Done In

In yesterday's post I wrote that the 2017 Christmas movie Snowmance's Ashley Newbrough did not qualify as a glamour girl, but I have since come across some magnificent photos of her, including many in this IMDb gallery that should be displaying the first of 86.

I hereby eat my words. She turned 37 years old this past October 17, so she would only have been around 29 or 30 when Snowmance was filmed.

She's darned hot! I believe that these two photos are from January this year, and taken in Barbados when she was obviously 36 years old:

If interested, the movie can presently be watched at this M4uHD.net link.

Despite not getting to bed last evening until maybe 10:30 p.m., I was to find myself awake well ahead of my 1:30 a.m. alarm, so I finally chose to rise somewhere around 15 minutes earlier than scheduled to begin readying for my five-mile+ walk.

My wife was still up, although she was unaware that I had risen until I surprised her downstairs in the kitchen area as I was about to leave. She assured herself of my safety insofar as carrying any protection was concerned.

It may have been as much as 2:09 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under an overcast sky ─ it had evidently rained some while earlier, but it had likely only been a light shower.

I was giving my left foot's plantar fasciitis (or else badly bruised heel) considerable regard, holding back my pace.

Three or so blocks from home I made my usual stop at an elementary school playground for some exercise ─ primarily six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The gymnastics-style rings had been rendered unusable by vandals wrapping the chains inaccessibly high around their support bar, so I wiped two jungle gym monkey bars dry enough to use barehanded.

I have no idea on my overall weight, which included a suede leather varsity-style or bomber-style jacket.

Beginning with two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chins-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars, my repetition totals were 5-3-3-3-2-2.

I held a hang for a 40-count after the final pull-up of that series.

Then it was over to the cement ramp for a dozen full-range decline push-ups.

My sore foot was manageable until maybe the final mile of my walk ─ it began growing more sensitive. The last ¾ of a mile found me starting to limp; and eventually I was practically hobbling.

It was 4:16 a.m. once I was back home, so I had been away seven minutes over two hours, which is a reasonably slow pace.

Where the pain was concerned, things were not looking good following dressing down from the outing; and I was back to bed soon after 6 a.m. hoping for a curative miracle.

There was to be no such miracle this day. The pain is bordering on serious, and I cannot walk without very pronounced limping. However, I have avoided any walking that would bring notice to my brother, wife, or two stepsons.

But as far as I can tell, any grocery shopping hikes tomorrow are not possible ─ I am going to have to accept that I am laid up, unless last night's hoped-for miracle cure takes place tonight.

Oddly, I am not feeling as discouraged about this state as I would have expected myself to be, but I think that the only reason this is likely so is because I am expecting to fast be capable of shorter walks of round trips of, say, two miles. But should I find that tomorrow the crippling pain is as bad as it is today, and that I truly am housebound, then my spirits are going to soon crash.

I absolutely must not be incapacitated. At my age of 75, regaining the ground that ─ in every fitness sense ─ would be lost in any extended curbing of the activity of walking, would probably take an unimaginably long period of time.

The damned crippling pain in conjunction with today's Sabbath fast has delivered me nothing but misery. My fast can be ended now as I type these words at 7:25 p.m., but the pain has not improved in the slightest.

This was also a bath day, so early into the evening I dealt with that lengthy chore. Nor was I inspired to strip naked for that bath and find that my weight was 178 or 179 pounds.

And I feel so weak and tired.

My younger brother rose this morning just after I had gone to bed soon past 6 a.m. When I later rose shortly ahead of 9 a.m., I found that he had already returned to his bedroom. I went downstairs to put our Android TV Box to work and watch something on T.V., but he emerged again from his bedroom ─ he is so stupidly anxious every day to get away and begin his daily social drinking that he is not able to nap, and this has much to do with why he passes out so much once he is home in the evenings.

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I took a break to have a fairly light supper.

I am phenomenally groggy ─ I cannot remember when last I felt this sleepy and spent.

I intend to rise at 4 a.m. as is usual for me on Sundays, but I must accept that it is very likely I will be walking nowhere.

I neglected to mention that this morning my brother and I did test a very long video interview ─ it well exceeded four hours. We were only trying it out to see if the video was worthwhile, but it amply proved itself. My brother asked that we save what remained ─ more than half of the video, to be sure.

So likely we will get back into it tomorrow morning.

That's it for me today. I'm toast. I'll sit up awhile longer, but bedtime beckons so strongly. It's just that I am unlikely to be able to remain comfortably in bed until 4 a.m. if I hit the hay too early into the evening. Right now it is 9:27 p.m.

Smitten by Bettany

My Sabbath fast's start this evening was delayed because of how early it gets dark now ─ we're lucky to make it much past 4:30 p.m. So even after dark had arrived, I was still labouring through an extremely bony dish of fractured bits of cheap chicken pieces that my wife had made into a sort of nearly juiceless soup yesterday.

At the time of eating, I had begun a Christmas movie from 2017 titled Magical Christmas Ornaments that I watched maybe 15 minutes of before concluding with enough confidence that I had previously watched it. I was enjoying it, yes, but I was after something new; and this movie had possibly been watched amongst several one past Christmas season when my brother had his girlfriend Bev staying with us for a couple of days.

So I next tuned in 2017's Snowromance. This one featured actress Ashley Newbrough in the lead role ─ I am unfamiliar with the now-37-year-old, and she took awhile for me to grow accustomed to, but that's only because she was not selected for the role because she is some 'glamour girl'; also, her character was something of an unrealistic romantic airhead, so that was a turnoff to some degree.

It wasn't quite the sort of romantic Christmas movie I best enjoy; and in fact I never developed tears until towards the conclusion. It just happened to be very interesting and thus kept me watching. And drinking first a glass of red wine, then a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum, and then a can each of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).

It ought not be required to say that I was well feeling the effects thereafter ─ nor even during the drinking! The temptation was even there to keep drinking and watching such fare because I am not in much of a 'good place' emotionally.

It has not helped that my wife imposed upon me for more money just before she left for her latter afternoon part-day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She claimed to have some urgent credit bill needing payment, and asked that I transfer an additional $250 to the $60 transfer that I made a day or two ago to her account.

As ever, the promise was made to repay me when next she received her twice-monthly pay.

Meantime, I am stressed over Christmas gifting as well as my own bills needing payment. I had also wanted to buy a new pair of hiking boots.

Last evening I made a two-mile round trip hike to buy some lottery gift packs as the forerunners of gifts for my household members, and possibly my brother's girlfriend should he bring her here again for the coming Christmas period. I blew $120 on these gift packs.

As I have been writing about in previous posts, what I have self-diagnosed as a case of plantar fasciitis in my left foot was much pronounced on that relatively short walk. It was difficult hiding a limp. And once home, the area of my foot was more than just sore ─ it burned with pain.

Yet I intend to have a five-mile+ walk overnight tonight that I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for.

I was home last evening before my younger brother, so I had control of the T.V., and I had our Android TV Box set to play. However, for the past couple of days, it has been bogglingly slow. After my besotted brother planted his flabby ass into his favourite chair to watch T.V. last evening, he quickly began fading in and out of consciousness. Yet he started bitching that I was taking too long, and ordered me to find something simple to tune in ─ this from a senile drunk who would not know what to do if he even figured out how to turn on a computer!

I grew so furious with his constant sniping as he passed in an out of consciousness that I finally blew up at him, roaring my fury. This shut him up.

My wife mentioned this afternoon that the outburst was not unnoticed by her, for she was newly home at the time. Likely one or both of her sons were here as well.

Whatever.

Hell, the first show I tuned in was The Last Kingdom ─ Episode 8 of season five. In no time at all, my drunkard companion was passed out and never revived until the closing scene just ahead of the episode's credits. At that point I bet he didn't even know what was playing.

