As promised, I’m going to take a bit of a break for the next four weeks. I’ll blog up anything that strikes me as super important or inspiring (can’t promise my work on incels, Batman, or Boonie the weasel’s back-story will feature, but who knows?), but in the meantime I’m gonna be busy doing nothin’. Also, hopefully, writing Greyblade at last.
In the meantime, this is my 1,800th blog post, and I’m going to go out in style with a celebratory tweetstorm I was rather proud of in celebration of 1,000 (and then some) Edpool tweets.
Gaaaaahh complete with typo…
Never say I don’t give and give to you people.
Have a great midsummer, northern hemisphere. Hang in there, southern hemisphere. Wipe that smarmy smirk off your face, flat-Earthers.
– posted from my Huawei mobile phone while in carpark; tweets composed during coffee and lunch breaks.
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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Your blog entries will be missed! Also, speaking of missing, I need to get Dead Shepherd or however it’s spelled, lazy, in a rush. Almost done with First Feast! You nailed humans, you sure did. LOL =/