Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for February 21, 2011

No divorce in Asgaard huh?

UH-OH!!! Now Tyr’s in for it

You either take her out, or she’ll take you out.

A wedding ring is like a tourniquet It cuts off your circulation.

I’m picturing a fifteen-foot Helga (shudder).

Well, Jen, at least he’s male and he’s paying attention to you.

Besides, you can’t convince me that you’ve never knowingly dated a married man. As the All-Purpose Female, you’ve no doubt had experience playing the Other Woman.

There’s a question as to whether the entities known as “giants” (jǫtunar) were physically large in the sense that we now think of giants. In some stories, such as Þrymskviða, their apparance and size is similar to that of the gods, but in the Gylfaginning, Þórr and his companions take shelter in a cave with five chambers that turns out to be the discarded glove of a jǫtunn. Some of them were decribed as monstrous, deformed and bearing multiple heads (Týr’s grandmother, in the poem Hymiskviða, is described as a giantess with nine hundred heads).

Huuuge … tracts o’ land!