At least he remained conscious for our next show, which was The Orville ─ episode eight ("Midnight Blue") of season three. I think that he's a bit sweet on the young character "Topa" and the actress portraying her. He has no clue who child actress Imani Pullum is ─ nor do I, but I can at least research her.

I must rush this post so I can get to bed.

I never made it to bed last night until at some point past 3 a.m., and had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple ─ as far as I can remember.

I have felt far worse come mornings.

When my brother and I got together after 9 a.m. for some T.V., I used our Android TV Box to lead us off with an excellent 1½-hour (1:33:41) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's TFM Report channel: Special Guest Michelle Worton.

#NeverAgain. With everything going on in the world we sometime forget that some people are stuck in 2021. We talk with Michelle Worton who with injured from the c-19 shot. Michelle tells her story, shares the devastating ordeal stemming from her injury and what she's doing to fight back.

For those of you who might be suffering from the same injuries, Michelle's Pfizer shot batch lot number is #FF5109

The only video thereafter we watched was the final better than an hour of one we had to suspend a day or two ago due to its length (1:41:35). Published July 13, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel, it was Ancient World | The Minoans (Episode 3).

Episode 3: In this fascinating feature-length documentary historian Bettany Hughes continues her history of the Ancient World with a visit to Crete to recount one of the greatest archaeological discoveries ever made. The story of the Minotaur and the Labyrinth is perhaps the most compelling of all Greek myths. Just over 100 years ago, English archaeologist Arthur Evans went to the 'Minotaur's Island' to explore the roots of this myth and discovered instead a sophisticated Bronze Age civilisation that had been lost to history for thousands of years. He called them The Minoans, and the riches of their culture astonished the world, prompting Evans to proclaim them the first civilisation of the Western World. But was this view unduly romantic? In the past decade, new archaeological discoveries have added fascinating layers of complexity to the picture originally painted by Evans.

I must say again that I am much smitten by the total beauty of historian Bettany Hughes those 20-or-so years ago!

I must quit blogging ─ it is already well past 10 p.m., and 1:30 a.m. comes early!

Disablement?

When I rose to my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm overnight, I did not feel too illy slept. But not only was my wife still up, so, too, was my younger brother.

However, he retired to his bedroom while I was seeking relief in the bathroom, and my wife was not up for too much longer either. The rest of the house was in darkness.

When I was fully clothed and set to leave, I weighed at just about 190 pounds; and it was 2:14 a.m. once I was out in the chilly night.

I made a check at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, but I found the equipment entirely iced over from bottom to top. I had no desire to attempt any exercise that would see my slim gloves wetted and then thereafter subjected to the frigid night air ─ this would prove especially problematic on those occasions in which I might be handling my all-metal Titan baton flashlight stun gun.

So I passed it up, and continued my walk, attempting not to aggravate my left foot's plantar fasciitis (if it's not somehow just a deeply bruised heel). Nevertheless, even a quarter of the way along, the discomfort was such that I did consider truncating the walk, yet I persevered.

On the return, I stopped again at the school playground for some token pull-ups and chin-ups ─ six sets in all, and a mere two repetitions in each set. I only endured a mere 10 full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp, by which time the pad of my right hand's smallest finger was stinging so badly from the cold of my now wet gloves that I wondered if frostbite was possible.

It was 4:17 a.m. once I was back home, so maybe I did walk a little faster than I ought to have.

My foot has been more sensitive today than yesterday, I think. Even so, I do hope to get out this evening and do a little shopping at Surrey Place (Central City) a mile away ─ even if I just buy some lottery gift packs to start accumulating what I'll be giving as Christmas presents to members of the household.

It was almost 6 a.m. by the time I returned to bed this morning ─ or night, since it was still entirely dark.

Perhaps it was the extended noise of some nearby house construction this morning that finally alerted me to the fact that it might be later than I was believing it to be, for my bandana blindfold is very effective at blocking out light. A check of the time confirmed my suspicion, for it was already after 9 a.m.

I hustled up and dressed. I did not want to waste morning time ─ for I planned video-watching with my brother once he surrendered the T.V. to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box.

The first video I tuned in was 52 minutes (52:38) and had been published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC Canada Gov Allowing Speakers Who Glorify Residents Who Martyr Themselves Against All Non-Muslims?

Sure looks like it. I show proof. He has not been deported and continues to promote to BC youth the glory of them martyring themselves against all non faithful muslims...which would includes killing athiests, Christians, Sikhs, Hindus, Jews, etc etc...

Episode Links:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRo4CJOLRwM&t=1s

https://www.rebelnews.com/_kill_them_one_by_one_bc_imam_under_investigation_after_spewing_hateful_rhetoric_again_jews_and_christians

https://nationalpost.com/opinion/notorious-hate-preacher-invited-to-speak-at-a-b-c-university

The second video we watched was 36 minutes (36:34) and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Trump Tariffs- The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

US Canada Mexico Tariff Talk with Wyatt Claypool from the National Telegraph

We also got quite far into a long documentary I had previously recorded, but there is still around an hour of it to go ─ we cancelled out so that my brother could have a little bed rest before leaving here around 12:45 p.m. to catch a bus. He was to hook up early with a drinking buddy at Green Timbers Pub, and so there is little likelihood that he'll be in good shape by the time he gets home again this evening.

I am unsure, but it is possible that I was to bed for my nap by or around 1 p.m., right after my wife had emerged from her bedroom. I was to remain abed until around 2:45 p.m., and could easily have gotten even more needed sleep, but I needed use of the bathroom. 

My wife had apparently been busy doing some cooking, but I correctly suspected that she would soon have to leave to begin work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Thus, I remained up to avoid being rude.

That did a load of good ─ she left without a word. We never exchanged as much as a syllable to one another today.

That was to change a little later. At 3:29 p.m. she phoned me to say that she had baked a huge sausage that was still in the oven, and wanted me to take it out and perhaps sample it. If it seemed off, she said to just trash it.

Well, I took it out of the oven, but didn't yet feel like eating anything.

She phoned a bit later at 3:58 p.m., this time to declare that she had reconsidered and decided that it was not worth the risk that anyone eat any ─ I was to toss it.

I endeavoured to ascertain the strength of her conviction, for the sausage had likely been unfrozen in the fridge for some while if she felt like this. But my attempt for further confirmation was only met mid-sentence with her declaration, "Oh my God!" And she hung up on me.

This is the sort of miserableness I am often subjected to.

I did discard the sausage, untested. She had purchased and cooked it, so it was not really any kind of loss to me. After all, maybe she was right and it was not safe to eat due to having been unthawed in the fridge for too long.

Aww, heck! I'm done with blogging for today.

I am going to rest my eyes for a while, lying in my bed in the dark. Otherwise I am not going to find what it takes to make that trip to the mall. But my foot has me doubtful as well. It has now become difficult to walk barefooted on the carpeting here in the house without revealing myself to have a limp that I cannot resist or hide from anyone's notice.

I cannot see how it can improve or recover without not using it, but I absolutely must walk. At the age of 75, I need this sort of regular activity. If I lay off, I will fast deteriorate and lose my ability and endurance.

Man, I hate my 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫' life.

Best of Men

I have concluded a self-diagnosis and now believe that my left foot is suffering plantar fasciitis, for I have done nothing to bruise the heel ─ walking and doing short spans of slow jogging on occasion in either very old or else rather cheap new hikers and boots would most likely result in plantar fasciitis.

I pretty much rotate seven pairs of such footwear and put in seven walks a week that almost always exceed five miles. Last evening I only walked four miles, but half of that distance was to tote two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) home. That obviously increased my overall weight by 20 pounds.

