Actually, George Carlin never said this ─ the quote is from The Illuminatus! Trilogy of Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.
The entire trilogy can presently be found at the Internet Archive here. However, I will save you the quote search ─ it is on this reproduction of Page 463, and is the last sentence of the middle paragraph:
Late last afternoon and early evening, I finished watching the 1998 movie Bongwater that I had to cancel out of the evening prior due to my younger brother's exceptionally early arrival home from his daily socializing.
Alicia Witt was gorgeous, albeit I saw in the character that she played some of worst of the young woman I once knew in the latter 1970s and early 1980s whom Alicia strongly resembles in looks and voice, and whom I was physically and emotionally addicted to.
Gosh, I like Alicia's rather muscled legs!
As for the movie, it was certainly interesting enough to keep me watching, but its ending was ridiculously flaky. Supporting actresses Amy Locane and Brittany Murphy were nice to look at, though ─ although Amy's character grew quite annoying. I still applaud Amy for an excellent portrayal, nonetheless.
I have never been into drugs ─ alcohol has been the only drug I have an affinity for. Consequently, I have little liking for stoners. Sure, they are fun to watch in movies and T.V. shows, often enough; but I prefer not being around them. At least with drinkers, I can also drink and thereby find their company of an appealing sort.
Note that I watched the movie on T.V. via the BeeTV app that is downloaded into our Android TV Box, but the movie is easily enough found online ─ as long as you are able to deal with any popups or new browser tabs that may be imposed before you can get the movie begun. A few example sources presently are FreeMoviesWatch or FMovies or even WAT32.
Since I had plans to rise at 2 a.m. overnight for one of my 5½-or-so-mile walks, I ensured that I avoided becoming entangled with my brother. Had he gotten home early again, I think that I might have tried retiring extra early.
Fortunately for me, he did not arrive home early, so I did not put myself to bed until something like 9:15 p.m., right around when I heard him come into the house.
My cellphone alarm was set for 2 a.m., but I was undergoing such a wakeful period that I started to believe that my alarm had failed and that it was approaching morning. As a result, I checked the time ─ it was 1:58 a.m., believe it or not.
So I simply rose then.
I took my time readying for the venture, and thus was probably on my way at 2:21 a.m., finding that half of the night sky was utterly cloud free.
As is my custom, I stopped at a relatively nearby elementary school playground to engage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I had weighed myself just prior to leaving home while fully dressed for the walk, and scaled in at 199 or 200 pounds.
The equipment I would be exercising on was just slightly damp, so I easily wiped it clear and for the first time in probably a couple of months I actually did the chins barehanded, managing repetitions of 3 - 2 - 2 - 2 - 2 - 2.
It was invigorating.
I was even wearing a denim jacket, and not the heavier bomber-style Winter jackets I have worn the past couple of months. But such would not be possible these next two nights ─ temperatures are to drop to several degrees below freezing before we see them start to climb again and bring back reasonably mild weather.
I remember nothing of note about my walk, except that the second longest toe of my right foot suffered more than any others from the pressure of being compressed against the end of my boot. Jogging would only have aggravated the condition to excruciating degree, as I was to find a couple of times when I had to hustle across a street.
I was back home outside the locked front door at 4:15 a.m., so I had been away for a little under two hours. However, my youngest stepson was up and showering ─ I don't know if he had gotten home exceptionally late, or if he just rose through an inability to sleep. Whatever the case, when he finished he pretty much went directly to bed.
I did not return to bed until just after 5 a.m. Initially, I was eager to do so; but it gradually became apparent that even though my 73-year-old body practically exulted with each new posture I assumed, those shifts of position fast became uncomfortable. It was bewildering how often some part of me would become itchy, as well.
I do not believe that I ever managed to lapse back into any sleep; so when I heard my brother moving about in the hallway, and then the sounds of what seemed to be the T.V. playing, I checked the time and saw that it was not yet 7 a.m.
I decided that I might as well rise, too. And soon enough I had joined him.
When he eventually got around to inviting me to put our Android TV Box into action, I tuned in a 32-minute upload to Rumble yesterday by The Last American Vagabond: Jessica Rose PhD Interview - #Blotgate & The Unknown Risks Of "Truncated Spike Protein".
