Random Mischief

On the Way Home From the Gaming Convention

Well, that was four days of my life I’ll never get back.

The convention is over, but it appears the adventure is not.  The human male has stopped at an odd little shop on his way out of town.  Sigyn, my sweet, would you like to explore?   Yes?  Then let us proceed!

What is this ceratopsian doo-dad?

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A taco holder?  Really?

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No, Sigyn.  No, don’t give me those puppy eyes!  As much as I think cluttering up the human female’s kitchen with strange, unitasker kitchen kitsch that isn’t going to fit anywhere would be fun, I really don’t want to spend money on this plastic dinner dino.

If you want to go for a little ride, though, I’ve no objection.

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I might even join you.

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There.  That was fun.  A good ending to our excursion.  What a trip this has been!  We survived late nights, long games, strange encounters with ecdysiast eggs, and multiple days of the human male’s company.  We’ve scouted out some real estate, taken a frigate for a test drive, and been invited to a penguin party.  Safe and sound, we are just about home free…

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Sigh.

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Fun At the Convention, Day 1: Thanks For All the Fish

The human male has made the annual sacred pilgrimage to big board-game convention in the Big City to the North–and this year Sigyn and I have come with him!  It was a long car trip, and the smell of nerd is strong in the air, but it means several days away from the human female, so I am 100% on board with this.

There is so much to see and so many people I could talk to–if I wanted to.  Which I don’t.  Sigyn’s having fun exploring, though, so I’ll just tag along with her and make sure she stays out of trouble.

Right off the bat, though, she’s discovered a labyrinth of some sort.  It’s all made out of ice—rooms and corridors and low-linteled doorways.

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The cold doesn’t bother me (Jotun blood being superior).  I’ll put a little spell of warm protection around Sigyn so she doesn’t catch a chill.

Captain Spangles’ gymsocks!  What is that smell?!

Ugh!  Who lives here, and why do they have fish just lying around?

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Oh.  Penguins.  That explains the stray osteichthyes over there.

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I’ve never really had much use for penguins.  Beady eyes, fish breath, and always dressed up like they’re headed for a party to which everyone else is not invited.

Sigyn’s making friends, though…

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I did not know penguins came in these colors.  I trust them even less now.

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Oh!  Looks like this time we have been invited to the party!

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Where they’re serving raw fish.

Figures.  Indulge in proto-sushi if you wish, my dear, but this is one feast I think I’ll skip.

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A Very Colorful Fall Walk, Part III: ‘Tis The Season For Poofiness

If there’s anything Sigyn likes more than colorful things, it’s fuzzy things.  Today, we seem destined to run into both.

These little asters may look daisyish and harmless now,

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but when they’re done blooming, the fluffy fruiting heads will spread these plants all over the neighborhood.  It’s a full-time job trying to keep them out of lawns and gardens.

This  bluestem grass has much the same dispersal strategy.

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I’ll have to make sure some floofs find their way into the human female’s hair and socks.

By Fenrir’s Woolly Winter Underwear!  What have we here?!

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Ah, I see now.  It’s one of those weather-prognosticating lepidopterans.  Supposely, one can tell how severe the winter is going to be by the proportion of black to rusty brown in their coats.

Judging by this nearly-all-black one, we can expect a damp and chilly winter with…

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…a ninety percent chance of snuggles.

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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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This Is Why I Don’t Let Sigyn Watch YouTube

Midgard is generally an insane place (it will be so much better once I have it all firmly in hand!)  However, parts of it are more insane than others.

There’s this large island-ish bit in the Southern Hemisphere that seems to be a good deal stranger and more violent than the rest.

Apparently, there are CANNIBALS there, and they are bragging about their anthropophgy on social media!  Sigyn found out about it the hard, way, by clicking on a link that took her to this disturbing video.

Warning.  Is is NOT for the faint of heart.

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In Which I Am Grudgingly Thankful

Oh, look.  It’s the annual eat-until-you-are-more-than-half-afraid-you’ll-burst holiday.  Didn’t we just do this?

Sigyn says it’s also a day for giving thanks.  She says I should make a list of my “blessings.”

I am not one naturally given to gratitude–or platitudes–but I suppose I am at least marginally thankful for the following:

  1. Sigyn, of course.
  2. Good health.  I am the epitome of perfection, so no complaints here.  Sigyn is fine too.
  3. Plenty of work.  There is always something to bung up, disconnect, unbalance, leave fingerprints on, loosen the cap of, cancel an order for, or submit a bogus requisition for.
  4.  It is still Too Wet to Mow.  I’ve gotten out of more yard work this fall, and the human female is ashamed of the state of the lawn.
  5.   The Terror Twins.  I’ve trained them well, and they are now expert-level toy stashers.  The house is full of mice and balls and none are in evidence.  Taffy is into everything, and Flannel has learned how to barf from the top level of the cat tree.
  6. Colored leaves. (Sigyn made me add that one.)
  7. The human female.  With her penchant for falling down, running into doorways and desk corners, and bludgeoning herself with lawn equipment, she’s an endless source of amusement.  If I were making Thanksgiving dinner and she didn’t live in the house, I wouldn’t invite her, but she has her  uses.
  8. Pie.

It’s a short list, but again, I’m not one for huge displays or mushy emotions.  It will have to do.

Pass the pie.

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