Checking in

Not a lot going on this week, but I’ll be busy at work and busy editing Greyblade[1], and after my long weekend of shrill activism I’m pretty much done with politics for the time being – identity or otherwise.

[1] Yes, BRKN’s editorial comments have already come in, but the rest of my excellent editorial team shouldn’t feel bad – I’ve given them until the end of the year and there’s absolutely no shame in being beaten by ol’ Bottomless Pete the Destroyer of Books.

Had a couple of little parties over the weekend which were fun. Hung out with Wump and Toop and Wally for a stretch, and Wump and Mrs. Hatboy hit the traditional Raskasta Joulua heavy metal concert on Saturday night.

Not a lot else to report. I’m frustrated and angry at stupid people pretending they’re smart and smart people pretending they’re stupid, and both of them buying into the narrative that intelligence is bad. Fuck you, get out of my species.

And if you can, spare a kind thought for my grandma-in-law who was moved into palliative care over the weekend, and for my father-in-law who is in getting a cancerous kidney removed. It’s a pretty rough time but [insert dumb platitude here].

Meh, this is boring. Maybe I should write something else.

– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while picking Wump up early after a vomiting attack, when it rains it pours (vomit, apparently).

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.
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2 Responses to Checking in

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Best wishes to your in-laws going through the ailments of aging and medical procedures, more common now probably in part due to what those old cunts did to our world.

  2. dreameling says:

    Well. Shit. I’m sorry to hear about the in-laws. Voimia vaan kaikille.

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