We Come From the Land of the Ice and Snow

So it was six degrees more or less all day yesterday, and the wind chill hit twenty-someodd below last night. Love me that New England.

But THAT is not the reason for the title of this post. The title of this post stems from the following sequence of events.

I got an e-mail from Meghan, the iSiL2B. Said e-mail contained this image:


Now, that made me laugh, but I wasn't sure if it was really on the spot. After all, "Red Robster" could mean this...


So I did a little more work and made this...


But then I thought about it more and that could mean this:


Now I don't know what to think...

But I do know...

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.