Box of Tricks

It is truly remarkable how plastered I felt when I left home nigh 9 p.m. on last evening's five-mile+ walk after having drunk just a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol).

That condition did not seem to ameliorate until a third of the way through the walk ─ essentially, when I took to Willow Trail near Green Timbers Way & 96th Avenue (Google Map) and worked my way along until I emerged the forest at 100th Avenue & 148th Street (Google Map) via Salal Trail.

Basically it was nearly a mile of dark forest walking, for not once did I use my flashlight. One must put one's alertness at high gear, for apart from coyotes and other wildlife of smaller size, there is always the potential of encountering another human ─ whether sane and innocuous or not. Even just someone who might trail-walk at night with a large or unfriendly dog is always a possibility.

I did once sight a largish animal afterwards when I was walking 100th Avenue in the direction of 140th Street. I was on the forested or southern side of 100th Avenue and noticed it in the distance ─ maybe around the 14200 block (Google Map) it crossed the highway from the northern side to gain the forest.

Whether it was a coyote or just a raccoon, I could not discern. But it appeared to be of such a size that I concluded that I preferred not to be walking past where it disappeared, so I crossed the highway and continued along the northern side from which it had first appeared.

I arrived back home ahead of 11:30 p.m. to find my younger brother watching T.V.

After I dressed down in my bedroom and then joined him with a further couple cans of Cariboo Malt that I was to drink, at his invitation to put on 'something interesting' I had already earlier used our Android TV Box to be prepared to play: The Avengers ─ season two's episode six ("Box of Tricks").

Maybe a quarter to a third of the way through the episode ─ my wife had arrived home prior to then from probably working the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ my brother had passed out and remained so until into the next show I tuned in.

That show was the fourth episode of American Ninja Warrior's current season 16. I was rather impressed in that episode when burly Matt Iseman actually managed five ─ or was it six? ─ pull-ups or chin-ups on a dare from his co-host.

My brother retired to his bedroom for the night following the episode, but I managed to remain up until possibly 2:30 a.m.

My morning was to commence somewhere between 8 - 8:30 a.m., And I was to take control of the T.V. just ahead of my brother because he never emerged from his bedroom until after 9 a.m. By then I was watching a video (1:19:35) published earlier today to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: This Simple Conversation Educates World / Will Deliver Justice Once and for All.

I'm not in the mood to reproduce his bombastic video description ─ you can access it for yourself at the link.

After that I tuned in a better than two-hour (2:08:50) video streamed August 22 at Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #140: Down the Rabbit Hole part 3: Dr. David Martin.

This week's guest, Dr. David Martin, PhD., is an expert in a wide range of scientific, historical and other forensic areas of study, he never fails to deliver eye-opening revelations of the well-orchestrated maneuvering which has occurred over the last decades between military groups, big pharma, world governments and clandestine cabals, all of which have created these chaotic times we now inhabit.

Join us for this mind-blowing discussion and as always, please share this link and bring some friends.

Dr. David Martin:
https://twitter.com/DrDMartinWorld
https://www.davidmartin.world/

That interview was to become exceptionally interesting once it got solidly underway. I especially appreciated Dr. Martin's proclamation that Monkeypox is wholly a side-effect of the mRNA genetic gene therapy shot.

The day proved solidly overcast, and in the latter morning there was one period when it rained heavily. My brother didn't have the best conditions, either, when he left to bus away to drink.

My wife had a full workday today, so she rose possibly as early as 9:20 a.m., and left shortly after 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

I spent what felt like a couple of hours in the latter afternoon and early evening finally getting three pages of information printed out concerning what exactly involves getting an Affidavit of Identity ─ I intend to leave the information for homeless Charles "Stickman" McCarthy at an agreed-upon spot just inside the Green Timbers Urban Forest alongside 100th Avenue when I go on my early a.m. five-mile+ walk overnight.

The challenges of getting that information printed are so very involved that I am not even going to attempt to explain what I went through. Suffice to say that I became so damned stressed and anxious as my day wore away that I badly want to do some drinking, but I will probably only adversely affect my outing ─ and what little sleep I will be allowing myself before I rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for the venture would also be adversely affected, even if only by the need to micturate.

At present it is 8:47 p.m. ─ I would very much like to be in bed by 9:30 p.m., so I am going to stop blogging for today.