So, we wanted a boar for the blot for Freyfaxi on Saturday, so Jim the Odinsman and I went to the craft store and found a boy pig. (We couldn’t find a nice, tusky boar). We brought it home, and Jim carefully painted him and added copper streaks and we put him on the dashboard of the car while we drove to go a blotting. Speaking of which, between the alcohol and the food and the overwhelming presence of multiple divinities, I ended up feeling pretty… blotted. Yes. I went there.
Anyway, here’s the Gullinbursti riding on the dashboard of the car. I wish I could get Jim a little Sleipnir to take his place (the golden-bristled one is coming with me 😉 ).
It just occurred to me that “Gullinbursti” has the same number of syllables as “Plastic Jesus” and thus would fit really well in that Plastic Jesus song.
“Gullinburst, Gullinbursti, riding on the dashboard of my car,
Through all the trial and tribulations, we will travel every nation,
with my Gullinbursti I’ll go far.”
Sorry folks. I had to.