A Frigging Idiot

It has been a bad 24 hours here.

Let's start with Friday.

I lost some groceries last night, and it is a PIA to the bank account and to my self-esteem. I was tired and not feeling well and had to run for the bus. The pain from last month's bone spurs in my left hip and knee has migrated to my lower back. My bowels were uncertain. I was worn out. I did not find out what I had lost until I got home. Looking at the remains and the receipt from Payless I felt sick, disgusted with myself. Dinner was fixed and eaten, and I thought I could get some work done. All I did before deciding my mind was not right for work was deleting email and read a little. When I called it a night, Kevin McCarthy was still twitching in anticipation of becoming Speaker of the House.

Today, I slept in  - I was up at 6 and decided I was going back to bed, I was tired of being tired. I got back up after 11, diddled a little with my email before walking down to McClure's for pop and smokes. The cold is back here, so I kind of took my time. Then I had a small lunch of cold fried chicken and a soup, and got back online. I answered an email from Charlie G. A shower helps everything but the clock. It is 2:12 PM. 

McCarthy is now Speaker. From what I see of his face on TV, I think this must be what the last dodo looked liked: knowing itself endangered and hoping no one noticed.  Let us pray nothing happens to Biden or Harris before the next election. If McCarthy becomes President, I can see him negotiating with Putin or Xi Jinping by trading away Texas for a hamburger next Tuesday. Makes me wonder if I should not have been a better suicide, so I could avoid seeing such nonsense.

Back to Friday, my reading and only accomplishments:

Kari Lake remains a nuisance:  Kari Lake goes full bananapants, calls herself the 'duly elected governor' of Arizona. Here at home, Todd Rokita gets bad news: Judge orders Rokita to publicly release inspector general’s report about former job (Why not send him back to the private sector?). Meanwhile, back at the ranch:  House members blocking McCarthy speaker bid meet at offices of ex-Trump chief Mark Meadows. Maybe the Republicans should exchange the elephant for this guy.

And I wasted time here. 

Iggy Pop: Every Loser review – punk godfather’s convincing return to shirtless rocking

 Every Loser’s main flaw is that you’re left wanting more. At around a minute each, curt narratives My Animus and The News for Andy (a Madness-type piano stomp in which Pop deadpans a spoof psychiatry advert) sound underdeveloped. Still, acoustic/piano centrepiece Morning Show is surely one of the most beautifully candid things Pop has ever done. “The pain in my face didn’t come from out of space,” he croons, adding a hint of rawness to the chorus” “I’ll fix my face and go, go and do the morning show.” The song addresses age, vulnerability and the daily grind of being Iggy Pop. In his 76th year, he’s managing it very well.

I proposed here public art for Anderson. Here is another example, by way of Indianapolis: Local artist creates portable murals of everyday Indy. See, Anderson? You do not need to let on that I had this idea for drawing tourists to the town.

I need to edit a story - and a whole lot more. 

Such an idiot, if I had a bar tab, the world would end five minutes after I paid it. Well, I got Warren Zevon for consolation:

sch 2:23 pm