When I was a young kid I once found a dead animal and my grandfather taught me “how to see the bones” by placing the lifeless creature on an ant hill and letting the little buggers have a smorgasbord. I found the whole procedure both fascinating and nightmarish, Practically speaking, it’s a great method for cleaning skulls — and ecofriendly too I might add. I figure crabs probably do a similarly good job, and that seemed a bit more Viking for some reason (I remember someone being eaten by crabs in the movie, The Vikings). Enjoy! 😛
Comic
Odin thinks Baldur is building his mead hall all wrong. Skylights,
plumbing, windows… these are modern notions that should be shunned
like a giantess with a rotten crotch!
A proper mead hall is a simple affair: a smoky, windowless room with wooden benches, a fire pit, and a trophy wall on which to display the severed heads of one’s enemies. Odin would rather sit in the dark than take an arrow in the face because someone insisted on having a lovely view of the fjord.
Frigg is excited that Baldur, her youngest son, is finally building his own mead hall and leaving home. Odin warns her not to say goodbye just yet. Baldur lacks the fortitude to deforest a hillside and transform it into a wooden palace of drinking, boasting, and rowdy romping. Right now his little lordship is probably apologizing to some robin for even thinking about disturbing her nest. Meanwhile, Thor is wondering where to put the 30,000 used tires that Baldur ordered for his ecofriendly mead hall.
I’m not sure how Odin has managed to kick his sons out of the house without any feet, but I never intended these comics to be completely literal. In any case, Frigg is dejected that her young son is leaving home, but Baldur comforts her, saying his new mead hall will be just over the ridge.
Vidar and Vali both left home after drunken brawls with Odin, and Thor was tossed out by the horns after he broke the bed with one of his giantessa girlfriends. Frigg cries tears of joy. Baldur is going to be first child to leave home without his father’s foot in his ass!
Baldur shares his mead hall blueprints with Odin. At Breidablik, skylights compliment a warm interior with candlelit tables and a few small booths to encourage intimate conversation. Upstairs, each of the seven theme bedrooms allows guest to experience what sleep is like in another zone of the biosphere. Each theme bedroom has a corresponding theme bathroom — if you’ve ever wanted to crap in the jungle, now’s your chance!
Odin hate the design. It’s not the theme bedrooms that bug him, it’s the indoor plumbing. Indoor plumbing is for old women and dwarves.
The social system in Giant Land is being flooded with mutant children. The sons of Odin delight in slaughtering giant males but have no compunctions about impregnating giant women. But of course they are nowhere to be found once the crossbred monster is born. Thor of course is the biggest culprit. Mimir suggests he put a sock on pickle before his next ride on a tuba tanker. I mean, should the gods really be above contraception?
What is it about battle that so excites the spirit? The anticipation one feels before the onslaught when one’s senses are at their finest? Or the beautiful chorus of swords clashing and enemies pleading for mercy? Or perhaps it’s the brilliant colors of the battlefield as the blood of the vanquished seeps into the grass and volcanic rock…
Then again, maybe it’s just the free stuff one gets after victory. Claiming someone else’s stuff as your own is hard to beat.
On a completely unrelated front, a friend of mine sent me this awesome clip of a death metal rooster today. Thanks Niles. Enjoy.
A fertility god does more than just hump.
Other duties include:
– granting healthy children to parents
– producing bountiful harvests in the fields
– providing wealth and prosperity to deserving followers
But let’s face it, the humping is where the real fun is at!