blue-haired goddaughter

Escape From the Pen Show

The human female and the blue-haired goddaughter plan to leave the males behind and go off to spend the afternoon together.  Sigyn wants to go with them.  Given the choice between more pens and perhaps another run-in with someone who looks like my brother on the one hand and listening to the females prattle on the other, I have chosen prattle.

I believe the plan is to go to view a film.  Outstanding!   If nothing else, I can get a nap if the soundtrack’s not too loud.

The film is showing at a cinema in a very, very fancy mall.  How fancy?  Observe the seasonal decorations.  Every one of the innumerable planters is full of pumpkins–great big, hideously expensive ones.  Little, tiny, throwable ones.  Strange, striped, and warty ones.  There must be tens of thousands of dollars worth of larval pie in here.

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This place may be as upscale as it comes, but there are some decidedly strange folks in this place.  Take this trio outside of the theater:

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Sigyn, light of my life, are you sure you should be posing with them?  They look singularly untrustworthy!

Ah!  Time to enter the cinema!  The tickets were ridiculously expensive for a matinee.  I shall indeed take great delight in sleeping through the feature, just to annoy the human female.

On the other hand, there is some waspishly good dialogue in this one.  Instead of napping, I think I shall take notes.

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To Fill Pens–And Bellies

It is now midday-ish, and the humans are starting to make hungry noises.  Since our party has encountered a group of friends, there are now seven humans to organize as to what to dine upon and where to do it.  The human female has been enthusiasing prolifically about an eatery she found online.  It has a huge menu!   It has good prices!  It has great reviews!  It is mere blocks from the location of the pen show!  It is only open until 2:00, so we had better get into our respective vehicles and skedaddle!

It is most emphatically not open today!   Ehehehehe!  I knew that and you didn’t!  Try again, mortals!  You will have to feast upon something else.  And since you called the blue-haird goddaughter to meet up with you, you will have to re-direct her to whatever venue you choose.

(a short while later)  So here we all are in a tiny diner that appears to specialize in bagels and other sandwiches.  I think by walking in our group has doubled their daily clientele.  Do you see something you would like to try, Sigyn?

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While we wait for the food to arrive, everyone is pulling out their pen show purchases and comparing notes.

The human male and female seem to have been focusing on ink.  These are the female’s choices.

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The box with the illuminated manuscript design of a whale holds what is purported to be an indelible medium blue ink.  Sensible choice, although there must already be fifty shades of blue in the house.  The other bottle holds a very pale, girly shade of watery blue.  The human male keeps asking the female if she’s sure she’s going to like it, because anything written with it is certainly going to be difficult to read.  She is stalwartly defending her choice.  No matter to me–I don’t have to use it.

The human male has bought green (upon which I am standing) and a shade of deep brownish-red called “Red Beans and Rice.”  Sigyn is intrigued by the fancy wax seal.

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The human male is sniggering as he places the next bottle before me.

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“White Lightning”?  Oh, I see.  You are throwing Thor up to me again.  Ha ha ha.  Very clever, mortal.  I note that this liquid is supposed to make stubborn inks flow more freely.  Very well.  You can be sure I’m going to “freely” a pen all over your pocket in the near future.  Then we’ll see who’s laughing.

Some of the pen vendors hand out little trinkets in their booths.  Today it seems to be stickers.  I’ve got one that looks like a splat of the human female’s pale blue ink, which is sort of lame.  Sigyn, however,  has a fancy hologram one.

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*I* want a fancy hologram one!  Pout.

Wait! Why is everyone putting away the ink—?  Oh.  I see. The food is coming out.  The males have mostly ordered meaty wrap-like objects.  Sigyn and the human female appear to have ordered the most veggie thing on the menu.   Vegetable cream cheese with lettuce, spinach, cucumber, tomato, sprouts, and avocado on a sesame bagel.

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To judge by the rapturous noises they’re making, it’s quite tasty indeed, but I’m feeling peevish as well as peckish, so the human female can expect to have to fight every second to keep all the delicious ingredients from sliding right out of the bagel onto her shirt.

Now, where’s my gyro?

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It’s All Fun and Games Until Someone Gets—Part I: No, Actually, It IS all Fun and Games

The humans are doing that thing they do again, that Thing that takes days of planning and preparation, that involves moving a lot of heavy things in very hot weather, that involves cooking and cleaning and logistics enough to move an invading army over the Alps in winter without the aid of hippopotami…

I speak, of course, of  the Summer Gaming Gathering.  

There are friends coming from far and wide, including the Blue-haired Goddaughter and the Knittery Friend.  They’ll all be bringing games and food and family members.  Sigyn and I will probably go for a little bit.  I like to try games I can cheat at win, and Sigyn likes talking to people and playing with game pieces that look like little animals.

