Hideaway

After getting to bed ahead of 10 p.m. last evening, I did not have much difficulty rising overnight when my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed to get me up to begin readying for my five-mile+ walk.

Only my youngest stepson was still up; and when I left, he was shut up in the bathroom, oblivious to me.

Everything was wet outside when I set off at 2:07 a.m., but it probably hadn't rained since the earliest evening.

Naturally three or so blocks away at the elementary school playground where I stopped for some exercise, the equipment was all wet from the much earlier rain. I used a bandana to give a jungle gym monkey bar a quick wiping to dry it off, then set about managing the following totals in pull-ups and chin-ups: 5-2-2-3-3-2-2.

Just as with my previous stop there two nights before, I wore my heavy denim jacket ─ and even my gloves for the first set. The first three sets were pull-ups, followed by two sets of chin-ups, and then two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings.

I should mention that I was also wearing a warm fleece pullover. However, I don't know my total bodyweight because I never got to visit the bathroom for a weigh-in. I can't have been much below 190 pounds (by way of some comparison, late the past Saturday afternoon while I was still on my Sabbath fast, my naked body weight was approximately 176 pounds).

The rings were extremely strenuous, so I never attempted to hold the final pull-up. But I did engage one further set that was just me hanging from the rings in as relaxed a pose as I could manage for a rather quick 30-count.

Until I began these 'relaxed' hangs, I had no idea how stressful they are to the shoulders.

When done, I then went over to the nearby cement ramp and was only able to endure 10 full-range decline push-ups.

But it was all very invigorating and warmed me up.

The only incident worth a mention concerning the walk was when I was maybe ¾ of a mile from getting home. I had done a little running to catch a green light at a major intersection, stopping to walk once I was approximately midway across.

There was a woman seated on the damp curb of the sidewalk a short distance down the highway I was crossing. She may have had some baggage with her; initially, I was unsure if she was alone, so she may not have been.

But as I continued along the avenue I was following, I heard her likely speak out to me; however, her words were inaudible. I turned and faced towards her, but I kept on my way. I think that she may have said something more, but her voice was even fainter.

It did seem that she might have been by herself. Even so, the odds were practically non-existent that she would have been at all comely. I was by this time weary and just wanting to get my outing over with ─ not become involved in any conversation that would likely have been pointless.

It was 4:07 a.m. by the time I was back home, so for the second consecutive outing, my time was exactly two hours.

Still my youngest stepson was up. I don't know what is going on with the young 25-year-old idiot. I got to bed probably just ahead of 6 a.m., and later rose ahead of 8:30 a.m., discovering that he had still not gone to bed. He finally did at 9 a.m. and remained in bed until well past 4 p.m.

I joined my younger brother for some T.V. just past 9 a.m., and when he issued his invitation for me to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 29-minute (28:55) video uploaded October 29 to YouTube's Press For Truth DanDicksPFT channel: Justin Trudeau Just Dissed His Own Family So His Brother Kyle Kemper Responds On PFT!!!

Justin Trudeau recently appeared on a podcast and when asked about people caught up in “misinformation” in regards to the pandemic he said: “There are people that can't be reached right now, we all have family members. I've got a half brother who's in a pretty bad place since the pandemic. Love him, still do, always will, but can't have real conversations with him based on facts and reality. And that's a real proportion of our communities, of our families, of our country that has gone that way."

In this video Dan Dicks of Press For Truth speaks with Justin’s brother Kyle Kemper to get his response to these harsh comments and to set the record straight!

I followed up with a 29-minute (29:23) video published yesterday to Rumble's Odessa Orlewicz Libertytalkcanada channel: Advisor To BC, Canada Premier David Eby Has Serious Ties To The Chinese Communist Party.

Breaking...I show Sam Cooper and an MP's hearing on the official CPAC channel about Guo Ding (aka David Ding) and Rise Media (CCP) attempt to take down the Conservative Party of BC's John Rustad. Other names are listed as well. Guo Ding is an advisor to David Eby...NDP Premier of BC.

As far as my brother and I were concerned, that video was a sheer drag. I zoned out and couldn't concentrate.

Then came a 16-minute (16:21) video published yesterday at Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Putin Releases 4,000 Page Report Exposing How Elites Have Rigged 2024 US Election 30-Oct-2024.

https://rumble.com/v5ksuhv-putin-releases-4000-page-report-exposing-how-elites-have-rigged-2024-us-ele.html

The US presidential election has been rigged to ensure the people do not choose the president, according to Russian President Vladimir Putin who has painstakingly compiled a 4,000 page report forensically detailing the crimes of the US Deep State and globalist elites.

According to Putin, the global elite believe the consequences of the US election are far too important to allow the American people to decide the outcome, and the 4,000 page report lists Klaus Schwab, Barack Obama, Bill Gates, and George and Alex Soros as co-conspirators in the plot against the USA.

Putin has patiently gathered evidence, but according to Russian sources, he now believes the moment has arrived to expose the globalist deception and enlighten the public about the elite’s true agenda.

Next, a 45-minute (45:23) video published July 3, 2021, at BitChute's ittabena channel: Monopoly: Follow The Money.

Monopolies, non-profits, foundations and politics.  See how they are inerlocked.  The mentioned Event 201 is present in three parts on my channel as well.

The final video I tuned in never got finished due to my brother's noon-hour need of some bed rest, so I will save reporting of it until we have completed watching it.

My wife only had to work the latter part of today, but I was still in bed with my afternoon nap when she must have left. I got up at 3:10 p.m., but it was of no avail ─ she had gone. I felt guilty about that.

Anyway, I am going to conclude this post because it is growing dark and it is Hallowe'en ─ I must get my light extinguished, for I have no intention of dealing with the 'trick-or-treaters'.

I hope to be getting away anon in time to visit the government liquor store two or so miles from here to buy a further two dozen cans of beer to hike back home. The store closes at 9 p.m.

My youngest stepson either sneaked away, or else returned to bed. No one else is home.

This is what it is like to be a social recluse.

Voter Stupidity or Fraud?

I only today learned the supposed final results of my province's general election less than two weeks ago ─ the pandemic of stupidity rife throughout Canada kept the N.D.P. in power.

How the 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 can the N.D.P. win an election anymore after what the federal N.D.P. has done to the country in its ongoing support of the 🆃🆄🆁🅳(eau) in Ottawa and his Liberal Party?

Just as sickening is that I learned today that a general election in New Brunswick has brought the Liberals to power there ─ despite everything the federal Liberals have done to us all!

There is no hope ─ there is only rampant stupidity and corruption.

But on to more calming matters.

Last evening I paid my visit to London Drugs and spent $120 for participation in the 2024 Millionaire Lottery. I also bought two new flash or thumb drives ─ one 64 gigabytes, the other 128 gigabytes ─ for a further layout of $31.35 after taxes.

Anyway, I was back home just past 9 p.m., and well before my younger brother. When finally he did show up, I had our first show all lined up to play ─ Riverdale. Specifically, it was episode three ("Chapter Seventy-Nine: Graduation") of season five.

I found various scenes to be remarkably touching. And now the series is going to jump ahead seven years into the future, which ought to up its interest value. After all, none of the characters looked anywhere near to be teenagers anymore.

Unfortunately for my besotted brother, he was passed out for most of the show and won't have any idea what's going on the next time I tune in an episode. But he makes his choices ─ no one forces him to drink himself into oblivion at 72 years of age.

The second show I tuned in was The Outpost ─ season two's episode 12 ("In the Worst Corner of My Memory"). Boy, that was quite a tortured twist where the love relationship between Janzo and Maya was concerned!