When I got back home, my younger brother had yet to show up, so I got possession of the T.V.

My wife had texted me during my walk to ask that I please leave a bottle of red wine on her bed that I had most recently bought ─ she is critical of the various past wines I have stocked up on because they are many months ─ and some even a couple or so years ─ older since I bought them. In her mind, she believes that they have begun to taste bad. So she'll open one, and often leave it to me to finish because she did not favour what she drank of it.

They all taste the same to me! I find that red wine that is not particularly sweet and thus on the dry side tastes essentially the same, brand and bottle to brand and bottle.

Anyway, once home, I got the T.V. all set up with our Android TV Box, and killed time awaiting my brother's homecoming by watching a long YouTube video about the tourist-popular streets of Thailand's Pattaya.

I've run out of time for blogging, so I am going to cut this short.

We were to watch three shows that we follow in common.

First was Westworld ─ season three's episode two ("The Winter Line"). I noticed my brother examining the undersides of his eyelid, so he's as lost as it is possible to be thus far this season.

Next I tuned in Noughts + Crosses ─ episode two of season two. And I see now that only one episode remains ─ I did not realize that.

Our final show was Resident Alien ─ episode three ("141 Seconds") of season three. Lovely, as ever! A great series.

After my brother retired to his bedroom for the night, I anon got so caught up in watching some emotional Christmas-related videos on YouTube that I poured a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol), and came damned near close to getting really drunk by staying up and watching a Christmas movie. I had already drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol), but fortunately I somehow held fast to the wee sense I had remaining and was able to get to bed ─ I don't know the time, but it would have been well past 3 a.m.

My wife had come home last evening before my brother, following her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She was to have today off work.

I think that it was likely after 8:30 a.m. when I rose this morning, not feeling at all hale for my late hours and the drinking. My brother was already watching T.V.

After I joined him past 9 a.m. and got his request to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a better than an hour-long (1:07:39) video published yesterday at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: The End of the U.S. Empire - Russia DESTROYS Sanctions and Rise of BRICS.

U.S. IMPERIALISM - FOLLOW THE MONEY

Danny Haiphong

In this must-watch discussion, renowned economists Richard Wolff and Michael Hudson analyze the collapse of the U.S. empire and the seismic shifts in the global order.

From Russia’s hypersonic advancements to the decline of the United States dollar and the rise of BRICS, they unpack the economic, political, and military dynamics reshaping the world.

Hosted by Danny Haiphong, this livestream brings you exclusive insights from two of the most respected voices in global economics.

Follow Richard Wolff: https://www.democracyatwork.info

Follow Michael Hudson: https://michael-hudson.com

After that we finished watching a video I had previously downloaded, but which we had watched less than a half hour of a couple of days ago. The long (1:44:52) documentary had originally been published July 13, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Ancient World | Helen of Troy (Episode 2).

Episode 2: She is 'the face that launched a thousand ships'; the woman blamed for the Trojan War - a conflict that caused countless deaths - but who was the real Helen of Troy? Bettany Hughes travels across the eastern Mediterranean to disentangle myth from reality and find the truth about the most beautiful woman on earth. Helen's story is a dark and very human drama, interweaving pleasure and pain, sex and violence, love and hate: a tale that started with a messy love affair and ended with a bloody and disastrous conflict. Hughes argues that many images of the mythic Helen, from Hollywood movies to romantic paintings, have got her all wrong: Helen was the original sex goddess. And the film reveals just how a pre-historic princess in Bronze Age Greece - a real Helen - would have looked. The feature-length documentary takes in some of the most beautiful scenery of the ancient world, from the magnificent citadel at Mycenae and the spectacular shrine to Helen in Sparta, to the archaeological site in modern Turkey that will be forever linked with the war fought in Helen's name: Troy.

I see that the episode was first aired on BBC back in 2005, so it is probably 20 years old, and hostess Bettany would have been 37 or so years old at very most. I several times found myself so drawn in by her sexual allure that I lost all focus on what she was saying.

And yes, we previously watched the first episode, but quite some while ago now. There are several episodes to go, so I shall be enjoying young Bettany a while yet.

I must get to bed ─ I got delayed in my blogging early this evening by watching here on my bedside computer 9-1-1: Lone Star. Specifically, it was episode 17 ("Best of Men") of season four. I needed an excuse to have a can of Cariboo Malt following a light supper.

If interested, my source was this Cineb.rs link.

It was quite a dramatic and touching episode, for sure!

Despite my painful plantar fasciitis, I intend an early a.m. five-mile+ walk, so I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. to commence readying, and it is already 10:15 p.m.

Another Aftermath

I absolutely did not get to bed last evening as early as intended. I surrendered to addiction and likely failed to get in bed until well after 11:30 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for possibly 2:30 a.m. as opposed to 1:30 a.m. as was meant.

Somehow beyond all expectation, I was to find myself awake later sufficiently to be curious on the time, and at worst it was 1:49 a.m. This was extraordinarily good luck, for I did not feel any more ill slept than I would have been had I retired sensibly early.

I saw online that temperatures were approaching freezing, so I wore a warmer jacket that I have owned for years, but I don't likely have a photo of myself in it. Suffice that it resembles in style and colour the one in the following image, except that mine is all suede leather on the outside, and it zips and has no snap closures.

When I was fully clothed and set to leave, my overall weight was 188 or 189 pounds ─ probably more the lesser figure.

As soon as I stepped away from the front door as I was leaving, I realized that some wood framing the cement walkway was slick from some icing and not because it was wet.

I was maybe a half block from home before I thought to check the time: it was 2:30 a.m. Thus, it may have been as early as 2:25 a.m. when I began my walk, but likely a bit later.

Hoping for the best by way of conditions, I stopped in at the nearby elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Unfortunately, I found everything wet with condensation. However, when I began using a bandana to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar to exercise with, I found that a good part of the wet had frozen, and would not be wiped off.

Consequently, I had to risk my slim gloves. They are fairly good where a grip is concerned, but it is only initial ─ the grip quickly starts to slip.

And as a result, my totals in two sets of pull-ups and two sets of chin-ups were 5-2-3-3. My pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings were the typical two sets of two pull-ups apiece. I only held the hang after the final of those pull-ups for a 30-count.

And at the cement ramp, I only put in a dozen full-range decline push-ups.

Thereafter, ever mindful of my left heel / arch pain, I resisted any unnecessary jogging in the very old and worn hikers I was wearing.

I was back home after approximately two hours, so I didn't fare badly. And I think that I was back to bed ahead of 6 a.m.

I am unsure now, but my morning began around 8:30 a.m., at which time my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him, and soon was requested to begin operating our Android TV Box.

First I tuned in a pair of videos uploaded at YouTube's Redacted channel:

• Tucker Carlson: This current White House is being run by Satan, not human beings | Redacted (59:57) November 24

Tucker Carlson joins Clayton Morris to talk about Trump’s cabinet choices, UFO’s, and how the current White House is not run by human beings any longer.

• RFK, Jr. “We are going to war against the FDA and there’s a reckoning coming” | Redacted (11:28) November 25

The crooked Food and Drug Administration is about to be flipped on its head. Instead of partnering with Big Pharma and keeping healthy supplements off store shelves. It looks like they are about to be flipped upside down now that Robert F Kennedy Jr. Is going to be heading up the FDA, the CDC, and all of America's health systems.

Clayton's guest this time was Antonio Enrique Colmenares.

We were to only have time for this one next hour-long (1:02:51) video published earlier today at Rumble's Neil Oliver Official channel: Neil Oliver Interviews Edward Dowd - They’ve created a monster!!!

The description for this video has too many links for me to care to take the time to set up, so please refer to the Rumble link to see the description for yourself.

