Just Another Blah Evening

At the chiming of my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm I rose readily enough for my ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for the usual exercises there, but I was not ready for the reading of my weigh-in while fully dressed to go, for this would be the weight I would be working with on the pull-ups and chin-ups: 191 pounds.

Initially I did not fathom the reading because it made no sense ─ I could not reconcile what the '190' represented, and why I was above it. I am only accustomed to seeing '180' at the ceiling and '170' lower down.

Temperatures outside were at the freezing point; the sky with wispy cloud, and a bright moon quite low in the western sky.

I was to find the monkey bars and half-rings still dripping wet, and not yet frozen.

How would I be faring once I had the ones I would be using dry enough for a secure grip?

Almost unbelievably poorly. I could only manage two pull-ups in the opening set, and then nothing but singles in the other sets. So two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half rings. Then back at the monkey bar I managed a dead hang for possibly 60 seconds.

I was to find the metal ramp I use for a set of decline push-ups to be slick with icing, so I used an equally sloped section of tarmac.

Again, I performed abominably. Maybe I managed five full-range decline push-ups, each one very slow. So I paused for a 30-count break to try and match that number, but I may have given up at three at most.

What the Hell was wrong? How did I become so enfeebled?

I went back to the monkey bars and did a further set of a single pull-up, chin-up, and then a single pull-up between the half-rings. But then when I tried another dead hang on the monkey bar, I held for a 70-count but only quit because a vehicle had seemed to stop out in front of the school, and I was loath to have a security guard happen upon me ─ I believe that it is Paladin Security that stops by there at some appointed time during the nights and does a circuit of the school building. It is nobody's bloody business what I am doing, so I opted to leave and not have to explain myself.

I had not heard my wife come home last night, but her car was in the drive-way, half under the open-sided carport.

Never do I directly return to bed, so I sat here at my bedside computer to do a number of things, including first an online check of my bank account to see if the mortgage had been debited ─ it was supposed to have been collected on Christmas Day, but the bank never took the money until yesterday.

But I also saw that a different account ─ a joint account with my wife that a life insurance payment is debited from around the 3rd of each month ─ that had something over $130 in it had been reduced by a $100 transfer out.

I checked the address given for the ATM, and it was a casino near where my wife works part-time.

This was an infuriating discovery. She was supposed to have repaid me $500 early last week with some cheque that she claimed would be coming in the mail.

Well, this mystery cheque has still not shown up, and she has no compunction about robbing me of $100 (that she won't be paying me back) as if it's just 'chump change'. I try not to leave $100 in the account for fear that she will take it, but there is a monthly $57 charitable donation usually taken on the 1st, as well as that monthly ($108.81) life insurance payment usually taken on the 3rd, that come out of that account. Thus, I have to always struggle to remember to have the money there for those two debits.

But sometimes I forget ... and that results in a $48 NSF charge.

And all because I cannot trust my wife to quit stealing from me.

Anyway, on top of that worry this morning, just as I was to go to bed, I realized that I could not locate my cellphone, no matter where I looked. It had been in a deep inside pocket of my denim jacket.

All I could imagine was that it had slipped out when I was in the decline push-up posture at the school playground. If so, then it was a goner. As was, I did not get back to bed until possibly 6:15 a.m. ─ no bloody way I could hobble that slow ¾-mile round trip to the school to look for it.

I would have to write it off.

As might be imagined, sleep was difficult to fall into. I did get some, but I was up again in well under two hours.

I thought that my younger brother might already be watching T.V. news downstairs, but he had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

And when soon enough he did, I solicited him to phone me in the event that somehow my cellphone may just have slipped out of sight in my extremely cluttered bedroom.

When he did, to my enormous relief I could hear its faint chiming from seemingly low, so I got on the carpet and looked about as best I could until the call went to voicemail.

So when he dialed me up a second time, I thought that maybe it was lost within my bedding, but though it did seem possible it was in my bed, there was no covering bedding where the faint chiming seemed to be coming from.

On a hunch, I lifted the mattress corner ... and there it was, just beyond where I place my wallet anytime I am home. Somehow earlier this morning, in a distraction I must have automatically tucked both my phone and my wallet under the mattress.