I have involved myself rather more than usual this year, by making the clubhouse in the humans’ subdivision unavailable for the final two days of the gaming.  The human male and his friends looked high and low for a substitute venue and were just about to plunk down a Lot of Money to rent a space, when one of the gaming friends convinced the local Cookie Sprout troop to rent them their  meeting house for those two days, very cheaply.  I was sad to see the other deal fall through, because I had a kickback arranged, but I am consoling myself with the fact that there will be TWO venues for the humans to have to clean, and the second place has TWO bathrooms, one with not one but two toilets, so the human female will have extra, EXTRA potties to scrub.

The guests are arriving and the games are coming out.  The human male says this one is fun to play.  It has “Explosion” in the name–so I am intrigued.

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Any game that involves pieces that will roll around and get underfoot and go under the furniture is all right in my book, although it would be better if some of the marbles were green. 

This game has cards, as well as markers with strange symbols.

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I think the artwork is giving Sigyn wardrobe ideas.

This next one is getting a lot of play. Sigyn, let’s insinuate ourselves into the fun.  It involves getting someone to guess the Mystery Word using just one-word clues–and no two hinters can give the same clue, or that clue goes away.  That is, one could say “wick” or “beeswax” if the mystery word was “candle,” but if two people say, “wick”, “wick” will not be one of the clues the guesser gets.  So do you give the obvious clue or not?

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Ehehehe!  I just whispered in the players’ ears and ALL of the clues were the same, so the guesser now has to guess the word “parachute” with NO hints at all!  Diabolical.

Oooh!  Ooh! I know!  I’ll make the next guesser have to come up with “the human female.”  All right.  The guesser has his eyes closed, the other players have written down their clues,  and now they are silently comparing notes.  The hints are “botanist,” “cookies,” “clumsy-stupid” (hyphenated words are allowed), and “sweetie.”  Deal with that.

This next game is getting a lot of attention too.  It’s much more complex and seems to have some sort of avian bias.  I think, if one played long enough, one could learn something about birds, and the artwork is quite nice.  Sigyn, unfortunately, is so occupied in trying to keep the eggs warm that she’s having trouble remembering all the rules.

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Those last two games seem to have won some sort of award.   I think it’s a safe bet that copies of both will eventually be coming to live with the humans.  Where the male is going to put them, I have no idea.  If I were nice, I’d make some sort of pocket-dimension spell for him, one that would allow him to store an infinite number of games in a single small room.

But I’m not, so I won’t.

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Souvenir d’un Déjeuner Passé, Deuxième Partie: Les Entrées et Les Desserts

By my fine pointy helmet, it was hard to choose what to eat!  In the end, most of the party agreed to order different things and then perhaps “swap tastes.”  I, of course, wouldn’t dream of sharing with anyone but Sigyn.

The Blue-haired Goddaughter opted for a salmon sandwich.

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I was really, REALLY hoping the human female would ask for a nice big taste.  One of these days I’m going to see her break out in that famous pebbly rash she’s always talking about…

Another of the party chose quiche and a cup of fruit.

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Now see, this seems all backwards to me.  Pie should have fruit in it (but NOT cantaloupe–bleargh!), not on the side, and eggs are not pie material.

The human female, out of all that marvelous menu, chose something she actually makes very well herself—French onion soup.  Great Frigga’s hairpins!  Doesn’t she know that dining out is for trying something different?!

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The salad–excuse me, salade— had spinach, prosciutto, cranberries, asiago cheese, pear, and caramelized pecans, so that, at least, was a little adventurous.

We all saved room for dessert.  The Blue-haired Goddaughter made sure she saved some room for strawberries Romanoff crêpes.

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I was going to ask to try them, but le sucre en poudre est une bête à enlever de mon manteau.

Sigyn and the human female, between them, managed to consume this entire almond croissant…

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And still have room to eat one or two of the beignets that someone else couldn’t finish.

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Madame la femme humaine, vraiment vous êtes un petite cochon.

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Souvenir d’un Déjeuner Passé, Première Partie: Les Préliminaires

When I become sole ruler of this realm, it will be important to have documentation* of all my mighty exploits, which are, you must admit, the stuff of legend and worthy of many a ballad or saga.  So today I was looking through the photographic evidence of my mischief, making sure all was in order, and I came across a set of images from a culinary adventure which happened a few months ago and which I have heretofore not chronicled.  It’s not that I forgot about it–it’s simply that I’ve had so much other mischief to write about!  But since I know that my devoted readers will want all of the details, so allow me to recount…

This all occurred on the humans’ most recent visit to the Blue-haired Goddaughter and her family–as well as a number of friends–in the Big City to the North.  While the males of the house party amused themselves with board games, the females decided to venture forth in search of retail adventures. Sigyn, I could tell, was quite keen to accompany them, and I went along as her companion and bodyguard.  (Leave my beloved unprotected in a strange city?  Not on my life!)

