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My wife has been busy this rainy afternoon packing for her Monday flight to Rome, Italy. I believe that she is facing two layovers along the way, but they are not especially long, fortunately.
I wish to lead off this post with mention of a movie I finished watching early yesterday evening ─ I had watched just over a half hour of it earlier this past week.
The movie was 2009's Mr. Nobody.
I have no idea why I had the movie on a list ─ the list is almost entirely concerned with the work of actresses I have previously enjoyed in some prior movie that I watched. However, in the case of this movie, none of the actresses seem to be likely targets of any past movie interest I may have had.
That said, I do have to confess that the three actresses who portrayed the "Anna" character were all exceptionally beautiful ─ even the child.
Laura Brumagne as Anna (age 9)
Juno Temple as Anna (age 15)
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Diane Kruger as adult Anna
I guess I am not much of a Jared Leto fan, but some of that negativity also lies with the actor portraying his adolescent self ─ at times I had trouble not identifying the face of either of them as being female.
Let it be plainly said ─ with long hair, Jared very much resembled a 'drag queen' or even a transsexual. And the young actor portraying his character at 15 ... well, sometimes in the close-ups I actually did mistake him as being a girl.
I must here say that when I resumed the movie from the 34th or so minute last evening, the going was so dreary that I finally had to check to see how much longer the movie was, for by then it had seemed that I had added on another hour of viewing.
Imagine my alarm when I discovered that instead of maybe being 1½ hours long, the film was to run for nearly 2½ hours ─ I had an hour or more to go!
That forced
my hand ─ I decided to finish a four-litre box of red wine, and was to
get almost two glasses out of it. The alcohol did the trick and gave the
movie more appeal than would have been so if I sat through what
remained of it in a state of sobriety.
That all aside, although there were very interesting relationship sequences that I enjoyed, the movie overall made no sense to me. And it was preposterous that the character's 118-year-old self was the last human being on Earth who had not yet embraced transhumanism.
Take a poll today ─ we are legion who want nothing to do with this agenda.
But even if there was nothing sinister afoot with altering natural mankind's genetics, just why did the central character somehow slip through the proverbial cracks and not also choose to become 'immortal'?
There was no explanation for this.
As well, why would anybody allow themselves to grow as uselessly old as did the main character anyway? He required constant care for his every need, and was spending as much time slipping into unconsciousness as he was being awake because his aged brain was failing into senility or even dementia.
No bloody way I would ever take that on ─ a pathetically useless life at all costs? No thanks.
I am glad to have the movie behind me. I definitely have no intention of ever watching it again.
After my younger brother was home later that evening from his daily socializing, and we thereafter began watching T.V. into the late evening, my wife was not yet home after having worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed.
At least she was not to have access to what remained ($1,000) of the mortgage payment that is due on Monday ─ I had transferred the $1,000 from our joint chequing account to a new private account that I had opened up two or three days earlier to prevent her from succumbing to her casino gambling addiction and throwing the money away.
Well, she began texting me ─ first begging me to transfer $300 to her.
I will not reproduce the very long string of texts that ensued, but when I began querying her about the money and why she needed it, pointing out that it would need to be replaced before Monday, she evaded sensible explanations, just basically claiming that there was nothing to worry about ─ she would replace not only it, but the $540 that she had taken from the account the evening prior.
Notwithstanding, she would not explain how she could make such a replacement whenever I asked. Nor would she respond when I asked why she did not simply access this mysterious reserve if it existed, and leave the remaining mortgage money alone.
Heck, she ever escalated her request to $500!
When I flatly refused, she phoned me ─ I had to take the call upstairs to my bedroom, for my brother knows nothing of my wife's gambling addiction nor the mortgage shortfall.
Ultimately she hung up on me, so I turned off my cellphone, and watched T.V. thereafter without feeling any particular guilt ─ actually, I felt okay about what I had done. I attribute that steeling to the alcohol, for I was by then into the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I was adding to the red wine consumed earlier.
When my brother and I were both retiring for the night, I turned my cellphone back on and was beset with some further texting that I responded to as before; and then came another call. She was still at the casino.
I could tell from her first call that she was drunk, so this was unchanged. In fact, I cautioned her that she should not come home.
She did eventually give up on me insofar as getting any gambling money was concerned ─ she had even attempted on at least a couple of occasions to claim that she was merely borrowing the money to loan to a friend who was with her, and would even pay it back with interest.
She ignored my request to identify the friend, of course. I had even considered telling her to put her friend on the line.
The outcome is that she said that she was coming home, and not to lock the front door ─ she would be home in maybe 10 minutes.