The third show I tuned in was Glitch ─ episode four ("A Duty of Care") of season two.

And I was able to squeeze in a fourth show ─ Wanted. Specifically, it was the premiere episode ("Lock Up") of season three. By this point my alcohol intake seems to have been overloading, for I do not recall a couple of events in the Wikipedia write-up ─ especially: "Both ladies find themselves on the run together again after Lola returns home to a disturbing scene."

But I also do not remember Lola's "only lead, Lance Greiner" in her search for the prison kingpin's daughter Sophie.

I had drunk a stiff shot of Captain Morgan dark rum before I went to London Drugs. Then over the course of our shows, I drank three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), one can of Cariboo Genuine draft (5.5% alcohol); and I believe maybe a can of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).

It must have been nigh 3 a.m. before I got to bed, so when I rose around 8:15 a.m., I was hardly feeling 'in the pink'.

My wife had today off work, having come home last evening while my brother and I were watching our shows. Consequently, I only had my brother to be concerned with over the morning, but he didn't emerge from his bedroom until likely at least 9:45 a.m.

I was by then deep into a video published October 26 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: POWERFUL FORCE IN CANADA/ARREST TRUDEAU/RESTORE COMMON LAW/BAR IS FINISHED.

I now find myself skipping through so much of Christopher's videos because I can no longer bear hearing him ranting on and on about getting in charge of a people's Common Law court. He can't keep quiet about this nonsense for five minutes straight! It becomes so tiresome.

Also, I am not interested in hearing his various pitches, so I skip through those as well. I was in fact thinking as I watched that maybe the time is soon to come where I will just not bother with his videos if he doesn't have an interesting guest because each of his solo videos is practically a re-worked version of any other.

The next video I selected was 19 minutes (19:21) and had been published earlier today at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: What's the Deal with the Vote Tabulators Anyway?

It was this video that alerted me to the fact that the accursed N.D.P. won the recent B.C. provincial general election.

The final video we watched was one I had downloaded back on August 2, but it is no longer available at the YouTube channel that had carried it. However, I see that the video is presently available at Dailymotion: Return of the Plagues - Locusts.

locusts … invaded all Egypt …. They covered all the ground until it was black,” reports the Bible. “They devoured … everything growing in the fields … – nothing green remained on trees or palms in all the lands of Egypt.” (Exodus 10:14–15) Watch and learn about the impact locusts have today.

It ran about 50 minutes (49:52).

I wondered in the morning if maybe there was some light rain happening out there, but by the start of the afternoon, it was definitely raining ─ hard. And for the entire afternoon.

Early in the evening it seemed to have ceased, so I am hoping that I will be having a rain-free walk in the wee a.m. after I rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for it.

I had a light supper and drank a can each of Cariboo Malt and Cariboo Genuine draft beer while watching FBI: International ─ episode five ("Death by Inches") of season three.

A well-done episode, as is often usual.

I confess that the hankering was there for a little further alcohol ─ and that desire still remains. But I have my frets regarding my wee a.m. venture, so I shall attempt to refrain.

Now, a couple of other things about today warranting mention.

I discovered today that I neglected to make a monthly payment towards a credit card balance that my wife racked up a few years back, and had dumped responsibility onto me. I thought that I had made the damned payment!

Now I'm going to try and put out $500 to cover that and the latest month's payment in order to knock down the balance.

On a related note, I have finally managed to get my VISA card balance just below the $14,000 level ─ it feels as if it has taken 1½ or more years to reduce it from just above $15,000.

This is such a long, hard fight.

I also wanted to mention meeting with a fairly rare failure in locating a download source for 2004's Dark Kingdom: The Dragon King. It was a primary reason for buying the flash drives last evening.

I am going to have to surrender trying any longer ─ I have probably wasted as many as a half dozen  hours seeking a true source. And it seems I have lost any further blogging time, as well ─ it is now 9 p.m., so I must start looking towards gettging to bed well before 10 p.m.

Walks and Such

A point arrived last night ─ my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. ─ when in a small state of restlessness, in the dark I reached for my mug of water and then had a few swallows, and carefully put the mug back.

I settled down to seek another block of sleep ... when my alarm chimed. I must have had that drink of water with a mere minute to go ere the alarm.

I rose and used the bathroom, aware that both of my stepsons downstairs were not yet to bed.

In no rush, I slowly readied myself for my planned five-mile+ walk, while also spending time here at my bedside computer. When I was pretty much set to go, a weigh-in fully clothed (including heavy denim jacket) revealed that I was at least 188 pounds.

By this time my eldest stepson had retired for the night, so I only had to ease away without my youngest stepson noticing.

It was 2:26 a.m. once I was outside and beginning my walk ─ everything was still wet from what was probably the evening's rain.

It was chilly enough that when I reached the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here, I had decided to exercise with my jacket on; nor did I do more than wipe the remaining rain from one of the jungle gym monkey bars, for I was going to wear my gloves for at least the first set of pull-ups.

And so without any hope nor thought of achieving an exceptional outcome, my performance totals were as follows ... and already I forget if my first set of pull-ups managed five or as few as a mere three.

Then it was two further sets of two pull-ups apiece; followed by two sets of three chin-ups in each; and I finished with two sets of two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings.

But I felt so damned heavy that I am unsure now if I even attempted to hold the final pull-up. Whatever the case, after finishing I did attempt to just hang loosely from the rings, but I couldn't do more than a count of 10 or 12.

Over at the nearby cement ramp, I gave up after just 10 full-range decline push-ups.

It was not an exercise session to feel pride in, but considering conditions, I was not self-critical to any degree.

There was to be only once incident worth mentioning about the walk, and I only do so because it also took place maybe a week earlier at most.

As I travelled the lower (or South) side of Fraser Highway towards 140th Street, I detected a solitary figure standing on the sidewalk well ahead. The previous time, I crossed the highway to the opposite side ahead of when I had intended to, because I was unsure if the person was going to be someone homeless and/or stoned ─ or even worse, time-wasting Charles "Stickman" McCarthy.

At that time, I was to realize as I came nearer to being abreast of the person, that it was a woman who was just standing there. This Google Map shows approximately where she may have been.

Well, this time the figure was in roughly the same spot, so I concluded that it could only be the same woman ─ probably out there using herself as bait to snag a 'customer'.

Since I was not interested at this time in potentially becoming engaged in a conversation with her, I again crossed the highway as I had the first time, and thus continued on beyond her.

Who knows? If she is there the next time I have my walk that direction, maybe I will brave an encounter, if only to verify for myself her designs for being out there. If she is indeed hooking, she would need to be markedly attractive and personable to be of much interest to someone like me when it is not possible ─ due to how chilly it is now ─ for her to be displaying her 'wares' or 'goods'.

Other than her, there was nothing else worth reporting. I felt like I might be doing well for time, and this was largely borne out at my return home at 4:26 a.m. When I can do this outing in a full two hours even after a stop at the school playground, it is exceptional.

My youngest stepson had retired by this time; and I expect that I did the same ere the strike of 6 a.m. after having drunk a half litre mug of hot instant coffee with the works.

At most it was in the neighbourhood of a little after 8:30 a.m. when I began my morning by rising. My brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I did not join him until maybe 9:10 a.m.

He and his girlfriend Bev had arranged to try for her to achieve a walk-in appointment at one of the local LifeLabs outlets for some sort of medical test(s), and he wanted me to check online for him at 10 a.m. to assess the various listed estimated waiting times so that he could figure out what was the most promising ─ Bev has been coming up with excuses for at least the past five days, but he was determined to get it done this morning.

