Still not a lot to report.
Broken sleep last night, kids woke me up and I went out to write for a bit, then went for an early start at work. Taking public transport so Mrs. Hatboy can have the car for emergency use.
So I wound up getting a semi-wrong bus which took me to the metro station, so I’m taking the metro to work instead of the bus. Slightly longer walk, but fine.
Day will be further interrupted by a Christmas lunch, which will be pleasant. I’m already hungry.
We’re watching Taboo on Blu-ray at the moment. There’s a weird show. With just the right mixture of Pirates of the Caribbean and Game of Thrones actors to make it a bizarro mash-up.
And I watched the Deadpool 2 Super Duper Cut the other night. Really enjoyed the additional jokes and scenes, but was very disappointed that they changed the final death scene where Wade A-Ha’s through the veil to Vanessa. They removed the beautiful acoustic version of Take On Me that was the whole point of that scene, and put another version of the (admittedly good, but already used and not as good) Celine Dion song in its place. Very sad.
That’s about it for now.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while on the metro.
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.
*pokes at the blog*
To borrow from Pulp Fiction, in reference to your comment on part 18, “Let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks just yet” XD
What’s the point in being spineless if you don’t?
Oh right, each other’s. Fine.
No no, full credit for that comeback LOL
After all, it was indeed self-fellatio that was at issue here. I just didn’t want to mess with the quotation.