black-sabbath – SOME GEEK TOLD ME

Hi everybody, how are we all feeling? This week’s lecture is bittersweet, which in reality, is nothing new for this writer who suffers from delusions of grandeur. The act of transferring information and knowledge through the written word does not come easily for me. There are moments where humour can be injected into the topic, and it feels natural.

There are times when a certain unofficial degree of levity is needed, and in most cases, finding the balance between the two can be challenging, depending on the topic.

This is my long-winded way of discussing the fact that I need to acknowledge the deaths of Jim Shooter, Ozzy Osbourne, and Hulk Hogan.

Firstly, let’s discuss James (Jim) Shooter. Shooter died on 30th June, 2025, aged 73 years, at his home in Nyack, New York. For those of you not in the know, Shooter was a comic book writer, publisher, editor, and occasional fill-in artist who worked for several companies, like Dark Horse, DC, and Marvel, having broken into the industry at the age of 13. He also went to establish Valiant, Defiant and Broadway Comics.

For me, Shooter wrote some legendary storylines for DC and Marvel, but also created popular characters like Archer & Armstrong, The Beyonder, Emerald Empress, Faith Herbert, The Fatal Five, Henry Peter Gyrich, Harbingers, Karate Kid, Mordru, Parasite, Ferro Lad, Rai, Shadow Lass, Tabitha Smith, Star Brand, and Titania, and many more. I also have a soft spot for his Aric of Dacia, aka X-O Manowar.

His characters and stories were bombastic, featuring aliens, superheroes from the future, supervillains, and everything in between. I can’t fully express my gratitude to people like Shooter, people who donate their lives and careers to a medium I love.

I valued and enjoyed his work, and like several other comic book creators who have passed away, Jim Shooter will live forever, inspiring the next generation of writers to dream of aliens and superpowers, as well as the human condition. UMC2 likes Parasite for some reason, so that’s a win!

Next, we have the Prince of Darkness, John Osbourne, otherwise known as Ozzy Osbourne. Osbourne was famous for different reasons, like being a reality TV star, co-creating the music festival, Ozzfest; a businessman; and advocating for charities, which have all added to the aura of this multi-talented Englishman. He was also a media personality and songwriter.

However, the main reason Osbourne was an icon was that he was the singer for the heavy metal band, Black Sabbath. He was loved the world over, mainly because, in my humble opinion, he would always find a way to relate to people through his career, on and off the stage.

I loved his music, and for me, he was one of the first nonconformists that I listened to and admired. He had a lifestyle that many people envied, being a real OG rock star, but I always appreciated his amazement of this world, and the beautiful people who live in it, as well as his unique experiences and views. He was a real showman who gave electrifying performances.

Osbourne died on 22nd July, aged 76 years, at his home in Buckinghamshire. I can’t remember the first song I heard Osbourne sing, but War Pigs is one of my favourites. Whenever I listen to it now, it will have a greater meaning.

Let me tell you something, brother, because we have finally arrived at Hulk Hogan. Born Terry Bollea, Hogan died on 24th July in Clearwater, Florida. As you will be well aware, Hogan was arguably one of the most famous professional wrestlers of all time. Where and when I grew up, we couldn’t watch World Wrestling Federation (WWF). And even if we did, I’m very confident my parents wouldn’t have let me watch it.

In saying that, all of the kids at school, myself included, still knew who Hulk Hogan was: he was the heavyweight champion of the world. It wasn’t until I got older that I managed to watch matches. My favourite wrestler was the Ultimate Warrior, but there was nothing like Hulk Hogan ripping his t-shirt, brother. Hulkamania was everywhere!

Like Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, Hulk Hogan taught me the art of trash-talking, especially how ridiculous and empowering it can be. UMC1, UMC2 and I trash-talk each other from time to time, and it’s so difficult to keep a straight face when a 7-year old is explaining to his father that nobody can defeat him, and that I’m going to experience pain like never before. Added to UMC1 pointing out that he will squash his opponents like grapes before power flexing, is too much for me.

Hogan provided me with entertainment that I never knew I wanted, but I badly needed. Growing up, that kind of outlet was outstanding, brother.

I am also aware that all three men have had their share of controversies, which have upset and offended some people, with actions in their careers, and retirements. Those comments and issues could be discussed on this blog, but not today. Today, I’m just glad these three larger-than-life figures have injected some entertainment and life into an odd and quirky boy living in the South Pacific. For that, I am eternally grateful.

Now, because you train, say your prayers, and take your vitamins, you would have noticed that the title for this rant was: Jim Shooter, Ozzy Osbourne, Hulk Hogan, and 250. The first three parts of the title have been easy to identify, but what about 250?

Well, my dear and loyal readers, this blog post is my 250th. Yes, from my first blog post on 1st December 2020, I have now written 250 of the weirdest blog posts, this side of The New Zealand Sour Cream and Chives Preservation Society’s Swimming Carnival, or Beetroot Awareness Aotearoa’s baby matching game.

Let me tell you something, brother, those idiots are the worst. The Thing has the Yancy Street Gang, Daredevil has the Hand, and I have The New Zealand Sour Cream and Chives Preservation Society and Beetroot Awareness Aotearoa.

In the history of the universe, this achievement of writing 250 quasi-humorous blog posts is nothing, but to me, it’s everything. 250 blog posts of nonsense, utter nonsense. Maybe one day my writing will improve. Maybe.

Thank you for reading, following, and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. I have no idea what the future has in store for me or Some Geek Told Me, but here’s to another 250 oddly-written and semi-informative blog posts.

Remember to walk your dog, read a banned book, laugh at Neo-Nazis, and I’ll see you next week for the 80th VJ Day Anniversary. Look after yourselves and your family.