But understandably, it was an enormous relief to find it.

My brother and I were to only watch one video this morning after I joined him around 9:15 a.m.

I had some months ago downloaded The Last Don from somewhere ─ it's a three-part miniseries, but my source had it in two parts. I now cannot recall that source, but you can easily find the full nearly four-hour video in parts or in one single video on YouTube.

I only now realize that there is a sequel, so I am going to have to download it today for future viewing in a few months.

Following our viewing, my brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest.

Oddly, I am foggy about it now, but I think that my wife rose before I sought my nap, which I did without having yet eaten. I honestly wanted nothing to do with her.

It turned out that she did not have to work today, so she was still here after my nap. Eventually I did have conversation with her, and was told that she and some others had gone for a meal after work in a restaurant possibly associated with the casino, or at least neighbouring it.

True? How can I know.

She was to leave around 4:45 p.m., and will not be back tonight. Unlike me, she has places to go ... and party opportunities galore.

Right now it is 4:51 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging to watch a Christmas movie so that I can start some drinking. There was only the early morning exercising for me today with my wife home as long as she was.

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Quite dismayed, the first movie on my rotation was 2019's Christmas Belles. Thankfully it was a little interesting, but it was farcical and unrealistic nonsense ─ and how is it that at least half a dozen of the last 10 or so Christmas movies I have had to bear are centred around Black characters? 

When did this start happening? As I have explained before, I never grew up around Black people, so their lifestyle and family scene is something only known to me through T.V. and movies.

Why do they all have to talk like ghetto people?

My source was this M4UHD.cx link.

The movie was a waste of my time this Christmas Eve, so I slowly went through a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and then paused what remained of the movie while I dealt with a couple of other things ─ one of which was rounding up a supper. I then ate it through what was left of the movie.

There was nothing Christmas about the movie ─ nothing.

It probably ended around 7:10 p.m., if not before. My brother was back by then from wherever he has bused towards mid-afternoon to do his social drinking.

My second video ended by 8:35 p.m. at most, and for it I had poured myself a glass tumbler (just over eight ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) because I wanted to feel something that the can of beer failed to bring forth.

But I ate too much ─ I only drank maybe five ounces of the wine by the time my second show completed.

It was A Gifted Man ─ episode seven ("In Case of Exposure") of the only season. My source was this MoviesJoyTV.co link.

The episode was good, but it was not suitable for New Year's Eve, damn it! I wanted something to make me feel deeply emotional. Heck, I even had thoughts of getting to bed by 10 or 11 p.m. at most. My brother and Bev are just watching their usual any-night-of-the-week 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 downstairs, and I am alone, shut up in my darkened bedroom like I always am when I watch anything.

Most thankfully, I gambled on another Christmas movie, and it eventually did the job. I didn't dissolve me into a useless mess, but it did massage those deepest emotions.

The movie was 2019's Christmas in Paris. And my source was this uFLIX.to link.

The lead actress was Rebecca Dalton, and I see from her acting credits that she has been in at least a couple of previous Christmas movies that I must surely have watched, yet her name does not appear in my Blogger Labels when I type out her name. Maybe she only had some minor or secondary role that never grabbed my notice sufficient to mention her?

So I definitely enjoyed the movie, and would watch it again in suitable company.

It finished no later than 10:30 p.m. Apart from the last of the glass tumbler of wine, I had a second beer plus a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

For the past few hours I have heard occasional but regular fireworks of different kinds, but I can see nothing from my bedroom with its heavily draped window that is cumbersome for me to access in this tiny over-cluttered bedroom.

Right now it is 11:45 p.m. and I am going to finish and publish this post while indulging in another shot of rum ─ I have finished the possible 15-minute chore of brushing my teeth, and my buzz is waning. I am still considering watching something here while shut up in my bedroom and leaving my brother and Bev to themselves.

Holiday Icicle

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Having retired last night without setting my cellphone alarm, I slept unusually well. I chose not to set the alarm because I knew I had drunk too much and would regret trying to rise ─ even at 6 a.m.

I did rise once to use the toilet, never checking the time, though.

My morning commenced when I rose just past 8 a.m., expecting to find my brother watching T.V. news downstairs; but he was not yet up.