The outing included a genteel repast at a charming little bistro.  It had an English name, but it was rather Frenchified on the inside.  Sigyn and I found the menu to be quite intriguing.  There were so many wonderful dishes from which to choose.

Sigyn thought about ordering the Goat Cheese and Arugula Salad.

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I was in the mood for something more substantial.

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I couldn’t believe, with chicken and waffles and calimari on the menu, that Sigyn would even contemplate a fungus burger.

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Planning the meal around the dessert, however, was entirely in character for both of us.

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It was a chilly day, so Sigyn thought tea might be nice.  She’s a big fan of Earl Gray.  The very aroma of it makes her drool.

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But I thought this one would suit me better.

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So what did everyone finally order?  Je te le dirai demain…

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A Gaming Gathering, Part I: Making New “Friends”

The semiannual gaming gathering is in full swing.  There are people from the Big City to the North, the Big City to the South, the Slightly Smaller City a Bit Further South, and quite a few from around here.  The blue-haired goddaughter and her parents are here, as well as the Knittery Friend and her clan.  When I landed on this rock, getting to know the populace before I subdued them was never part of my agenda, but I seem to know quite a few of them now.  Of course, I can’t be bothered to learn any names, but the same faces keep turning up.

There are some new faces here, though.  Some of these characters appear decidedly… shady.  Sigyn, true to form, trusts everyone and has made a beeline for the strangers.

This large grey fellow is rather imposing.

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Careful, Sigyn!  He appears well-armed.  Though my horns are finer, no doubt he could do some damage with his, for all they appear to be somewhat squishy.

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Guess I needn’t have worried.  Apparently, his name is Rinaldo and he is now on our Yule card list.

Moving on.  I know I haven’t seen these colorful characters before.  Look, you bespotted nobodies, don’t get any ideas.  I am Loki, God of Mischief, and this is my turf!

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Perhaps they are mostly harmless.  I think they may be in search of a good ophthalmologist.  The owlish-looking one has some serious bug-eyes, and the big blue bird thing has the worst case of amblyopia I’ve ever seen.

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And I think the frog-like one is trying to do the macarena.

Oh, great.  Now we’re taking a group photo.

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Sigh. Fine.  I’ll line up.

But I won’t say, “cheese.”

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Poking at Plants and Keeping Tight Hold of Sigyn

The human female has bestirred herself and is off Doing Botany today.  She is meeting up with some Plant Nerds from the Next County to the West and they are going to see what’s what on someone’s land.

I predict they will find…green things.  I also predict that the human female is going to spend the day  looking like a cross between a well-fed tick and a smuffled-up Inuit, because even though it is spring, it is chilly this morning and the wind is blowing about a thousand miles an hour.

Sigyn has been begging very prettily to go along.  Sigh.  I can deny my beloved nothing.  Very well. We shall go, but be sure to hold fast to something at all times!  Should the wind pick you up and carry you away I would be heartbroken.

The Blue-haired Goddaughter is also tagging along.  Perhaps she will help keep my dearest from becoming airborne.

It is always important to have field trip members sign in.

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That way, if someone goes missing, you know whom to look for.  Unless the missing person writes as tiny as Mister Six up there.  No one can read that.  If he wanders off, we won’t have a clue.

Brr!  It really is quite breezy and nippy.   Sigyn and the human female would like to take lots of flower photos, but the flowers will not stand still!  We shall have to content ourselves with photos of more stationary items.

Such as this hollow tree.  Sigyn thinks she has spotted a tiny plant nestled within.

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There is!  There is a little seedling growing in the drifted leaves!

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I say, I never knew the arboreal members of the flora practiced such a level of paternal care.  I always figured it was, “Pfft, seeds!  Shoo!  Off you go and let me get back to photosynthesizing, ”  but I guess some really do care about their offspring.

The most unusual plant we have collected today is this jujube.   I thought the human female was making that up, but no.  Apparently jujubes are a thing that exists.

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It is extremely thorny and reluctant to go into the press.  I can’t say I blame it.

It always pays to keep a careful eye on the volunteers’ plant-pressing technique.

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Hey, you!  Don’t forget to fold the tall ones, and be sure to write the collection numbers on the newspapers.

Gotta watch ’em every minute.

Sigyn, by virtue of her being the sweetest entity in this county or any other, is exempt from having to kneel in the mud, dig up stubborn roots and bulbs, wrestle with thorny bushes or poison ivy, get all black and inky dealing with newsprint, or do anything other than just enjoy the flowers.

Not a bad day, after all.

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Special BONUS photo!  

The wind has died down enough for Sigyn to model this year’s hottest fashion trend.

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C’est un très beau chapeau!

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