clever Sigyn

A Brief Winter Walk

It’s been foggy a lot in this part of Midgard lately. The humans have ventured out on a rare sunny day to see what’s going on in the local woods.

By Idunn’s little apples!  There is a ubiquitous abundance of holly berries this year!


¡ǝlƃuɐp pooƃ ɐ ɹoɟ ʇods ʇɔǝɟɹǝd puɐ ʎɐp ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɐ s,ʇᴉ ʇɐɥʇ sʞuᴉɥʇ uʎƃᴉS

It’s not just hollies that can be dangled in.


Camphorweed does just as well.  Sigyn is beyond excited–we’ve been here scarcely a quarter of an hour and she’s had the chance to dangle in plants with both her favorite colors!

(poke, poke, poke.)  Not all plants are large enough to climb in, though.  This one is growing right in the middle of the trail, and it’s very, very teeny.


Sigyn has fallen in love with it.   Don’t hug it, Sweetie.  The human female says it can have spiny fruit.

Oooo!   We have found A Mysterious Hole in this creek bank!

a hole

I wouldn’t go in, if I were you…  But, human female–you feel free to stick a finger in and tell us if there’s a snake or sharp-toothed rodent or something in there, all right?

We’ve been walking and poking at things for a while now.  Time for a rest.

mysleepnumberis moss

My sleep number is “moss.”

Clever Sigyn has found a different moss.


Sigyn doesn’t know if this one’s a moss or a liverwort.


All this green stuff looks alike to me.  Possibly one of the human female’s plant-nerd friends could sort them out, but I really don’t care.

We’re headed to the Sedge Meadow.  I like the Sedge Meadow.  It’s all green and dapply.


Sweet Glittering Bifrost!  What’s this?

trail closed

I had heard the City was Doing Something, but I wasn’t sure what…

But, since I’m a god, barricades and notices don’t apply to me.  Come along, Sigyn.  Leave the puny mortals here obeying all the signs like good little sheep and let’s you and I keep going.

Have fun staring at the signage!  We’re going to go pet sedges.

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The Big Reveal

Ugh.  I hate this particular part of the All Hallows festivities in particular.  Every year, it’s the same thing.  “Let’s dress up!” Sigyn says.  “It’ll be fun!” Sigyn says.  And it’s always the same.  She looks amazing and adorable in whatever she picks—and I just end up in something dorky.

And it usually itches.

So why do I do it?  Simple.  I do it to make this precious flower happy:


Sigyn originally thought she wanted to be a ballerina this year, so she made herself a yellow tutu.  But when she put it on, she looked so much like a flower that she decided that’s what she is.

See?  Helenium:

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It’s uncanny.

“Loki!  Come out and show everyone your costume!”

wheres loki

No!  I’m not coming out.  I look stupid.  And itchy.”

“Don’t be silly!  You look great!

“I don’t want to.”

im not coming out

“When you told me you’d found me a wizard costume, I thought it would be something awe-inspiring and slightly terrifying, not something that looks like glorified pajamas.”

this is stupid

“Don’t be so grumpy, Loki!  I think you look magnificent.”

no you look great

The things I do for love.

ill go but i wont like it

“Where are you going, Sigyn?”

“I’m off to get something to collect our candy in.  We used a pillowcase last year, but this year I have a better idea.”

better than pillow case


sigyn has a barrow

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What’s Behind Door Number 302? Part II: These Were Meant To Be Ours

Room 302, aside from being the Squiggly Things room, is also an overflow space for various consumable supplies.  It’s mostly boring things like paper towels and cotton swabs and little plastic cups and bigger plastic cups.

This is also one of the many stash places for gloves.  Soooo many gloves.  (Either the humans are really clean or really dirty.  I’m not sure which.)

This is my size.


Behold!  I come bearing tidings of safe reagent handling and great mischief which shall be to all people!

Sigyn, have you found the right box for you yet?


Yes, she has!  Sigyn definitely needs the small ones.  Extra small might be even better, but the human female is too cheap to buy any.


Sigyn is very excited about these gloves,  much more than I think they warrant, but I’m not sure why.

Oh, wait.  Now I understand.  It’s not the gloves themselves that have tickled her fancy, it’s the notion that …


…once again, we’ve managed to find things with our initials.  Clever Sigyn!  I hadn’t noticed.

