My Alicia Witt movie choice early last evening was disappointing where her performance was concerned, although the movie was certainly good ─ 2002's Two Weeks Notice starring Sandra Bullock (as Lucy) and Hugh Grant (as George).
Alicia did not appear until what seemed to me to be the middle of the movie, so she only had a small contributing role. She even had a negative role, for she was portrayed as a career ladder-climber, or even 'the other woman' where Lucy's relationship with George's character was concerned.
This bad light was not really deserved, for Alicia's character ─ June Carver ─ was not knowingly poaching Lucy's man. Lucy and George were not yet romantically involved. All June Carver was doing was her best to inveigle herself into permanence with her handsome new and very rich boss.
If George and Lucy had been a solid item at that point, then yes, June Carver would deservedly be a sexual predator seeking to break up the couple for her own selfish benefit.
But as far as June knew, Lucy was leaving the company, and June was supposed to be replacing Lucy. So why not get very friendly with the boss if it was possible? He was newly divorced and unattached.
For once Alicia's physique seemed secondary ─ and I love Alicia's physique! There was a scene where she was attired in a tennis outfit and playing doubles with her boss against Lucy and another male member of company management.
Well, Alicia's upper body ─ her shoulders, back, and arms ─ looked remarkably underdeveloped in comparison to Sandra Bullock's. Also, Sandra's legs looked to me to be more muscular ─ certainly the thighs.
I never expected that, although I knew that Sandra did have great legs. I just did not expect that Sandra's would appear to me to be more attractively muscled.
Yeah, I'm a guy.
But my attraction to Alicia is still undiluted, regardless!
Anyway, I did enjoy the movie, for I am a Sandra Bullock fan. And I found the last scenes to be emotionally affecting ─ I got teary, in fact. There is still a romantic at my core, after all.
After my younger brother was later home from his daily socializing, I was to enjoy a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in stock while we watched an episode each of The Flash, Z-Cars, Shoestring, and finally Resident Alien.
Z-Cars and Shoestring are being watched by us through YouTube, but there are very few episodes of the years-long Z-Cars T.V. series available there.
When my brother and I got together for more T.V. this morning, I used our Android TV Box to fetch us entirely different fare, beginning with two videos that were uploaded yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel.
The first was 32 minutes long, and very dramatic. It had actually been recorded this past Friday, I believe: Bringing Our Kids Home - CPS & Family Courts Corrupt.
Guest: Ramona Frieson, Mother & Warrior
People at CPS & Corrupt Family Courts Massive Abuse Trafficking Children
Bringing Our Kids Home
https://www.bringingourkidshome.org/
Poor Ramona had me so worked up that I felt absolutely impotent for being unable to help her ─ I am buried in debt, and can barely get through each month as it is.
I wish that this was not all that God wanted for me.
The second video was over 1¼ hours long: Canadians Remain Ignorant - Genocide IS Occurring / Massive Treason.
As usual with Christopher James' videos, far too much was covered for any sort of description by me.
This was the final video that we watched together. Earlier, my brother had left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I used that time for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed.
Before going out there, I weighed myself while clothed and wearing a pair of runners, and I seemed to be just topping 196 pounds.
It was definitely chilly out there due to a gusty wind that has been with us since yesterday afternoon. We are also having extensive sunny periods, although there are vast stretches of cloud out there.
Six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups comprise the main portion of the exercises, and this morning I managed repetitions of 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.
Finishing off with a set of maximum push-ups in which I quite slowly lower my entire body until thighs and torso are just brushing the ground, and I then raise myself until elbows are locked, is absolutely brutal. It is all I can do to achieve 17 repetitions. And even the last half of those require me to hold the upper straight-armed pose for a few seconds before I attempt the next push-up.
I am too damned old. Every time I am out there seeking to have this workout, I have the awareness that I might bring on a stroke or heart attack. I know of no other 73-year-olds who exercise with this intensity, so I have no one to compare myself with.
It is also another thing for some other septuagenarian to be doing pull-ups and chin-ups when he might be working with an exercise bodyweight that is 20 or even 30 pounds lighter than the 196 pounds I am coping with in that shed ─ I have no such facilities in the house.
Is there anyone hauling this kind of weight at my age? I would love to know!
Anyway, once that last video was watched, it was maybe 11:45 a.m., yet my brother was already making his adieu as he left for the day ─ perhaps initially on some sort of business, but thereafter to resume his daily socializing. When he returns some time this evening, we will not be watching T.V. together, for I have a walk planned.
I had thought that I might undertake another latter evening walk so that I could do some fairly local grocery shopping on my return leg ─ the store is likely just under a mile from here, and my total walk would be a minimum of five miles.
But it was not looking as if my eldest stepson was going to transfer a contribution towards the monthly mortgage that will likely be debited from my chequing account tomorrow. I would not have the money with which to do any shopping.
This would then mean that I would be instead undertaking an early a.m. walk, rising at 2 a.m. to ready for it.
However, I have just now checked online, and I see that he did transfer $400, so the shopping is now possible.
The store closes at 10 p.m., unfortunately. This will require me to leave home no later than 8:30 p.m., and that is an hour earlier than I would prefer to be leaving on a walk ─ I hate being out when there are still lots of street traffic and other pedestrians.
I will want to rest up just ahead of the walk, so I want to finish with this post.
Tomorrow is my wife's 50th birthday. Since she is presently in Rome, Italy, visiting a sister of hers who lives there, all I have done is send her a Facebook message:
Happy, happy birthday!
You have been 50 years old now for 46 minutes ─ I hope it is wonderful for you!
I sent the message at 3:46 p.m. during my work on this post, but in Rome it would have been 12:46 a.m. tomorrow. Rome time is nine hours ahead of my Pacific Time Zone. She would not too likely be checking her Facebook or E-mail accounts at that time of night, but I chanced it just in case she was getting a jump on her celebrations.
And that is my final word.
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