Once again the Internet has nothing interesting for me. Had a nice weekend, walked to Hakunila with Toop to pick up some packages and get snacks. Came home and played Zelda while Toop watched YouTube.
Mrs. Hatboy and Wump were at Maailma Kylässä, which I figured I’d better skip because I’d only spend €60 on spring rolls, chicken fritters and ginger beer, and I don’t get paid for this ridiculously expensive month until the end of the week. Still, they seemed to have fun.
We finished watching Safe on Netflix. Pretty damn good, in a Twin Peaks kind of way – just without the kooky supernatural elements. And I know that doesn’t sound much like Twin Peaks, but you’ll figure it out.
Anyway, it was good. Hall did a reasonable Brit. Marc “Mr. Teatime” Warren was easily the best thing in the show. And it had a great soundtrack with a couple of songs by Barns Courtney.
Not much to add. My proof copies have shipped (let’s see if DHL manages to deliver this time), and my e-book is waiting in my inbox ready to be uploaded to the Kindle platform. The First Feast is a go.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while on the bus.
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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We just finished Safe, too! I was going to recommend. I’m glad you commented on Hall’s accent as I wasn’t sure how well he was doing. Seemed off to me but then again I only know a few British accent…dialects? Not sure how to say what I mean there. I allowed that maybe his was like one I hadn’t heard much, instead of him just doing it badly. So, yay!
Yeah I really enjoyed it. There was so much weird shit going on I thought there was no way it would all make sense, but in the end it did. Or at least when I filled in the blanks I could say “yeah, I guess that was logical of X or Y”. Well except for the main murder itself. They didn’t sell that for me, but eh. I’m picky.