Alright, lightening it up

Sorry about my babbling and over-enthusiastic people-scolding these past few days, it’s been unpleasant but the truth is I know a lot of excellent people and they should be celebrated and encouraged in their brilliance.

Pints, then. Soon. And I’ll save my misanthropy for my books.

We had an all-day training session yesterday, and we’ve got another one today. It’s a bit boring since I’m already reasonably familiar with the tool and additional training is unlikely to help with the bizarre bits, but at the same time it gives me a chance to vegetate a bit, as well as randomly getting some e-mails and various work done in between.

Toop was being an absolute tiny arsehole yesterday, although I admit I didn’t make it better by laughing. But this was the conversation that happened.

Toop: I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. Mama, I wanna watch Winx. Mama, I wanna watch Winx.

Mrs. Hatboy: No.

Toop: I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx.

Mrs. Hatboy: No. Stop asking now.

Toop (starting to cry): But mama I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx.

Me: No Winx. Come over here and we can play on my phone together.

Toop (crying): I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx.

(we play on the phone for a bit, but she starts screaming so into the bathroom for chill-out she goes)

Toop (coming out of the bathroom some minutes later): I wanna watch Winx. I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx. Mama I wanna watch Winx.

Mrs. Hatboy: Listen, it’s time for dinner. There’s no Winx now and if you keep going on about it there won’t be any more Winx and you can go back to chill out a bit more, okay?

Toop (sniffling): Okay.

(sniffles some more, hiccoughs, recovers)

Toop: Mama…?

Mrs. Hatboy: Yes?

Toop: I wanna watch Winx.

This was the point at which I lost it, and we all laughed. This didn’t stop her from asking to watch Winx – she’s quite relentless – but at least we were then able to shovel some food into her and then distract her with other things. And then give her a bath. And then put her in bed.

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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3 Responses to Alright, lightening it up

  1. dreameling says:

    Dude, I’m gonna reply to yesterday’s post. I just hadn’t found the time yet.

    • stchucky says:

      Oh no, I was sure you would. I know you have a backlog. I was just concerned that I hadn’t gone to enough lengths to make it clear that I meant what I was saying in only the most admiring and praise-filled of ways. It did come across as super grumpy and critical, no matter how I tried to phrase it. Anyway, you take your time. We can’t all have two-day training courses.

  2. This cannot be real life. LOL.

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