The Alicia Witt movie that I tuned in early last evening and watched on T.V. via our Android TV Box was 2000's Cecil B. Demented.
What a disgusting and unrealistic mass of drivel. It had no true humour ─ it was sheer vulgarity. I only kept watching because Alicia was in it, and I wanted as many sightings of her as I could get. In fact, when I realized that certain members of the crew that abducted the ageing actress portrayed by Melanie Griffith were going to likely be gradually killed off, I decided that when Alicia's turn arrived, that was when I would shut down the movie without a care on what proceeded with it thereafter.
Well, she did get killed off by the hordes of cops who showed up for the final shoot-out at a drive-in, but that was essentially the end of the movie. I kept watching just to see how many of the remaining perverts were going to deservedly die.
What a foul piece of trash.
There was one scene of Alicia that I was envious of ─ envious of her male co-star, that is.
Her character was 'romantically' involved with the leader of the kidnappers, so she was catching up on some sleep with him ─ they were fully dressed, although she had on quite high black boots and a pair of tights or something that essentially resembled having on a pair of netted nylons.
She was spooning him, with her fully-exposed left leg overtop him in a fashion that could only be described as possessive.
She looked to be phenomenally comforting and warm in lieu of her companion having any actual covering. How could any heterosexual male be immune to something like that?
I actually tried to play the movie here on my computer, fast-forwarding and otherwise seeking that scene. I wanted a screen capture. However, my computer is so faulty that videos will often cause the cursor to freeze and seize up my machine, and exactly that did happen; so I had to shut it down and reboot.
That is always a lengthy and tedious process, so I shall not be tempted to make another attempt.
Gosh, I adore Alicia ─ she absolutely resembles a young woman I was addicted to in every way possible back in the late 1970s and early 1980s when I was in my late 20s and early 30s.
The movie was so awful that I have no desire nor intention of talking about any of the other cast. I only hope that Alicia has nothing else in her acting repertoire as low-grade as this thing.
Despite saying that, if you have some strange desire to watch the feature, then try these sources ─ each link is presently working and ought to yield the movie: OK.ru, or this 123Movies site, or possibly MoviesJoy.
I am unsure when my brother showed up last evening following his daily socializing, but I did not get to bed until a few minutes past 10 p.m. ─ my cellphone alarm was set for 4:30 a.m.
The plan was to leave at 6 a.m. and undertake a decent walk here in Surrey, stopping on my way back home to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods ─ the specific outlet is something under a mile from here, and opens at 7 a.m.
I left on time, finding everything wet outside from recent rain, and it was even then lightly spitting some rain.
As usual, I took the time to stop at a fairly nearby elementary school playground to endeavour six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and wore my gloves due to how wet the metal bars there were. I did not weigh myself while fully dressed before leaving, nor did I remember to similarly weigh myself upon returning home, but I expect that I would be hitting the 200-pound mark.
Consequently, this 73-year-old only managed three repetitions in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets.
My next stop was at my financial institution's ATM so that I could withdraw $250 of the $300 that my youngest stepson had transferred to me two or three days ago as his contribution towards the monthly mortgage that will be due in approximately 10 days.
My original plan was to put in a walk of about 5½ miles. Alas, by the time I was maybe 1½ miles from home, it was already 6:30 a.m.
I hate being abroad during the busy day ─ even on a gloomy Sunday. I wanted as little to do with the daytime as possible.
It was still dark, but at that spot ─ 140th Street & 100th Avenue ─ is a trail which is part of a system of trails in the Green Timbers Urban Forest Park. By following that trail and making a sharp right turn onto the first trail that it intersects, the hiker can eventually emerge near the intersection of Green Timbers Way & 96th Avenue.
I walked the trail a far as there. My destination store is maybe ¾ of a mile from that spot, and at that point it was maybe 7:03 a.m.
Note that had the sky not been heavily overcast, it likely would have been too dark to make that initial trek down the trail. Cloud cover actually yields a certain amount of reflected light that city slickers likely are not aware occurs, so I was able to make out the trail ─ it is actually extremely well maintained and is a mix of fine gravel and sand. Of itself, it is light in colour compared to the forest floor, so that is a great boon for night walking.
