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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.

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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?

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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.

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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 …

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…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.  

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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?

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

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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.

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

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Show me again how to fold one?

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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?

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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!

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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.—

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Better.

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:

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

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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.

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<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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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

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

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A Feeble Totter ‘Round the Fall Yard

Let’s not mince words.  The yard is an unholy mess.  For a botanist, the human female has an amazingly brown thumb and, though much is attributable to her lack of work ethic, I will admit that a very dry summer and a very full schedule have taken their toll.  As well, the human female has been sick and has furthermore managed to injure herself by coughing.  How is that even possible?  I have lived for hundreds of years and seen much, but I still cannot fathom how one can throw out one’s back by means of a chest cold.

However it happened, she is moving like an ancient, rickety, sneezing tortoise today. She and Sigyn and I were invited on a field trip to the local woods, but the human female opined that walking that far was risky, as she was apt to get about halfway around the loop and not be able to make it back to the car.  Wise move, as I certainly was not about to magic her sciaticated self out of the woods if the the “hitch in her get-along” immobilized her completely.

In lieu of said expedition, the three of us have tottered out to see if anything is blooming in the yard.  Yes, there are flowers, but only the very hardiest things have survived the triple-whammy of neglect, heat, and drought.

There is a lot of butterfly-weed.

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I’ve arranged an infestation of spider-mites and some sticky black aphids, but the migrating monarchs still find it appealing.  I don’t know which Sigyn loves best, the red and yellow flowers, or the butterflies.  Yes, my love, if you sit very still, one may alight upon you.

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No takers?  Let us move to the side yard and try our luck there.

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There is some shade here, so it may be more pleasant if you have to wait awhile.   The breeze is cool, but it is still rather warm in the sun.  Look!  Here comes another butterfly!  This one seems to prefer the all-yellow blossoms.

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Dearest, let us move on to the morning glories before they fade for the day.

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Decidedly not my color, but it looks good on you.  Oh, and don’t credit the human female for the masses of them.  They came up on their own.

She did plant the Senna, though.  Raised it from a tiny seed.  Sigyn, come and see the— Sigyn, where are you?  Where did you go?

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Ehehehehe!  Now I see you!  That is some rather effective camouflage!  Can you do as well with the Malvaviscus?

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Ummm.  Not so much.  But swinging on that looks like fun.  May I join you?

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Alas!  The human female is in too much pain to plant spring bulbs, climb plants, or otherwise fully enjoy this lovely fall day.  But I do not want her to feel left out!  I have arranged for six mosquitoes to bite her, so she’ll have a half-dozen (1/24 of a gross) itchy reminders of this happy little outing.

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A Late Summer Walk, Part II: Puffy Things and Dangly Bits

This is a good time of year for white, poofy-puffy things.  Sometimes it is seed heads; sometimes it is the flowers themselves.

The human female is laying claim to this one, saying it is her “Kania.”

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Well, mortal, what if *I* want it?  Huh?  Do you truly think you could take anything from me if I really wanted it?

Sigyn, ever the peace-maker, is rightly pointing out that there is oodles (her word) of this vine rambling all over the ground here.  Plenty for the human female, for me, and for Sigyn.  Hel, there is even some if Fisi wants to widdle on it.

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Sigyn has found her own fluffy white bed.

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Say, those flowers look very similar to the Kania ones.  Oh.  The human female says the plants are related, “belonging to the same tribe of the Asteraceae, the Eupatoriae.  Note the slender style branches.”  How very…boring.  But I do think I recognize the plant.  I put some in the humans’ front flower bed last year.  It was quite robust and grew to a great height before producing an abundance of these dirty-white flowers.  This spring the human female discovered it had left about a half a million descendants, all over the flower beds and the lawn.  She is still pulling them up!  Note to self:  Do it again next year.

These white flowers are all very well, but isn’t there something a little more colorful?

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Clever Sigyn!  Yes, these are very showy.  Wait for me, and I shall climb up to join you.

Curses!  I seem to be…

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… caught on something.

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