Yesterday we gave Börge a farewell kiss…

I mean literally. It was a bit unhygienic.
…and said hello to our new[1] Toyota Avensis.

I’m thinking, since the car’s license plate starts with LZR, its nickname can be Lazarus.
[1] Well … newish. It’s from the same decade as the one we’re living in. That’s a first.
Oh, and my books finally arrived and the editors (all but one of them but it’s not his fault) have started their work.
Good start to the weekend.
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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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Whoa. Your new car looks, like, great!
And I wonder who that one editor is. I’m sure it’s totally not the poor bastard’s fault.
It’s pretty nice! But yeah, my blame is solely on DHL for fucking up my order yet again. At least CreateSpace were nice enough to refund my postage and send me replacements. So this cost me nothing in the end. Except the price of the lost books. Which might still show up, but I don’t actually need 10 editors’ copies.
Congrats! And ew, but at least it wasn’t dirty enough to write “wash me” with a finger….