Bad Edit

Yesterday morning my brother and I watched two further videos that I had no time to mention in yesterday's post. The first was 22 minutes (22:58) long, and had been published on October 2 at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Former Global Director explains why a CTV Bad Edit of Pierre just doesn't happen.

CTV caught splicing together a clip of Pierre Poilievre saying a sentence he didn't say. I explain how editing works in a newsroom and how and why, this type of error by CTV, just doesn't happen. Too many producers, too many eyes before a report goes to air especially on a National Show. Omar Sachedina, Vassy Kapelos, Global News, CTV, CBC.

The second video had already been mostly watched Thursday morning, so we merely finished it off yesterday. At 59 minutes (59:07), it had been published on July 10, 2019, at BitChute's Adaneth channel, and was the third installment in a three-part series: Chivalry and Betrayal: The Hundred Years War | Agents of God (Episode 3).

Episode 3: Henry V has claimed the French crown for his heirs, but to secure it the English must conquer all of France. Potent French resistance comes in the most unlikely form of an illiterate, young peasant girl - Joan of Arc.

We had already watched the previous two episodes in the fairly recent past.

It poured rain early yesterday morning, and I expected rain all the day through. But already in the late morning there were stretches of blue sky, and the afternoon was fairly sunny.

My wife did not have to work until the latter afternoon yesterday ─ which was fortunate in view of the fact that she likely did not get home until after 3 a.m.

I was rather foolish early yesterday evening because I opted to watch a Christmas movie on T.V. downstairs, eating some supper early in the feature, and then drinking two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a stiff shot of brandy.

I was to have begun my Sabbath fast by nightfall, but my drinks carried me well into the dark, unfortunately.

The movie was okay, but it didn't affect me emotionally until towards its finish. Released in 2017, it was given two titles: A Taste of Christmas, and The Christmas Calendar. The lead actress was Laura Bell Bundy, who is quite a dish ─ she clearly looks after herself.

I see now that her character's romantic interest was played by Brendon Zub ─ his name and face were unfamiliar, but I've apparently seen him in the Batwoman T.V. series.

I also see now that he is not French ─ his character in the movie was supposed to be, and with a very strong French accent that I felt was too overdone. I now see that it was of course affected.

I thought that Laura Bell Bundy's bakery assistant as played by Paloma Kwiatkowski was both cute and in very good acting form. And the town florist as played by Frazey Ford was unexpectedly attractive to me despite her very 'full figure' ─ she was both good-looking and had quite a sexy voice.

As I said, the movie did not affect me emotionally until near the end when Laura Bell Bundy's character was giving a thank you speech to some of the townsfolk in her bakery just as she was about to open the final 'door' of the mystery Advent-style calendar on Christmas Eve. From there, the sentiment worked and carried on.

The movie itself was interesting enough, but I want my Christmas movies to powerfully move me long before the conclusion, so I suppose I would have to give this one a fail for not achieving that goal.

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I suppose that it was nearly 10 p.m. before I got to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

My wife had not yet come home.

When I was all dressed to go, my weight without a jacket was 184 or 185 pounds; with my jacket on, I was 187 or 188 pounds. 

My youngest stepson was still up, but at his computer in the boys' den area, and wearing headphones while occasionally talking to someone ─ he would be oblivious to me. But just as I was about to go downstairs, I heard someone unlock the front door and come into the house ─ it was my eldest stepson with his uncanny ability to confound me time and again.

So I waited until he had gone into the boys' den area and was joking with his brother, and I was thus probably able to slink away unnoticed. It was 2:16 a.m. once I was outside the re-locked front door and on my way beneath a fairly lightly overcast sky. The night air was chilly and moist.

Despite the alcohol I had drunk during the Christmas movie the previous evening, I felt myself to have pretty much normalized. So I stopped in at the elementary school playground about three blocks from here, determined to exercise.

It was necessary to wipe a couple of jungle gym monkey bars dry ─ the second one was required because vandals had rendered the gymnastics-style rings unavailable by wrapping their chains around the inaccessibly high support bar.

I rather surprised myself. Certainly, it required considerable heaving and squirming and leg fluttering, but my totals in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were 8-3-3-3-2-2. As usual, the first two sets were regular pull-ups, the middle two sets were chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between two of the bars ─ I held the very last of those at peak elevation for a 40-count.

Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp for a strenuous 14 full-range decline push-ups, with the usual exclaimed expletive at completion.

I recall nothing notable about the walk, and believed myself to be doing a fairly good pace ─ this was borne out upon arriving home; just outside the locked front door, it was 4:17 a.m. The venture had taken me a mere minute over two hours.

My stepsons had both gone to bed ─ as had my wife who had come home during my absence.

I was to become involved in this blog post, composing the early portion dealing with yesterday, so I never got back to bed until well past 6 a.m. ─ maybe even 6:30 a.m.