That must mean that all those other boxes are for Mortals.

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Halloween Aftermath, Part II: Fold, Flip, Fold, Fold, Ta Da!

Sigyn is still on her Oriental kick.  She has let me put the flowery parasol away (thank the Norns!) and now has me helping her practice her origami.  We established long ago that her skills are far superior to mine.

Truly, she does not need any help.  I can’t make heads nor tails out of valley folds and mountain folds and all the various dotted lines.  Nope, she folded up this feline all on her own.  


Well done, my love!  That is a most superior cat!  It certainly has the Terror Twins beat in the shedding, clawing, and leaving odiferous deposits in the sandbox departments.

What is that, my love?  Have you folded yourself a regal throne? Or is it a flower of some sort?


Ah.  Angle of viewing makes all the difference in the world.


Jumbo wanna peanut?

Sigyn had no trouble folding that prodigious pachyderm.  Now she is trying her hand at miniature origami.  Pfft!  Anyone can fold big things!  The real skill is in the tiny stuff.

Baldurs biscuits!  That is indeed a diminutive member of the Gruiformes.


And this one is even smaller!   I am suitably impressed.


Show me again how to fold one?


I always go wrong when it comes to the beaky end of things….

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Sometimes You Have to Amuse Yourself

Sigyn and I have accompanied the humans on a short trip to visit the male’s mother and stepfather.  Because their house is tiny, we are lodging in an inn.

I think I have finally broken Sigyn of the desire to eat sink cake, so we are having to find other ways to amuse ourselves. Perhaps there’s something fun in the neighborhood we could go explore or do?


Wow.  That is a whole lot of nothing happening.  Hmmm.  I know!  Red tile roofs, sand, palm trees.  This could be one of many different places in this realm, but I can think of a good one.  Listen, Sigyn!

(Whisper, whisper, whisper)

Do you see what I mean?  Have you got it?  Clever girl!

Time for some amateur theatrics!


Sigyn: You’re saying this only to make me go.

Loki: I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

–Wait.  Sigyn, does the light seem a little too bright to you?  And the wrong color?  Yes, that is what I thought too.  Poke that little button there, and let’s try it again.—



Loki:  If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

Sigyn: But what about us?

Loki: We’ll always have Paris.  We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to McQueeney. We got it back last night.

Sigyn: When I said I would never leave you–

Loki: And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do–making the human female’s life a living hell–you can’t be any part of. Sigyn, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three minifigs don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.

Now, now…Here’s looking at you kid.

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The Human Female Regresses

The human female is infantile at the best of times, but I am starting to worry that there is an actual regression in mental age.  Exhibit A:  Her most recent purchase for the undergraduates:


Who the what with a side of why?  Maybe the label will enlighten us as to why she has bought these.


I don’t know… I’m not sure her fine motor skills are up to the task of dumping beads out and putting them back in…

Let’s have a look.


<sniff, sniff>  The fine print says these are supposed to be vanilla-scented.  Why????

Can’t say I think much of the color scheme…  Do these things actually DO anything?

Oh, clever Sigyn!  She’s figured out how to snap the beads together.


Huh?  What was that?  The human female is explaining that this will be used as a model of the primary structure of a protein, the sequence of amino acids.  Oh, I get it now!  Serine +leucine  + methionine + arginine, etc. = chubby polypeptide chain, just right for little hands!


After consulting this handy chart, I can confidently state that Sigyn is waving from inside the distinctive ring structure of proline.

I do not know if this toy/model will help the students with their studies, but if any of them are teething, it could be just the thing.  I foresee only one problem.


Even uncoupled, they don’t all fit back in the jar.

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Orthographical Cookies

After Sigyn’s tearful experiences relating to animal cookies, I demanded that the human female purchase something less traumatic.  Thus, this week she has brought home a big bag of crackers cookies shaped like letters and numerals.  (How many cookies does one person need?!)

Apparently, “J” is the weakest of the letters, utterly lacking in structural integrity.


We haven’t found a whole one yet!

Still, it’s an amusing idea.  Children can play with their food and then eat it.  Tots can learn the alphabet whilst snacking!

I see what you’re doing, Sigyn.  Here–I found your “N.”


Hmm.  I am beginning to believe that this package of baked goods is defective, because as far as I can tell…



There is not a single “K” in the whole damned bag…

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