What I Did On My Holidays, 2017-2018, Day 7

Day 31. 83,804 words.

On Saturday, we went to visit some old friends and neighbours of ours from the Early Days when we all used to live in East Fremantle. They’d retired and moved down south and now had a small winery. So we enjoyed some home-cooked pizzas, a refreshing swim in their dam, and a couple of bottles of their fine product.


For reference, this is what I mean when I say “dam”. Except obviously theirs was a bit fuller than this one.

I had a bit of an unpleasant bout of stomach-ache that resulted in a low-level case of the runs, and had to excuse myself to perform an emergency bag-change. Not really worth mentioning, except I love oversharing and it’s always fun to change bags in new and interesting places.

Anyway, once my stomach issues passed I felt much better, and was able to enjoy a nice afternoon with old friends.

That evening, as luck would have it, the old ’90s classic Jumanji was on television. This was great because Wump hadn’t seen it, and we had decided to go to see the sequel at the cinema the following week. So naturally she had to know what the whole thing was about.

She enjoyed it, although the constant interruption of commercials was swift to drive her up the wall. I’d forgotten how annoying ads were. It’s bad enough when you get ten seconds of them in a YouTube video. We’ve been spoiled by DVDs and Netflix.

I have to say the movie didn’t exactly stand the test of time, it was all a bit silly and not one of the late Robin Williams’s better performances … but still, a classic. Very enjoyable.

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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7 Responses to What I Did On My Holidays, 2017-2018, Day 7

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    That’s a dam watering hole, is what that is.

    I thought the original Jumanji was pretty widely panned and therefore would have no test of time to stand up to….

    • stchucky says:

      Well, in this case it was a six-metre-deep watering hole the size of a football field, so yeah.

      As for Jumanji, I suppose we don’t need to revisit my opinion of what everyone else thinks about movies.

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