Naughty Loki

Fun At the Convention, Day 4: This Place Is Full of Riff Raff

Gamers come in all shapes and sizes.  Little children like quick-playing games with cute characters and bright colors.  Women seem to like games with a social component.  Party games, they call those.  Your stereotypical strategy board gamer is a male, on the farther side of thirty, and nursing a big mug of Dr. Pepper.

I’m not here to meet people, though.  Other than to recruit them to my army.

Sigyn, on the other hand, wants to get to know everyone.

She’s entirely too trusting.   I shall accompany her as she does her little meet-and-mingle, because some of the attendees seem very odd.  I want to make sure she doesn’t get into  any trouble.

This character, for instance…

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You, there!  Who are you?  What are you?

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Besides purple and stoned-looking.

Whoever he is, he seems to have taken a weird paternal interest in my beloved.  I suppose that’s all right?

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Though I’m deeply suspicious of people who won’t make eye contact!

Sigyn–look at this yellow fellow.  Didn’t we see his photo or read about him somewhere?  Isn’t he someone famous?  Or infamous?

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I seem to recall something about being too lazy to get out of bed…?

Norns’ nighties!  DON’T LOOK, SIGYN!  He’s out of bed now–and not wearing any pajamas!

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Sigyn, I think where you are standing is the only thing keeping this photo from being NSFW…

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Time for a hasty retreat.

Whew!  What an eggceptionlly unpleasant encounter!

And here’s another shady-looking character.  Yes, you, with your beady eyes!

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What’s your game, eh?  What’s with the branches and the berries?  Are you some kind of nature freak?

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If you are, you might be just Sigyn’s sort of people!   All right, Sigyn, this one you can talk to!

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We Interrupt Your Gaming Fun For Some Remote Mischief.

While the human male is up here in the Big City to the North having fun at the boardgame convention, the human female is stuck at work.  This is final exam week.  TAs, instructors, professors, and admin (including the human female) are furiously uploading, massaging, and computing grades. Students are frantically trying to upload those last few homework assignments.  EVERYONE is using the online gradebook and course management website.

I can’t let this go unscathed, can I?

No, I can’t!

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  Pictures WITH words say even more. As proof that I can do mischief remotely, I offer these images of what is going on back in Universityland:

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The above was followed fairly swiftly by:

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My favorite part is where they suggest no one do any grading..

Ehehehehehe!

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Fun At the Convention, Day 3: Loki, Terror of the High Seas

Both of the castles Sigyn and I looked at yesterday were best approached by sea.  I think a beachfront palace would be great!  Sigyn, let us do some scouting about and see if there’s a seagoing vessel we might…commandeer so that we can come and go as we please.

Ah!  Here is a worthy craft!

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The sails are in need of mending, but the paintwork is fresh and bright.  It’s even your favorite color!

Take the helm, my love.  I shall go aloft and see if I can navigate a path out of this crowded harbor.

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There certainly are a lot of ships!

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A bit to starboard, my sweet!  I think I want to get well clear of the one flying the Jolly Roger!

What’s that my love?  I can’t hear you very well up here!

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Oh.  We are flying a Jolly Roger too?

This could work!  Other vessels will steer well clear of us, and if we do run into any others, well, a pirate flag is like a license to pillage, so it’s all good!

Whew!  Safe back on the deck!  Sigyn, you might want to climb up to the crow’s nest yourself–the view is spectacular!

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Sigyn says the sea monster on our mains’l looks friendly.

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Come on down now, love.  The sea’s getting choppy, and I don’t want you to fall.

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PLEASE be careful!!!

Yes, you can stand at the bowsprit–just do please hold on to something!  What if you lost your balance?  What if you fell overboard?!  Do you even know how to swim?

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Huh.  Never mind.

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Fun At the Convention, Day 2: Have Fun Storming the Castle

We are still at the board-game convention.  I did not know there were this many board games—or this many nerds in the whole of Midgard.  If I could somehow come up with some good “rules of play” for my takeover of this miserable rock, I could recruit the whole hotelful.  Hmm…  Maybe some enchanted dice and some cute meeples…?

In any case, while all the mortals are busy arguing about turn-based stategy games vs. set-building games vs. cooperative games, they are leaving various games and bits of intriguing real estate completely undefended.

Big mistake.

Take this castle, for instance.  Sturdily built and ready to move into.

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It even has a moat!

From here, I could survey my realm and work my will.

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Of course, I might use my magic to make it a little taller than three inches…

But wait!  I see another keep off in the distance!  Perhaps that one would be better.

