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.
Um, yeah. Amazing how you can do “comedy” with not just a bit of the truth but fully true.
Yep, Juice Media have always been a bit too uncomfortably real to give me a belly laugh but they are my first and greatest source of that sort of high, disbelieving, near-hysterical laugh of helpless horror that seems to be the new normal for my laughing these days.
Commenting here because my email inbox is toxic right now, for reasons you basically know.
I was just thinking, to remind myself it could always be worse, what it must be like right now for a hypochondriac, germophobic, agorophobic, apophobiac. Surely there are many of us with that combination of common phobias (I have one). How miserable they must be right now, with the invasion of the killer hornets on top of everything else.