Incidentally, he was to let me know that he is now not planning on driving into Washington State to visit his daughter until sometime next week.

I was to have control of the T.V. a little past 9 a.m. when he had still not emerged from his bedroom, but he was not too much later. By then I was pretty much set to use our Android TV Box to play an excellent 59-minute (59:27) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC, Canada To Become UN Agenda Dumpster Fire. Interview With Politician Jordan Kealy.

Important interview with BC, Canada politician MLA Jordan Kealy with updates on the fragile state of British Columbia and the devastating economic crisis we will all be facing together due to DRIPA.

After it was done, we finished watching the last half of the video we had postponed from yesterday. Actually, it was a T.V. miniseries of three episodes called The Last Don. However, my downloaded source had divided the full series into just two parts, so the first part was what we finished this morning.

But I no longer recall what my download source was. Nevertheless, I see that the full section we watched is available at this OK.ru link.

If you have the time for the full nearly four hours (3:57:26) of the miniseries, you ought to be able to find it on YouTube ─ I noticed that at least three channels carry it.

I originally went looking for it because actress Emily Hampshire had an early acting performance in it as The Don character's only daughter. Her young adult part was portrayed by Emily, and then Kirstie Alley took over as the daughter in her mid-years.

We watched nothing further ─ my brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom a little before 9:30 a.m., I believe; and soon past 10 a.m. was away on her quite long drive in some mist.

I had my day's first meal before seeking my early afternoon nap soon after 1 p.m. And later after my brother had bused away to social drink, around 3:30 p.m. I felt decent enough to have an exercise session out in the backyard tool shed.

Two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2-1 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the two thick sides of the child's ladder (to a slide) that I have stretched across some rafters. I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 45-count.

I also tackled the squats I am employing to try and develop strength and function again of my damaged right knee that has kept me lame for nigh nine months now.

After that, I even had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

And all of this despite having had two morning mugs of instant coffee spiked with Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

But right now it is 6:03 p.m. and I want to get back into some drink ─ a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while I watch a Christmas movie. I can't yet shake the anxiety that comes of dark.

I will return to conclude this post into the latter half of the evening.

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Maybe it was for the very best that my exceptionally lousy Christmas movie choice was 2019's Hip Hop Holiday. I don't like rap whatsoever, and I do not give a damn about rap stars.

And the lead female character in this movie was so intolerably raucous and abominably arrogant that I struggled for close to 15 minutes with the urge just shut the stupid thing down and watch something else. I couldn't even bring myself to waste a beer until after that point.

I never did find myself liking the movie. The actress sounded like a man when she laughed. I even noticed when she was kissing a fella that her skull seemed larger than his, and I had no doubt that she outweighed him.

But, you be you, if you like this stuff. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

When I did finish the beer I had opened, I paused the movie and went downstairs and threw together my supper (my second meal of my day); I ate that over the course of what remained of the movie.

It probably finished near 7:40 p.m.

It so successfully erased the blues that had been building prior that I might just manage to get up overnight at 3 a.m. for a hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise ─ we shall see.

Time for something else, I tuned in Star Girl ─ episode three ("Icicle") of the first season. The series makes far too much noise, but otherwise I enjoyed the episode. I especially like how it concluded with Star Girl embarking on a quest to find new recruits for the defunct Justice League of America.

What intrigues me is the possibility that somehow the widow of The Wizard ─ the widow lost both him and their teen son in this episode ─ will be capable of joining up with the good guys, for I don't want them all to be teenagers. That gets so lame.

And so went a second can of beer. My source for the show was this uFLIX.to link.

Right now it is 9:55 p.m. and I am actually going to start shutting things down and get to bed for 3 a.m., if possible.

Moon Terms

Evidently I was more depleted than I expected. When my 3 a.m. alarm chimed, I realized that I did not have the physical resources to bear dressing and getting out to the nearby elementary school playground for the small walk and some playground exercising.

I reset my alarm for 6 a.m. ... or so I thought.

As I lay in deep torpor I became aware that I was hearing the alarm chiming, but I could not find it in the gloom. I had to rise and turn on the light.

