The grocery shopping I talked about in my last post was successfully accomplished early yesterday morning, Victoria Day. Had it not been that holiday, I would never have gone shopping. I cannot bear venturing forth into the busy workday world.
Unfortunately, that was to be my only exercise of the day ─ the hike to the supermarket that is at most 1½ miles from here.
After I got back, I found my younger brother up and already watching T.V., but I did not immediately join him until around 10 a.m. when I put our Android TV Box into action to allow us to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video on our T.V.: May 23-Meet More Pretty Faces That Have Canada's Politicians Over A Barrel And Other Breaking News.
The Odessa video was only 34 minutes in duration, but not one of her best. I wish that she would include more interesting video snippets from other sources than she seems to do anymore, but because she streams to YouTube first before eventually uploading the videos to Librti.com, she is afraid that YouTube will censor her account if she records anything that catches the eyes and ears of the YouTube censors.
The video of hers that my brother and I watched this morning featured a guest for the first half (the video was an hour long) and was considerably better than the shorter one we had watched yesterday. The longer video was titled May 24-Coersion At Canadian Schools To Vaccinate Our Kids Behind Our Backs & The Parent Pushback and More Breaking News.
Her guest was Hila Russ-Woodland, a (former?) teacher and a mother who is outraged that our schools have a policy in effect whereby they intend to potentially start using the dangerous experimental COVID-19 concoctions to 'vaccinate' students as young as aged 12 without parental consent.
She wants concerned people to join her ─ is it tomorrow? ─ at 11 a.m. to hold an informational protest at the school board headquarters in Vancouver.
But I am getting ahead of myself ─ I still wish to discuss yesterday, since I failed to blog that day.
After watching that shorter video of Odessa's, I then tuned in a 2018 movie titled High Life. The feature was science fiction, but one of those that initially made no sense and was impossible to follow. Even the ending was such an ambiguous conclusion that ─ as my brother declared ─ was a waste of two hours to have watched and waited for.
I have had to read that Wikipedia article that I linked to in order to understand what it was that I had watched because very little of the plot as is outlined there was apparent to me when I watched the movie. And the events described in the final paragraph of the plot synopsis were actually what the early part of the movie depicted. There was no explanation why the character we kept seeing aboard what must have been a spacecraft had a baby, and why the two of them were the only living people aboard.
I don't have the time to dissect the awful movie, but I certainly would like to praise the actress who portrayed a late-middle-aged physician ─ what a gorgeous physique, if it truly was hers in the nude scenes!
Actress Juliette Binoche had to have been at least 53 years old at the time she acted in the film, but naked she was spectacular ─ if indeed it was her nudity we got to watch. Heck, even that nude's pubic 'foliage' was exceptionally lush and ─ to me ─ most stimulating.
The final comment I have about the movie was my surprise to recognize an actor who plays one of the supporting cast in one of my favourite T.V. series ─ The Last Kingdom.
The actor is Ewan Mitchell, and in The Last Kingdom he has the role of one of Uhtred's most 'inner circle' ─ a young novice monk with quite a distinctive physiognomy. I very much like Ewan's monk character, but his character was absolutely despicable in the movie and deserved to die.
That's all I wish to say concerning the movie.
I had intended to tackle some exercise in the mid-afternoon yesterday; but just when I was about set to begin that activity, my wife arrived home, and my opportunity was lost. She further blocked my chance by offering to heat up some chicken soup for me that she had brought home, and I felt obligated to accept the offer and have my day's first meal.
I cannot / will not exercise following a meal due to the abdominal strain the extra burden places upon my abdominal wall. I already have what I would diagnose as an epigastric hernia that I first developed approximately 20 years ago at the very least. If I remember correctly, it happened when I was straining at performing a maximum push-ups challenge.
I was to aggravate that condition around 2007 when I stupidly sought to perform headstand press-ups (with my feet reclined against a wall for balance) after having been to a restaurant and thus having my stomach far from empty.
Now I dare not court that sort of strain ─ especially at my age of 71.
So my chance to exercise yesterday largely evaporated.
Early that evening, I was to watch another movie ─ one I had intended to watch earlier with my brother, but he claimed to have already seen it, so I was on my own with this one: Interstellar from 2014.
It was considerably better than High Life in that it made far more sense, but even it failed to deliver at its final stages. I had no idea what was going on ─ how whatever information the main character was almost supernaturally relaying to his adult daughter in the distant past was supposed to save humanity from extinction.
I also had no idea ─ until reading the Wikipedia movie description ─ what had befallen the young female scientist (Dr. Amelia Brand) the main character had been travelling through space / time with.
It was all just too phony. I cannot accept that the hero's daughter "Murph" would have been able to understand that it was her father reaching out to her, and to know how to interpret what he was trying to relay to her. He had disappeared into space when she was a child of maybe age 10 at most.
Both movies involved far, far too much whispered dialogue. That's one characteristic I do not like about actor Matthew McConaughey ─ his monotonous and excessively low tone of voice.
Both movies had entire sequences wherein I understood nothing of the exchanges of dialogue, so it is little wonder that I was unable to understand what the blazes was ever happening.
I will not recommend Interstellar either. I did very much like the child actress portraying young "Murph" ─ Mackenzie Foy.
Enough of movies.
I will only add that I drank three cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer last evening while watching Interstellar, and I reckon that having some supper afterwards, I exacerbated a condition of hangover that took hold overnight. I still do not feel entirely whole ─ mostly, I feel in need of a good sleep.
I could have done some afternoon sunning today (yesterday was a wet one), for things turned unexpectedly sunny. However, I required an afternoon nap far more or else I would never have been able to handle making this post.
My wife had to work this afternoon, and left around 2 p.m. to catch a 2:14 p.m. bus.
I have a whole lot I could talk about concerning recently researched ancestry, but I don't have the time. It is already after 8 p.m. ─ I must sup, and be prepared to hightail it to bed for the latter evening once I notice my brother arriving home from wherever he went to drink this early afternoon.
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