Argh Wednesday

Day 11. 148 pages, 66,975 words.


Today on my way to work, a doe and her fawn came running across the road in front of me. I stopped, of course, but the fawn balked and stopped on one side of the road while the mother stopped at the edge of the woods on the other. Not wanting to scare either of them into scattering further, I sat and waited. The fawn had just started forwards again when another car ripped past me and roared on up the hill. The fawn bolted away into the woods and mother stayed where she was. I’m going to assume that the driver of the other car got two flat tyres and gonorrhea, and that the doe found her fawn again, and that in a year or two they will both be delicious. Nobody ever said upholding a consistent omnivorous worldview would be easy.

Phil LaMarr was a voice actor in Avatar: The Last Airbender. He also voiced Hermes Conrad in Futurama. Also, he was Marvin, who got shot in the face by Quentin Tarantino in Pulp Fiction. I already told this to Facebook, but that still means a solid half of my regular readers (and nine tenths of my commenters by volume) hadn’t heard.

Wump self-identifies as Hufflepuff. Because they’re nice.

I’ve just passed my two-month anniversary at work, halfway through my trial period and doing okay. It’s been a quiet few weeks with everyone on vacation. Tomorrow I will try to remember to bring my Deadpool money box to put on my desk. Each month a new Deadpool, that’s the goal.

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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4 Responses to Argh Wednesday

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    “Wump self-identifies as Hufflepuff.”


    Hey remember that silly Harry Potter’s Houses youtube video? I’m having trouble naming it succintly. “I’m Hufflepuff!” *dazed look*

    That fawn’s name is Bambi. This I declare. And, deer is delicious. Get ’em young! XD

  2. aaronthepatriot says:

    Found it!

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