My cellphone had fallen onto the carpet; and when I checked it to cancel the alarm, I saw that it had been sounding for several minutes past the hour ... but not the hour of 6 a.m.

It was 5:08 a.m.

I was not about to be getting up then. The only reason I meant to rise at 6 a.m. was to have time to recover and have some backyard tool shed exercise before my younger brother was likely to rise for the morning. Even at 7:30 a.m. it is a bit too dark to see safely in the shed.

And so I reset the alarm for 6:15 a.m. ... or did I choose 6:30 a.m.? I forget now.

But that was when my morning finally began.

I went out to the shed a little past 7:30 a.m., choosing not to try climbing up onto a chair in the deep gloom in order to reach the sides of the small child's slide ladder that is spread across some rafters, and which is all I have to exercise with for pull-ups and chin-ups.

Instead I tackled the various squat exercises that I am employing to attempt to strengthen my damaged and probably atrophied lower quadriceps muscles above my right knee ─ it will soon be nine months since that crippling accident.

It was quite cold out there, but those squat exercises helped generate some body heat.

By the time I was done with them, I could see enough to safely tackle the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I managed two pull-ups in the first set, but only one repetition in all of the other sets. It is just too difficult to retain enough of a secure grip when the bar being held onto is so thick that little more than the cupping of my hands over it is possible. And it has glossy blue paint, exacerbating matters.

Still, I held the dead hang of the final pull-up (performed between the ladders two sides) for a 45-count before I quit because of the risk of having had my hands slip too far off the two bars.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom shortly after I was back upstairs here at my bedside computer.

My wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was out of her bedroom to shower shortly after 9:30 a.m. and was on her rather long drive half an hour or so later.

As for morning T.V. with my brother around 9:10 or 9:15 a.m., once I got the green light to start operation of our Android TV Box, I led off with a 21-minute (21:10) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: We're not ok with this + Nick Shirley should be journalist of the year!

Canadians are being told there’s no money — for housing, healthcare, seniors, or affordability.
Yet somehow, $2.5 billion was found and sent to Ukraine.
In this video, I break down:
Why Parliament and the media seem unwilling to ask hard questions
And how American YouTuber, Nick Shirley, has blown the lid off of Minnesota fraud and the Somalian community.

Next came a five-minute (5:28) video published earlier today to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: How Zionism Has Ruined The United States. Refer to the video link for the somewhat disjointed description ─ actually, there is more than I care to bother reproducing in view of how short the video is.

After that I resorted to my flash, thumb, or USB drive to catch up on some videos recorded months ago.

First was Soldier Soldier ─ episode four ("Fighting Spirit") of the first season or series. However, there is no bloody way that we watched a 50-minute video, or else I was very distracted.

I have no idea what my source was, but I see that it is presently available as a September 12, 2018, upload to the Dailymotion.com brandonperrytv channel: Soldier Soldier S01 E04.

Then it was a 27-minute (27:39) uploaded May 19, 2020, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Springtime at the cabin | Off Grid Life.

Our final video was a long movie, and thus we had to break from it nearly midway through so that my brother could have further bed rest. I will say more once we have watched it.

I had myself a turkey luncheon after putting the carcass into the fridge icebox ─ I will make a soup once I get some organic barley or whatever I go for. It was definitely beginning to sport a somewhat sourish odour. If I survive unscathed what I have eaten today, then the carcass will be worth the risk.

I had my usual early afternoon nap, and then around 3:30 p.m. took advantage of my wife's vacant bedroom for some light exercising there.

Right now it is 5:39 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging. I felt quite normal today ─ no strong need to start my morning off by spiking my instant coffee with booze like I have been doing since Christmas. Nevertheless, with nightfall I have gown somewhat anxious and wistful, so I am going to tune in a Christmas movie and watch it here on my bedside computer before having some supper ─ I want to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) before adding even a light supper to my stomach.

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I had no idea that the 2019 Black family Christmas movie Twas the Chaos before Christmas was going to be as awesomely emotional ─ and funny ─ as it proved to be! I loved the darned thing!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Perhaps lead billing went to actress Cynthia Kaye McWilliams, but everyone was superb, even if I cannot say that anybody was familiar to me.