It is still rather creepy, though. The forest harbours some coyotes, for example. And supposedly there are things like skunks and even porcupines.
Anyway, by this time it was also raining again quite seriously. Nevertheless, I got my shopping down, but I purchased far more than was wise for just one carrying bag ─ I should have brought two with me.
Believe me, it was a punishing walk trying to hike that near-mile home with such a load being borne by just one arm, alternate as I would ─ I was often off balance as I struggled along.
I failed to take note of just when I got back home, but it was undoubtedly after 8 a.m. However, my youngest stepson and my brother were not yet up from their beds for the morning. My eldest stepson had not been home at all overnight. And my wife has been in Rome, Italy, ever since she left YVR early in the evening of January 23.
I did not remain up for too much longer once I had put away my purchases and dressed down.
I rose anew before 10 a.m. And when I joined my brother for some T.V., I again put our Android TV Box into action and led us off with a 43-minute February 9 livestream to the Rumble What's Up Canada? channel: This changes everything...
They knew, they did it anyway.
This is the part of the Covid puzzle they don't dare let you know. The biggest crime perpetrated against you is that if you get to see this, it's only my tiny platform that has the guts or the integrity to show you.
If you don't know the name Sasha Latypova, you will because you should, your Attorney way want to speak with her.
Source: https://sashalatypova.substack.com/p/my-talk-from-lakaruppropet-conference
This stream will NOT be streamed in it's entirety on Facebook, I don't dare... it will be available on:
https://lgm.news/channel/whats-up-canada
Alas, I fear that host Wayne Peters is naively optimistic. The bulk of the deluded masses just don't care.
I have heard often enough for many months that Pfizer attempted to get a court to allow the results of Pfizer's mRNA tests to be withheld from public knowledge for 75 years. And they claimed that they further were not seeking to defraud the American government ─ the government knew all along that the mRNA tests were flawed and that the claims tat were made in the product's favour were false.
But I have never heard Pfizer's plea stated in the startling way that this Sasha Latypova has expressed it:
"Please dismiss this case, Judge. We did not defraud the government. We delivered the fraud that the government ordered."
Wow!
The second video was long ─ 1¾ hours (1:48:50); consequently, we were to watch nothing thereafter. The video, too, was uploaded to Rumble on the 9th, this time to the Vaccine Safety Research Foundation's channel: Full Episode #65: Covid Media Censorship.
Journalist Sharyl Attkisson speaks about her 30 years in mainstream media and the censorship she saw first-hand working for CBS long before Covid. Angelia Desselle, our vaccine injured friend, will also speaks with us about the recent attacks on her by the corporate media.
The video ran a little beyond 1 p.m., but my brother removed his attendance with maybe 10 minutes of the show remaining because he wanted some bed rest before heading off for the day to socialize.
I never sought my needed nap until nearly 2 p.m., by which time my brother had emerged from his bedroom and said his goodbye.
It was difficult getting up from that nap. My body was clearly severely challenged by that walk home with the heavy, lop-sided load of groceries. I actually almost rolled over to seek some sound sleep, but somehow I rallied.
I rose to find that it was only 3 p.m. ─ I had not actually napped for very long.
Although it will be grand to get to bed for the night, I will not be doing so until late. I have nothing planned for the early morrow; thus, I shall be sitting up late watching some T.V. with my brother and enjoying a couple of cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in supply.
As mentioned earlier, my wife is in Rome. She posted the following images to her Facebook account today at 4:07 a.m. Pacific Time Zone, or 1:07 p.m. local Rome Time.
I can only identify the location of one of the photos ─ Aarun Thai Massage. Consequently, I suggest that all of the photos were probably taken very near the Piazza Barberini.
My early evening is upon me, so I am going to conclude today's post here. Perhaps I will manage to squeeze in another Alicia Witt movie ere my brother gets back here this evening.
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