So with little time for videos this morning, I thought that we would sample a very long movie that I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive. Unfortunately, it proved to be Russian-dubbed ─ but not even properly dubbed. Rather, it was a male Russian voice reading aloud all of the opening credits, and then speaking over the English dialogue his own Russian interpretation.

How could any Russian sit through a long movie with this sort of nonsense when even the women's dialogue was likely going to be drowned out by this guy interpreting over their voices on their behalf?

Most disappointing.

So for a third sitting, I instead tuned in the recent nearly three-hour Joe Rogan interview of Donald Trump.

And we're still not done! However, one further sitting should do it.

My brother went off to pick up Bev at her home maybe two miles away, and did not return until something like 11:50 a.m. But even then, I think that Bev might have been in the van ─ he just came in to use the toilet and to have me get the address of a local West Coast Medical Imaging outlet, and then he left again.

My poor wife had a full day of work scheduled for the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time, so she rose possibly as early as 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise begin readying. She left around 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive ─ not too long after my brother had left to pick up Bev.

He was to finally return from dealing with Bev ─ I had not yet sought my very much needed nap. But he only came home to leave his van and then head off afoot to catch a bus so that he could begin his daily drinking / socializing.

Now leaping ahead somewhat, this has been a bath day, so that is now out of my way with my early evening upon me. I have an evening walk planned, but of a much lesser distance than this morning's. My destination will be London Drugs in Whalley.

I want to place a cash order with them for participation in the 2024 Millionaire Lottery. I am doing my best to use my VISA credit card as rarely as possible due to its oppressive balance.

I might also buy a flash / thumb drive. The largest one I own may have no larger capacity than eight gigabytes, so I might be willing to blow around $20 or even $25 on something considerably larger.

But it's all going to depend upon when I get to the darned store ─ it closes at 9 p.m., and is just under 1½ miles from here. And right now it is 6:15 p.m.

But I'm feeling a little drained from my long, hot bath, so I want to rest for a little before engaging the hike. Later, I will be sitting up with my brother once we are both back home, watching at least a couple of our shows on T.V. (via our Android TV Box) ─ and of course doing a little drinking.

I might risk a shot of dark rum before heading out on that walk ─ it might actually pick me up from where I have presently devolved. The risk there is that there will be nowhere to 'take a whiz' once I am into Whalley.

But enough on the blogging for this post.

Thinning the Herd

That affliction ─ a cold or some such ─ that I mentioned noticing late into either Friday or Saturday (I think Saturday) morning is still with me, despite having taken thus far five or so hits of three drops of an ivermectin solution.

There seems to be some associated muscle and joint pain or sensitivity, apart from the accelerated mucous production. My throat had begun to feel as if it might be getting sore, but now it only has that rather annoying 'tickle' that occasionally leads to a cough.

Anyway, I had my 5.972-mile round trip hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods last evening, only experiencing any wetting rain when I was nearly halfway home. The intensity did not last, fortunately.

I got back to find my younger brother watching T.V. And when I joined him a little past 11 p.m. and soon enough got his okay to activate our Android TV Box, I led us off with an episode of Chicago P.D. ─ episode five ("Pink Cloud") of season 10.

The episode ended inconclusively, as if it was to be a two-parter, and we were willing to watch that episode as well. However, the Stremio app I was using appeared to have an entirely unrelated description involving the Atwater character.

I now see by Wikipedia's write-up that the next episode does indeed carry on with the second part of the story we had watched, but I don't feel too bad for not knowing because apparently so does the episode after that!

Thus, I can wait.

Incidentally, the probable villain ─ just as I suspected, but my brother was doubtful ─ was played by actor Jefferson White of the Yellowstone series. The young man was considerably scrawnier than he seems on Yellowstone as character "Jimmy".

The next show we watched was Bosch ─ "Chapter Eight: High Low" of season one.

Thereafter my brother only felt he should sit up for a sitcom because he had an important 10 a.m. telephone call scheduled for this morning, so I tuned in America's Ghosts ─ episode six ("The Baby Bjorn") of season two.

Prior to my walk I had drunk a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) that I was still feeling effects of by the time I was back home. Then over the evening I drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Cariboo Genuine draft beer (5.5% alcohol).

Consequently, I do not know if it was the alcohol indulgence, or my probable fever ─ or both ─ but I do not recall when I went to bed, nor even the act of going to bed. Once, just ahead of dawn, I rose to use the toilet and to take some ivermectin in the mostly dark, so I might have had four drops.

Whatever the case, I felt 'none too good' at rising this morning ─ I think that it was nearing 9:30 a.m.

Due to his phone call, we were to only watch two videos, beginning with Odessa Orlewicz's 40-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: OZEMPIC- Thinning The Herd FULL EPISODE.

Move over mRNA... We now have Ozempic. This is the full episode version. The America government would like to put around 70% of its population on it, and the tax payer gets to fund the trillions in cost. Find out about the short and long term dangers, the lawsuits piling up already, and the honest doctors screaming from the rooftops not to do this.

Then we watched a little more of the nearly three-hour Joe Rogan interview of Donald Trump ─ our second sitting. I'm unsure if we are halfway through it yet, and I have already decided that I like the man so much that I wish I knew the guy.

Yet because of the T.V. series The Apprentice, I used to despise him!

During our morning T.V., my wife had texted me to ask if it was okay that she withdrew $50 from the money she had just repaid me ─ she was grocery shopping, and was to be coming home to prepare a supper.

I'm okay with that ─ I cannot bear her abuse of me for hundreds and hundreds of dollars at one go for whatever contrived emergencies she finds herself in!

She did finally get home just before my brother finished his bed rest following our T.V. together, and was about to head away on foot for a bus to go drinking.

Well past 2 p.m. I could no longer delay my needed early afternoon nap, so I alerted my wife as she worked in the kitchen ─ if she had to work later, I had no idea.

It may have been around 3:30 p.m. when I quit my naptime, finding my wife still here. Apparently she had today off work.

She was to prepare a feast!

But before I indulged, I chose to watch a T.V. show here on my bedside computer ─ FBI: Most Wanted. Specifically, it was episode 10 ("False Flag") of season four. During it I was to drink a can each of Cariboo Malt and Cariboo Genuine, plus a stiff shot of Captain Morgan dark rum.

I very much enjoyed the episode, but I detest the subliminal indoctrination used to characterize "antivaxxers" as potentially mentally ill dangers to society.

The episode involved an insane woman who refused to believe that her young daughter had been killed by another mentally ill idiot who mass-murdered the group the young girl was with.

Instead, the looney mother chose to believe that her daughter's death was faked, and the American government was using her and other supposedly killed kids to stage fake slaughters in the States and elsewhere in the world.

So in her demented search, she was to murder two men who interfered with her demands for answers.

I have no tolerance for mentally ill murderers. More than do sane killers, I believe that unhinged mentally ill murderers need to be put down like the dangerous mad dogs that they are.

I wanted her dead, but of course she was taken alive. And the impression was left that she was so far gone that she was never going to understand that her young daughter was truly dead.

And that she was a ruthless killer for no reason except her own feeble-minded madness.

By the way, I had watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link, and it played perfectly, although not very loud.

But back to some reality.

Around 4 p.m. it began raining hard, and this probably lasted until nigh dark. I am hoping that I am not going to have a third consecutive early five-mile+ a.m. walk bereft of an opportunity to have exercising at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here.

My bedtime is nearly upon me if I want to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for that outing. It hasn't sounded to be raining for some while, so maybe I will be spared.

I must finish this post by declaring that my wife's supper was most ample and nourishing ─ I do not feel overfed, so likely all will be well when I next rise.

