Last evening turned out to be almost exceptional for me.
I had left off in that day's post expressing the hope that following an unusually late nap, I might therewith find the vigour to head off on an early evening hike to first deposit a small cheque at an outdoor ATM about a mile away at the Coast Capital Savings Credit Union building over by the King George SkyTrain Station; and then maybe I would even find the resolve to do some grocery shopping at the Walmart at Surrey Place (Central City).
Well, I did all of that! However, it first required that I have a cup of instant coffee to help me recover from my nap.
Only one thing could have topped off my evening ─ that would have been to have gotten in some pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings at an elementary school's playground located nearly half way to the credit union.
I went there, yes. But I found some oaf sitting in the dark on one of the swings, just leisurely drifting back and forth for maybe the span of a foot or so, just singing to himself and not caring that I had appeared.
I don't know if the blob-like lump huddled on the swing was drunk, or just simple, but I do not exercise for anyone's entertainment. Utterly irritated and profaning to myself, I continued on my way through the school's property to exit at a far corner.
The only other experience of note was some guilt I felt when I was approaching the doors of Walmart. There was a guy huddled up on the sidewalk at some sort of station he had devised for himself, and he had a sign and receptacle for public donations. He was not looking up ─ his head was downcast, and his face entirely hidden.
He looked almost like he had a sort of Rastafarian-style hairdo.
I never tossed him any coin, but I possibly might have if I had been directly entreated.
While I was gathering up the items I wanted in the store, I noticed an odd-looking character rather energetically casting about to and fro. Then after I was at the cashier (a young South Asian lass) as her sole customer, and one with whom she was engaging with some enthusiasm, there was someone arguing loudly nearby in the store who began drawing everyone's attention from all over the area.
It was the same off-looking character, and he was practically shouting in anger at a young turbaned security chap who was quite subdued and possibly unsure of himself and just what he should do; there may even have been a female security person there, too. As well, there were a few female store staff personnel gathering about, and the guy began shouting at one of them who had evidently said something to him.
Then just as I was about to walk away to go outside, he was yelling at what seemed to be a customer ─ perhaps a Chinese or Southeast Asian woman ─ and I clearly heard him yell that she was a "cunt".
It was only when I exited store and saw that the panhandler's station was vacant did I realize that it was him causing the ruckus in the store.
It served to remove practically all of the guilt I had felt over not donating aught to him earlier when I was approaching the doors of the store.
I arrived home before 8:30 p.m. to find that my brother was home from the bar he had gone to drink at in the afternoon, so I soon joined him and put into operation our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that he has no facility at operating.
I used the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into it and located an excellent source for the 2017 movie Alien: Covenant. I believe that I had tried on Friday to watch the movie with him, but he was too obnoxiously drunk, and so I left him to drink by himself there in the living room and I got to bed by 10:00 p.m.
The movie was definitely interesting and exciting, but I would have been furious if I had paid to see it in a theatre. As I exclaimed afterward to my agreeing brother, "What the hell is wrong with these movie-makers that they can't produce a movie that's satisfying and uplifting anymore?"
Viewers were left to accept that an insane synthetic human named David who had become enamoured with the deadly alien creatures had not only caused the extermination of an entire race of people ─ as well as every living animal ─ who had inhabited a formerly unknown planet, but he treacherously killed the entire crew of a colony ship that had over 2,000 people in stasis pods.
That crew were the main characters in the movie, and we had to watch as they were killed off one by one by either aliens, or else this maniacal freak.
The movie ended with the last crew member ─ a woman ─ allowing herself to be locked into her stasis pod by the ship's loyal synthetic human named Walter for the continuing journey to the originally intended planet. She and Walter had managed to escape the death planet where synthetic human David had been marooned for a decade after basically crash-landing there.
Only when she was locked into her pod did she recognize that Walter was actually David, and now she was sinking helplessly into unconsciousness, and he would be alone with her and all of the 2,000 sleeping colonists as the ship continued on its better than seven-year journey to the colony planet.
