Finally we made it (somewhere a needle drops and Pulp's 'The Day After the Revolution' plays) 2014 is finally over. I know it fucked a lot of people over and I might not have got all I wanted out of it but personally it wasn't too bad a year. It gave me 'Only Lovers Left Alive' and the accompanying soundtrack, it gave me Andy Weir's 'The Martian' which you should all read now before Ridley Scott makes a fucking terrible film of it like every other fucking terrible film he's made in his life (seriously, the guy's not had any decent ideas for thirty-five years, how does he still get to make films in this day and age?).
If there is hope, it lies in the proles. But hope? We must do without hope. At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more. Come! We have a long road, and much to do.