Day 49. 161 pages, 58,131 words. Ugh, not really getting anywhere with these short stories, but I guess I’ve been up against a few challenges.
Turns out there was nothing (identifiably) wrong with my motherboard, cabling, graphics card, or anything else. It was just my monitor that was fucked.
Now, thanks to the grand efforts of Heikki (and the saintly patience of Kristiina), I have a new monitor, bigger and better than the last. Heikki also vacuumed and air-mist-vapour-cleaned my rig from top to bottom.
Additionally, and this is no small thing, his tech support work necessitated my finally cleaning out and vacuuming my office, which was several years overdue.
I am deeply, deeply obliged.
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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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Literally years?
Literally years.
Oh god. I’ve been in that room this year.
It would have done your immune system a world of good. I found a lot of long-lost treasures as I was digging through the layers of dust and fast food boxes.
So, no need to cook today?
There’s no nutritional value in fast food boxes from 2012, dude.
I was thinking you found juicy leftovers.
And you’re saying that from 2013 onwards there is?
Nah, no juicy leftovers. It wasn’t that disgraceful – just dusty and piled up. Oh, and there were two enormous garbage bags full of empty cans and bottles. And I found a T-shirt.
Does the T-shirt fit you?
It was pretty tight last time I wore it, but I’m going to say yes.
Then that’s a total win.
Is “aiir” a thing or were you just double-i’ing out of Finnish habit?
Dumb keyboard is dumb.