Your Weekend in Random: The Weird Sense of Humour of the Universe

Here’s something I randomly bumped into while reading an old Usenet thread during my lunch break (I do that sometimes, it’s sad but occasionally hilarious).

In this post from almost exactly eleven years ago, I guess all you really need to know is that one of the newsgroup denizens (a wise and revered elder, whose beard we young whippersnappers never failed to tweak at any opportunity) is telling an anecdote about a nasty hot-chilli experience, and Mrs. Hatboy and I were commenting on it.

It starts in an additionally amazing and hilariously ironic way, considering US foreign policy and the Perpetual War.

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And that, my friends, was the moment the universe decided that my first published book would be a book about my arse, and the horrible things that came out of it before the end.

Funny old world.

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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