but the weather still sucks. I just came back from Aldi, the cheapest supermarket around here. I heard one guy complain that there wasn’t enough variety there once. This idiot apparently thinks that the exact same product packaged in 20 different labels gives you a choice. The regular supermarkets are overloaded with plastic packaged slop that nobody should consider consuming, ever. I was listening to “The Beat Goes On” by Sonny and Cher and they were singing about the supermarket being the latest craze, so they are a fairly recent phenomenon in the scale of things. Cher sounds unbelievable on that song. It’s rare to hear such a pure, unblemished tone today.
I just got a call from my friend Kevin who fixes amps and electronic equipment. I took my Fender SuperTwin, the world’s loudest amp, over to his place to see if we could get it to sound quieter. He said just take out a few of the tubes. We’ll see how that works out. At the moment there is no band. Rick the drummer is awol, and Jon’s busy with something or other. I don’t mind, it’s too hot to be in a room full of amps and lights throwing off a lot of heat. I have been thinking about doing some kind of videocast. Since I can host it on my website I can say things that the ghouls and goons at Youtube, Faceberg etc etc might not approve of. It’s too hot to do anything like that today. Although it’s a lot cooler this brick and granite fortress retains the heat like a brick pizza oven.
This is a kinda boring journal today. I have no interest in what’s happening in the world. The New York Post is obsessed with the bunker busting bombs that were dropped on Iran last week. There’s a story about Michelle Obama, and why she’s rarely seen with Barack. The picture almost looks like another person. Is this an Ozempic face? It looks wierd.
I dunno, it’s scary what these weight loss drugs to a person. Sharon Osborne is exhibit A in that respect. The Diddler’s trial seems to have been knocked off the front page. People are saying he’ll be acquitted. I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m so totally uninterested in the comings and goings of “rappers”, it’s not funny. I’m not going near the Australian media today, maybe not for the rest of the week. Every time I look at it, it gets worse. The place is a madhouse. I was doomscrolling through faceberg yesterday.
You know when you look at the page of someone you know, and then you look at the pictures of people they know, and you see another person that you know an on and on… I shouldn’t do it. I am so disconnected from my former life that it’s almost like I never lived it, or it was another person. Like an astronaut who escaped gravity and time, when I come back to earth everything has changed and people don’t even know me anymore.