Interlude: Interesting and True Facts

It’s another lazy Thursday, hopefully I’ll have this cold kicked soon and (I am pre-writing this with some ill-conceived confidence) I will be back in my car today so I will get right on with the story of what happened there.

Maybe tomorrow, though.

Follow-up: Mission accomplished, I did get back in my car! Woohoo!

In the meantime, here are a couple of interesting things I found yesterday.

Back in 2008, Mrs. Hatboy and I used to post together on Usenet. I’ve talked about this before, but I had forgotten the stellar quality (not to mention the sheer volume) of the posts we used to make. We also used to debate about religion, and allowed ourselves to be seen dead in threads where “ad hominem” and “flame” were part of the terminology.


Ah Usenet. Never change.
And it never did.

Did you know it’s going to be America first … but Swedish Finland second? It’s true.

Riktiga truthiness.

In the course of navigating to the mechanic’s place to pick up our car yesterday, I narrowly avoided meeting any trolls.


Although I may have been one at some point.
And for the record, I do have Google Chrome. It just wants me to get it again.

In conclusion, the Finnish word for wig is based on the Middle French word peruke, or periwig in English, referring to the sorts of wigs they wore in the third season of Blackadder.


Blackadder the Third, as the purists will remind me. [insert Scarlet Pimpernel joke here]

That was all I found yesterday. It was a rich full day.

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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