Thus I was to remain up, and she did soon enough get home without any apparent misadventure.
The red wine in addition to the two cans of malt made all of this tolerable ─ had I been sober, I would have been in an emotional wringer.
Regardless, and despite getting to sleep well enough, I woke earlier than I cared and was unable to sleep further. So shortly after 7 a.m. I rose, planning to get some work done here at my computer.
To my annoyed surprise, I found that my younger brother was already up for the morning and downstairs reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to.
I thought that I might still get a little work done, but before I could start, he turned on the T.V. ─ he was done with the newspaper.
I went through accumulated E-mails (deleting most without even opening them); and then before going downstairs, researched what videos to watch this morning with my brother.
Over the course of the morning we were to watch three, all approximately an hour in length.
The first was posted to Rumble yesterday by Sunfellow on COVID-19: Naomi Wolf Talks About "Dark Metaphysical Forces" & The Need To Reconnect With God.
Naomi Wolf, author of "The Bodies of Others," talks about her speech at Yale and the horrors surrounding mandatory Covid vaccinations; plus, what do "principalities and powers" have to do with current events?
Refer to the video and its lengthy description for various video and website links. I will only add that Naomi was being interviewed in this video by Eric Metaxas.
The second and third videos were both hosted by Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson. The first had been uploaded to Rumble two days ago: Live with Kevin Sorbo.
Actor/Producer Kevin Sorbo joins us today to talk about his new movie: Left Behind Rise of the Antichrist.
www.leftbehindmovie.com
Show Resources: https://bit.ly/3ZM9aTV
The second of her videos was uploaded to Rumble yesterday: Live with MEP Christine Anderson.
Member of European Parliament Christine Anderson join us today to talk about fighting for freedom and her upcoming Canadian tour.
My brother had to leave temporarily to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work. At that point, our early sunny morning was starting to evidence some rain.
I was feeling very rough from inadequate proper sleep, and some hangover; but I forced myself to dare some exercise out in the backyard tool shed.
I found myself ailing too much to manage the usual-of-late number of repetitions in the opening set of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that are among the exercises that I tackle out there, but I managed to add a second repetition in the second set to make up for the inadequacy: 3 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.
Accomplishing the session of exercises helped me feel better about myself. I could now confront my day with some peace.
Following our videos, my brother sought some bed rest, as did I soon thereafter, for I was doing so on an empty stomach; otherwise I would have been up a while longer in eating. Incidentally, before seeking the nap I first weighed myself in my bare feet, but otherwise dressed just as I had been when I was exercising in the tool shed: I might have been as light as 193 pounds.
I had hoped for a better nap, for I only managed an hour or a little more in bed. Yet I rose to find that my wife had by then risen for the day, and my brother was gone for the day to engage his daily socializing.
My wife proved to be fair company, clearly relieved that I had not yielded and given her any money last night. As it is, the only way that she can repay the money that she stole from our chequing account two nights ago will be by imposing upon her eldest son to loan her $1,000, purportedly for her trip ─ she said to me that she does not even have any money to take on her flight, for she gambled it all away.
He has yet to make a contribution towards the mortgage, but even if it was as much as $500, it is not enough. I need another $400 to meet the requirements of that Monday mortgage payment that is due to be debited from the account.
Consequently, I dearly hope he makes his contribution before my wife bums him for the $1,000 ─ he might otherwise skimp on the mortgage contribution.
I have been progressively adding to this post over the course of the day, so it is now after 7 p.m.
And my wife is no longer home. She had her youngest son drive her car to take her in to Vancouver with her luggage, so I will not be seeing her again until she has returned from her flight to Rome ─ she plans to be gone for around two months.
She and I shared in a long hug together ere they left for Vancouver; but of course, she and I will be in contact before she leaves because there is the matter of the presently deficient mortgage funds that we have on hand.
She was too timid to broach the topic of the $1,000 loan with her eldest son in person, so she is going to do so in a cellhone call. As I said, I dearly hope that he first makes his usual contribution towards the mortgage in addition to loaning money to his mother.
He was home earlier today, but he left at the approach of darkness to probably visit the gym he frequents. He and his mother shared a hug then. So when her youngest son and she left ─ perhaps no later than 5:30 p.m. ─ I fast felt myself keenly missing her. I even felt the compulsion to hit the little bit of Scotch that I have remaining in a Christmas gift bottle, but I decided that I would first get my blogging over with.
And now with that said and the blogging essentially over with, I am again feeling those pangs of separation as I sit here still all alone in the house.
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