Interlude: Goodbye, week 51. You sucked.

Another little bit of filler for today, I’m afraid. I have to write something, so let’s see if I can make it worthwhile.

Oh, I had a dream the other day. A short while back, when I was enjoying a Christmas party with some friends, conversation had turned to dreams. Now, one of the ladies had mentioned having a dream about Johnny Depp. Natural enough, I’m sure. She then remarked that she hadn’t had such a dream in a while, and when another lady mentioned having a surreal sort of a dream with Johnny Depp in it, we all concluded that this must have been where he had gone.

Anyway, I had a dream about Johnny Depp the other night. Sorry ladies, he’s mine now. He was behind a bar, serving me drinks.

Why, what did you think he would be doing? Man must know his way around a bar.

Anyway, this weekend should be a bit of quiet depressurisation, and if it isn’t I guess I will know by the time I post this pre-written bit of tomfoolery. Lots of Christmas cards to make still. Holy crap, Christmas is next week!

Well, good. This week sucked. Bring on Week 52, and then bring on 2015. Try harder, universe. I have not been impressed with the way years have been going. Although I have to admit that even with all the beloved co-workers I lost this year, it is still a slow and steady upwards spiral from 2011.

2011 sucked. 2014 is just lame.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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1 Response to Interlude: Goodbye, week 51. You sucked.

  1. thelinza says:

    Word. Bring on 2015 and better news all around.

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