Man, I not only went through two cans of beer, but also a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

My supper was indeed light enough, but much of it was watery-based, and now a beer is unthinkable ─ I chose well to drink beer first.

The movie ended by 7:14 p.m., and I realized that my brother was back from wherever he had bused to social drink. From what I understand, he wants to visit his daughter tomorrow morning in Washington State, but is concerned about the December 26 American requirement to have everyone photographed ─ how much time is this going to pile onto the border crossing?

Anyway, I found myself growing somewhat groggy, and as a result I was hardly delighted that the next show I had scheduled on my normal evening viewing was Kyypton ─ episode nine ("Blood Moon") of season two. I was almost groggy and wondering what I was in for ... right up until monster "Doomsday" was unleashed on the rebels. That pulled me wide awake for the duration of the episode.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. 

I suppose it finished a little before 9 p.m., and a glass tumble (just over eight ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Dry Wine (red) sustained me very adequately.

I wanted to try and rise again at 3 a.m., but the alcohol had its grip on me by this time. I needed a bit more before getting my sorry self to bed.

I opted for the sitcom Blue Mountain State ─ episode nine ("Midterms") of season one. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

I often wonder how Alan Ritchson feels about his youthful performance in that series back then; but what about very elderly Cloris Leachman in this episode?

No matter ... I added another shot of dark rum to my drinking, and now feel like I should just tune in another Christmas movie and maybe break for a couple more beers, and then go to bed.

Right now it is 10:10 p.m. and I am going to pause to take the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth. Be back very shortly.

... And at 10:22 p.m. just as I was about to begin the lengthy teeth-brushing routine, my wife got home. We had a quick fun chat concerning a mail delivery she has been awaiting. And soon after, my brother stopped by to enquire about the disappeared turkey carcass. Nobody had any of the remaining turkey since I delved into it yesterday, so it's hardly been improving by ageing on the dining table after these four days. 

But he and Bev were just curious. Nobody was interested in attempting any.

Damn it! I want so badly to watch some sentimental Christmas fare and drink ─ I can do beer now. But I will only require frequent micturation, and it would be shortening whatever night's sleep is possible to me.

This is cruel ─ maybe I will slowly put away another shot (or even two) of rum while watching some of 2020's 'Mariah Carey's Magical Christmas Special' ─ it's 43 minutes (43:43). I found a source here online, but I doubt I require more than a quarter of the feature.

There will be no early rising overnight, for it is now 11: 39 p.m.

😈Self-Betrayal👹

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It was past 1 a.m. last night when I went to bed after choosing to succumb to depravity.

Overnight I slept well initially once I achieved that state, but I had the usual stretches of semi-wakefulness in the latter part of my night. And when finally I decided to commence my morning and saw it to be around 8:18 a.m., my younger brother was already watching T.V. news shows downstairs.

Normally on Sunday mornings I would have gone shopping, but I need to be to bed earlier than was the case; and since the local store opens at 8 a.m., it was far to late to be entertaining any such notion.

Still, I felt rather normal despite yesterday's drinking ─ I was only suffering the late night ... and shame of course.

I joined my brother no earlier than 9:10 a.m.; and when he invited me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, he counselled that at 10 a.m. he wanted to watch a scheduled NFL game.

And so all I bothered tuning in was, first, a 29-minute (29:46) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Virtue Signaling and Ass Kissing with Carney. Plus, my experience with Dawna.

I worked at Global News as a newscast director, inside the control room where editorial decisions actually get made.

In this video, I share my personal experience working at Global News, including my professional interactions with Dawna Friesen, and explain how editorial choices, interview styles, and editing decisions can shape what viewers ultimately see on air.

I also break down a recent Global News interview as a real-world example — pointing out the contrast between a softball approach with Mark Carney and a more heavily edited segment involving Pierre Poilievre. This isn’t about gossip or personal attacks — it’s about media process, judgment calls, and how political narratives are subtly constructed.

I tuned in one further YouTube video randomly that was good, but I cannot now recall the channel nor title.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom in good time to prepare herself, and then be away on her rather long drive. It had possibly dipped below freezing last night, but I could not discern why our cul-de-sac seemed dusted with chalk. Was it snow, or just salt for de-icing purposes? The lawn seemed clear enough.

