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I’m Not Going To Try It. YOU Try It!

The human female has gone to some sort of fancy reception on campus.  Someone retired or got an award or was executed or something.  I don’t particularly care.  I do care that she brought back some goodies from the reception.  She has left this rectangular comestible in plain view.

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Sigyn is excited.  I’m…  Let’s say I’m giving it the good old Jotun side-eye.  

(poke, poke, poke)  On the one hand, it might be some sort of sweet shortcrust pastry full of luscious cheesecake and topped with lovely pastel pink chocolate curls.

On the other hand, it could just as easily be pizza crust, full of yummy mashed potatoes and topped with little bits of savory ham…

Or cardboard, full of caulk and topped with rolled up snippets of band-aid.

It’s outsourced campus food services so, really, the odds are about even…

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Soooooiiiieeee!

The human female went to have lunch with one of her friends (Yes, she has them.  Yes, I am as surprised as you are.)  The friend works for one of the departments that falls under the College of Agriculture, and female came back with a little giftie.

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(poke, poke, poke)  I don’t know about this, Sigyn…  It looks all ripe and yellow, but it has a decidedly weird texture.  I do not think it would make a good roasting ear, nor do I think we should attempt to put it in the microwave to make popcorn.

Wait!  Stop!  Get back there, you!  Where did you come from and what do you think you’re doing?!

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Ah.  That explains the weird texture.  It’s not sweet corn—it’s feed corn.

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Serves You Right

So you humans are gearing up for the annual July Gaming Weekend.  That means that you, human female, are doing some baking, so that there will be goodies for guests.  Over the weekend it was a double batch of oatmeal-raisin cookies and a batch-and-a-half of gingerbread.  You wondered whose rotten idea it was that a bottle of molasses is just shy of what’s needed to make a batch-and-a-half.

I think we all know the answer to that one.

Today it is BACON ROLLS, those delectable spirals of bacon, cheddar, and thymey goodness.  They look scrumptious and smell divine.

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BUT!  if you are just going to shove them in the freezer and not let ME have any while they are warm and fragrant, you can bet your miserable life that that super-hot bacon pan is going to find your stingy little hand.

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Poke, poke, poke.  Does that hurt?   Yes?  GOOD!

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In Which I Open Up a Tin of…

The human female has had this tin sitting on her desk for quite a long time.  I haven’t seen her open it, so I don’t know what’s inside.  If it were edible, I assume she’d have hoovered it up by now.  University employees aren’t allowed to have anything flammable, so I know it’s not one of those over-scented, canned candles (though she could use something to mask her own personal funk.)

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Nothing for it but to pry it open and see for ourselves.

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Well, there you have it–it’s…  It’s… I still don’t know what it is. (poke, poke, poke)

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It’s shiny and gooey and very, very stretchy.

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Goop, goop, goop!

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Let’s see how far it goes…

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Pretty far!  As near as I can figure, it’s some sort of silicone-based putty.

It’s certainly fun to play with!

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A November Walk, Part II: When Walkies Turn Dangerous

We have to be careful on today’s walk.  There has been a lot of rain recently, and the local pond has responded in the usual fashion, creeping out of its banks and drooling over the sidewalk.

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There is quite a little current as it flows over the curb into the storm drain.

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It looks pretty deep up there, Sigyn.  I would take off my cloak and lay it down for you to walk upon, in the approved manner of chivalrous heroes in any age, but Pfft!  Magic is easier!  There, safely on the other side!

What is that sandy mound up ahead?  Curious:  these insects seem to be in the process of constructing a dwelling of some sort.

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(poke, poke, poke)

I suspect I have made a tactical error.

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Run, Sigyn, save yourself!  I shall smite this mound into oblivion and I don’t want you in the blast zone…

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