Farewelling ’25

So New Year’s Eve rocked. Who could’ve imagined that leaving the house would actually be a good idea? Certainly not me, and yet so it was… all-round good vibe, good crowd (if somewhat smaller than I’d thought it might be), didn’t even have undue problems with taxis either way (though the street closures around Central Station made the return journey slightly more complicated than it was to get there). It was actually worth going out on NYE after all. Maybe I’ll even do it again next NYE, that’s how good a night I was having last night.

And I’m particularly glad I did cos it appears that we all died at midnight:

Click to enlarge the image to full size so you can read the fine print about the UN’s various agendas for the 21st century… on which note, well, the attempt at massive depopulation didn’t really work out, did it? Covid-19 didn’t cause quite the same carnage that the “Spanish” flu did… But yeah, apparently all of us that got THE JAAAAAAAAAAB were supposed to die by NYE ’25, so I presume that, when the clock ticked over at midnight to January 1 2026, those of us who hadn’t already carked it before that finally did so in accordance with the prophecy, and I am now blogging from beyond the grave…

…And no doubt you’ll be amazed to find this is far from the only interesting thing on Jane’s Twatter. Not exactly Holocaust denial per se, but the next best thing… oy.

Anyway, talking of things people post online:

This was posted last by a FB friend who posts quite a lot of this sort of thing, and this one… kind of hit a little more than usual. Cos one part of my evening involved a conversation with Jennie Langton, who’s kind of the current photographer of whatever passes for the goth scene in Sydney (and who took this rather good photo of me), and she was… concerned when she saw me. She seemed to think I’d lost quite a lot of weight. Which I certainly haven’t been trying to do and am fairly sure I haven’t done (if I’m thinning anywhere it’s in the hair department); my gut is sometimes more or less apparent depending on how recently I’ve taken a shit and what t-shirt I’m wearing, but Jennie was really worried about how much she seemed to think I’ve shed… and, well, I found it kind of puzzling cos, apart from anything else, no one ever, you know, says that sort of thing to me. I’m not used to people caring about me that much. The only thing I can think of that I’ve done differently lately has been my diabetes meds, last time I saw the doctor he changed me from the metformin I’ve been on for about 20 years to a somewhat more jumped-up version of the latter called Trajentamet to try bring the old blood sugar down a bit more… and all it’s really done to me is make me sick; as I’ve discovered, vomiting and nausea are known side effects of this stuff, and I was getting a lot of that… so I’ve stopped taking it and had no such trouble since, but even so it shouldn’t have changed me that much. Did Jennie see something I can’t? I don’t know.

And, well, it’s not like Jennie and I actually really even know each other that much. We don’t interact online cos she’s almost never online, and I think the only time we’ve spoken to each other that wasn’t at a club was one night when I’d just left Oxford Art Factory and we passed each other in the street while she was on her way there… that’s about it. But Jennie was worried about me when she saw me last night in spite of all that and she meant it, and she said as much to me, which is more than people usually do (and, again, more than I usually do to others). And it was a bit confusing. And then I got home once I was done, did my first scroll of Facebook for the new year and saw that picture above. And, well, I realised that I had in fact just got kindness from someone right at the end of a particularly infernal year, of a sort that, as I said, I’m not used to… and which, to be honest, I kind of liked and wish I were more used to it. Perhaps if I practise it myself towards others more often? Perhaps I should be a lot less hard on myself than I tend to be? I think I may not practise it towards Jane Orrick, though…

Doggo time!

Let us maintain the great tradition of this blog:

Because something good had to come out of 2025, and these chaps and chapettes were it. Particularly the Pomeranian chasing the bear out of that house. Let us at least get 2026 off to a good start.

And compensation for it, too

Doggo here seems eminently correct. As one of my Facebook friends noted the other day, he hadn’t seen anyone posting “2026 is going to be My Year” or any of the similar bullshit that people say when the old year is ending and the new one’s about to start once they’ve got over their NYE hangover. Similarly, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone saying what a great year 2025 has been for them personally. Every December 31st I tend to say something about how glad I am to see the back of the old year, and I think this year that is more true than ever, and I just wish I had any confidence whatsoever that 2026 will be an improvement. I’d like to at least be able to say it won’t be any worse than 2025 was, but I fear 2026 will just shout “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” at me and prove me horribly wrong if I do say that… so I won’t. Just in case.

