"I'll take the Thor roll with extra thunder sauce, and some Heimdall sashimi."

Dear fingers:

Contrary to your impulse at least six times in the past 24 hours, it is not the Aesir nori novel. Okay? Noir. No wrapping Odin in seaweed.

Certain Parties suggest I should save that for a sequel. Certain Parties amuse me but may not be far wrong, alas.

Love,
mrissa

Dear brain:

As long as you're eavesdropping on this sort of thing, noodling on a '30s gangster showdown between Njord and the daughters of Ran is really not the thing. No. Really not.

Love,
mrissa

Dear ears:

Quiddit. I'm tryinna work here.

Love,
mrissa