It is very dark and VERY stormy out today. Flannel Cat has retreated behind/under the sofa. The trees outside are being whipped into a frenzy and outside the window, it is all one green-gray blur.
It is raining sideways.
Having grown up with the God of Thunder, violent storms like this don’t frighten me in the slightest, and Sigyn is pretty brave (unless the thunder is right overhead, in which case, tight hugs have to happen). So we are all pretty cozy inside, and we are content to let the outside rage as much as it wants.
Spat! Clatter! Rattle! Ping! Boink! Whack! Pop! Ping!
Well, that’s a different noise. Is that what I think it is? You stay here, Sigyn, I’ll go look.
Yes. Just as I suspected. Look, Sigyn! Frozen peas!
Sadly, not big enough to give the human female’s car a permanent case of the dimples, but entertaining nonetheless.
Most Midgardians like to rest or recreate on the weekends. Naps happen. Not me! There is SO MUCH mischief to accomplish and so few hours in which to accomplish it all that I can’t afford to take a break.
Today I did something big and noisy and it made a huge mess and was very satisfying.
Gone are the days of wires and plungers. With one little button and a radio transmitter, I was able to… Well, let’s just let the video speak for itself:
Apparently this happened while I was away on vacation.
Sent on behalf of the Offices of the Commandant of the Corps of Cadets
In case you hear what sounds like loud explosions in the afternoon today, please do not be alarmed. Beginning at 2 p.m., the Offices of the Commandant of the Corps of Cadets will be conducting test firings of cannons in preparation for the remainder of the football season. The testing could take several hours. The test firings will take place near the Southeast Activation Tower of Kyle Field, near Houston Street, in order to determine the noise levels in surrounding areas.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
If only I’d been here! All that lovely artillery, going to waste… Bah! These humans! I could have put real ammo in those cannons to knock down some of the uglier buildings on this campus. I could have bombarded my way into the President position, or any one of the Vice President or Dean openings. I could have blasted some more sand traps into the golf course. All blanks do is scare the crap–literally– out of the local grackles.
No photo, because I wasn’t here to take one, but you can picture me pouting.