My brother had some bed rest, and then left to pick up his girlfriend Bev to take her to check out the line-up situation at the nearest social services offices. I was in bed napping when he eventually returned to leave his van at home and then bus away to begin his daily social drinking.

My wife had a full workday today, and rose a little after 9:30 a.m. to begin readying for her long day. She left fairly soon after 10 a.m. on her goodly drive.

This has been a bath day for me, so I got that out of the way before commencing work on this post just after 6 p.m.

I want to make the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). The store closes at 9 p.m. and I hate having to hustle, so I want to leave very comfortably beforehand.

Right now it's 8:02 p.m. ─ I have to go!

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Arch Issue

A few posts ago I complained that my left foot's arch area right at the heel was sensitive. Well, now it's sore ─ and the heel itself is now even painful to the touch. I would believe it to have been bruised, but I do not see how that could be, since I am hardly athletic at 75 years of age.

This concerns me ─ I must not become disabled and unable to have my walks at all! Perhaps I will be more leisurely with my pace.

Too, much of it may be due to hauling home loads. For example, the 5.972-mile hike I had last evening to do some grocery shopping found me hiking a fairly heavy load back home ─ it was over six pounds in each hand. 

And when I add to my beer supply and hike two miles home with two dozen cans, that's 10 pounds in each hand.

I am barefooted as a rule here at home, and find the pain such that I am unconsciously walking flat-footed in order to avoid aggravating the state of my left foot, but I don't think rising up onto my forefoot to perform stepping bothers it. I seem able to do calf-raises (or heel-raises) without seeming to cause aggravation.

I have a five-mile+ walk scheduled for tonight for which I intend to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for. We shall see what becomes of me during and after that specific outing.

When I got home last evening following the grocery shopping walk, I found my younger brother passed out in front of the T.V. in the darkened living room. When I finally got around to joining him and he was still passed out, I was going to tune in The Graham Norton Show, but just as I was about to select the show, he gagged on his slobber and choked himself awake.

I wasn't in a mood to weather his griping, so I tuned in something else ─ Glitch. The reason I had meant to play Graham Norton was because it would not matter if my brother had remained unconscious; but with Glitch, he needs to be awake for the series as much as possible because he has such limited comprehension ability, and in the past has been passed out for much of the series.

Last night it was season two's episode five ("The Walking Wounded").

Next I played Wanted ─ this time, episode two ("Drive") of season three. I think my brother may have passed out through some of this one.

Whatever the case, he was supposedly set for his bedroom for the night after it was done, but I began playing a half hour YouTube video about polar bears and orcas, and darned if he not only stayed up to watch it, but he even opened another can of beer.

I often feel guilty for his consumption when we watch our shows together three nights a week because I think he likely does stay conscious longer than he otherwise might, and thus stays up later and drinks more. The poor guy's in dreadful physical shape, and seems helpless to do anything about it, nor cut back on his drinking.

It amazes me that he is as healthy as he seems to be. Unlike me, he has never had any surgeries, nor has he ever been hospitalized ─ I truly cannot understand it.

I think that I only added three more cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to the can of Cariboo Malt and can of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) that I drank before going on the grocery shopping hike, but I am extremely fuzzy on my bedtime last night. I feel that I may have managed to get to bed by 3 a.m.

It was something like 8:08 a.m. this morning when I got up, feeling far from hale nor properly slept. My brother was already watching T.V.

But as usual, I did not join him until after 9 a.m. And when given the green light to put our Android TV Box to work, the first important video I tuned in was 47 minutes (47:52), and had been published November 23 to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Interview With Dr. Jessica Rose: WHY The New Self Amplifying "Vax" Is Very Bad For Humanity.

In Japan where initiated... the uptake is very low of these new self amplifying so called vaccines, but now they are trialing them here in North America (US) for the so called bird flu. Listen to Dr. Jessica Rose explain what can happen if injected with these.

Next up was a 59-minute video uploaded September 13, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: London's Wealthy Russian Elite: The Price of Luxury.

Entering the lives of the uber wealthy Russians who have made London their home. From multi-millionaire wine merchants and uncompromising art-loving oligarchs to tsarist princesses and beautiful supermodels. Rich Russians takes us into the lives of the uber-wealthy who have made London their home. How do they see themselves, how do they see others, what does money mean to them?

Russian women can certainly be strikingly beautiful! But apart from that, their education and sheer class makes me feel virtually as if I am ─ and only ever going to be ─ a low-bred peasant.

After that video, I tuned in one I had previously recorded, but it was likely over 1½ hours, so we only watched a portion of it. I will cite it once we have completed viewing it.

After my brother left to drive his girlfriend Bev about on whatever were her errands, I believe that I was to bed for a well-needed nap before 2 p.m. It was after 4 p.m. when I thereafter rose, but I mostly did so because I correctly deemed that daylight was declining.

I found my wife to be home, apparently having today off work.

All morning her Hotmail (Outlook.live.com) E-mail had been more or less offline for me, so she of course couldn't access it on her cellphone. She was already having problems with it these past few days on her smartphone because her Inbox was not updating with new messages being received.

I was at work on this post when in the early evening she prevailed upon me to allow her to use my computer to have access to her account, so I went downstairs with a Cariboo Malt and tuned in The Rookie ─ episode four ("Trouble in Paradise") of season six.

It's a very good series. There is always so much going on with the different main characters that it is continually interesting each episode. But I had seriously believed that I had watched the series more recently than I apparently did last October 6.

Once the show was done, I gathered up a very small supper and resumed work on this post, for my wife had vacated my computer considerably earlier.

I am going to call a halt to blogging for today, for it is already 9:08 p.m., and I want to be freed up to get to bed well before 10 p.m. ─ maybe nearer 9:30 p.m.

There has been no rain this afternoon as far as I have noticed, so maybe I will be spared on my nighttime walk in the wee a.m.

By the way, when I rise and walk after sitting for any length of time, my sore left heel now burns a little ─ this seems more and more a probable longitudinal tendon inflammation.

Firestarter

I reckon I should not have had that shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) and can of (Cariboo Malt 7.9% alcohol) last evening ─ I think they were factors in my rather poor sleep. Twice I had to rise to micturate, so that half litre of coffee I drank earlier also factored in.

My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., but I rose ahead of time ─ I think that it was either 3:38 or 3:48 a.m. Fortunately I had plenty of time in which to normalize with coffee and lots of chocolate, and it was possibly as late as 6:15 a.m. by the time I was on my 9.625-mile hike to shop at Guildford's Real Canadian Superstore in a light sprinkling of rain.

I stopped at the nearby elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here, just to have a token set each of pull-ups (five), chin-ups (three), and pull-ups between a pair of the jungle gym monkey bars (two). I held a hang at the completion of the very last pull-up on the two bars, but only for a 20-count ─ my grip with my gloves was slipping too much.

I got my shopping done, and returned home to find my younger brother already up and watching T.V. So no bed rest for me!

After dressing down, I joined him and was soon enough invited to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with a 30-minute video published earlier today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Bribe money for you, Eby's Cabinet Picks and Global Gossip.

I delve into the BC Cabinet picks sworn in Nov 13, Trudeau's temporary GST break and a little behind the scenes Global gossip.

OMICRON STORY VIDEO:
https://rumble.com/v3yz9ej-my-talk-at...

Next was a nearly two-hour (1:50:20) documentary that turned out to only be part one. My source had published it on November 17 at BitChute's STRAWMAN channel: The Real Anthony Fauci - The Movie.

Different experts make a stand against today's putatively criminal and harmful health system, focusing on Anthony Fauci and his role in the shaping of the AIDS and COVID-19 epidemics.

The last video we watched was 18 minutes (18:53) and had been uploaded September 24, 2019, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Couple Living alone in the Swedish wilderness.