It’s certainly taller, and it’s already flying my colors!

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Lots of loot lying about, ripe for the taking, and it certainly seems well-defended.

I have put the treasure chests aside for…safekeeping, so now I can really appreciate the view.

What do you think, Sigyn?

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Would you like to live here?

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Or maybe the footprint is just a tad on the small side…

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A Very Colorful Fall Walk, Part II: Sigyn’s Other Favorite Color

By now, I assume everyone in Midgard knows that Sigyn’s favorite color is red.  It’s bright and cheerful, just like she is.  Thus, her love of holly berries and sumac is easily explained.

She also has a soft spot yard deep and a mile long for anything yellow.  Good thing for her that there’s a lot of it round about these days.

The winged elms are usually the first thing to turn around here.  Their color has been variously described as number two pencil, Kodak film box, schoolbus, or macaroni and cheese…

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They stand out among the green as if they were lit up from within.

The goldenrod is decidedly more lemony in hue.

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They’re usually tall and wand-y, very hard to climb, so this bent-over one is a treat to sit in.  Sigyn thinks the flowers look like little stars.  And she’s not wrong!

Usually, the greenbriar is tangled up in the trees like so much botanical barbed wire.  You don’t see it until it has hold of you, and then—ouch!

Today, though, it’s announcing its presence in an unmistakable way.

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And now Sigyn’s REALLY happy, because she’s found a couple of greenbriar leaves with both of her favorite colors!

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Of course you can bring them home with us!   You bring the pretty leaves to admire, and I’ll bring the prickly stem to…hide in the human female’s sofa.

This is what I call a successful walk!

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A Very Colorful Fall Walk, Part I: A Mighty Pretty Palette

I asked the human female, and it isn’t my imagination.  The autumns are definitely becoming more colorful around here.  I’m not sure if it’s all the extra rain or the combination of mild days and cool nights or what, but things do seem a little extra bright this year.

(The fact that Sigyn loves colored leaves so much has nothing to do with it. Nope.  I absolutely did not up the xanthophyll and carotenoid content of the foliage. That’s preposterous!  Not I!  No way would I meddle…

…Well, okay.  Maybe I helped a little.)

Sigyn and the human female are doing one of their Neighborhood Walks to have a look at all the colors.  I’ve tagged along to make sure that Sigyn comes to no harm.

The bald cypress trees around town have outdone themselves this year.

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One of my favorite pranks is to tell clueless gardeners that all those falling rust-colored needles means that the tree is dying and should be cut down immediately.  I once got a landscape professional to cut down a whole ROW of them at a botanical garden, before someone applied a clue-by-four to his empty noggin.

Even some of the oaks have colored up this year.  This blackjack has a distinctly rosy tint to its usual paper-bag brown.

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For sheer brilliance, though, nothing can beat sumac.

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It’s very nearly the perfect place for my beloved to hide!  But I see you!

The farkleberries are sporting some Aggie Maroon,

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As well as some missed-by-the-birds blue-black fruit and one very graceful half-Asgardian dangler.

Other plants have fruit too.  These yellow nightshade berries may look like little tomatoes,

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but they are not even remotely edible.

Bet I could sneak some into the next batch of the human female’s stir-fry…

Oh. There you go.  It was only a matter of time.  Sigyn has found her favorite perch.

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No matter what’s on offer, she always seems to like sitting in holly bushes best.

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Looks like a bumper crop of fruit for the yaupons this year.

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And the possumhaw is decked out as well.

It’s been a full morning of admiring and dangling–and we haven’t even made it halfway around the block yet!

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It’s All Gone Belly-Up

It is Lab Practical Week.   The students are studying frantically, trying to recall everything they’ve learned throughout the course of the whole semester so they can get it all down on the exam paper, twenty-five stations per exam, three minutes per station.

If I could bottle panic and sell it, I’d have funds enough to take over two planets.

The human female and her Prep Staff spent a lot of hours setting up each station, carefully positioning the pointers on the microscopes, doing neat dissections, color-coding the chemical experiment stations so the color-blind can answer the questions, and just generally making sure that the students have the best chance to show off what they know.

Which is why it’s so mean  funny that I’ve gone through the rooms and disarranged a few things.

That marvelous mollusk, the chiton, which is so immediately recognizable by its dorsal (top side) plates, becomes an anonymous lump

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When flipped over…

Every semester, the human female rights it.  Every semester, I flip it back.

It’s one of our little traditions.

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