Good night!

A Woman's Place

My bedtime last evening was ahead of 11 p.m.; and I was so enfeebled and listless that I was quite eager for my bed.

Even so, I slept in broken fashion until finally I felt so awake that I had to peek at the time because 4 a.m. ─ my cellphone alarm setting ─ seemed impossibly distant; I had to keep forcing myself to lapse into another block of sleep, and this time it just didn't seem as being easily done.

It was 3:57 a.m.

I was quite enthusiastic to rise and soon be downstairs to boil up water for a 1½-litre mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

The plan was to try and be away by 6 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore in Guildford.

I think that as I passed time, I might have heard a little rain. There had been some before I had retired.

I am superb at losing time, so I never got away until possibly as late as 6:20 a.m. By then my eldest stepson had risen and gone to work for his 6 a.m. start, and his younger brother had finally gone to bed when his older brother had risen.

It was spitting some rain still, and the air was heavily humid although fairly mild. It was also perfectly dark ─ dawn was not yet arrived.

Had I gotten away by 6 a.m., likely I would have had three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at the elementary school playground no more than three blocks from here, but it was too late for that now.

Anon the spitting rain ceased, but the ominously heavy cloud cover was my companion.

I only bought three items, but they were heavy: a litre of liquid whipping cream; a two-kg container of Himalayan pink salt; and a three-kg tub of creamed honey. Even dividing the load such that only one hand ever toted the honey, it did get to be a bit of a workout ─ the scapula area across my upper back especially felt the ongoing strain, for not once did I ever set down my load and have a break.

Unfortunately, the cloud cover began lifting and it was unpleasantly sunny by the time I was back home no later than 8:30 a.m. It would have been far preferable if I had the spare 20 minutes I wasted before leaving on my walk ─ I would have not had to endure as much daylight.

My wife had not come home last night, so I didn't have to be concerned about her having to get up later in the morning to begin readying for work.

My younger brother was still in bed, and would be spending time ─ once he was up ─ to read through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. He might even have a late-morning NFL game he wanted to watch. So I decided to return to bed and drift off into a nap for as long as was comfortable.

Perhaps I was there until almost 10:30 a.m.

By then he had the T.V. on and was watching some documentary. I watched a bit of it with my day's second coffee, and then chose to look through The Province myself.

It was then that my brother offered that I should put our Android TV Box to work.

And so I led us off with a 29-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Is the BC Election being RIGGED? + Trudeau Caught Funding STUPID Projects (You Won't Believe These).

I was to miss the late portion of the video because my wife both texted me and Facebook Messengered me about a transaction receipt a bank had E-mailed her for a September 24 deposit ─ she had no idea what it concerned. She was afraid that she might be getting threatened over insufficient funds or something similar.

Her texts can be very difficult to comprehend ─ this was her text:

Hi , how are you ? Can you talk a look my email , then one send from Cibc , I don't understand what dose mean ?

I studied her attachment thoroughly, and even went to my computer to check her Hotmail / Outlook account to see if she was failing to send me everything that had been in her E-mail from CIBC, but I could not find any such message.

I believe that she has a Gmail account, too, but I have no easy access to it.

So I replied back that I could not find the word "dose" anywhere in anything she sent me.

Eventually I was able to figure out that she simply did not understand that she had been sent an electronic ATM transaction slip instead of getting a paper one at the ATM. There must have been some sort of option like that.

Or maybe she made the deposit in person and the teller asked her if she wanted an electronic receipt?

As for the word "dose", I only now realize that it was simply another of her atrocious misspellings ─ she must have meant that she did not understand ─ what "does" the attachment mean?

But it was that troublesome word "dose" of hers that put me onto an involved period of fruitless research.

In the end, all was well ─ she understood that the attachment meant nothing, and was just confirmation of her deposit.

The second video I was to tune in for my brother and I was nearly three hours long, but I never pointed this out. I figured we would just watch it for however long my brother felt interested, and then maybe that would be that.

It had been uploaded two days ago to YouTube's PowerfulJRE channel: Joe Rogan Experience #2219 - Donald Trump.

We didn't get 50 minutes into it because by then we were approaching 12:30 p.m. and my brother wanted some bed rest, but he was very much interested in the interview ─ as he explained, he was seeing a side of Donald Trump that he had not gotten to see before.

So he just asked that we postpone the rest of the interview ─ I'll ask him tomorrow if he still has that interest, and we'll continued from where we left off.

By the way, this morning before my return to bed, I had gotten a Facebook Messenger text from an old friend of my brother's ─ Frank H.

All the message said was that Frank wanted me to let my brother know that Frank's wife Sandra had died yesterday evening at 8:30 p.m. ─ there were no other details.

So I passed along the news.

Let's skip ahead now.

I'm unsure, but I may have noticed a touch of rain at some point in the day.

Regardless, I plan an evening grocery walk ─ the 5.972-mile hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods that closes at 10 p.m. There is a branch of my main financial institution immediately adjacent to the store, so I will be withdrawing $200 for the nonce.

It has been dark for some while as I type these words, but I had flagged. Despite knowing full well that indulging in brew will incur the necessity of relief during the excursion, I was at a crossroads. I lacked the stamina to face the public ─ even after dark ─ without some alcoholic fortification.

Thus it was that I tuned in ─ here at my bedside computer ─ an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode seven ("A Woman's Place Is in the War Effort!") of season seven.

Lord, I have grown to love those characters ─ especially ALL of the women. They are all so inspiring! Hell, they can make me cry! And make me feel so alone in my pointless, largely unshared, life.

If at all interested, I watched the episode at this link at MoviesJoy.onl, and it played flawlessly.

I must now hustle and get away on that trek. I can hear some rain outside.

Once I am back home and my brother is also home by then, I will be sitting up late watching at least a couple more shows with him ... and having further drink, for I downed a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).

I wish there was more to my limited life than this, but there is not. I am just a 75-year-old sitting duck waiting for the end to arrive.

Just Getting Started

I wish to catch up on mention of two movies I just recently watched.

I believe that it was Friday morning that my younger brother and I finished watching the second half or so of a movie we had begun the morning prior ─ I had previously downloaded it onto a flash or thumb drive.

The movie was 2017's Just Getting Started.

Initially I thought that it was a quirky mainstream hot-weather Christmas movie, for I could not otherwise think of why I had downloaded it. Only afterwards when I had researched why I ever made the download, I found that it had been included on a list of 2017 "Action" movies.

Well, that was definitely a misfile. Sure, it had some action, but it was more comedic or slapstick in nature ─ I would have been truly surprised if anybody got killed. But it would have helped me understand and enjoy the movie more if I had known that I didn't download it because it had a Christmas theme.

As Wikipedia says, the movie was only around 1½ hours, and so often scenes seemed to end abruptly ─ it was as if some important content had been skipped over. I think some scenes began similarly, with no lead-in.

To me the movie seemed poorly produced, and some of the acting was far from realistic. Nevertheless, it was quite fun, and I enjoyed the scenes of the older actresses playing characters attempting to be seductive ─ which they were to their targeted senior men.

I was finding that the actress I now understand was Glenne Headly was rather working for me, so I was sorry to just learn that she died at the age of 62 the same year (2017) this movie was released.

I cannot recall which website I downloaded the movie from, but it can presently be watched at this OK.ru link ─ just be sure to turn the sound on in the player there. In ensuring that this link was not going to yield a Russian-dubbed video, I re-watched the earliest part of the movie, and now I wish that I had paid the movie far better attention than I did. It may warrant a re-watch.

