It’s Ropecon this weekend, and hopefully I will have another grand report post to make next week. I haven’t needed to put much effort into my costume this year, which works out nicely since Mrs. Hatboy and I went all out with Wump and Toop’s costumes. I can’t wait.
Should be a fun weekend, although tiring. And I have a new Steal of Time book to post up so you won’t be left wanting for content. For now, though, I’m just going to share another of those classic “I thought it was funny but I went to bed at half-past three that morning” moments that often follow my weekly write nights.
Story is going well, by the way.
Sorry about that. Enjoy your weekend.
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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Definitely a feather in your cap.
And this is why i stopped using Facebook…….
Oh this is why. Then why are you still using all the other social media forms through which I share my terrible puns?
Cause i eat punishment the way you eat turkey.
Behind the scenes DVD extra on this one: I was so tired that I spent at least ten minutes arguing with my own brain about whether the plural of “turkey” was “turkeys” or “turkies”.
Lololol, i was trying to make a gluttony joke and just fell….so flat. Maybe you and i should sleep some then revist this.
Oh the gluttony joke was good, now I’m craving turkey.
Let me explain. no, it takes too long, let me sum up.
The only turkey joke i could think of was the word gluttony. My brain is….not operating.
Is it a Thanksgiving thing? It feels like a Thanksgiving thing.
Not for me
Then I have no idea how turkeys relate to gluttony except they’re delicious but that doesn’t seem like enough levels.
They really dont is my point, my brain went Dundee style walkabout. Although EVERYBODY eats too much at a turkey dinner
Fair to say. Also “gluttony” sounds like something a turkey would say after it graduated university and “gobble” was too lowbrow.
I could have gone with “because im a turkey” but im not sure how well that translates across the various englishes, especially since turkeys dont exist in other parts of the world as a wild bird.
It’s doing well in Australia at least.
Stay tuned for a blog post where I dramatise that argument into a Creepy and Hatboy short story.
Also “because im quiting them instantly in turkey years” was gonna trigger the fuck out of aaron.