I think that it was pretty much 9 a.m. when I rose, believing that I could hear the T.V. playing. However, I was to find myself wrong ─ my younger brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

Thinking that I would boil water for a black and unsweetened instant coffee to have while I spent time here at my bedside computer, I was in the kitchen doing that when this time I DID hear the T.V. ─ my brother had sneaked downstairs and taken possession of the T.V.

And so I had to await his voluntary relinquishment of it at 9:30 a.m. before I could activate our Android TV Box.

He normally spends some while going through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, so I did not expect that he would be watching T.V. first ─ that was why I did not have the T.V. on before I began boiling my coffee water.

I was to learn that he simply did not feel like reading the newspaper straight off.

Anyway, once I began operating our Android TV Box, I first tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's latest video ─ 36 minutes (36:47) long ─ published Thursday: Mainstream Starting To Catch Up & Talk AboutTo The Dangers Of Nanotech While History Channel Is Pushing Nano & Transhumanism On Us As Inevitable and Fabulous.

I show many interesting clips! You don't want to miss this one.

I actually tuned it in at this link at her Rumble channel.

A second video I tuned in was maybe 20 minutes long, but it was so much nonsense that I refuse to identify it.

We finished up with a nigh half hour (28:58) video uploaded July 19, 2019, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Off Grid Life | Grass becomes meat.

Episode forty-two, in which we're gathering hay for the winter

This one took us to maybe 11:30 a.m., and it was then that my brother opted to finally read the newspaper.

For the first time in so many months that I cannot even claim that it occurred even this year, I opted to have an early bath, so that chore is now behind me.

Concerning my wife, she never rose until a little after 10 a.m. ─ she usually leaves for work at the Thai restaurant on her full days at this time. I think that she had a fast shower, and then came hustling downstairs, explaining that she had set her alarm for the wrong time. I had already boiled water for her, so she was able to fix herself a hot beverage to take with her on her rather long drive.

My brother and I both wished her well.

It is presently 1:42 p.m., so I am going to have my early afternoon nap now. That hot, long bath has me declining, as does my Sabbath fast ─ I am feeling sleepy and weak.

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And now it is phase three of this blog post.

The nap helped; and then I decided to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box. I chose to tune in a 1⅓-hour (1:18:34) video published yesterday at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: HEALTH CANADA MINISTER CONFIRMS COVID 19 DOES NOT EXIST/ IT WAS A GLOBAL LIE!!!

Christopher James LIVE STREAM OCT 3RD 2024

I'm not going to reproduce Christopher's mostly 'all caps' ravings that do not in the least describe the specific video. I get so weary of his proclamations of helming any single court in the land with hundreds or even thousands of Canadians behind him, somehow bringing justice to not just the country, but inspiring similar movements around the world.

Even if he did get control somehow of some courthouse, what then? He's got to have people to put on trial, and that's entirely something else.

It is so darned tiresome hearing this nonsense over and over.

And no ─ Health Canada never confirmed a thing. He is still firing away that when he gets no response to his third notices demanding something, then somehow that equates to getting the confirmation he was after.

He's been holed up at home behind his keyboard and computer screen for too long.

I also wish he would quit saying that "everything in the kitchen sink" is going to be thrown at someone or some collective. That is a misuse of the actual phrase, but he hangs on to his misuse time and time again.

He often uses mispronounced words over and over again, such as kennel dogs being something like "emanciated" instead of "emaciated". He doesn't just do it once ─ it is the only way he pronounces the word, even when reading it.

There are lots of similar spoonerisms and outright misuses of phrases or terms. For someone who goes on so much about the importance of using the right language with the authorities or government and so forth, he is amazingly liberal in misusing the language in general speech.

Sometimes I feel like just stopping watching his videos ─ they are going nowhere.

I watched something more enjoyable in the early evening after it had gotten dark ─ actually, it was dark before I had even realized it, freeing me up to eat.

But I weighed myself first while totally naked: about 176 pounds.

So I gathered up my meal and then ate that; and then using my bedside computer, I tuned in Magnum P.I. ─ episode 19 ("Ashes to Ashes") of final season five.

I have just one more episode in the series remaining, and then I will have to find other sources for my Perdita Weeks fix ─ what a total babe!

The episode was excellent, by the way ─ and quite touching at least once. I managed to hold myself to one can of Cariboo Malt.

If interested, I watched the episode at this Supernova.to link.

The plan is to rise at 4 a.m. overnight, and then around 6 a.m. I intend to be heading off on a grocery shopping hike that ought to manage to exceed five miles as a round trip. Consequently I will not be sitting up too very late this evening ─ I am still feeling a little short on sleep. Maybe an 11 p.m. bedtime will work for me.

Right now it is 9:54 p.m., so I am finally going to quit this post and publish it.