Because Christmas plays hell with all our lives who haven't had the good fortune to survive or alienate our entire families today has been an aggressively solitary day for me. I did want to ask
speedmetalsteve to go watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, misery loving company, but he was sleeping off having drunk himself insensible in order to cope with the encroachment of his own family. Going to this movie, the Feel Bad Movie of Christmas, was not optional as I needed to escape the presence of my older brother, his girlfriend and two sons. They were set to arrive at 3, the movie started at 2.15 and is 2 hours 40. Maybe I was overly low in my estimation of the degree to which Iain would offer sops to a sense of filial obligation, but blow me if the cunt and his worthless, disrespectful chav family are not still here. So let me tell you about the idiot pantomime of my trying to ascertain which of the vehicles in the close might have been theirs and of trying outside the front door to determine if they'd left. I got it wrong, and so you get this. When I came through the door my first interaction with the family was his oldest, who had picked up one of my disconnected Xbox controllers, and not one of books stacked four feet high which it rested on, telling me that he was going to keep it because it was his now and he'd gotten an Xbox for Christmas. Had the child tried it with one of the books, which he never would, I might have fucking hit him, but at least I'd have respected him. I have literally not had to look at the rest of them to get in here, and don't plan to.
Here's to optimism, lack of data and laziness.