Okay, I really don’t have a godphone to Loki, like some folks do. Every now and then I get “pings” or even more definite gut-level tugs. I often feel a presence. Once in a while I’ve “heard” a strong message, like “no!” accompanied by unmistakable emotion (like when I mistakenly licked the spoon from His jar of Nutella after vowing never to eat from it). Mostly, though, I use the pendulum and other divination methods to communicate with my deities and guides, including Loki.
Still, I can’t help being amused by the kind of spam this blog gets–and by imagining Loki’s responses. Today, I cleared out “Sex Gals” and a cheap viagra post from the spam cache, and I could imagine Loki looking over my shoulder inquisitively. The rest of this blog is going to read like one of those (often annoying) conversation memes that are spread around social media like cheap mayonnaise.
Loki: “‘Sex Gals?‘ Sounds interesting!”
Me: “To you, maybe. Not to me.” (Proceeds to bulk edit spam cache.)
Loki: “How do you know those spam messages aren’t actually highly significant, divinatory messages from me? Or (snort) from Freyr?”
Me: “Are you really going to make me drag out Freyr’s pendulum too? I can, you know.”
Loki (grins): “Wouldn’t think of putting you through all that trouble!”
Loki: “Hey, I saved your life yesterday! Without me making you feel suddenly dizzy and sick, thereby causing you to delay your departure for five minutes while you took out my pendulum to ask if you should drive all the way to the Bay Area to see your youngest son, you might have been the spam in a can in that upturned car three blocks from your house!”
Me: “You’re saying I owe you?”
Loki: (Grins and says nothing.)
Me: “But I already deleted the spam!”
Loki: “Check your other blogs. Check that sexologist one!”
So I dutifully switch to the other blog and take a look at the spam cache.
Me: “Damn. There’s thirteen of these suckers already! You really want me to swing the pendulum for each one of these things?”
Loki: “Yep. Mine first. Then Freyr’s.”
Me: (Exasperated.) “Oh for heaven’s sake!”
Loki: “Asgard. You mean Asgard.”
Me: “I dunno. That really super long twumpian/Christian prophecy spam might beg to differ. It says that the end is nigh.”
Loki: “It’s always ‘nigh.’ Look at Ragnarok for heaven’s sake!”
Me: “LOL! Now you’re doing it!”
Loki: “So what else is in your spam cache?”
Me: “The usual. An ad for 500 mg. of amoxicillian is attached to my ‘Men with Smaller Penises’ post. Someone else offers licentious portraits of college girls…”
Loki: “That’s not from me!”
Me: (Dryly.) “I’m relieved.”
Me: “To continue with our spam inventory…CBD oil, something about ‘my nephew’ and ‘my pet’ but it honestly makes no sense, ‘amoxicillin for cats’…say, who makes amoxicillin anyway? Is it Bayer? Because they just bought Monsanto and the stock is DOWN!…(gleeful laughter with an tinge of ‘fuck the world is ending’ hysteria…).
Loki: (Dryly.) “Try to focus, won’t you?”
Me: “Ahem. Sorry. Okay…tech…fleece…RSS feed… There’s not much here except the apocalyptic Christian thing about bitcoin and the sign of the beast. One of yours?”
Loki: (Dryly.) “Use the pendulum to test each one.”
And then I get a bright idea.
Me: “I don’t have to! I just did a bulk pendulum query to ask if any of the spam posts are actually secret messages from either of my two fave gods! And the answer was ‘no!'”
Loki: “Smart ass.”
Me: (Smirking.) “Let’s go play with InspiroBot instead.”
So, we play with InspiroBot and this happens:
Me: “Are you sure that’s not a licentious portrait of a college girl?”
Happy Mother’s Day. The end is nigh.