Today has been quite a loss where doing anything useful with my time is concerned. In fact, I should be at work preparing the foundation for a new post at one of my six hosted websites, but I decided that I had some need to make a post here instead.
I completed and published a post yesterday at my website Thai-Iceland, but I am not expecting the post to have much of a draw where visitors are concerned: Iceland PLC. Yet the post took me well over two weeks of work ─ quite a fruitless time sacrifice, wouldn't you agree?
I never had time to sun today. An afternoon nap became the priority.
I also did not have time to attempt another 10-minute plank (actually, 10 minutes and 15 seconds) that I accomplished early yesterday.
Both the missed sunning and plank attempt were due to sitting up until after 12:30 a.m. last night. It was one of those evenings in which my younger brother managed to retain consciousness throughout, so I was obliged to sit up operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to locate episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow.
My brother doesn't know how to operate the device.
We were to watch both final series episodes of Legion and The Leftovers.
Legion had become utterly ridiculous and deserved cancellation. I'm definitely no fan of psychedelia, so the series' focus on that turned me off straightaway. But the series' use of occasional musical numbers ─ and at least a couple of them even involved the characters dancing as if they were doing a stage show! ─ was preposterous.
The Leftovers was far better, despite its overall premise that I am sure many non-religious people would likely be unable to countenance.
The final episode turned out to be mostly a love story as two of the main characters came back together after an untold number of years of separation.
Kevin Garvey had always been unable to accept that Nora Durst had truly entered some sort of machine in Australia that was touted as being able to send people to wherever it was that the 'raptured' people had gone ─ Kevin remained convicted that she must still be alive and living somewhere in Australia.
The previous episode ended with her sitting naked with her knees up near her chin in a sort of tank that was filling with a possibly radioactive fluid that was somehow involved in this translocation. From what I understood, her body would become entombed within this clear liquid that evidently must solidify as part of its role in the translocation.
That episode had ended with the fluid ready to rise above her chin as Nora desperately thrust her face upward and emitted what seemed a small scream of panic ─ was her scream filled with second-thinking concerning the choice she had made?
So this pre-final episode left the viewer uncertain what had happened. I wondered if maybe the operators of the machine aborted the procedure when they realized Nora's apparent change of mind.
Whatever the case, we see Nora many years into the future when she has grey-streaked hair. And the story takes off from there ─ somehow, Kevin has managed to find her, despite her determination to live out her life as just a memory to all of those who had known her back in the States.
I found the last part of the episode to be emotional for me ─ I will never not be a romantic at heart, even if there seems not ever to be a happy ending in my own waning and wanting life.
I have liked actress Carrie Coon ("Nora") ever since the third season of Fargo where she played a Minnesota small-town police chief named Gloria Burgle who would soon enough lose her rank and be demoted to being just another uniformed officer.
I watched that episode before ever watching the start of The Leftovers, so it was something of a treat to find Carrie Coon in the older series (i.e., The Leftovers).
One further reason for having so little time available to me today was the fact that our Internet provider was being switched over from Shaw to Telus.
My youngest stepson had taken over the Internet / cable T.V. subscription a number of months ago because he wanted to sign on for a larger data package.
Then when our Internet connection was lost for two days a couple or so weeks ago, and he could not get a decent concession from Shaw for that loss, he decided to allow himself to be seduced by the promise of a Telus agent who had been here prior to that who was flogging Telus's fibre optic Internet (Telus PureFibre).
Along with it, our T.V.'s basic cable package is now Optik TV. Getting adjusted to the complete changeover from what my brother had understood with Shaw is going to take some work.
My brother can only watch regular (basic cable) T.V. when I am not present to operate our Android TV Box.
The final things I think that I will talk about in this post is the video clip I recorded yesterday afternoon of what was apparently a very slight male orb-weaver spider flirting with an absolutely enormous female whose web the male had ventured into.
I had to crouch uncomfortably low on our backyard sundeck, for the two spiders were communicating with one another in a farme of the sundeck siding.
I should have gone and fetched myself a chair, but I did not.
After over five minutes, I could not take the unnatural crouch any longer. Yet the only recourse I had was an old weather-damaged plastic deck chair that was badly cracked ─ it was well over a decade old, and that's a long, long time to be sitting outdoors on a sundeck for anything made of plastic.
Well, I tried sitting on the very edge of the seat of that chair...and that's basically where the video comes to an end after just about six minutes. My crash to the sundeck jarred the entire structure.
When I retrieved my cellphone, the male spider was nowhere in sight ─ I concluded that it must have fallen to the lawn below. Even the female had almost been dislodged.
If you can handle almost six minutes of the video just to wait and watch for my accident, please be my guest:
Note that the male spider did subsequently return. And not only that, but a full day later, it is still lingering about. I have made an occasional check, but I have not seen him go near to where the female is hiding in a corner under the main top of the sundeck railing.
Also, her web is broken. Since there is now a mop lain to dry athwart the neighbouring sundeck frame, I suspect that whomever placed it there may have first thrust it through the frame where the spider web was, ruining it.
Only then becoming aware that a spider was present, the mop was then relocated to the neighbouring frame.
And now the female will have to get around to rebuilding her web, or go hungry.
However, she is so huge, I wonder if the initial single strands she'll have to use to be the anchors for a new web can support her weight ─ she was much, much smaller when she constructed the original web, for I have been aware of her presence for a fair number of past weeks, and have been watching her develop.
Oh! I do happen to have one more topic very worthy of bringing up.
Since the latter 1960s, I became aware of many of the bodybuilders of the time. One of them was Franco Columbu.
He was a short man, but extremely muscular and strong. And hailing from Sardinia, his nickname was "The Sardinian Strongman."
Well, I learned just today that he died five days ago (August 30). Wikipedia says he drowned; but I have also read that he became ill after swimming, and subsequently died in hospital.
Whatever the case, he was 78 years old.
I knew that he and Arnold Schwarzenegger were good friends in their bodybuilding competition years, but I never knew that they became lifelong best friends.
Franco was a few years older than Arnold, and evidently superior to Arnold in strength, for Franco was most definitely a "strongman."
This is a nice video tribute ─ it's just under 3½ minutes in duration:
And that's it for me today!
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