Just voting

Day 7. 48 pages, 25,498 words.

Nothing much to add for today. Wump was supposed to have dance class and then go with Mrs. Hatboy to check out some museum exhibit yesterday, before heading to a friend’s place for a sleepover where they intended to stay up all night long. I was going to stay home with Toop and maybe go for a hike in the forest. But since I’m pre-writing this, I just don’t know how it all went. It’s actually snowing as I write this.

[Follow-up: Mrs. Hatboy was sick yesterday so there was no museum, but the rest is so far going ahead according to plan even though Mrs. Hindle apparently forgot the actual purpose of today’s outing.]

Mrs. Hatboy and I also plan to go out and get our voting out of the way today, since Mrs. Hatboy is working at the polling station on election day and I will be watching the kids all day on election day (also, most likely, I will be sporting a five-alarm hangover on account of the day before election day having three separate pub-based parties). But again, I don’t know how that’s going to go because I’m pre-writing and only the word counts are semi-accurate here.

I’m voting Green. Time to send a message. If you don’t give a shit about human beings and the planet we all live on (or, in the case of a very small minority, in orbit around), then fuck you, get out of my government. I will destroy you with all the democratically-provided power I possess, as a permanent tax-paying non-citizen resident. Notice served.

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. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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2 Responses to Just voting

  1. dreameling says:

    So there’s Mrs. Hatboy and Mrs. Hindle? Have you gone Mormon?

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