Somebody's Just Cum On The Cat

I was reading the Guardian's review of the year on Saturday and other than being reminded that it's been a particularly depressing year in terms of world events, I was taken to wondering what my own review of the year would be.

And after some deliberation on the way to pick up a pizza this evening (sun dried tomato, goat's cheese and spinach fact hunters) it is thus:

The year has been 365 days long, some of which I've enjoyed and some of which I haven't. But at the end of each day, the sun has gone down and risen again the next. Which I for one think is a particularly good thing or we'd all be popsicles.

The New Year at least signals the end / beginning of another cycle which is important for us human beings in making sense of life, although it's probably no less arbitrary than celebrating the end of winter say instead. It reminds us at least that time is rolling on and life is out there to be enjoyed while it can.

Reading through the hideous chaos of the past 365 days showed that yet again 'while it can' wasn't very long for an untold number of people in a horribly terrible and wasteful way where in the land of a truly loving God of any description it would never have been. It's a little depressing to think that we can make something as cool as the X Box 360 and yet still feel the need to blow people into small pieces for reasons that just don't stand up in a sane and rational world. We really need to chill the fuck out for a while.

There was an incredible picture of the milky way taken from the Hubble Telescope which puts it all in perspective.