Tova and Mathias is living in a cabin in the Swedish wilderness. In this episode we give you a tour of our homestead. We show you how we live and the lay of the land, and of course you will meet the animals.

Usually this is a vlog about our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

My brother thereafter smartly undertook some bed rest; then early into the second half of the noon hour he nipped out to buy some beer before the start of a 1 p.m. NFL game on T.V. (I doubt that he drank any beer during the match.)

Largely due to choosing to launder, I never returned to bed for a nap until (I believe) after 2 p.m. There came a point after some sleep that I was about to change positions to facilitate sleeping further, but it seemed to be getting darker outside.

It was past 4 p.m. Due to having further shopping plans for this evening, as well as blogging here, I opted to rise. My brother was gone, and I was home alone.

My eldest stepson had a 12-hour shift today (6 a.m. to 6 p.m.); his younger brother took off wordlessly while my brother was resting, and the lad has not returned as I type these words at 6:19 p.m., still home alone.

But I am feeling ill slept ─ or at least, I have a very vague eyestrain-type headache.

I didn't want to do any drinking ere my hike, but I am feeling anxious about my financial state and related personal matters. It has been dark for 1½ hours, so if I was feeling more hale and confident, I could easily have already left.

To be frank, I am feeling unsure ... frightened, even. Hell, I would far prefer right now to watch a Christmas movie and get into some drinking. But I want to sit up late this evening with my brother once we are both back home, and watch at least a couple of our shows while doing some drinking then.

♠♠♠♠♠

The determination was made by me to watch FBI: International ─ episode six ("Fire Starter") of season three.

I intended to watch it downstairs on T.V., but to my surprise my eldest stepson was already home and watching videos on a laptop at the dining table. I would have to watch it here on my bedside computer to avoid drowning out his entertainment.

My source was this VK.com link, and the episode played flawlessly. Meantime, I drank a can each of Cariboo Malt and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol).

I do not feel as unsure nor fearsome now.

I am going to ready and leave on my 5.972-mile hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods. It is 7:40 p.m.

By the way, this morning I discovered that the scroll function no longer functions on my mouse ─ I never fully understood what a fabulous feature it was now that I have to manually move everything up or down the computer screen.

Most Unwanted

I was eager enough to rise overnight to my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm and begin readying for my five-mile+ walk. My wife hadn't come home following working the latter part of yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

It was 2:03 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under a generally overcast sky, and I had weighed in at 188–89 pounds fully clothed. The ambient temperature seemed relatively mild for this time of year. All was dry.

At the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away where I stopped for some upper-body exercise, I was delighted to find the equipment to be perfectly dry of any condensation or dew. This inspired me to remove my somewhat heavy denim jacket ─ it's unlined, and extends to just below the openings of my pants pockets, as opposed to a classic-cut jacket that doesn't extend much below the belt.

To my extra delight, I managed pull-up and chin-up totals matching my recent bests of the Summer: 8-3-3-3-2-2.

I always open with pull-ups, so the first two sets were those; then two sets of chin-ups; and lastly two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, the final pull-up of which I held at completion for a hang count of 40.

Then over at the nearby cement ramp, I barely squeezed out 14 full-range decline push-ups.

Believe me, I felt good after all of that! I cannot expect to manage anything like this again until at least next Spring, for I doubt conditions will from this time forward allow me to exercise jacketless and with bare hands on perfectly dry equipment.

I made decent time in the subsequent walk, but I now forget precisely what the time was once I was back home ─ I believe that it was either 3:56 or even 3:54 a.m.

My wife had gotten home during my absence and was shut up in her bedroom for the night, the light off.

I was back to bed comfortably ahead of 6 a.m.

It might have been just past 8:30 a.m. when I rose, correctly believing that I could hear the T.V. already playing. However, I waited until 9 a.m. before joining my brother.

It took 10 or 15 minutes before he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work; and when I did, I opened up our viewing with a 1⅓-hour (1:21:20) video streamed November 20 to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: AHS Tyranny and Injustice with Dr. William Makis.

Our guest today is Dr. William Makis, a Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology. Dr. Makis is currently under attack from Alberta Health Services who want to put him in jail.
Dr. William Makis: https://makismd.substack.com/

Next I believe that we watched an 11-minute (11:28) video uploaded July 25, 2020, to YouTube's History at The OK Corral channel: The Horrific Reality of The 1849 Gold Rush.

In the race to acquire a fortune, hundreds of thousands of people flooded into California in 1849. A lucky few would become rich, most would leave poor, and many would never return.

We finished with a 49-minute (49:50) video uploaded July 25, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: The Korean War in Color - War with North Korea (1950-51) Cold War Footage | Full Length Documentary.

This film is a documentary about the beginnings of the Korean War, after North Korean troops invaded South Korea and battled U.S., South Korean and United Nations forces. It is the only color documentary made during the Korean War.

That brought us to around 11:30 a.m., and my brother was set for some bed rest, unsure whether his girlfriend Bev was going to feel up to later coming here so that she and I could get her registered to apply for social assistance.

I was ready for a return to bed ─ my Sabbath fast was leaving me exceptionally weak and desirous of sleep. I may have been back to bed just prior to noon.

Eventually there was tapping on my bedroom door. It was at least 2 p.m.

I knew that it was most probably my brother ─ he had brought Bev.

Well, we attempted to get her registered with My Self Serve (MySS), but after the first step of filling in her details and submitting those, the next step was a confirmation E-mail that was to be sent with further instructions ─ we had used one of my E-mail addresses because she has nothing of the sort.

Nothing showed up. We waited some while, and finally she and my brother opined that the system was not being attended because no one works on the weekends. She even tried phoning the help line, and was informed via a recording of the Monday to Friday business hours.

And so there was nothing for it but for her to be taken back home two or so miles distant.

Just after they left, my wife finally emerged from her bedroom.

My brother returned a while later to leave his van here, and then head off afoot to catch a bus to head back Bev's way to begin his social drinking.

I did make another return to bed for a half hour or so, feeling rather chilly on top of being hungry, weak, and tired. Around 3 or 3:30 p.m. a strong wind had ushered in a rainstorm. I don't know if it lasted an hour, but the initial wind was an unpleasantly coolant to my bedroom via the open window I am generally loath to shut.

However, I did eventually break my Sabbath fast, waiting much more than an hour after nightfall. I think this corrected any encroachment of my fast's scheduled commencement I know I made last evening, indulging as I did in a little drinking after darkness had arrived.

My wife had today off work, but she was to leave just past 7:30 p.m. and will not be back tonight ─ parties to attend, I'm sure. She entreated me beforehand for $30, but I knew that my wallet was going to suffer a greater impoverishment than that ─ all I had in it were a ten dollar bill and a fifty dollar bill.

Resigned to what would occur, but in good humour, I proffered forth both bills and presented them as a choice since I had nothing more: the ten or the fifty?

She could not help a laugh, saying that I must surely know the outcome for any such choosing?

And now I have $10.

My supper had quite filled me, such that I desired a mug of hot instant coffee more than anything alcoholic afterwards. I had considered a Christmas movie, but not if I cannot drink and lose myself in the emotion such movies elicit from me.

Tomorrow when I leave here around 6 a.m. on my planned 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore in Guildford, I will obviously need to make a withdrawal. I don't have enough money in my account for next Thursday's fortnightly mortgage payment, but my monthly pension income is supposed to be directly deposited next Wednesday ─ just in time.

Note: my wife could not help but let me realize this afternoon that she is seeking some sort of loan from an outfit called Mogo ─ she had to enlist me to explain what it was that they wanted her to do in order for them to have a statement from a bank she uses.

Once she understood that they would be able to directly access the information and not need it sent to them, she was quick to shoo me away.

