Interlude: Bad Photoshipping

Day 17. 64 pages, 30,106 words.

Ended up not having time to sit in the carpark very much today, but I did have a weird conversation with a friend on Facebook that led to this unquestionable piece of peak pop culture referencology and referenconomy.

My friend insisted that the lines exchanged between Arnie and the Predator in the original Predator were a sign of deep and abiding respect between enemies who had become friends through the hardships of their struggle. I took it the inevitable step further, and shipped them.


And then I Photoshipped them.

This sort of ill-advised creativity usually comes with a sleep-deprivation disclaimer but I’ve been sleeping very solidly over the long Easter weekend, so I may just have to face up to the possibility that this is just what the inside of my head looks like all the time, as a certain unlicensed starship medical officer once said.

– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark.

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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3 Responses to Interlude: Bad Photoshipping

  1. Now you’ve got me wondering what it makes you if you finish your friend’s motherfucker.

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