Extreme Wump

Day 56. 85 pages, 42,550 words. Weekend flatline. But the last couple of days of last week were awesome, I got so much written I actually see a gap between the data dots on the graph! Never mind. Anyway, getting the hang of Part Two and have it mostly mapped out.                 

Not sure what was meant to be happening today. I think we’re taking Wump to participate in an Extreme Run for kids? Something like that? Toop will be watching from the sidelines with us.

Follow-up: Wump aced it, competing with kids 1-2 years older than her because of Finnish age grouping methods, came in middle of the pack with no parental help. Hell of an obstacle course, and she did some adorable training yesterday by building her own course at home. Fun day out, now just chilling out at home and getting ready to sauna.


Oh no! Participation medal! If I know my Internet, this is going to turn her into literally the worst millennial ever.

Meh. I have nothing to add for today. Pre-writing this anyway, and starting to feel like I might be coming down with a cough. Ah well.

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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