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“I got nothing” as Blobby sometimes says. I don’t have anything in my week interesting to write upon. So, this week’s Wednesday’s Ws are brought to you courtesy of The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections. The dears suggested they try a turn at this. There are nine questions and eight board members so they all drew lots as to who answer what question. All eight contributed to the last W. This is “Pop Culture Happy Hour” for Vikings.

What’s top of my mind – Sven: A barbarian attack. They always show in spring and it’s June for Thor’s sake, and there’s no signs of them. I guess I am a little disappointed. They were a sort of a spring ritual, like picking daffodils or burning down the east coast. Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians? Those people were a kind of solution.

Where I’ve been – Bjorn: Muspelheim. It is the only place in the nine realms where one can get a decent rack of ribs.

Where I’m going –   Helga ‘Pippi” Long-stocking: Costco. They brought back the free samples and I’m excited. With careful planning I can get a decent meal out of these. Shopping at Costco on a Saturday morning resembles going into one of history’s more bloody battles but the hot dog/soda combination after check out is worth the pushing and shoving and defenestration.

What I’m watching – Snorri Sturlson the 23rd: Flights to Iceland. It’s been ages since I visited Auntie Huldufolk. All my relatives are on furlough, due to covid19 wiping out the tourist industry. Worse luck! Even the Yule Lads are unemployed. They spend their days playing frisbee golf can you imagine?

What I’m reading –  Slater-Wotan: Read? I do not read. Nor do I write. Both a waste of time. That sort of stuff is for our minion, Urspo. I may not be able to write my name but he writes entries about my fame. So who’s the wiser?

What I’m listening to –  Oscar ‘Bunny’ Jarl: Laura Fygi.

What I’m eating – Walter Cnut Fafner: Lutefisk. At the end of our last raid we divvied up the land, only to realize no one had claimed Essex. Bjorn thought it was Sven’s; Sven thought it was Oscar’s; Oscar only knew it east of Wessex and didn’t give a hoot. In the end we agreed to use Essex for storage for our pickled fish. The taste is lovely but oh the whiff.

Who I’m paying attention to – Herbert: Jessica Alba. She’s got nice legs.


What’s making us happy this week – 

Sven: The warm weather.

Bjorn: Imperial tid-bits from America: tobacco: potatoes; and that high-grade narcotic Sven’s so found of.

Helga: Little brown scraps under the tables at Costco. They have a nice crunch.

Snorri: Buns and things.

Slater: Honorificabilitudinitatibus.

Oscar: Hitting people with flat metal objects.

Walter: Rolling down grass hills.

Herbert: Lobster Thermidor aux crevettes with a Mornay sauce garnished with truffle pate, brandy, and a fried egg on top, and Spam. No rubbish.

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