Starting the Morning Off Right

Hey, human male, did you see this?


I think you’ve got a denty can and it’s leaking.


Might want to take care of that.

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Brightening Up the Teaching Lab

The teaching labs are a little…dull.  The cabinets are brown, the benchtops are black, the dissection specimens are…pinky beige.  What these rooms need is a pop of color!

I’ve been saying that for a long time, and this semester I decided to do something about it!  Crystal violet, meet floor.  Floor, crystal violet.


That was way back in the beginning of the semester.  Let’s look at it today:



 Tris(4-(dimethylamino)phenyl)methylium chloride, the gift that keeps on giving!

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What’s That Stuff? I’m Not Telling!

It has been too quiet here in the human female’s workspace, ever since Slow, Silent, and Costly showed up to fix the drooling cold room.  Time for me to cause a bit more mischief.

Hmmm.  What could I do that would be annoying every single day?  Something she and her staff use all the time?  Something basic like…


That’s it!  I’ll muck up one of the specialty water lines!  There’s regular tap water, distilled water, and reverse osmosis water (R/O).  They’re all important, but the R/O water has to be specially good, since it’s what is used to water the plants, make the salt water for the aquaria, and all sorts of other sciencey goodness.

A wave of my hand, a few choice utterings, and behold!

RO water chunks
Odin’s eyepatch, that looks awful!  It won’t take them long to see the problem.   I wonder how long it’ll take them to figure out what it is…


I’m having such fun with this!  I let it clear up for a few days and everyone was happy, but now the whatever-it-is is back with a vengeance!

And what IS it???

They still don’t know!  They thought  perhaps the faucet gasket was decomposing, or maybe the lining of the hose.  Nope. Being scientists, they experimented a bit and discovered that the water looks like this straight from the tap.  Chunks abound!

Ehehehehe. *I* know what it is, but I’m not telling!  They’ve taken a sample to show Slow, Silent, and Costly:


Mmm.  Looks delicious!  But seriously—Isn’t that pretty?  It’s just like a snow globe!

A weird, contaminated snow globe.

Stay tuned, kiddies.

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All the Pretty Little Implements of Destruction

The students around these parts can’t manage to keep track of more than two things.  If they have a notebook, a phone, and a water bottle when they come to lab, they will leave with a notebook and a water bottle.  Or a water bottle and a phone.  Keys, glasses, notebooks, pencil pouches, earbuds, umbrellas, jackets, phones, ID cards, heads—you name it, it ends up in the lost and found and the human female has to deal with it.

Lately there’s been a glut of dissection kits.  The students just can’t seem to be bothered to write their names on them.  Most of the kits look alike–blue plastic case, scissors, scalpel, two probes, forceps.  The bookstore sells hundreds of them every semester.

This morning, however, a really, really nice one came in, and I have commenced to covet.

It’s all sharp and clean and pretty, not covered in hagfish bits or whatever they’re dissecting this week.  It’s in a zippered case with padding, not a cheap plastic box.

All the tools have little elastic loops to hold them steady.  Look! Gungnir would fit right here.

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I recognize that tool on the right up there.  It’s a hemostat.  Very useful for clamping things— and pinching humans.

Plenty of fresh scalpel blades…

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…and a whole assortment of probes.   I like this one.  It’s wicked pointy.

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Neither the human female nor I recognized this thing.  She looked it up and it’s called a Groove Director (which sounds like an formal term for the Activities Coordinator on a cruise ship or something.)  Theoretically, one places it where one wishes to use a scalpel and cuts between the two lobes.  Saves fingers and prevents slips.

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That may be so, but I think it looks quite…imperial.  I shall have one made in green and gold and appoint a flunky to stand behind my throne and hold it whenever I sit in state.  (And I will give it a better name.)

In the meantime, this gorgeous set is now mine.

And you can be sure I’m going to put my name on it.

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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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A Potentially Useful Acquaintance

I am always on the lookout for individuals with certain…talents that might be useful in bringing out my new world order.  I’m very picky.  Most malefactors think that a minion is a minion is a minion, but all of the really clever arch-fiends and supervillains know that you can’t let just anybody into your organization.

No.  I want someone with brains–but someone not as smart as me.   Just smart enough to realize how much better things will be when I take over the running of this planet, and biddable enough to carry out my orders, no questions asked.

Therefore, every time I meet someone, my first thought is:  Friend or foe?  My second thought is always:  How can I use this person to further my own ends?

It’s a twitchy sort of way to live, always on edge, ready to either gut someone on the spot or add them to the crew.

You!  Stop right there!  Who are you and what are you doing in my demesne?


Tiny creature!  I should stomp you into a sticky blue paste just on principle!

And look!


This wretched, pipsqueakoid tinyman is wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform!  He must be here to spy on me!

Talk, you puntable little sneak!  What do your be-suited, treacherous handlers want with me?

On the other hand…

Listen, Midget McBitty, you’re a handy size for…covert ops.  How would you like to join a grassroots movement dedicated to improving the state of affairs on the planet.? Sounds great, right?  I can see you’re a man of taste and perspicacity.  You’ve already got the outfit–how do you feel about a little double-agent-type work?

I can’t afford to pay you much now, but I have the feeling that prospects are decidedly looking up… *

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*Because, you know, everything is “up” to you…

I Was Tricked Into Being Here, Part II: Where the Human Female Shines

I think the human female was a terrier in a former life, and Sigyn is nearly as bad.  They are not content with sorting and counting.  Oh, no!  Not them!

No, they’ve decided that things have to match.  Each family is going to receive two boxes of stuffing, and they’ve decided that the two must be the same kind–chicken, turkey, herb, cornbread, etc.  Moreover, they’ve decided they need to be the same brand as well.

Great idea, ladies.  I shall leave you to it.


(later)  Sigyn says that was fun, like a big matching game.  If you say so, sweetie.  Are we done yet?

By Volstagg’s Groaning Waistcoat Buttons!  Apparently we are not done.  Sigyn and the human female have decided that the desserts have to be sorted out as well.   Each family gets two different ones.

One is a not-a-cake.  Brownies seem to be a popular choice.  All we need to do is count these.


If you stack them by tens, my love, it will go better for you later, I assure you, since the human female can’t count very high.

Ugh!  Not done yet!  Now they want to tackle the is-a-cake table.  They’ve decided that the cake and the frosting have to match.  Chocolate with chocolate, vanilla with vanilla, carrot cake with cream cheese icing, Funfetti with Funfetti.


Strawberry with strawberry.

(later)  I… I think they actually did it.  As long as the frosting towers don’t fall over, they should be all right.

Yawn!  We have been at this for several hours.  Sigyn says we are done for today.

For today?!  Is this not it?

Oh.  Apparently tomorrow is Phase Two, which involves filling bags with the right number of items, tagging them for families, attaching gift cards, sorting them by delivery routes, and then making sure they go where they’re supposed to.  I will let the human female get up early and come back and do that if she chooses, but I think I’ve exhausted all my pitiful store of philanthropy for the week decade, so I will sleep in.

But first—moving and counting and sorting all of this food has given everyone a case of the hungries.  There are snacks at the back of the room.   After staring at so much cake and frosting and brownie mix, I’m hoping there is something gooey, but…


I detect the human female’s handiwork.

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