As I said, we finished watching the movie Friday morning, but Thursday night I sat up exceptionally late if my recollection is true and I didn't go to bed until well past 4 a.m.

Over the course of that Thursday evening I had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and one each of Cariboo Genuine draft (4.5% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) while watching three shows with my brother. Of course, all three shows were made available through streaming apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

The first feature was The Morning Show ─ season three's episode seven ("Strict Scrutiny").

Then came The Kettering Incident ─ episode seven ("The Madness") of the show's only season.

And we finished with Chicago Fire ─ episode four ("The Center of the Universe") of season 11. I was game for one further show, but my brother couldn't handle one more.

It might have been as late as 4:30 a.m. by the time I finally went to bed, yet I found myself awake ahead of 8:30 a.m. Friday morning. What is truly odd is that I believed myself to be just waking up from one of my early afternoon naps ─ I think that I may have even thought that it was Thursday afternoon.

But this was confusing, for I recalled that my brother and I had already watched our Thursday evening T.V. shows. Nothing was making sense ─ especially the time as presented by the lower right corner of my computer screen.

How could it be after 8 p.m. in the evening? What day was it, then?

I checked the date on the computer screen and looked at my wall calendar, and saw that it was Friday. How could it still be light outside if it was after 8 p.m.?

So I looked closer at the time on the computer screen, and realized then that it was Friday morning.

But this has never happened to me before ─ at least not for so long a stretch of time before I was able to work things out.

In the latter afternoon of yesterday, I was in need of a spirits-boosting Christmas movie, so I selected 2017's Wrapped Up in Christmas, even though the terse description sounded like one I had already watched within the past year.

I enjoyed it ─ a lot! More than I expected.

Despite the lead actress Tatyana Ali's lengthy list of credits, there was no familiarity to me. Not so her co-star romantic lead, Brendan Fehr ─ I loved the Roswell T.V. series of a quarter century ago.

I noticed that Tatyana always had loose clothing over her tummy ─ a sign that she has a bit of a belly, shall we say? Where I am concerned, her niece Molly (played by child actress Princess K. Mapp) was so beguiling that she would have made her aunt more appealing to me as a romantic prospect.

Kids are always so perfectly adorable in these romantic Christmas movies!

The actress playing Tatyana's character's assistant struck me as being exceptionally attractive ─ i.e., Ash Santos. She deserves a leading role. 

Tatyana Ali, Jackée Harry, Ash Santos

Despite my small gripes, just as I said earlier, I enjoyed this movie, and could comfortably watch it again.

There are sources for the movie online, but I watched in on T.V. with the aid of our Android TV Box. Even so, you could try this VK.com link if you are curious about the movie. Again, ensure that you activate the sound for the onscreen player.

Last evening I never got to bed until it was approaching 10:30 p.m., so I set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. However, I could hear that it was raining when I retired.

I found myself awake enough before my alarm that I checked the time and saw it to be around 2 a.m., so I rose then. My wife seemed newly retired for the night in her own bedroom; only her youngest son was still up.

It was raining.

I managed to dawdle until within 10 minutes of the arrival of 3 a.m. before I was finally outside and on my walk ─ with a necessary umbrella.

There was to be no exercising at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here.

I wasted little time getting this walk over with, so even though the rain finally did stop when I was maybe four or five blocks from home as I was returning, I had no motivation to do anything but get home, so I passed right on by the elementary school playground.

I am quite confident that I was back to bed ahead of 6 a.m.

When after some sleep I was to check the time, it was after 10 a.m., so I hurriedly rose. My wife was still in her bedroom, so I knew that she was only going to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother had not yet turned on the T.V., still evidently reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to. When he finally did turn on the T.V., he tuned in an old Wagon Train episode.

Initially I was not too interested, and was taking my turn going through the newspaper. But then the rather dashing head of a gang of Mexican bandits began to remind me of Lee Marvin, so I started paying more attention. My brother initially denied that it was Lee.

The episode took us to noon, so we were to watch nothing else. But we stuck with it right through the credits to validate that it was indeed Lee Marvin.

I see now that the episode was season four's episode five ("The Jose Morales Story") from October 26, 1960, and also featured Lon Chaney Jr. Unbeknownst to me, it additionally featured a child star named Charles Herbert, whom I am unfamiliar with. He was something like 10 months older than I, but he died on Hallowe'en in 2015. I'm still here, and considerably older now than he got to be.

I began noticing in the latter morning that I seemed to suddenly be evidencing symptoms of a cold or something similar. These symptoms intensified over the day, my Sabbath fast.

After sunset today I availed myself of three drops of an ivermectin solution, so it's going to be interesting if I will be able to best this condition.

Anyway, after watching T.V. earlier today, my brother went back to his bedroom for some further rest. I delayed doing similarly, and was still seated here at my bedside computer when my wife rose.

After she showered, she came to me and said that she was going to deposit $1,500 into our joint account. I told her that she could just do it tomorrow, but she self-deprecatingly countered that if she was left with the money, I'd be lucky to get $800 tomorrow.

This is money she owes me, but I was not seriously expecting she would be paying back this degree of a sum.

After she had gone out, she phoned to say that the deed was done, but she did ask me to e-Transfer $200 back to her so that she could pay her car insurance. I sent her $250.

I waited until she was back home with some groceries, and then I went downstairs to let her know that I was going to have my nap ─ I am unsure if it was any later than 1:30 p.m. She in turn said that she was going to make a supper and then leave for work ─ which she usually does around 3:10 p.m. on her partial days of work.

I never roused from my nap until 3:44 p.m. ─ she was long gone. I found that a little sad.

Tomorrow is my grocery shopping morning walk, so the plan is to rise at 4 a.m. and adjust into getting away by 6 a.m. I'm really looking forward to that first big mug of instant coffee with all the works!

It is presently approaching 10 p.m., so I am going to deem this post sufficiently padded, and free myself up to slowly wind down towards my bedtime ─ maybe 11 p.m., but possibly earlier.

By the way, I have been hearing a little rain a few times this evening.

If this post seemed rather disjointed, it's because I have been working on it ─ off and on ─ since my afternoon nap. This does muddle the proper sequence or flow of things.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ A Better Tomorrow

The plummet was early this afternoon. And just prior to my early afternoon nap while my wife was home, no less. She didn't have to leave for work until shortly after 3 p.m. following two full days off at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I have no time to blog, for I have just finished a bath, and right now it is 10:26 p.m.

I have a five-mile+ walk planned for the wee a.m., so I will be setting my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. due to how late it is now. In the late afternoon I dared to watch a Christmas movie, and put away two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one can of Cariboo Genuine draft (5.5% alcohol), followed with 1½ stiff shots of Captain Morgan dark rum.

I had already rushed down my supper, for I am now into my Sabbath fast.

I would love to down another can of brew, but I absolutely must get to bed.

I am unworthy of life ─ I should have died half my life ago.

Homo Sapiens

X (formerly Twitter): Clown World & SaveYourSons

I have clearly lost some strength in the past few weeks ─ this was evidenced on my five-mile+ walk in the wee a.m.

After rising at 1:30 a.m., it may have been as early as 2:04 a.m. once I was on my way. The house was in darkness. The sky clear but for the West where there was quite a covering spread of light cloud.

Incidentally, there was a new light outside; it was well above and just to the far side of the front door. It wasn't at all bright, and seemed angled to face askance the door and maybe off into the open-sided double car port. When I got a better look at it today, I asked my wife if my suspicion was correct ─ was it a camera?

She affirmed. Apparently one of her sons installed it after discovering that the licence plate(s) had been removed from one or both of their motorcycles (both boys have one).

