Wednesday. NICE.

Day 31. 26 pages, 12,422 words.

Poopycrap, completely ran out of time for anything today, but hey. Happy Cassini Day!


Not sure how it got that picture it looks at after taking the shots … but okay. I suppose it’s the last pic it took as it headed back out. Fine. Makes sense. Moving on.

Off to see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 tonight, by a space-related coincidence. But first, a ton of stupid meetings. Actually, just one, an X-ray unit photo session … should be pretty fun really, don’t mind me. Oh, they did try to book another far more pointless meeting after that one, but I said there was no way.

Started watching Star Trek: The Next Generation with Wump last night. She still wasn’t terribly into it – Deep Space 9 or even Voyager might have been more interesting – but it’s a bit more accessible than The Original Series. Let’s see if she has any interest in continuing with it. The past couple of days I’ve gotten home from work to find them watching Doctor Who, and that makes me very pleased.

What? I watched Doctor Who from the age of 2 or 3. Nothing wrong with me.

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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