Anyway, unless something astonishing happens in the afternoon that I simply must comment on, I think this might be my last post for 2025 (getting it in during the wee hours of the 31st), because—and I can barely believe it myself—I might actually be going out. Yes, incomprehensible as it sounds, I’ve decided I might actually Do Something for New Year’s Eve this year, which I can only assume is a sign of baffling desperation or of something being wrong me… I mean, a number of things are wrong with me, including mentally, and I will probably end up with regrets if I do go out (which is dependent on me still feeling up to it on the night and taxis being obtainable if I am)… but anyway, that’s where things stand, so this might be my last word here for 2025. Time for bed and hopefully something approximating to sleep…

Initials RIP

Apparently Brigitte Bardot has left us. Shame she revealed herself as such a godawful racist in later life, cos for me at least that rather undid whatever good work she did as an actress and animal rights activist… on which note, I wonder what she made of her good mate and “alter ego” Alain Delon’s request to have his dog euthanased and buried with him at his death? I know her foundation stepped in to prevent that, I just wonder what she herself thought about it. After all, they seemed to agree on so much else politically…

You make me feel so white

Merry Christmas to you too, cunt. I’ve seen a few people posting about this, noting correctly that both Francis and Dino were the products of migrants themselves, but that’s the thing. Miller probably doesn’t count Italy as “third world”, they’re probably white enough for him that he can overlook it. A hundred or so years ago, mind you, well THAT would’ve been another matter… I have no doubt that had Miller been around in circa 1900 or thereabouts, he would’ve been an enthusiastic participant in the anti-Italian sentiment of that era, and would’ve agitated to keep out those aforementioned migrants who eventually produced Dean and Frank so that there would be no Dean & Frank Xmas special in 1967… And remember, Stephen Miller has immigrant ancestry himself, just like, you know, practically everyone in the US apart from the first nations folk, and I think it’s fair to ask what they contributed to the US in the long run if Stephen Miller was the best their genes could ultimately produce. Equally fair to say that Antonino & Natalina and Gaetano & Angela added something far more worthwhile to America than Stephen’s parents did or that he himself will…

Remember the Rapture?

Cos evidently this guy hasn’t forgotten it like the rest of us:

This… possibly not altogether there chap, Tilahun Desalegn, stood out to me in the coverage of the non-event of September 2025 by virtue of being noticeably Australian (I alluded to him here before). And, well, yeah, per the video above, he’s got new evidence that the Rapture would in fact finally happen at Christmas. It’s a bit unfair to single him out, cos a quick search on Youtube reveals several dozen other channels there predicting the same thing, or at any rate it would apparently happen at Hanukkah. Seems all those prophets never predicted what did happen at Bondi at the start of Hanukkah… but hey, they were only Jews so who cares, not like they were fully human to the people posting this bullshit… Anyway, I think it’s safe to say the Rapture didn’t exactly come off as scheduled this time either, just like all the other times it’s failed and will continue to do so. Not, of course, that this has ever convinced these morons it won’t happen eventually so they’ll keep predicting it…

Merry Griftmas to all…

Look who’s found religion…

Daniel’s going to be weirdly disappointed if Edolf turns out to be Muslim now, eh? Needless to say, none of his commenters are buying it, and quite a few are speculating about what charges are coming his way that he’s going down this route so suddenly, or whether he’s just in another ketamine spiral… To be honest I believe Russell Brand’s conversion more than this; I’ve said before that I think Brand’s Christian beliefs might actually be genuine, but I do not think this of Edolf. I doubt the latter believes in anything except himself and his bank account; if I still feel Brand’s conversion was suspiciously timed (even if genuine), Musk’s putative conversion to something or other is equally suspicious and even less real. No season of goodwill to this character.