But back to my walk, I felt well enough, and stopped about three blocks away at the elementary school playground for my usual exercise session.

Just before leaving home, and when I was fully dressed but without my jacket, my two attempts standing on the analog bathroom scale yielded first about 186 pounds, and then 188 pounds.

The equipment at the playground was set with dew, so I had to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry with my bandana. I had taken off my jacket, and had the following totals in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that were sloppily and desperately achieved: 8-2-3-3-2-2.

The first two sets were pull-ups, the middle two sets chin-ups, and the final two sets were gruelling pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings.

I had been managing to hold the final pull-up on the rings for as long as a 40-count; but this time I was so void of any remaining endurance or strength that I couldn't even attempt to hold the final pull-up.

So I did one further set of just one pull-up and attempted to hold it, but I forget now if I made it to a count of 20 ─ I may have folded at 15.

Then over at the cement ramp, I barely managed to finish a dozen full-range decline push-ups, whereas I had of late been doing 14.

It felt good to have gotten in the workout of sorts, but it was also disappointing and maybe even discouraging.

Between that stop and three relatively short delays along my ensuing walk, it seems to me that it took me something like seven minutes over two hours by the time I was home again.

One of my short delaying stops was voluntary ─ it was at a patch of a government garden. Among the plants there had been two colours of what I believe were magnificent camas lilies that I have been keeping my attention on because I fully intended to harvest some seeds once the blooms were all over with.

Well, the bastards who tend the garden removed them all ─ there was no visible trace that they even existed amongst the other different smaller plants ─ shrubbery and such ─ that are still there. Honestly, it was infuriating.

Anyway, I got back home to find that my youngest stepson was then up, and seated at his computer in the boys' den area. I expect that he was aware of me, for I boiled up some water for an instant coffee ─ something I do not normally indulge in following my walks.

I want to mention that even this late into the year, whenever we have a sufficiently sunny day, our thick patch of purple Michaelmas daisies in the front yard are still being visited with some hardy bumblebees ─ I can't tell if any honey bees are still active.

Our asters may be the only flowers still blooming in the neighbourhood, so the patch is pretty popular to bees. There is not much else around within their range.

I probably got back to bed ahead of 6 a.m., and remained there until shortly before 8:30 a.m. My younger brother emerged from his bedroom soon after, and thus got control of the T.V.

I didn't join him until after 9 a.m., which is usual in such instances.

When he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 19-minute (18:56) video published yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Freeland gives bread, milk and a banana to Manitoba children during photo op.

I aborted the next video I tried ─ it involved far too many screen shots of articles without the bother of any narration of what they said. My brother's vision is too poor for this sort of thing, and I have no desire to be narrating throughout a video to him.

So I tried a 52-minute (52:18) video published October 18 to Rumble's Unscrew the News channel: Hard To Be Gay, All Over Again. Denver Co. Business Discriminates.

We might not agree on all things, but it was evident right away that we would be able to discuss these subjects and still be able to be civil. God, I miss those days of being able to have adult conversations and have differing opinions with someone and not have to watch your back for a knife!
This story comes to us from the mile high city of Denver Colorado. Rich and Chris were at a rally for Gays Against Groomers and wanted to wind down with friends at a local "gay bar" that has always been a great place with zero bias, or so it seemed.
What is this place that we have waken up to?
How is it that people are so divided that we can't allow people to have different opinions than ourselves?
If there is one thing that is clear from talking to these two men, is that, patriots like this, realize and are willing to stand for what is right, despite the petty BS that comes at people when you stand for your beliefs. Doing what is right is not easy, but it sure beats living on your knees.
I feel proud to stand shoulder to shoulder with these men, as well battle to save women's spaces, sports and a way of life that is free of the preztel-twisting political correctness of gender cultivism over shadowing our children's world.

The interview proved better than I feared it might be, and now I have a far better understanding of why the Gay community tends to distance itself from transsexuals and the other weird components of the alphabetized LGBTQ etc., categorization.

Once the video was done, I then tuned in the downloaded 1½-hour (1:32:20) documentary that we had abandoned yesterday with less than a half hour to go ─ I had previously downloaded it onto a thumb or flash drive.

It was more like a movie, which is how I received it, for I am not an Evolutionist. I chose to watch it as if it was a work of fiction, for it was.

The feature was uploaded on October 21 of last year to YouTube's FD Ancient History channel: Homo Sapiens - How Man Became the Ruler of the Earth | FD Ancient History.

'Homo Sapiens' relates the extraordinary development of our species during the last one hundred and fifty thousand years before our time. Little by little Homo Sapiens replaces all the other hominids like Home Erectus or the Neanderthal. He tames animals, explores the earth and moves to every territory of the planet. The human brain develops and this Homo Sapiens becomes a terrific thinker; he establishes and delimits his space and invents property, the family, territorial defense, conjugal life, work and agriculture.

This film is the history of a dazzling ascension. Our history.

It was NOT my history. But as a scientific fantasy, it was remarkably good!

Apparently it was released in 2005, and was French, as this IMDb description partly indicates. I wanted to see a complete cast list, but I only ever see four or five people listed at most, yet there were numerous primitive characters ─ maybe the same actors had multiple roles with different makeup?

Wikipedia has an article on one of the producer brothers: Frédéric Fougea.

We then watched a much shorter documentary that is not worth the bother of citing. And then we got about halfway through a 1½-hour movie ─ but I will wait until we finish watching it before identifying it.

Today has been a second consecutive day in which my wife has not gone to work, so the household is eating better than usual ─ or at least I am.

It is approaching 7:30 p.m. I had been considering a shopping hike this evening, but I have lost the motivation to be braving any busy stores, so I am just going to have a five-mile+ walk. This will free me up to watch at least a couple of the shows that my brother and I follow in common.

I'll also be drinking some beer, of course.

If all goes well on my outing, I will probably be blogging again tomorrow.

Class Action

Last evening I was home from my four-mile round trip liquor store hike well before my younger brother got here, so I had full possession of the T.V.

We were to only watch two of our shows (via our Android TV Box) because the episode for each was over 1⅓ hours long.

First up was Vera ─ episode five ("The Rising Tide") of season or series 12.

As usual, it was deeply involving. But despite of the numerous scenes of gorgeously decorated Christmas trees, there was not much sense of the sentiment that time of year generally brings to a viewer.

And dang! I knew one of the guest actresses was familiar, yet I just could not place her! It was Clare Holman ─ I was familiar with her as the regular pathologist and eventual love interest for the title character in the T.V. series Lewis!

There was another actress whose name was vaguely familiar but whom I never recognized in the show ─ Kate Isitt. I had no idea why the name was familiar if the actress herself was not, but I see why now. In Vera she portrayed the alcoholic ex-wife of the main murder victim, and who then was to become the second victim of the murderer. But I see now that I know of her as one of my favourite characters on the old sitcom Coupling where I find her to be rather hot! In Coupling, she is the inexplicably physically-insecure beautician.

Kate is 20 years older in Vera ─ which puts her into her early 60s. So no wonder I never recognized her!

Anyway, the second series I tuned in was Bergerac ─ but damn it, the episode we watched was misfiled, I now see! We were to have watched the very second episode, but the one that came up when I unwittingly clicked the source link was the fourth episode ("Ice Maiden") of season or series three.

Bloody Hell! Now I'll have to try and keep track so that when the time comes well into the future that I do not re-tune that episode in!

My brother retired for the night following Bergerac. Over the two episodes, I managed to put away two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), one can of Cariboo Genuine draft (5.5% alcohol), and one can of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).

