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A Boxful of Color, Part II: 나는 정말이 세트와 놀고 싶어

Sigyn and I are revisiting the colorful box of mix-your-own inks.  I was finally able to extricate Sigyn from the color-mixing beaker.  I do not understand her compulsion to put things on her head or to climb inside them, not at all.

But let us now examine what else has come with this box of inks.

Ah.  An instruction booklet.  That could be useful for people who, unlike me, do not know everything already.


There is a sample color chart card.


Hmm.  I am not sure I follow this.  Some of it seems to work, and some of it does not.  If it works like a regular crossing chart, wouldn’t emerald plus emerald equal emerald?  Instead, it’s a much bluer green…  And since when does yellow plus yellow equal gold?

While Sigyn tries to figure it out, I shall examine the color-it-yourself postcards that are included.

This one features a bridge, which, if the box is to be believed, should be colored purple.


Sigyn is intrigued by this one.  The statue appears to be wearing glasses.


I wonder if the actual statue has glasses, or if it is just drawn this way?

Uncolored line drawings just beg to be colored, don’t you think?  If some color just happened to get on these the human male would have only himself to blame, for leaving the kit lying around, right?

Let me at those droppers and beakers!

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A Boxful of Color, Part I: Because Apparently a Million Colors Are Not Enough

The human male and his friend, wanting a little bit of fun in case this area gets “locked down,” made a quick dash to the Big City to the South last weekend.

Three guesses where they went, and the first two don’t count.

The Purveyor of Pens.  You are correct.  The male came back with this intriguing box.  Come, Sigyn, let us check it out.  It is certainly a colorful package.


Hmm.  A make-your-own-ink kit.  This could be amusing.


“3 Oysters”?!  Let us hope that that is some ridiculous brand name and not the contents of the box!

Inside the cardboard sleeve is a shiny silver tin.  Sigyn if you take that side and I take this one…


…I think we can manage to get it open.

This looks promising indeed!  Although why would you want to go messing about and adulterate what is already the perfect shade?


Sigyn is so excited that there is red that she hasn’t noticed the other colors yet.

The kit includes a twisty-nibbed glass pen for doing Fancy Writing.


Careful, my sweet–don’t drop that.  When you are done admiring the craftsmanship, slide the point back in its little rubber sleeve.

There are also a tiny bottle of thinner/toner and two little mixing beakers.

Oh, for the love of Frigga’s petticoats!


I can’t look. Sigyn’s managed to trap herself, hasn’t she?

Some days I really wonder about her…

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You Can’t Be Serious. Again?

The humans have rounded up a couple visiting friends are headed to the Big City to the South.  Apparently there is some left-over Yule gift money “burning a hole in their pockets.”  I wish I had know that they like that.  I’d have been happy to set fire to their entire trousers, not just the pockets.

The first few trips Sigyn and I made to the Big City to the South with the humans was new and exciting and fun.  It’s still new and exciting when we visit a museum, but when it’s just a shopping run, it’s always, always the same.  Purveyor of Pens, maybe a bookstore, and the Large Market.  Sigyn gets to play with beads, if she’s lucky. *Yawn.*  These people have no imagination.

Sigh.  I was correct.  The first stop is indeed the Purveyor of Pens.  The male is buying an EBP (Expensive Blue Pen), and the female is actually looking sidewise at a handsome maroonish one that is the same brand as the one that piddled ink all over her and her laptop.  She is also admiring one that is clear (so you can see its inky innards) with silver-colored fittings.  Too bad the nib is a medium and not a fine.  (She has her faults, but small, neat penmanship is not among them.)  But wait!  The Proprietor of the Purveyor of Pens says he can swap the nib for a finer one.  Oh, the quandary!  Oh, the moral dilemma!  Whether ’tis nobler to eschew the purchase of fancy writing implements when one already has quite the collection, or to throw caution to the wind and take the advice of the helpful friends and purchase one—or both.  There are several votes for “both.”

She is going to do it!  The greedy baggage is going to doit!  Because it writes so beautifully, she has just selected this:


And because it is itself so “pretty”, she is buying this one too:

It really is a handsome thing.  The picture doesn’t do it justice.  That blue cartridge will come out, and the pen will show whatever color she puts in it.

The other humans are still looking around.  I may as well see if there is anything here I would like.

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This little green and gold notebook is nice.  (It’s actually greener than the photograph shows, and less blue.)

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I could use it to write down all of my mischief ideas.  Hmm.  I’d better buy two.  I have a lot of ideas.

Now the human female is looking for “interesting” inks.  While the male always goes for dark greens, blues, and burgundies,  she likes to choose colors she thinks are more unique.

Sigyn is suggesting a bold, bright red.

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Decisions, decisions.  But rather mundane.  She’s picked out two with very weird names.

Image result for ink brunch date“Brunch Date.”  This one is a pinky brown when you write with it.  She says it’s  “About the color of a cooked pinto bean.”

If you say so.  It will go in the new burgundy pen.





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And this one comes out as a sort of medium olivey green, which will go very well in an antique pen she bought at her first pen show.




And it appears that two more inks will be coming home with us.

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The blue goes on a bit darker but dies to the color of a summer sky.  It’s going in the clear pen.  The second goes on reddish purple and changes to bluish-purple as it dries–Sigyn thinks it is fun to watch.