I wish that she could adopt the mindset that I have always had ─ borrowing is never good, and mounting credit debt is no different. But she seems to be uneducable in this arena.

Anyway, I passed some of the mid-evening here at my bedside computer watching FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 11 ("Crypto Wars") of season four.

It was okay ─ at least it allowed me to enjoy a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My source for the episode was this 123MoviesGo.show link.

I feel this to be enough blogging for today.

I want to rise ... maybe at 3:30 a.m. rather than the usual Sunday 4 a.m. We shall see. At present it is 11:28 p.m.

My brother is still not back home.

By the way! Towards the latter afternoon ere it was yet quite dark, I weighed myself while entirely naked to see how my Sabbath fast was faring: I was 176–7 pounds. Honestly, I had wondered if I might be back at or above 180 pounds, so this was encouraging.

Nazino

As is too often the case when I sit up late drinking and watching shows on T.V. via our Android TV Box with my younger brother, I cannot recall last night's bedtime, but I did make a final Facebook post at 3:21 a.m.

Prior to that, I had forced myself to undergo a version of my five-mile+ walk, having sneaked away on my brother who was by then home. While I was away on my walk, my wife sensibly came home following her stint working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I'm not even going to attempt to list the total amount of alcohol consumed, for I think that apart from three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and one can of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol), I also put away a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum and some Urban Fare Signature Red (2020) wine.

I believe that my wife had selected the bottle of wine from a store of bottles I stocked up, but she did not care for it despite this description:

Spicy aromas of black currant, dark cherry & toast followed by a soft, pleasing palate of bright plum, vanilla & cherry.

Since the wine I drank was my last alcoholic indulgence last night, I cannot attest to that descriptive claim. I would need to sample the wine with a fresh palate.

I almost did not watch any shows with my brother because when I first joined him at 10:30 p.m. he was watching an old episode of The Nature of Things and seemed content to let it play on. I am no fan of the host of that programme ever since I learned that he was unshakably pro-𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽.

So without a word I departed the living room and my brother and came upstairs here to my bedside computer and began watching Superman & Lois ─ episode six ("Broken Trust") of the first season at this M4uHD.net link.

Then just 15 minutes into the episode, my brother had time to realize the 'error of his ways' and repented of them, loath to have to rely on our T.V.'s basic cable package programming any further, so he invited me to tune in something if I so desired.

I relented, and went downstairs to tune in Riverdale ─ episode four ("Chapter Eighty: Purgatorio") of season five. This was the series revamp in which events move forward by seven years. My brother said that it was like a spin-off series, so very different was it from how it had been.

Next I tuned in The Outpost ─ the finale episode ("This Is Our Outpost") of season two.

Thereafter my brother was adamant for "something short", so I tuned in the excellent old series Coupling ─ episode one ("Split") of season or series three.

I just read over that episode's description, and the ending as presented there is nothing I can remember. So I have just now jumped ahead to the episode's conclusion, using this link at M4uHD.net. It seems unfamiliar to me now.

Perhaps my brother and I never realized that the passed out male lead character was being serviced by his ultra-focussed girlfriend whilst his two drunken buddies had crept in and were witnessing the event up close ─ even now this 'act' by her is not apparent, and I would not realize it was taking place had I not read that description.

Anyway, after my brother retired to his bedroom for the night, I ate a little, and then finished watching Superman & Lois.

Whenever it was that I went to bed, I rose this morning fairly soon after 8 a.m., feeling distinctly punished.

I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining my brother. And once he turned the T.V. over to me, I used our Android TV Box to tune in Odessa Orlewicz's two most recent videos at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel.

• Published November 20: Why Was Canada's Fed Trying To Make Deals For Bird Flu "Pandemic" Vax Back in May? (36:32)

Why was Health Canada ALREADY trying to make "human bird flu vaccine" deals with big pharma back in May, when in that leaked zoom meeting also from May Theresa Tam & Bonnie etc... did not even mention the need for jabs or even bring them up at that time? Why is the federal government avoiding answers to a lawful FOIP request by continually delaying the answer? Find out more in this episode.

• Published November 21: CSIS Threatens Canadian Podcaster's CHILD When She Said NO TO Becoming Informant (54:08)

This is the FULL testimony of famous podcaster Lauren Southern in The House of Commons who was dragged into a scandal in the US that she had nothing to do with re: Tenet Media/Lauren Chen and RT. Ms. Southern had no knowledge as an independent podcaster that Tenet Media...(one of the places Ms. Southern's videos were being shown in the US) was receiving funds from RT. Lauren Southern is on fire when she unleashes at the House of Commons about the MSM/Liberal media corruption. (CSIS threats at 51 minutes (best) and also at 41 minutes.)

Initially that last video seemed a drag, for I never read its description and thus was watching it uninformed as to its content. But I soon realized that I was familiar with Lauren Southern through a couple of her videos, and that this was essentially an inquisition.

We finished up with what remained of a video we departed from a couple of days ago after a half hour or so's duration. It had been published back on November 16, 2020, at BitChute's bluedemon218 channel, and was 1¼ hours (1:15:50): Stalin's Island (REMASTERED).

Instead of Watching 2 Videos its All in One. Plus i Tried to Sharpen it the Best I Could.

A disturbing chapter in Russian history is explored in this documentary. In 1933, Joseph Stalin sent 6000 "unwanted" citizens of Moscow and Leningrad to a desolate Siberian island - with no food or clothes to speak of. Decades later this documentary returns to the island. These Prisoners were given less food than the Prisoners of Asuchwitz or the Cambodian Killing Fields.

Archived Footage Included.

It boggles that people can descend to such depravity.

My brother was to later bus away to begin his daily drinking. My wife rose before I sought my early afternoon nap, for as yesterday, she only had to start work in the latter afternoon.

Although I finished my nap well before she left, and even though we had conversed prior to my nap, she disturbed me by leaving (3:15 - 3:20 p.m.) for work without a word of goodbye to me.

This was a bath day, but I also wanted to have some drink and watch one of my shows before the onset of dark and the commencement of my Sabbath fast. The meal was to be my first and only of today.

My choice downstairs on T.V. was DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode eight ("Paranoid Android") of season seven. As has become usual with this series, I loved the episode. I especially found it exceedingly uplifting when "Robot Sara" figured out that she and her crew of Legends are actually androids who have been programmed to care nothing about human life, and it was wonderful when she convinced "Robot Zari" of this as well, and the two conspired to liberate themselves and their fellow Legends from this servitude to rogue Gideon.

And so it was a huge letdown for me when Robot Zari allowed herself to be seduced by rogue Gideon with a new and superior 'brain' upgrade, thereby betraying Robot Sara and having her overcome and reprogrammed back into deadly remorselessness.

I managed to drink a glass of that red wine mentioned earlier (it tasted just like any other red wine to me ─ I have no judicious palate for such things), and then a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum.

This did take me into nightfall somewhat, but I will atone for it tomorrow by delaying the breaking of my fast until well past dark.

Between the drink and a very hot and depleting bath that proved unpleasantly sapping, I am now feeling somewhat morose. I am tempted to down a brew just to elevate my blood alcohol level and banish some of this mood.

I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. overnight to ready for a five-mile+ walk, so it will not be a late evening. In fact, my bedtime has essentially arrived, so that's it for today's blogging.

The Control Group

When my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed last night, I was eager enough to rise and begin readying for my five-mile+ walk.

And when I was on my way at 2:10 a.m., my fully clothed weight was only 188 - 189 pounds. It was dry outside, reasonably mild for this time of year, and overcast.

Once at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here for some exercising, I was delighted the find the equipment completely dry of any condensation or dew. And my hopes were further borne out with the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, for despite my encumbering fairly long denim jacket, I managed decent totals: 7-3-3-3-2-2.