My wife had come home during Vera, and there was some fuss outside with her and the two boys. I was to learn only this afternoon that it had been discovered that somebody had stripped the licence plates off one of the boys' motorcycles.

My wife had today off work, and was clearly very ill, saying she has had a sore throat since Sunday. So I gave her my ivermectin solution with its instructions to take three drops twice daily for the next week, but I haven't a clue if she will. She keeps forgetting. Maybe she enjoys being sick?

For Pete's sake, it isn't even necessary to take it with water ─ just three drops on the tongue and that's all there is to it until the next time!

But getting back to T.V., this morning my brother was already watching it when I rose at 9 a.m. (I had sat up last night until nigh 3 a.m.)

After I joined him and got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 10-minute (10:52) video published earlier today at Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: RCMP Unlawfully Arrest and Traumatize Mother of 3 for Freedom of Speech.

Jenny Yamagata recounts being arrested for demonstrating to save BC health care and protesting Bill 36 (outside the office of Janet Routledge, MLA (Member of the provincial Legislative Assembly) Burnaby BC.

Poor Jenny ─ this is an atrocity, and borders on police brutality as far as I am concerned. The damned thugs!

Then it was a 16-minute (16:37) video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Yet Another BC Election Result in Limbo.

The non result and wait and see mode of last night election in BC was eerily similar to what happened in 2017. Do we need to overhaul BC Elections?

That was followed by a 35-minute (35:28) video published October 17 at Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Gloriane Blais.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) discusses "safe and effective" vaccines with whistleblower lawyer Gloriane Blais. In the face of disbarment for raising the issue of government overreach and alleged lies and fraud, this courageous Canadian fights back with a class action suit against authoritative personalities, including our own prime minister, for abuse of power. Strap in for some hard maneuvering as individuals, not agencies, are called to account.

I felt bad for Gloriane ─ she struggled so hard to make herself understood in English with her very heavy French accent!

Whomever was behind publishing the video could have bothered to include these two important links for her:

• Follow Gloraine on X (Twitter): https://x.com/blais_gloriane
• Give Send Go: https://www.givesendgo.com/gloriane

The final video I played was one that was far longer than I realized, even though it was one I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive. My brother packed it in before it ended because he wanted some bed rest, so I had to shut it down; I will report on it when we finish watching it, probably tomorrow.

With my wife home, I have been more limited than usual. I will emphatically credit her, though, with having prepared a fabulous supper!

Early in the evening I chose to avail myself of the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to tune in FBI ─ episode four ("Creating a Monster") of season six. I ate my small supper while watching it, and then had a can of Cariboo Malt. Meantime late into the episode, my wife came to the dining table to have her own supper and she watched what remained of the show.

I was quite struck by the beauty of a new relatively short-haired blonde agent played by actress Charlotte Sullivan who seemed like she might be familiar to me, but nothing in her credits stands out as to why.

I felt encouraged to play a second episode (#5's "Sacrifice"), and I cracked open a can of Cariboo Genuine draft, but my wife no longer seemed interested ─ perhaps concerned that my brother would be returning home at any point. She returned to her bedroom where she had been earlier, watching videos on her smartphone or tablet.

Feeling myself committed to the episode, I stuck with it and even had a stiff shot of what was likely Bacardi black rum after the can of beer was finished.

My intention is to rise overnight at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, and I hope to have a gratifying short exercise session at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here, for I have been too inactive insofar as applied exercising is concerned.

My wife and I have been home alone since sometime after mid-afternoon, but there has been no conversation. She once asked me if I had any unused face masks so that she could feel more comfortable preparing supper without risking the rest of us with whatever is ailing her.

I don't feel like blogging any further. It is 9:08 p.m., and I intend to be abed by 9:30 p.m.

Flat Chested

Despite my optimism in yesterday's post that I was going to have a dry walk in the wee a.m., I rose at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for the five-mile+ venture and soon became aware that it had been raining ─ it was dripping wet out there from the aftermath.

My wife's bedroom door was pulled tight, so she had come home at some point and gone to bed. Only my youngest stepson still seemed to be up.

I am confident that I got on my way unnoticed, and it was 2:17 a.m. as I made my way down our driveway. Everything was indeed dripping wet, and the air very moist.

It was only at the last instant that I made the snap decision to stop in at the elementary school playground about three blocks away for some exercise ─ I had practically convinced myself that it might be best to stop there on my return. However, I wanted the session out of my way, and knew that I would be stiffened following my walk and perform poorly for it.

I of course took the time to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar to exercise with, and then proceeded to achieve these pull-ups and chin-ups totals: 5-2-2-3-3-2-2.

The first three sets were pull-ups, the two sets of "3s" were chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of gymnastic-style rings.

I had not performed these exercises since the wee a.m. of the previous Thursday, and it was telling.

I shucked my jacket, but I still had a heavy fleece pullover on top of my tee-shirt. Much later after I was home again, I weighed myself still dressed as I was for the exercising, and was a minimum of 188 pounds, with 189 pounds a possibility.

Normally I hold the final pull-up on the rings for a long count, but I was so depleted that I had no heart to endure beyond a 15-count. And then when I walked over to the nearby cement ramp for a set of decline full-range push-ups, I folded at a dozen. I just didn't have it.

I wonder if the can each of malt (8% alcohol) and cider (7% alcohol) that I drank early the previous evening had any responsibility for my limitations of endurance?

My walking was poor. The worn old boots I was wearing had heels that were designed as if they had been ground away at the rear and thus had a slope, as opposed to some boots that actually have the rear of the heels extended somewhat backwards.

I prefer the solid support that comes of the latter style of heel ─ the darned sloping heel is negatively beneficial, for it's as if the heel has already been worn away. The slope results in excessive jarring to my knees. As well, it robs me of the ability to drive forward in stepping. 

When I was approximately a mile from having returned home, I realized that the rain had resumed. Earlier I was only aware of the sounds of rain dripping from trees.

Had I not exercised already, it would have been impossible to have dried off a metal bar to exercise with, so I applauded myself for that rather fateful decision. But exercising at outset also provides a stimulus of a sense of satisfaction or fulfillment, as well as making me feel somewhat vibrant physically and even more confident.

Anyway, it was 4:20 a.m. once I was back home, so the walk had taken three minutes over two hours ─ not at all bad when the playground exercising is taken account of, along with the minute or more required to wipe a metal bar dry.

My idiot youngest stepson still hadn't gone to bed, but must have chosen to just when his older brother rose to ready for his 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel.

I think that I got back to bed just ahead of 6 a.m., and never checked the time again until just past 9 a.m. when I rose for the morning, wrongly believing that my younger brother was watching T.V. downstairs.

I had possession of the T.V. before he emerged from his bedroom around 9:15 a.m. Despite how much he dislikes Christopher James Pritchard's useless and endless rantings about miraculously bringing justice to Canada and the world by gaining control of even a single courtroom, I had by then tuned in a long video published October 18 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Overwhelmed Slaughter Exposed by Israel / Massive Truths Shown & Solution.

Maybe Christopher has some mental issue ─ he truly is incapable of going more than a couple of minutes without droning on again about this courthouse fixation he has that is never going to happen. Whatever the case, I probably fast forwarded as much as a full half hour of the video to be spared this boring blather, along with his talk of various promotions he is involved in.

Still, the man has courage to be speaking out as he does ─ and especially drawing attention to himself by sending documentation of his rebellion to the Minister of Health (of) Canada and whomever is the head of the R.C.M.P. It will be interesting to see if they come back at him.

