Sigyn has decided color preferences

A Most Interesting Catalog, Part I: Unlimited Creatures

The human female has brought home a most interesting catalog.  Instead of photographs of all the goods, there are little paintings.  Sigyn is quite intrigued because it is all ANIMALS.


Yes, my love, that is a very fine whale.  But where would you put it?

Sigyn is intrigued by the spotted whatsis.


I am more curious about this microcephalic lynx.

Ah–butterflies.  Sigyn likes butterflies!


Predictably, she likes the little red one, while I think the big green one is magnificent.

Ah, hoofstock.  I do appreciate a good set of horns!


But I think the giraffe is defective.  Possibly some corgi in its bloodline.

I can take frogs or leave them, but I have seen videos of this little fellow, number twenty-two.


It would be a most amusing thing to put one of these in the human female’s backpack.  Or her lunch sack.

Sigyn is very excited about the items on this page.  I can understand her enthusiasm.  Marsupials are very handy, what with their convenient pouches.


Sigyn has always wanted a quokka, but I’m more of a numbat aficionado myself.

I can’t help thinking the shipping on all this is going to be murder.

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Oh, Look! It’s a V. I. P.

The human male was helping sort out the flotsam and jetsam from a lab whose Principal Investigator has decamped for a different academic backwater.  Amongst the left-behinds was this wire whatsit.

No, Sigyn, I’m not sure what it is either.


Oh, of course!  It is a Very Important Paperclip!


Sigyn is beyond thrilled because not only is it RED, it has a great big “S”!


What?  Where are you going with it, my love?


Ah.  I bet I know…


She’s going to add it to her growing collection of red fasteners.


All contributions to which, gratefully accepted.

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Greetings From the Midst of the Gaming Weekend

Well, here we all are.  In the party room in the humans’ neighborhood.  People have been going in and out, there is every sort of non-nutritious food, and the noise is deafening.  I’ve been having fun doing a little mischief here and there.  The AC is out, there has been a family squabble leading to a huff and a snit, the lunchmeat the human male bought has gone green and furry, and all manner of little annoyances.  It’s the medium in which I work best.

So far, Sigyn and I have not played any games, although there is one in progress that looks interesting.

It certainly has pieces in pleasing colors.


I think I can sell these chunks of copper for a pretty penny.


The silver and gold, now.  I’m not selling them.  I’m going to pile them up and roll around in them!


Mine!  All mine!

Hmmm.  Interesting.  I do not think the mortals know what they have here.


Or else they’ve forgotten just what I can do with a tesseract

This is a very interesting game, but there is something about it that I find distinctly off-putting…


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Whirlwind Getaway, Day 2, Part Two: The Humans Don’t Know When To Quit

Triple ugh.  If anything, it has gotten hotter.  The humans are all drippy and wilty.  They think it is time for lunch.  Lunch someplace cool.

(later) What?!  By my pointy little horns, these two have NO imagination.  They have returned the SAME restaurant at which they ate yesterday, and have ordered the exact same dishes.  Pitiful, that’s what it is.

Somewhat restored, we have all returned to the garden to see what other delights there may be.

Look, Sigyn!  There is an (indoor!) exhibit of miniature trees.  Come stand next to one for scale.  I don’t really understand the mortal fascination with making things as small as possible, but I will admit it—this does look like a regular, large tree.  Very well done.


The gentlemen at the entrance said we could vote for our favorites in the show, but this specimen doesn’t have a number.  Oh, I see why.  This isn’t a tree. It’s a fern or something.  Sorry, Sigyn.  I know you like it.  You’ll just have to wave and tell it it’s doing a very good job of being a fern in a tiny pot.


Sigyn is hoping that if she is quiet and polite, the two old men will invite her to have tea with them.


Great Yggdrasil!  Look at the roots on this one!


I think this one has been hitting the fertilizer pretty heavily.  Someone should put it on a diet.


Well, that was edifying.  Onward.

Sigyn never can resist a statue.


Careful, dearest.  She looks possessed.  Or as if she’s about to drop you.

Now we have found a greenhouse full of something called “begonias.”   Here is a nice planting of some with very colorful leaves, all grouped around what is billed as a reflecting pool. 


I’m afraid that all it really reflects is the fact that no one has filled or cleaned it recently.

Sigyn is having fun identifying which plants in the bed are alike.  It is like a horticultural matching game!

I like the green ones, and I like how each blade grows in a spiral.


Sigyn, of course, prefers the red.


Now we are in search of the scented garden, which the human female wants very  much to see.  We are standing right where the map says it should be.  Oh, no!  Have the staff decided to close it for refurbishment?


What bad timing!   What a shame!   Ehehehehehe.

Speaking of time, how late is it getting to be?  I GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW, WILL WE?


Don’t look at me. It was like this when I got here.  I swear.

We have moved on to the perennial garden.  Daylilies do not come in red, but Sigyn likes the yellow just fine.


Alstroemeria.  Now THAT comes in red.


Looks like they are out of garden guides.


Yes, Sigyn, this is a cute little “fixer-upper.”  And it would be fun to live in a garden.  But it’s, um, a little lacking in the windows department.  Not to mention that to go in and out we’d have to detach the whole front wall every time.

Also consider that it has no air conditioning, which on a day as hot as this one, is a real deal-breaker.  Whew!  I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a nap and a shower.  Not necessarily in that order.