Are we done yet?  We’ve been here forever.  Enough ink!  I demand lunch!

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These Trips Get Shorter and Shorter, Part II: Finally, Some Merchandise to Fit My Needs

As I suspected, our first stop in the Big City to the South is the Purveyor of Pens.  This is where the humans and their bachelor friend will spend an interminable amount of time sampling inks, trying out pens they can afford, trying out pens they can’t afford and shouldn’t be messing with, and abandoning Sigyn and me to entertain ourselves while they dither and dawdle.  Come on, people!  How many scribing tools does one mortal need?

Hmmm.  I have discovered something on one counter which, while not pen-related and not actually for sale, is certainly something I could use.

I really, really like this sign.

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No, wait!  I want this one!  When I take over Midgard, I will have this sitting, front and center, on my enormous desk, right near where supplicants must stand.

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Right over the trap door into the dungeon…

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Sigyn and the Tiny Shinies

Our second stop in the Big City to the South is Spice Shop Number Two.  We have managed to secure a parking spot right in front of the establishment!

Which appears to have been de-establishedSo sorry, human male!  Looks like you will have to order your urfa chilies online from now on.  You will have to console yourself with a trip to the Purveyor of Pens, which is fortuitously just in the next block.

Sigyn and the human female are taking this opportunity to have a good snoop in the bead shop which is next door to the defunct spicery.

Now, keep in mind the human female does not need any more beads.  She has bags and boxes and jars and strings and hanks of beads.  She and Sigyn must be part magpie, though, because it has taken them approximately ten seconds to dive into the broken- strand bin and start swimming.



Though I saw to it that they did not emerge with the bronze-colored jump rings the human female initially entered the store for, they have emerged with quite a haul.  There are three strands of faceted beads with the matching larger beads that they had to sift the loose beads for.


I heard the human female counting to fifty and muttering something about “decades”.  I can only assume that that is how long it’s going to take her to actually finish the project.

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Of Pens, Panic, and Noodles

No visit to the Big City to the South would be complete without a visit to the Purveyor of Pens.  The human male and his friend (who has accompanied us on this jaunt) are busy debating the merits of various inks and pens.  I’m not terribly interested in such and am amusing myself by mixing up all the jars of pre-filled pens so that each has three or four different kinds, none of which correspond to the label.

Sigyn is enjoying the fresh flowers that the proprietors tend to have.


Now she has wandered toward the uncharted territory that is the back of the store.  Looks like she is making some new friends.


Not sure what those bearded geezers are doing in a pen shop.  Perhaps they are hear to buy nibs.

(Later:)  The humans have finally finished buying more scribing supplies than anyone could possibly need.  Since it is lunchtime, they have decided that we should check out the eating establishment across the street.  Looks like we can easily place our orders and get a table and


Now the brainless female has run back to the pen store and searched by the flowers and has not found her–and is panicking, and rightfully so!  If my beloved has been kidnapped is in any other way harmed in the slightest, I will make the human female’s short, miserable, mortal life even shorter and much more miserable.

The human female has returned, despondent, to the noodle house.  Luckily, one of the party at our table has a brain.   All it takes is my pointing out to the female that she has, in fact, got a photo of Sigyn talking to those skeezy pixies.  Back she runs, and yes, there Sigyn is, singing little songs with them and not at all aware that she has sent three mortals and one Jotun into heart failure.

I think we all need some hot noodles as a restorative.


Ah, here’s our order.  Lemongrass chicken vermicelli bowl.  Looks good.


Fun fact:  The word “vermicelli” is based on a root meaning “worms.”  Watch me change the human female’s vermicelli into the real thing mid-mouthful.

Now that’s a face.

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The Mini-est of Breaks, Part III: Pens and Pastry

You would think that the humans had eaten as much as they possibly could, but no! The human female and the blue-haired god-daughter have decided to take advantage of this rare trip to the Big City to the South to try out a highly-touted pastry shop.  Let us join them, Sigyn.  There is always room for puff pastry.

It’s a very fancy, Frenchy bakery.  Even the little buildings on the tray have teeny little French signs.


The human female, while tempted by the almond cake with apricots or pears, has opted for something she calls “stroodle.”  That sounds like plumbing backing up!

Oh, I see.  It’s just fancy apple pie.  Sigyn, you’ll like that.  (I am over being jealous of apple cake and apple-cake makers.  Mostly.)


The blue-haired god-daughter is endeavoring to eat a cream puff roughly the size of her fist.  It’s very squishy.


I don’t know whether to help her eat it or to just flop on it and have a bit of a postprandial nap.

The human male and the friends have ended up down the street in the premises of the Purveyor of Pens and we have now joined them. The human male is looking for inks and the female is just poking.

I am still looking for the perfect green ink.


Sigyn, of course, wants red.


Ehehehehehe!   Some of the ink and pen-cleaner labels are miniature works of art.


Volstagg’s triple chin!  Look!  The friendly proprietors have set out pizza, cake, and some wildly decorated doughnuts!


The females could have skipped the pastry and had their sugar fix here!  (But breakfast cereal on a doughnut?!  Who does that?)

Ehehehehe–the human female has tried a cute little fountain pen–and I made it leak on her!  Yes, we’ve been here before, and yes, the human female has come away with inky fingers before, but it still makes me giggle every time.

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