What you got for me, Internet?

No time, as usual. Was out late with Wump and Toop having dinner and buying groceries for Saturday[1], now we have enough tortilla wraps and fillings to feed a small army. And we’re still not done! Oh we’re just getting started.

[1] I was already destroyed by my rummy night the night before and the midnight wake-up, and Toop decided to start the excursion off by slamming her finger in the car door. Nothing seems to be broken, luckily her fingers are tiny and squishy. But I regret that I lost my shit at both kids and the general miscon-fucking-ception that car doors are goddamn toys.

But for today, I have nothing. Not even a blast of Internet outrage about Israel or Childish Gambino … although I do have a bit to say about incels just as soon as I can gather up the spoons to give even the slightest shit about them. And I suppose I still have a measured and rational explanation of my dislike for Batman due.

I saw that GQ slammed Vanity Fair, worth a repost:


Comedy gold right there. If you missed the story about Vanity Fair photoshop-failing extra hands and legs onto their cover ladies, go Google that shit.

That’s all from me for today. More cleaning up and preparation to do today. And the weather may be turning, which is just typical after a week of scorching 25-30°C temperatures. Let’s see if it buckets and thunders tomorrow.

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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1 Response to What you got for me, Internet?

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Dude you’re confusing me, I’m giggling like hell and really sorry about the finger-slam and shouty Hatboy at the same time.

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