After we had gotten through the video, I tuned in one I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive. It was 45 minutes (44:50) long, and had been published July 11, 2019, at BitChute's Adaneth channel: Hannibal | The Man, the Myth, the Mystery.

A 2011 BBC History Documentary written and produced by Nigel Peterson, narrated by Alisdair Simpson.

As a near-mythical figure known as one of the greatest commanders of the ancient world, what do we know about the real Hannibal? His name resonates throughout history - a mythical figure, one of the greatest commanders of the ancient world. But what of the man behind the legend? A man who handed Rome the key to the future by allowing them to learn his tactics and use them against him; and who was ultimately betrayed by his own people, spending his final years on the run from the Romans. Profile of the Carthaginian general, featuring contributions from historians and archaeologists on his campaign against Rome.

This was an extremely interesting and even exciting documentary!

I want to mention another video that we watched yesterday which I had also downloaded ─ the 2013 short movie Flat Chested. I had downloaded it because I adore Alicia Witt. She may not be exactly well endowed, but her physique absolutely overpowers me ─ I am so darned vulnerable to the woman.

I don't remember my download source for the nearly 24-minute movie, but it is presently available at this link at Vimeo.

It is already essentially dark at 6:32 p.m. as I type these words. I want to make the four-mile hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt ─ the walk will free me up to sit up late to watch at least a couple of the shows my brother and I have in common. And the toting of a dozen cans of beer in each had ─ or 10 pounds per hand ─ will be a decent overall bit of exercise over the two miles it will take to get it here.

Since I prefer to not have to rush to get to the liquor store, I want to ready now and be on my way by 7 p.m. or soon after.

If I have nothing more to add to this ... aww, heck, I'll just end the post here. Anything might happen that could delay its publication forever.

Concerning my wife, she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and emerged from her bedroom this morning around 9:45 a.m. to hurriedly shower and otherwise ready; and by about 10:10 a.m. left here on her fairly long drive.

She has of late had Wednesdays off work, so I expect that will be the case for tomorrow.  

Strangler's Web

My walk last evening was dry, but I had the misfortune of coinciding with Charles "Stickman" McCarthy.

As you look at this Bing Map, he must have just come from the right (i.e., East) along 96th Avenue and then turned to travel 'up' (NorthWest) along the topside of Fraser Highway. My ill luck was that I was proceeding 'down' (SouthEast) along the same topside of Fraser Highway towards 96th Avenue, so he appeared too soon for me to evade him.

Initially I wasn't even sure it was him, for even when I realized the figure had a pole he was walking with, he seemed too slight to be Charles. And there seemed something off-kilter with his left leg or foot as he came my way.

I hoped that my cap would keep me unfamiliar to him as we were about to coincide, but the traffic was coming in my direction and my face illuminated. I saw that his eyes were directed at my face, and his own face suddenly betrayed his recognition of me.

Fortunately I had something of a rush in my favour to get to Save-On-Foods just past 152nd Street, for it closes at 10 p.m., and it was then something like 8:55 p.m. and I was not yet midway between 140th and 144th Streets.

I do feel very sorry for homeless Charles, for I know that he is undoubtedly lonely; but he is generally a time-waster, for he can be too bizarre to have conversations with.

He had a couple of fingers wrapped up with what might have been some gauze bound with duct tape, and he ventured that one of them was broken and the other probably just sprained ─ although he had not had any medical attention. I wondered to him if he had fallen, or possibly been in a brawl?

He sort of chuckled, and then attempted to explain that he had 'something' (I was unable to understand what) in one of his pockets; and then when he attempted to retrieve it, whatever it was reacted somehow ... or 'went off'. This freaked him out due to being caught completely off his guard, and the mysterious result was the injury to his fingers.

Charles is aberrantly intelligent, but seldom have I ever encountered anyone so inept at explaining anything to make it comprehensible.

I had been fortunate in not having crossed paths with him for some weeks, and wondered if even it was possible he had 'moved away', for he had claimed in our previous discourse that a judge was mandating that he needed to relocate somewhere down near Scott Road SkyTrain Station ─ possibly there is some sort of shelter or aid facility in the area.

When I mentioned this, he seemed to be proclaiming that no such predicament had ever befallen him, and he seemed to have no idea what I was speaking of. Then he told me that he had recently had to spend 10 days in jail in Newton, but he was too vague on just why. He then wondered to me if it was possible that they could jail him for life because the cops had identified that he was incapable of taking sufficient care of himself on the streets.

There is a shelter colloquially known as "Foxglove" not too very far from where we were talking (see this Bing Map showing Foxglove's location) that houses the homeless and people requiring substance abuse rehabilitation, but it reportedly has an extremely lengthy wait time for applicants ─ I've heard that it might be a year or more.

However, Charles has been living in this area for possibly five years, so it's not as if he has aught better to be doing than wait for a vacancy. I pointed this out ... and then he launched into an excuse that people have been dying there. Supposedly, they have been getting asphyxiated somehow, and he speculated that the macabre electronic means are about whereby these devices can be activated and somehow stifle the functioning of the lungs ─ had I not ever sensed some pending similar state while out on my walks? I believe that he was implying that these devices are installed publicly in areas along utility poles and such.

Meantime as we talked, I kept impressing upon him the urgency of my errand and the haste I was in. He acknowledged this, but kept desperately coming up with a new topic. He even suggested that he would accompany me, and then set off walking with the pathetically crippled-like pace of some old man scuffling along with very short, rapid steps.

This was not acceptable, for I fully intended to soon be jogging for nearly a half mile to make time, and this was unquestionably beyond Charles' ability, even though he might only be in his 40s at most (I am 75).

I can't recall all of the nonsense he tried to interest me in, but he did propose a fanciful option to having an extension to the SkyTrain being constructed from where it currently ends at King George Station ─ instead of desecrating the environment with the new elevated track's construction, all that was needed (he claimed) was a series of specialized trampoline-like structures in which people could essentially bounce from one to the next and so on, but without needing to apply their own effort.

As I said, Charles gets so damned weird that he can hardly be understood due to the senselessness of his concepts; thus I have the highest reluctance of becoming involved with him when I am out walking. I am not out there to waste my time ─ I am performing walks that I want to get completed in as short a time as I can.

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Time evaporated on me today, so I must bring this post to a fast close.

Suffice here to say that last evening after I was back home and able to use our Android TV Box to tune in a couple of shows for my younger brother and I to watch on T.V., I had to settles for OK.ru for my sources.

First was an Edgar Wallace Mysteries movies from August 1965: Strangler's Web.

It was rather unusual, I must say. I believe that this was the source link.

I had no idea until now that one of the actresses in the short movie was rather famous in the art world ─ she died young, her husband not many years later, and their daughter also was to die as a young adult. The actress was Pauline Boty. I wish that I had known this before watching the movie.

We also watched The Avengers ─ season two's episode 19 ("The Golden Eggs"). I love these quaint old shows with their abominably hoaky fight scenes.

I believe that this was my source for the episode.

I have to stop here. I had a latter afternoon emotional meltdown today, feeling my loneliness and impotence far more than I usually do. This was in fact a bath day, and while I was having it just ahead of 6 p.m., I broke down and shed some tears for a long while.

Early in the evening I resorted to an episode of Superman & Lois ─ episode five ("The Best of Smallville") of season one. The show was my justification for having a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) to numb my sensitivities to some degree. I barely held back from adding a shot of rum to the mix.

Incidentally, my sources were initially this link at M4uHD.net until the video crapped out, even though the audio continued. With less than half the show to go, I finished watching it at this Supernova.to link.

Enough! It is 9:49 p.m., and I must get to bed because I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk ─ and it will be dry out there, finally!