As always, pull-ups are the first two sets; then two sets of chin-ups; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings are the final two sets. I held a hang for a 35-count upon completing the very final rings pull-up.

Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp for a dozen full-range decline push-ups.

This 75-year-old felt it to be a good session, although I began having concerns well into the pull-ups and chin-ups because I began feeling marked distress due to how overheated my upper body was fast becoming from the exertion in the excessive clothing ─ I should have removed my jacket before starting.

Note that as I exercised, I became aware that it was peppering isolated drops of very fine rain, but not sufficient to wet the equipment while I was using it.

Well into my walk I did notice that the pavement was no longer dry ─ at that point it appeared thoroughly damp. But towards the conclusion of my fast walk, there were again drying patches.

A few times I had jogged for short distances to save time on the walk, so I felt I was doing good time. And so it was ─ I was back home at 4 a.m. exactly. The walk had taken 10 minutes below two hours despite a full exercise session at the school.

I was back in bed well ahead of 6 a.m. ─ possibly as early as 5:40 a.m., but certainly no later than 5:49 a.m. (I could not quite read the time with my poor vision).

It was already 9:20 a.m. when next I checked the time, so I hustled myself up from bed, correctly expecting that my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. and wondering when I would be joining him so that we could watch videos via our Android TV Box ─ all he had found to watch via our T.V.'s basic cable programming was an old episode of The Littlest Hobo.

And so it was around 9:30 a.m. I first tuned in a short 13-minute (13:12) video published yesterday at Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: A Homeschooling Mother of Three: Things You Can Do Differently.

Homeschooling mother, Jaclyn Aubichon, spoke at the First Independent Education Forum, November 17, 2024, Vancouver, BC.

Host: Anna Maryakhin
Independent Education Forum

I next tuned in a 15-minute (15:31) video also published yesterday, this time to Rumble's The People's Voice channel: CDC Director Blows Whistle: Fauci Facing ‘Life in Prison’ for Creating COVID As Bioweapon.

Dr. Anthony Fauci has operated with shocking impunity for decades, running cruel and unusual experiments on children and animals, funding gain of function research to make viruses deadlier, all while profiting immensely from the widespread distribution of his devastating vaccines.

His actions, eerily reminiscent of the horrors committed by Nazi doctor Josef Mengele, have been covered up by the complicit mainstream media. But now, high-level whistleblowers are stepping forward, and Fauci’s dark past is being dragged into the light.

As the new administration takes shape, there’s growing determination to hold him accountable for crimes against humanity. Fauci’s supposed “retirement” is actually the beginning of a very different kind of reckoning.

Then, best of all, I tuned in an hour-long (1:06:48) video published November 18 to Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: Joy Garner of The Control Group Are Vaccines Responsible for Chronic Diseases?

Oct 1/24 Interview: Joy Garner, founder of The Control Group study, joined us to talk about its findings. Joy is a tech inventor who became a peer-reviewed and published scientific author by conducting a nationwide study comparing the long-term health outcomes of entirely unvaccinated Americans with those who have been vaccinated. “The Control Group data conclusively proves that vaccines are, in fact, the actual cause of well over 90% of the deadly and disabling conditions suffered by Americans today.”

Website: www.thecontrolgroup.org/gallery

I also tuned in a longer documentary that we only watched maybe a half hour of before my brother requested saving it for future viewing because at little more than 11:30 a.m. he was set to return to his bedroom for some bed rest.

I will report on the documentary when we have completed watching it.

When first I joined him this morning, he dropped the bloody annoying revelation onto me that his girlfriend Bev wants to apply online for social assistance ─ in other words, I am to be imposed upon for this because neither she nor my dense brother know how to use a computer.

Apparently she has decided that she doesn't want to move to Kelowna to live with her father, who has apparently paid her rent for at least the past couple of months because she has no income.

Bev has allowed her health and fitness to decline so badly that she refuses anymore to even walk a couple of blocks, so employment is impossible for her despite only being in her early 50s, I believe.

My brother just recently took her to wherever local social services offices were, but a long lineup was too daunting for her.

So after getting me to get the phone number for her to apply via that means, upon dialing the number and supposedly hearing a recording that current wait times for an agent were about 1½ hours, she gave up.

Too much imposition ─ but evidently not for me! I'm supposed to sit and get her enrolled online even though it's going to require crap like setting up an account with a password and E-mail address ─ something she of course does not have.

It's all 𝓶𝓮 because she won't bother to stand in a lineup or wait on the phone.

It was appearing that he was going to bring her here this afternoon, but while he was resting in his bedroom, he said that she phoned to say that she wasn't feeling up to it today, and wants to postpone it until Saturday.

That's my Sabbath fast day when I will be drained and desirous of spending a lot of the afternoon trying to lose myself in as long a nap as feasible.

When I sought my nap midday today, I found myself being threatened with a vague development of a stress or eyestrain headache. It never disappeared. I even had to lie down again in the latter afternoon because of a decline in well-being.

My brother's plan after being freed of Bev was his usual Thursday jaunt off to Green Timbers Pub via busing, and he was killing time early this afternoon when my wife ─ she only had scheduling to start work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ made to leave just after 2 p.m., which is an hour earlier than she would normally leave.

When my brother realized she was going off to work, he piped up and asked if she would be able to drop him off at the pub, so she agreed, and he had to make haste and get outside to join her.

This will of course mean that he will be getting an extra early start on his daily drinking.

I got my own early start by eating a small supper and then enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in the early evening while watching The Flash here on my bedside computer. The specific show was season eight's episode eight ("The Fire Next Time").

There was a scene where a female bar worker was taking some trash out to the alley bin, and ended up getting burned to a crisp by some unknown-as-yet killer.

I was truly impressed by how fabulously that character's actress filled out her tight jeans ─ exceptional! I'm unfamiliar with her ─ Lauren Jackson ─ but she's got quite a lengthy resumé for someone given a mere bit role.

Such a waste!

 

Should you care, I watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link.

My head feels a little better ─ the beer and nightfall both helped. But I intend a late evening of some shows with my brother, and further beer.

However, to 'qualify' for the evening, I must put in a goodly walk. Had I thought ahead, I could have just settled on getting out for some lottery gift packs as part of my self-obligated Christmas gift-giving. But the mall I would have gone to closes at 9 p.m. Already it is approaching 7:45 p.m., and I have not even begun to dress to go out publicly. Also, I would need to make an ATM withdrawal.

Maybe I'll give this a try ─ the mall is a mile away, but the ATM will add a block or two to the hike.

Yes‼ I will give it a shot. 

Oh ... right now, the time is 8:01 p.m. It won't do ─ I wouldn't have leisure time in the mall. So I reckon I'll just put in some manner of longer walk.

The Magic Castle

Last evening I nearly forgot that the government liquor store two miles distant closes at 9 p.m., and at the point of that realization it was already after 8 p.m.

This left me no time to waste, so I hurriedly readied and then began the hike. It was somewhat stormy outside.

About three blocks into my walk as I was cutting through a park, there was an orangish flash well behind me and then every building and street light went dark. A few seconds later they all started lighting up again, but there was a second lesser flash, and out the lights went again.

Then a few seconds more, and this happened for a third time, and this time they all remained dark.

The blackout extended for about halfway into my two-mile hike, but oddly enough traffic lights were unaffected, fortunately.

Naturally, I had my concerns about the home situation ─ I had planned to watch a couple or so shows later with my brother once we were both home, and of course have some beer.

I bought the two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I was after, and hiked the 20 pounds of weight home ─ 10 pounds in each hand.

Our neighbourhood was indeed without any power, but someone in our house was moving about with a white light. It proved to be my brother.