Joining me today is Jessica Rose PhD, here to discuss what has been termed "#Blotgate" on social media and what this potentially means for those who have taken any of these shots, let alone those who are still allowing themselves to be injected with this dangerous gene therapy. This is the discussion of what are called "Western Blots", the conspicuously uniform nature of those presented by Pfizer, and why that is so concerning.
All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/jessica-rose-phd-interview-blotgate-unknown-risks-truncated-spike-protein
Then I tuned in a much longer (1:19:27) upload to BitChute three days ago by Dr. Joseph Mercola: How to Fast for Metabolic Fitness and Hormone Balance- Interview with Dr. Mindy Pelz.
In this interview, Dr. Mindy Pelz, author of "Fast Like a Girl," reviews how time-restricted eating (TRE) can improve your health and balance your sex hormones. In general, I believe TRE is one of the most foundational strategies to stay healthy, but the devil’s in the details, and Pelz will tease out some of those here.
The vast majority of people eat across 12 hours or more, which is a recipe for metabolic disaster. Health statistics bear this out, showing that 93.2% of Americans are metabolically unfit.
Time-restricted eating (TRE) is one of the most foundational strategies to stay healthy, and when done appropriately can also help balance your sex hormones.
Your body has two primary energy systems. One of them is activated when you eat. When your blood sugar goes up, your body uses that glucose for energy. When you don’t eat for a period of time, your blood sugar goes down, which switches when your body is metabolically flexible to a different energy system that uses ketones derived from fat instead of glucose.
These energy systems are intimately tied to your circadian rhythm. Food is the most important regulator for the clocks inside your cells. If you don’t get your feeding times right, your circadian rhythms, which are responsible for turning cellular protein production on and off, will become seriously impaired.
Three key rules of TRE are: Your eating window should be shorter than 12 hours; avoid eating first thing in the morning — wait at least two or three hours; avoid eating right before bed. Have your last meal at least three hours or more before bedtime. With those rules in mind, your eating window could be anywhere from two to 10 hours, tailored to your unique circumstances.
We were also to watch a video posted yesterday at Rumble's Stew Peter's Show. I am not going to link to the specific video.
We finished with a 38-minute BitChute upload of just today by The Corbett Report: The 6th Annual Fake News Awards.
SHOW NOTES AND MP3: https://www.corbettreport.com/fakenews6/
And now, from an undisclosed location deep beneath the Earth's surface, it's the 6th Annual Fake News Awards! Shining the spotlight of ridicule on the dumbest disinformation, the silliest smears and the most ludicrous lies of the mainstream media dinosaurs of the past year! Which presstitutes will walk away with a dino of shame? What mendacious government mouthpiece will commit seppuku after being exposed as a deceiving sack of excrement ? And who will walk away with the greatest dishonour of them all: the Fake News Story of the Year? Find out in this year's exciting Award Show Extravaganza...
My brother sought his bed rest thereafter, but I had a meal and was yet to seek my needed nap before he was back out of his bedroom and had then gone for the day, declaring that he first intended to have a walk in the sunshine.
The day was sunny from the start ─ the harbinger of that two-day cold front that's a-coming.
I have no further long walks planned until early Tuesday, so by then the worst ought to be over with.
Even so, the walk I did have has left me feeling rather crippled. Anytime I get up after sitting or reclining for any length of time, I feel virtually ruined. Thankfully I have a strong understanding of what is involved in seeking physical fitness, so I know that the pain and stiffness will soon enough abate with sustained movement ─ the worst thing the elderly can do is submit to such pain and seek to take it easy instead.
Therein lies debility.
My wife is still into her first week visiting her sister in Rome, Italy, but apparently today she undertook a short train ride or something entirely on her own and posted to her Facebook account a half dozen photos that I believe she took at Rome's Piazza Barberini.
She posted the photos at 8:08 my time (Pacific Time Zone), but in Rome it would have been 5:08 p.m. their time late this afternoon:
That sculpture just behind her is Fontana del Tritone (Triton Fountain).
She is looking quite tired, I must say. And so serious ─ such intentness!
My walk earlier today has thrown my internal calendar off, for I do not normally take an early Saturday walk. I consistently find myself thinking that today is a weekday.
It is also a bath day, so I am going to close today's post down and attempt a little limbering exercise before engaging those ablutions and the scalp shave that goes with them.
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