rolls around again. Now that the Down Under election is pretty much over, I won’t have to talk about it for a while. Climate Change imbecile Adam Bandt of the communistic Green party has lost his seat. Even the dopes in Melbourne have had enough of his bullshit. That’s the only good news, but it’s all a lost cause no matter who wins or loses.
The magic is gone..oh well, you’ll have to get a real job now.
Today I’m going to try and focus on the things that concern me, like my quote for repairs for the oil leak which is 35 hundred dollars. Fuck me, I could buy a cheap shit box for that money. What am I gonna do? That’s the price of car ownership when you’re driving around in a modern vehicle. They’re all made out of plastic now. Not really, but you’d think so the way shit breaks all the time.
In Italy the cardinals are all ensconced in the Sistine Chapel trying to figure out who the next Pope will be. Personally I hope it’s Trump, but I don’t think he has much of a chance. This morning on NPR they were outraged that Trump had posted an AI picture of himself dressed as the Pope. It was “so disrespectful” they said. I thought it was rich coming from a bunch of people who, if we’re talking about religious affinity, they would to the left of Satan usually.
Pope Nicholas appears in hell in Dante’s Divine Comedy.
So… I have to take my other car for an oil change tomorrow and I hope that won’t turn into a multiple thousand dollar repair job. I don’t expect it to. Me and Jon the bass player had a rehearsal today. No drummers were present, but who needs ’em? I’ll play the drums myself. Honestly I don’t have the patience to try and get people to show up any more. If they don’t wanna do it, fine. Musicians are a dime a dozen, but good musicians are a little more expensive. I can play every fucking instrument. I just wish I could clone myself sometimes.
According to CNN, Weight Watchers has filed for bankruptcy. “The company announced Tuesday it has entered Chapter 11, which “will bolster its financial position, increase investment flexibility in its strategic growth initiatives, and better serve its millions of members around the world.”
The company, now known as WW International, has struggled with about $1.5 billion in debt and has failed to keep pace with more convenient weight loss options, including GLP-1 drugs like Ozempic, over counting points and calories.”
That’s what you get when you stop fat shaming people. Weight Watchers get put out of business. Personally I don’t want to see fat people, especially on TV. If the number of whales I see reading the news was just one, it would be one too many. That also holds true for people reading the news whose first language isn’t English. Apparently at the ABC they’ve run out of people who can speak the English language clearly and concisely and are forced to use individuals from foreign nations who have trouble pronouncing English words.
Shazza’s looking scarier than Ozzy these days
Yesterday I saw a picture of Sharon Osborne on the Daily Mail website and she looked strange, not because she was overweight, but because she’d lost a lot of weight by using an Ozempic type of weight loss drug. That’s almost as bad as being fat in my opinion. Why do people do this to themselves? Weight Watchers took another hit last year when star investor Oprah Winfrey announced she was leaving the company’s board after nearly a decade holding that position and donated all of her stock to he National Museum of African American History and Culture.
Sharon’s husband, legendary rocker Ozzy Osbourne has opened up about the emotional and physical toll of living with Parkinson’s disease as he prepares for a final performance with Black Sabbath. The 76-year-old icon, often called the “Prince of Darkness,” is gearing up for a one-time reunion show with his former band mates, despite ongoing health struggles that have impacted his mobility and mental health, as well as experiencing muscle loss from extended periods of immobility, Osbourne is currently undergoing rigorous training to prepare for the show. “It’s tough,” he admitted. “I’ve been lying on my back doing nothing, and the first thing to go is your strength.”
Keef’s World, Party Time, Excellence
I suppose I could talk about aging rock stars for the rest of today’s journal. I might as well, but then it would just be a list of the ones who kicked the bucket this year. No one can beat the pope in terms of stellar popularity, even though I thought he was nuts.
Keith’s face looks better than the finish on that Gibson.
Keith Richards who lives in the state next door to me, still rocks on. I go through Connecticut quite regularly but I haven’t spotted him yet. The state gave him a new award recently that recognizes Connecticut residents for their creativity, passion and generosity. Keith became the first recipient of the Connecticut Governor’s Award of Excellence, receiving a custom-designed medallion and hearty applause from dozens attending the ceremony at the Westport Library.
Well, isn’t that great. Keith has had a house in Connecticut for the past 40 years, so I guess he’s earned it. He lives about exactly 1 hour from me, maybe I should ask him if he wants to come over and jam, and also if he knows any drummers.
That’s enough for today.
Since we missed Cinco De Mayo we’re gonna have to make up for it with this.