I believe that both of my stepsons were also home, and had a light set up in their den area.

I estimate that the power went out around 8:20 p.m.

After a futile attempt to locate a box of candles my brother and I knew we had, we eventually just sat in the living room with the flashlight app of my earlier fully charged cellphone set up such that we were not in full darkness.

He was definitely drunk, and somewhat unpleasant company, for he was still drinking. A couple or so times he passed out ─ or fell asleep or whatever you want to categorize it as.

We were resigned to having to eventually go to bed with the hope that the power would return by the time we rose for the new day; and I finally decided to sacrifice a can of Cariboo Malt, for I keep them in stock only for enjoyment with whatever T.V. shows or movies we might be watching. I don't otherwise drink any.

Then at about 11:30 p.m., lo! The power suddenly fired up!

We were going to be able to watch some T.V. after all.

Thus it was that I used our Android TV Box to tune in Chicago P.D. ─ episode six ("Sympathetic Reflex") of season 10.

When I put the query thereafter to my brother whether he was up for an episode of Bosch, he was willing enough. And so I tuned in episode nine ("Chapter Nine: The Magic Castle") of the first season.

Then quite early into the episode, I noticed that my brother had again passed out. And this time, he remained so all the way through the episode. Unfortunately for my brother, this episode marked the killing of a serial killer who had been the main storyline from the series start, so essentially my brother watched the first eight episodes for nothing, since he will not be getting the satisfaction of seeing the murderer killed.

My wife had come home during the episode, following her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I am now unclear on whether my brother revived and then went upstairs to use the bathroom, or if he remained unconscious and it was that opportunity that I took, but in either event I dared to tune in a third show ─ this season's American Ninja Warrior.

I demurred upon seeing its length, for it was nearly 1½ hours, but I let it play anyway. Ultimately, though, my brother could bear remaining up no more, so with maybe 20 minutes left to the episode, he begged off and went upstairs to his bedroom for the night.

I did cancel out of the show, and thought that maybe this morning we would finish it off, but the material I was to tune in this morning brought us to the noon hour, so there was no time for it.

Last night before my walk to the liquor store I had drunk a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol); then over the course of the night after I began drinking with my brother, I consumed three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol). It is possible that I had another shot of rum, but maybe not ─ I cannot remember.

I foolishly ate a supper just before my bedtime, but that's all I can remember ─ I do not know when I retired. I made a Facebook post at 3:24 a.m., so clearly I was still up then.

Yet this morning I rose well before 8:30 a.m., not too much after my brother had gone downstairs to watch T.V. and drink coffee. I did not feel at all hale, and had a nasty thirst.

As usual I joined my brother shortly after 9 a.m., and soon enough got his invitation to start using our Android TV Box to play some videos.

I can no longer recall the sequence, nor if this encompasses them all, but here are what I do know about.

First we finished off the final half hour or so of a two-hour (2:08:39) video we had to depart from yesterday. It had been published November 17 at Rumble's Darkhorse Podcast channel: What Jessica Rose Knows: Dr. Jessica Rose on DarkHorse.

Bret Speaks with Dr. Jessica Rose on the subject of the rift within the COVID dissident community regarding the existence of a novel pathogen.

Find Dr. Jessica Rose on X at https://x.com/JesslovesMJK and on her Substacks at https://jessicar.substack.com and https://jessica5b3.substack.com.

We also were to watch a 10-minute (10:37) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Justin Trudeau HUMILIATED As Sky News Hosts Publicly Embarrass Him.

Watch as Sky News hosts absolutely rip into Justin Trudeau in this hilarious and embarrassing moment on Australian TV.

Watch My Take On Trudeau's New Immigration Cap:    • You Won't Believe Who Liberals Are Bl...

There was also an 11-minute (11:27) video published yesterday at YouTube's Hustl channel: They're calling him EVIL for taking away your cereal.

The description for that one is far, far too long for me to care to reproduce here, so please check out the link for yourself if interested.

We also watched a 16-minute (16:18) video published two days ago to Rumble's The People's Voice channel: FBI Seize Diddy 'Kompromat Tapes' Featuring Justin Trudeau.

Seized footage from Sean “Diddy” Combs’ notorious parties allegedly feature Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in scenes that will rock the political establishment in Canada and send shock waves around the world.

From his prison cell, Diddy is now attempting to influence witnesses, haunted by fears of meeting the same fate as Jeffrey Epstein, who was whacked by the elite before he could testify. The tension is compounded by rumors that Trudeau is set to be the next high-profile figure to face public exposure.

Trudeau has survived countless scandals in his career, but this time, there’s no covering it up — the tide has turned, the truth is being laid bare, and it’s about to expose the system of elite pedophilia practiced by the global elite.

There was also a 19-minute (19:16) video uploaded November 5, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Raining spiders, frogs, fish and ... meat. Yes, meat.

Don't look up! It's a rain of terror. We've all heard stories about raining frogs and fish. They're not new. Homer, Pliny the Elder, even the Bible document the raining of frogs and fish. As they said in Magnolia "it really happened".

But what about raining spiders? It happened -- recently. In Australia, millions of baby spiders rained down, covering the entire countryside with silky webs. In Brazil, spider rain wasn't really rain -- but it was still terrifying.

Raining blood? Well, it didn't really rain blood, except that one team -- The Kentucky Meat Storm -- when it did. Yes, the Kentucky Meat Storm.

Raining snakes? It happened (though not exactly how most YouTube lists document). Raining worms? Oh yes. Even in the snowy mountains of Scandinavia -- in March.

In June 2009, the entire country of Japan was covered in tadpoles. They were first spotted in Ishikawa, on the West coast of Japan but dead tadpoles were reported in towns and cities everywhere.

Did you know the famous 1958 horror movie "The Blob" is based on actual events? In 1950, Pennsylvania police officers documented an eye witness account of "star jelly", a gelatinous substance that either contains or does not contain DNA, depending on who you ask.

A rain of animals is a rare meteorological phenomenon in which flightless animals fall from the sky. Such occurrences have been reported in many countries throughout history. Is the phenomenon due to waterspouts? Predatory birds? Or something... else?

Let's find out why.

And we also watched the last half or so of an hour-long (1:01:35) video we had to depart from a couple of days ago that had been uploaded back on June 22 to YouTube's Viral Bear TV channel: Moments When Things Went Wrong! Idiots At Work Got Instant Karma! Best Fails of the Week #1.

If you're looking for Moments When Things Went Wrong! Idiots At Work Got Instant Karma! Best Fails of the Week, funny fails of the week or funny moments that you won't regret watching, you've come to the right place! In this channel, you'll find videos of people doing funny and embarrassing things, and you can be sure that you won't regret watching them!

I must say that my poor brother looked absolutely dreadful up close ─ he needs far more sleep than he has gotten. I honestly feel very sorry for him; but he won't sacrifice his daily drinking.

I had a much needed early afternoon nap that proved most restorative. Meantime, my brother left for the day to catch a bus so he could get back into his social drinking.

My wife had today off work.

She was to come to me and beseech a $500 loan from me this mid-afternoon or so after my outright refusal last evening to make a $1,000 loan; my monthly pension will be here later this month just in time for the fortnightly mortgage payment, so I relented and acceded good-naturedly to her request.

I just have to keep hoping that I win a home sweepstakes so that I can get away from here while I have any remaining vitality to do anything with what's left of my diminishing lifespan.

Damn it! I wanted to watch an episode of one of the series I follow so that I could enjoy a beer or two, but it's already just after 9 p.m., and I need to get to bed before much longer if I want to be rising at 1:30 a.m. overnight to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I never noticed any rain today, so maybe there won't be any overnight.

This blogging sure as Hell eats up my time to no good ─ i.e., profitable ─ purpose.