The last we see of Walter / David is him regurgitating alien 'eggs' that would need human bodies to incubate in ─ and of course, quickly kill in horrific fashion, as the young aliens typically burst forth from anyone they have incubated in.
I need uplifting in my life. Watching this sort of tragic and inevitable hopelessness brings me down so much that it is almost physically sickening. We grow attached to valiant characters in a movie sacrificing themselves in a desperate fight against an almost insurmountable evil, but the hope is held out to us that maybe somehow there will be escape along with some triumph of good over evil.
After all, we do to a large degree transpose ourselves into practically being members of the fearful, struggling humans in the movie ─ at least, we identify with them as if we are there, too.
And then just as the movie ends, all of that hopefulness that seems to have become possible is snatched away, and we are given nothing but absolute defeat and despair ─ evil has triumphed, and all of our sacrifice has been for nothing. We are all doomed.
I detest this movie-making ploy.
If I had paid money to have this done to me, I would have been sickened by my stupidity and gullibility. In fact, I still feel unsettled in 'the pit of my stomach' by the damned movie as I have been writing about it here.
My brother and I were to follow the movie with an episode each of two T.V. series we follow, and that brought us to the midnight hour ─ it was late enough. I was into my bed by 12:30 a.m.
Before I quite fell asleep, I was totally surprised to hear my wife come home. If she comes home at all on a Sunday, it's always in the evening, or even the afternoon ─ she typically spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is my marriage). She only comes home during the week because we are so much closer to the Thai restaurant that employs her.
I suppose that I fell asleep before she finally came to bed, for today I saw that she had sat up and cooked a chicken dish that she thereafter left in the fridge for the household to enjoy today.
And when I rose this morning around 7:00 a.m., I found that my computer had died. It's power cord cannot be even slightly jostled, or else the connection's 'sweet spot' is lost. My wife must have come here to use it, and then carelessly shaken the little desk the machine sits upon ─ a rather rickety affair on wheels.
Fortunately, I was quickly able to find that 'sweet spot' once more with a little manoeuvring of the power cord where it fits into the socket offered by the computer, and I got it back online.
I put some work into the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites, but by 9:00 a.m. I had declined quite badly and needed to lie down. My brother had not yet risen ─ and my wife was not to rise to begin readying for her workday until a little after 10:00 a.m. ─ so I went downstairs to lie in my eldest stepson's bed. He had earlier driven away to work (his younger brother has been in Thailand on a holiday, but I think he is due back tomorrow).
There came a point when my cellphone began ringing by an unidentified caller ─ I never answer those calls; but I saw on my cellphone's screen that it was 10:02 a.m. I generally getting set at that time to once again put our Android TV Box into operation at the T.V. that my brother is by then watching.
I must have drifted into a bit of a nap.
I must have drifted into a bit of a nap.
So I hustled up and went to the kitchen and began boiling water for my first hot caffeinated beverage of the day. And when I joined my brother and was invited to "put on something interesting". I let him know that I had in mind an interview by Dr. Joseph Mercola with a specialist researcher versed in blood flow restriction (BFR) exercise training ─ I wrote about it in yesterday's post.
My brother only reluctantly accepted my choice, but I think he also became interested. The YouTube video posted on January 12 is Utilizing Blood Flow Restriction- Interview with Dr. Stray-Gundersen, and was about 80 minutes in duration.
I cannot afford the expensive cuffs that were discussed, but there are much cheaper versions available on Amazon that I do believe I will pick from and place an order for. They cannot be inflated, but they are the proper size, and are elastic.
I will post here when I finally do take that plunge and place the order.
My evening is already well underway, and I want to have a bath. Had I not needed to post first in my private blog, and then here in my public blog, I would have taken another late afternoon / early evening nap and gotten out for another evening walk ─ even if only over to that elementary school for some pull-ups on the rings I spoke about earlier.
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