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Early last evening I managed to fit in a movie, although I have absolutely no idea how it made its way onto a list in my keeping. Usually, the movies I list are those featuring some actress (and rarely an actor) whom I enjoyed in something I had seen, and whose work I thence have desired to catch up on.
But this movie ─ 2015's Tangerine ─ had no such qualification insofar as I could tell.
Two of the main characters were played by actual Black transgenders ─ men who are Gay and pose themselves to be women.
Transgenders who actually go all out and have surgical modifications to resemble women are transsexuals, so this movie was not about anyone like that. These were Gay men dressing and made up to look like they were women, but who were unprepared to take it any further. They were not interested in mutilating themselves.
The movie kept me watching, for I was curious at outset just what was going to play out concerning the one transgender who had just spent 28 days in jail and was seeking to locate his pimp / lover. The drama quite picked up when the transgender learned that his pimp / lover had reportedly hooked up with an actual woman, and the jealousy-fuelled transgender was on a quest to get a confrontation that I wondered might turn violent and maybe even deadly.
The two transgenders were slim enough to be women, I suppose, but despite their trimness they both seemed to have somewhat protruding bellies.
At times the jail-released transgender looked fairly attractive facially; and at a bit of a distance, looked like a possibly hot woman wearing a miniskirt and sporting shapely nylons-encased legs and low black boots.
What a surprise I received while perusing the acting credits after the end of the movie! An actor who portrayed a taxi passenger who was an ageing, quite stocky, fair-haired, outspoken drunk of some Native Indian heritage was Clu Gulager ─ a Western actor of my adolescence and pre-adolescence who once was handsome and athletic:
Apparently Clu died less than a year ago at the age of 93.
Anyway, the movie had its touching moments, but also a lot of intensity. If pressed to rate it out of "5", I might issue it a "3". By the way, the movie was especially depressing for me because it was taking place on Christmas Eve.
It is available online ─ a current example is MoviesJoy. I watched it on T.V. through our Android TV Box.
After the movie I came here to my computer (which I keep in my bedroom) and bided time until I heard my younger brother arrive home, then I closed my bedroom door, shut off the light, and was soon thereafter into my bed. Perhaps it was around 9:45 p.m.
My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., for I wanted to be up and prepared to leave on a bit of a walk around 6 a.m. that would culminate in me doing some grocery shopping at the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet that is likely not quite a mile from here. I had scrapped an earlier plan to venture farther afield to a different chain store.
When I rose at 4 a.m., it was with considerable annoyance that I discovered that my eldest stepson was downstairs, perhaps finishing cooking up something in the kitchen. Fortunately he soon enough seemed to head off to bed, so I was not to have my routine disrupted.
I too often succeed in squandering the allotted time I give myself in preparing for such shopping excursions, for it was 6:07 a.m. by the time I was finally on my way.
An online check of the temperature claimed that it was somewhere between 1º and 2º Celsius, so I ensured that I had a snugly warm jacket on. I found the sky to be overcast, but all was dry.
I had weighed myself while fully dressed and in my boots, and registered around 205 pounds. This would matter when I made an early stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Using bare hands, I managed three pull-ups in the first set, and then two in each of the remaining five sets.
I honestly do not know what should be expected of a 73-year-old working with that kind of total weight in the exercises.
Since I only had $85 in cash in my wallet, I felt it prudent to make a withdrawal of a further $60 at my financial institution's ATM.
As for the walk itself, I underestimated how much time I would need to expend, for even though the store opens at 7 a.m., there usually is not a cashier manning a checkout ─ the earliest customers are expected to use self-serve stations.
Alas, I did not plan a long enough route, and thus I found myself having to wait a few minutes until the darned store actually opened its doors. I sat in wait some distance from the store itself, and then slowly made my way to it.
Stupidly, in selecting my purchases, I entirely forgot one of the items that I had specifically chosen that store for, to the exclusion of the more distant store.