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More Fun With Chips

As I mentioned in one of the comments on my tortilla chips post from earlier this week, the human male recently purchased several bags of “holiday themed” chips.  Now it just so happens that the usual yule colors correspond to Sigyn’s favorite color and mine.  We are therefore quite interested in these chips.


Must be good–the humans have put TWO clips on the bag!  We can divide them up.  I can eat a half a bag–can’t you?  The green ones are mine and the red ones are yours…


I don’t know Sigyn–these are awfully brightly colored.  I may have to come up with a spell to protect us from all of the horrible dyes that are surely in them.

(Note:  “Totopos de maiz” is Midgardian for “not a color found in nature.”  It’s true. I looked it up.)

Here… Here’s another one for you.


Are you sure you don’t want to try the green?


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Deck The Fa-la-Jingle Holly

Mortals, the sillies, believe that there are only seven deadly sins.  Oh, I can think of waaaay more than that.  Still, if I had to limit myself when outlining the human female’s pecadillos, I would have to go with sloth, every time.

She is very late in decorating for Yule this year, but today she’s actually going to do it.  She has dragged the monstrous tubs o’cheer down from the attic.


This is just one of them. That woman can cram more tat on a defunct evergreen than anyone I know.

First, the lights.


Tsk, tsk!  Tangles!  I don’t know, Sigyn, this looks pretty hopeless–and I haven’t even started to “help” yet.

Well, rats.  Those are the old lights.  Apparently, there are new lights. Brighter, energy-efficient, and considerably less Gordian.  Sigyn likes the red ones, of course.


But I think the green ones cast more dramatic shadows.


DUN dun dunnn!

So, the colored ones are up all right.  Let me see what I can do with the white ones, though.  Hmm.  If I smash just one… a whole bunch of them won’t light.  Eh he he he!  Rather than one of the paired strands not lighting, how about just the first three feet going dark?  let’s see how long it takes her to figure it out.

Still waiting.

Waaiting.  She’s found the defective bulb but can’t seem to get it out of the socket.

Waaaiting.  She’s pried the bulb out of the socket and is struggling to get a replacement in.

Waaaaiting.   Having finally consulted the directions about “What to do if you can’t get a replacement bulb in,” she is struggling to do as they say and dismantle the dead bulb and the good bulb and thread the little metal wires from the top of the good bulb into the old base and try THAT in the socket.  That might just work!

Or it would have, if I hadn’t smashed the old one so completely that there’s nothing to grab onto to commence the dismantling.

And there we are!  The light (so to speak) has dawned at last, and she has at last figured out that it’s a twinkle bulb that’s out and not a steady one, and that even though the twinkle bulbs are bigger, their bases are just a bit smaller.  Problem solved!  Time saved over untangling and trouble-shooting the OLD lights?  None!  Ehehehehehe!


Sleipnir’s fetlocks!  Those purple ones are really bright.  And I’ve tweaked a few things so that the new white ones, rather than fading slowly in and out like serene fireflies in a dusky forest, are flashing off and on like spastic pixies.

All this mischief has made me thirsty.  Sigyn, bring your new friends,


and let’s go get some eggnog.  We can come back later to see how the actual decorating goes…

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A Most Perilous Feast

It is truly the Eating Season, with an endless round of parties, breakfasts, luncheons, and assorted snacktaculars.  The human female always looks forward to the Departmental Luncheon at work.  It is a time to socialize with coworkers and people who work in other buildings.  A time of hail-fellow-well-met.  But mostly a time of unrestrained gluttony.  Sigyn and I have attended before.  There is usually a good variety of comestibles to choose from, and I am by no means averse to trying a little of everything.

Dammit all to Hel and back!  Just as I was assessing her laden plate, the human female nudged me accidentally-on-purpose, and the unthinkable happened.


Laugh it up, you hag.  I must and shall be avenged.  By Thor’s bitty pall-peen, I hope turkey gravy is not permanently damaging to helmets!

That’s better.  Now, what have we here?


Turkey, dressing, potatoes, gravy, green things, yellow fruity things, the human female’s usual offering of pilaf, some shreddy vegetables, a little ball of something that smells vaguely sausagesque, some red goo, and something wrapped in something leafy.  You distract the human female, Sigyn, and I’ll taste-test to see what’s good.

Sigyn is engaging the human female in a discussion of Yule trees.  Sigyn thinks this one is pretty, and a good size.


I don’t know.  I’m not usually much for flocked trees, but if Sigyn likes it…  Sweetie, you do know that I can frost any tree you pick, right?

Oh, no!  Sigyn’s interaction with the table decor has reached unacceptable levels.


Sigh.  Attracted, no doubt, by the sparkly red balls and the crinkly red paper.  Hold tight, my love.  Loki’s coming.

I think we both deserve a big plate of dessert to allay the horrors of our accidents, don’t you?  Let’s see what’s on the goodie table.


Sigyn is delighted to see that there are cut-out cookies.  Please tell me this isn’t the same bear as last year?  He looks less worried but seems to have acquired some brown…something… on his right ear.  Do I even want to know what it is?

Let’s see what else we have.


Volstagg’s embonpont!  I don’t recognize half of this!  But it looks as if it includes an impressive quantity of nuts, fruits, sugar, and fat, so we’re good.  But look at the lower part of that bear!  The human female has eaten his left foot, but there is a second one underneath!  Mutant bear?  Two bears stuck together?  Bear with a spare?  Perhaps that’s why he looks less anxious this year–he knows he can afford to lose a leg and keep on going.

But has he got a second head?  Let’s see you recover from this, you ursine confection!  Munch, munch, munch…

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