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Let Us Open Some Windows and Let in Some Fresh. . . Mischief

The human male has been working very, very hard lately.  I make computer mischief, he sorts it out.  I make more mischief, he drags himself to the next machine and deals with that one too.  Most of these computers where the humans work have made the move to something called “Windows TEN.”

I guess I have not yet mentioned here that I’ve diversified my mischief a bit.  The mortals all seem to eat, breathe, sleep, and spend every other moment of their pitiful lives interacting with their electronic devices and computational machines.  If I can bring them to their knees using that fact to my advantage, I will certainly do so.  Thus, I have been doing some coding  of my own on the side–moonlighting mischief, as it were—and I sneaked a good few “surprises” into this new TEN.

I don’t want the mortals to suspect, though, so I have made sure that each new boot-up displays this completely non-alarming message:

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Sigyn thinks that means I’m going to make sure that all the computers get a screensaver of cute puppies and kittens.

Shh!  Do not tell her that, instead of baby animals, this TEN is why the human female’s email at work will look weird and her computer will no longer recognizes her scanner, why all the lab computers will have to be either replaced or wiped and reloaded, why all the new computers for Anatomy and Physiology will come with their hard drives helpfully pre-encrypted so that trying to make one program profile and copying it to all the machines that have to be alike will get classified as “using pirated software” and the human male will have to spend a whole weekend fighting with them, and why nothing will work the way it used to–at all, at all, at all.  Ehehehehe!  If it can be changed, slowed down, made obsolete, or just plain broken, it will be

TEN, of course, stands for Totally Extremely Naughty.  

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And While I Am Down Here…

While I am down here in Room 303, showing you where I hid the human female’s ID card, I thought I’d do a little more mischief.

Room 303 is where most of the lab dishes get washed.  Test tubes, beakers, graduated cylinders–you name it, if it’s dirty, it comes here.

These tubs are full of spirometer parts.  Since people have breathed through them, they have to be soaked and disinfected to make sure no pestilence is spread.

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In theory, this results in a sanitary experience for the next group of cardiopulmonary lab experimenters.

In practice, I always make it a point to spit in the spirometer-part-soaking-tubs, as part of my ongoing research into the effects of Jotun saliva on the cardiopulmonary health of university undergraduates.

I have reams of data to date.  Can publication be far behind?

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I Had A Visit From My Brother, And It Sucked

I have asked Thor to meet me here today in one of the human female’s prep rooms.  I told him I have something fun to show him.

Here he is now.

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“Hail, brother!  It is too long since last we met.  It does my heart full well that you ask for my company!  You are looking well!”

“Uh, yeah.  You too.  Come look at this instrument the humans borrowed.  It has dials and pipes and a fan and all sorts of other bits.”

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“Verily, that is a stupendous machine!  My Lady Jane has many devices, but not one of this ilk.  How is it called, and what it its purpose?”

“It’s a vacuum pump.  They are using it to vacuum-filter a large volume of reagent.”

“That is most marvelous.  How does it operate?”

“I’ll show you.  This is where the receiving flask is hooked up.  See?”

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“Hmm.”

“No, look more closely.”

“Aye, Brother.”

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“See, Thor?  Just like that.”

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An Unexpected Tantrum

“Hello, dearest!  Did you have a good time in the flowers?  Oh, that looks good–did you decide to do baking rather than botanizing?”

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“No.  It’s the funniest thing.  I was sitting in a lily, just enjoying the sunshine, when Steve came by.  He’d been baking and thought I might like one of his mother’s apple cakes.”

Steve made this?!  And brought it to you?  Sigyn, I don’t like him bringing you things.”

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“Oh, it was extra and he was just being friendly–”

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Too friendly!  That star-spangled lunk needs to keep his eyes and his apple cake and his ‘Aw, shucks, ma’am’ act to himself.  I think it’s time he and Gungnir and I had a little chat.”

“Loki, wait!”

Oh.  I… I don’t know how to deal with door slamming.  I don’t think he’s mad at me.  At least, I hope he’s not mad at me…  Is it horrible of me if I hope he doesn’t find Steve until he’s had a chance to cool off?  *sigh*  I think I need to go talk to the human female and see if she knows how to deal with ruffled peacock feathers.  I can clean this up later.

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Helping With the Houseplants (Sigyn Speaks)

Hi! It’s me, Sigyn. Since it is so rainy today, I am helping with some indoor botany. There are some very nice African violets here in the house. I like to pet the furry leaves

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I am picking off the spent, faded blooms to keep the plants looking beautiful. These are destined for the compost heap.

Loki is helping t— Loki, NO!

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