Megalomaniacs Avenging Penguins,

I been tried to finish work before the fall of darkness in the earlier part of the week, the road to work is always foreign in the dark. I achieved earlier finishes but they weren’t early enough to avoid the use of headlights. The skies were stunning on the way home, deep oranges and reds fade through sky blues to the dark of space above dotted with stars. However, attention still had to be paid to the icy roads. I decided to finally give up work for the year when the peace and quiet in the building became loneliness. Loneliness isn’t so bad, but ratio of the bloke who lives in the cupboard at the end of the office to people who work in the office was 1:1 and that was undesirable, especially since he doesn’t say anything (however he isn’t averse to kicking or banging the filing cabinet on the way past my desk, he only does this to my filing cabinet).

On the theme of end of year lists, I’ve been putting together two lists, a list of most evil people of all-time and a list of the year’s good lyrics. I’m not sure whether “evil” exists, perhaps “evil” is really the extreme of “selfish”. The lyrics one is pointless because if Gonzo Borrell sang “where in the world would I run?”, which I like as a lyric despite it’s lack of complexity, the effect is obviously much diminished in comparison to when it was gifted by James Yorkston in the song 5am, on the wonderful Year of the Leopard album.

I hate Christmas. It’s a time of one-off gestures; these gestures don’t repair the fissures in our society. People get duped as they strive to conform. It’s a time of great waste. If it’s the “season of good will”, what are you bandits up to for the rest of the year?

I miss the isobar chart.