perfidy

At least, I sure hope they do.

Growing up I always enjoyed Scandinavian mythology. To be sure I read alot of Greek tales as well and I found them no less exciting, what with the crazy monsters and the brave heroes and the beastiality. But the Norse tales were, I dunno, edgier somehow. That world was battle, broadsword, and blood on the ice, a far cry from the Mediterranean climes, vineyards, and olive groves of the Greeks. I knew what deep snow and arctic chills were about; I don't think I could have picked an olive branch out of a lineup. While the Norse tales were more challenging, due perhaps to their obscurity relative to the domination of Greco/Roman sources on subsequent publication, their telling always resonated with me in a way the Greek stuff never did. They were both fantastical, but the Norse tales will always seem more...real.

Which brings me to the Ragnarok, the final war of Gods and Men.

As best I understand the Norse cosmology, when men die they go to one of three places: Hel, a horrible place of shadow and icy mist reserved for that sorry lot who die in their sleep of old age, and from which none return; Volkvangr, Freya's hall, for folks who died in violence but not neccessarily in glorious battle, not sure what becomes of these folks in the end; and of course Valhalla, Odin's hall.

Valhalla was reserved for the bravest warriors who fell in battle. Odin's servants, valkyrie, would choose the greatest of the slain (and indeed may have caused their deaths in the first place, by "fettering" or otherwise crippling the hero at the critical moment- there is seemingly some overlap between conceptions of Norse valkyrie and the Celtic Morrigan here), and wing them to Valhalla. There, the spirits of the Earth's mightiest warriors fight by day and feast by night, training to serve under Odin's command at the Ragnarok. And even though Fate has foretold the result and the ramifications of the final battle and the end of the universe, no party- Men, the dread Jotun (giants), or even the Gods themselves- can alter it.

So where does that leave me?

I don't have a battle, even a metaphorical one, that would hope to qualify me for Valhalla. And I'm not going to be the guy who tries to get in, you know, by default. I'm not going to tell thousands of burly vikings that I should be included because, yeah, I didn't fight an actual battle but I *DID* improve the database interface between IT, Advancement, and Admissions and got 5's across the board at my last annual review because of it, which was kinda like a battle because Jean in IT is so prickly and it's almost impossible to get a meeting with Janet in the Business Office to finalize the budget.

No sir.

My only hope is that Asgard's army will need administrators. Maybe on some fateful day the valkyrie will come, desperately in need of a chubby douchebag administrator to help do some import and config work so Valhalla's database can talk to Volkvangr's, and thereby contribute to the final battle.

Because unless that's the case, I'm probably going straight to Hel.