Fine things, invertebrates.  I do like a good flatworm or scorpion now and then.  You know, just to leave where the human female can find them.

Sigyn is fonder of the mollusks.

Look at all these shells!


I agree–the spirally ones are very elegant.  Go ahead and choose something you like. They’ve so many, I’ll doubt they’ll miss one or two.


Bivalvia–what the well-dressed young lady is wearing this season!

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A New Friend

Not much going on today.  Just out for a wal—

Great Frigga’s corset, there’s something up there, behind the raisins!


Not something–someone!


Uh, oh.  This fellow looks like he could be dangerous!  Better summon Gungnir.



What?!  Who are you?

**Μý  Πàμë  Ιš  βåΓηΕϒ**


Barney, huh?  No offense, pal, but you look a mite high-strung, like you could go off at any second.

**¡ñÐ∈∈Р  ï   ÇõÛ⌉Ð! **

Well, there’s not room for two villains around here, and I already own this realm!

**Τõõ  βαδ…̓  ϒοû  ωìΝδ  Μé  υΡ,  Ì  çοùù⌊Р ß∈  ãn  ä⌊⌊ψ**


Barney, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship…


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Pop! Goes the Mischief!

The human male doesn’t like the College Station water.   News flash for you, mortal:

No one does.

So that’s why he avoids it when he can.  He drinks a lot of flavored fizzy water instead.  I’ve no objection to the concoction myself, but sometimes I get sick of tripping over twelve-packs of the stuff, and the human female is always asking me to take the cans out to the recycling barrel.

Fat chance.  Let the mortal take care of his own leavings.

Today, I have had enough.  I have bespelled his beverages, and half the ones in this particular carton, when opened, are going to practically explode with a loud noise and a bit of twisty metal just perfect for slicing fingers.


Ehehehehe!  Look at him jump!

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Back to the Park! (Sigyn Speaks)

The human female and I were talking the other day, about how it’s been so long since we went out to the park in the woods.  So today we’re going!

We have a little time before the tour group she’s leading shows up.  Come on, Loki, let’s look at the flowers around the Nature Center.  I can see from the parking lot that there are a lot of colorful things blooming!

This is the butterfly garden.


I really like this fluffy blue stuff.


I don’t think Loki is as impressed with it as I am.

Wow!  All the pink behind me is a native grass, Pink Muhly.  Isn’t it wonderful?


The human female planted some in our front flower bed.  Sadly, Loki got to it, and it isn’t nearly this pretty.

Most people think Wooly Croton is a weed,


but it’s fuzzy, and actually a nice place to sit.

This plant is its relative–an they’re both relatives of Poinsettias!


If you mentally color some of these leaves bright red, you can see the resemblance.

Now these Pentas are good and red!  They’re not native, so I sort of wish the city hadn’t planted them, but the butterflies do like them.


And, oh!  I wish you could smell this one!  It’s Mexican marigold and it smells like sweet licorice!


Even if we don’t find many wildflowers in the woods today, just seeing all of this near the Center has been a real treat!

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Adventures in Marketing

There is a new market in town!  It is not a Large Market, but it is pretty big.  On one hand, it is going to tie up traffic on one of the few good north-south roads. I predict there will be a new accident every day.  On the other hand, all of the shopping carts still have straight wheels!  (I will be attending to that shortly.  Bending one wheel on each cart is a particular joy of mine.)

The Grand Opening crowd is huge.  The humans have already met four or five people they know.


Sigyn is quite taken with the floral department.  The displays are sorted by color, and the white hydrangeas are “just so fluffy!”


But nothing beats old-fashioned red roses.


I am checking out the produce section for anything weird.

Odin’s eypatch!  I haven’t seen one of these in a while!


I think I will demand that the human female purchase one and learn how to prepare it properly.  (I don’t particularly want to eat it.  I just want to watch her struggle with it!)

Somehow we have ended up on the aisle with playthings for littles.


Tsk! Goofy, and not at all to scale.



Unhand my beloved you phocomelioid menace,  or these will be your LAST moments!

Hang on, sweetie, Loki’s coming!

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The Other New, Fun Lab Equipment

The Zoology class has also outlined a new experiment.  I don’t quite understand it–something to do with surface area and cell size.  It involves cubes of bromothymol-blue agar, sculpting tools of various sorts, beakers of vinegar, and weighing apparatus.

Ah.  Weighing apparatus.  This is the choke point of the experiment.  The students, when faced with an old triple-beam balance, go all to delicate pieces.  Where is the digital read-out?!  How do we read it?  This is too sloooow!

The human female, wishing to reduce the “angst” from the exercise, ordered a whole flock of miniature digital scales for weighing those .

As you can see, the designation “miniature” was not applied in vain.  These things are tiny.


Still, they seem tough enough to measure my kingly mass!  Behold, my friends, 5.06 grams of pure majesty.

Sigyn, of course, is my butterfly, my fae, my will-o-the-wisp, my dandelion puff, my soap bubble.


Three point eight four.  Remember that figure, minions.  It is the Number of Perfection.

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