I had even done some roaming within the store vainly hoping a cashier would open up one of the check-outs. Ultimately, I had to visit the information desk to see if I could check out there, for I wanted to pay for my purchases with cash ─ not a debit or credit card as were the sole options at self-serve check-out stations.
So this enquiry generated the staffing of a regular check-out station by a friendly young lass who managed my custom.
And with that taken care of, I made my way home.
No one was yet up, and it was probably early after 8 a.m. when I returned to bed for some needed rest.
Over an hour later I revived enough to rise, thinking that my younger brother would by then be downstairs ─ but he was not yet out of his bedroom.
I returned to bed and zoned out a little longer.
We finally got together around 10 a.m. after I heard him turn on the T.V. When he invited me to put something on via our Android TV Box, I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's livestream of yesterday. It was a little longer than an hour (1:03:03), but was exceptionally good: Interview- Horrifying Vaccine Injury & The Mass Cover Up Job By BC's Bonnie Henry & The WHO.
Interview- The truth as spoken by ANOTHER victim of the false narrat!ve that's coming down from the goverment and the mass cover-up happening in Canada. The devastation continues daily while the politic!ans and health leaders rake in their beloved $$$$$$$$ and leave the innocent citizens to lose everything.
https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/invisible-fences#/
Well into the interview I became so caught up by the two wonderful women being interviewed that my eyes burned with tears, and I yearned to be able to help them or others like vax-damaged Kristin Ditzel.
I am so damned sick of just living out my pathetic life of social isolation, too buried in debt to even help myself. Hell, it makes me wish that God would just put an end to me if this is all that there is to be for and of me.
The only other video in this ilk that we watched in its entirety was 34 minutes, and had been uploaded to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel two days ago: Why Canadian law has no jurisdiction on us.
Refer to the video description yourself ─ it is too lengthy and meandering for me to care to reproduce it here. All I will offer is that it features an interview with a Plains Cree Indian named Lester Howse (Wapiskisit Piyesiw - White Thunderbird in Nehiyawewin) whom I have not before heard of, but he had an interesting message that only slightly made sense to me.
We capped off our morning viewing ─ actually, this was now into the noon hour ─ with an episode of Britain's My Family.
Once it was done, my brother sought some bed rest. I had not yet eaten today, so I prepared a sustaining feed, and had still not sought my needed afternoon nap by the time my brother was again back out of his bedroom and set to leave for the day to socialize.
It might be that the volume of My Family encouraged my youngest stepson to finally begin his day.
It merits mention that it has rained most of today, so my early walk was fortuitous in the respect of being absolutely dry. As long as I am not intending to visit a store, I do not mind at all being out in the rain ─ it cuts down on the number of other potential pedestrians I may encounter; but I do not at all like having to contend with trying to perform pull-ups and chin-ups in the wet rain. My gloves do not allow for a rigorous grip, and not wearing them is impractical ─ there is barely any grip at all.
I am unsure about my evening now that it has arrived. I have been mulling a walk to the pharmacy approximately four blocks from here. However, last night we had the Pacific Daylight Time change here in the Pacific Time Zone that saw us lose an hour. Consequently, even though it remains dark longer in the a.m., daylight lasts an hour longer in the early evening ─ and I do not like walking anywhere in the daylight. I prefer the anonymity of darkness.
A few photos now. My wife posted these to her Facebook account this morning at 5 a.m. (Pacific Time Zone). Needless to say, since she is presently in Rome, Italy (she left for there on an early evening flight from YVR on January 23 to visit a sister of hers who lives in that city), the local Rome time when she made the Facebook post was 1 p.m.
I do not know who the woman is that my wife poses with in two of the photos, but it is not the sister. Nor can I identify just where in Rome the six photos were taken. The only description that my wife offered was in Thai:
😅 เหตุการณ์เมื่อคืน 😅😝😜
Facebook translated that as:
😅 Last night event 😅😝😜
With that, I am closing today's post.
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