Anyway, at 10 a.m. ─ after having earlier drunk a mug of strong instant coffee spiked with Smirnoff vodka and Carolans Irish Cream ─ I was considering watching a Christmas movie and drinking a couple of beers, and then napping it all off.

But I got carried away with Facebook and such, and before I knew it the noon hour was nigh. So ... no early movie and beer.

I was hungry, so I went downstairs to the dining table where the remains of our Christmas Day turkey feast are still awaiting anyone's occasional sampling. However, a covered tray containing both the dressing and some mashed potatoes seemed to me to have a suspicious odour ─ the potatoes smelled somewhat sour. I had my brother give them a smell test, but got no confirmation.

I helped myself to some turkey, and some gravy, mashed carrots, and mashed sweet potatoes; but even those latter two vegetables had me wary. This is the third day after Christmas ─ that's a long time to have food sitting out unrefrigerated. The turkey is okay, although the cavity may fast become an issue. 

Anyway, I had a good, deep nap, I must say. And since then, I even had a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. I had thought to get in some exercising out in the backyard tool shed, but this was one of those uncommon days in which my brother remained home. I don't know when he began drinking, but I heard the first can of beer crack open a bit past 3:30 p.m.

This is a bath day, alas. Right now, though, it is 4:31 p.m., so I am going to break from working on this post and watch myself a Christmas movie while having a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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My selection was interesting enough after it got going, but it was all-Black ─ and mega-wealthy Blacks, at that. As explained previously recently, I never grew up knowing any Black people, so I only know of their family life from T.V. and movies and thus have no clear identification with them.

This family was so wealthy that when two of their young kids used a version of Alexa to order thousands of dollars worth of stuff for themselves, when the boxed merchandise was all piled up at the front door and two of the women figured out why it was there ─ and who had ordered it ─ they just laughed at the kids naivete and we heard nothing more about it. That is, the kids were not ever chastised.

But enough talking about the movie ─ it was 2019's Merry Liddle Christmas. The lead actress was Kelly Rowland ─ unknown to me.

I did drink two cans of beer. And my movie source was this OK.ru link.

The movie finished just ahead of 6 p.m., so I had that onerous bath. And for what may be the very first time this entire year, my naked body weight scaled out at 182 pounds ─ I've gotten close to 180, but never certainly hit the figure this year to my recollection.

That was disappointing. I had actually not meant to weigh myself because I feared the worst, but I forgot and automatically pulled of the bathroom scales once I was stripped and just about to step into the tub.

Anyway, I was all set to watch another Christmas movie, but I realized that I just didn't feel up to investing the time it takes to potentially just have to endure one.

So instead, as much as I no longer enjoy the foppish feeble series, I tuned in The Flash ─ episode seven ("Wildest Dreams") of final season nine.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

As usual, everybody is always able to intuit exactly what they need to know, even though the basis for why they come to their conclusions makes no sense whatever to any of us watching. Everyone chooses the most infallible choices in utter confidence, and it's always unquestioned by the others and always proves to ultimately be exactly the right selection.

At least it was somewhat interesting to see actor Nicole Maines again.

The episode may have ended around 8:30 p.m.

My next show ended around 9:35 p.m. It was Superman & Lois ─ episode 10 ("Bizarros in a Bizarro World") of season two. My source was another GOOJARA.to link.

Now this was a rousing, fabulous show! What a bloody dud The Flash is in comparison. Even the meaningless Christmas movie washed away. I made a damned good choice!

Had my fourth can of beer today not served so well, I was all set to hit the rum! But the episode was not long enough.

Right now at 9:48 p.m. I am going to brush my teeth and then see what time remains ─ you see, I am hoping to rise a 3 a.m. and hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground for some pull-ups and chin-ups. But I had best get brushing and stop yapping.

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Saner thinking prevailed. I decided that further drinking and time spent watching even a sitcom would jeopardize 3 a.m.

I only ate once today ─ that fairly meagre pre-noon meal I wrote of. I will survey what remains on the dining table after my early a.m. outing if it does indeed occur. A protein-rich feed of turkey would be wonderful. However, I will dispose of the contents of the two containers of leftover mashed vegetable matter if they are still there.

I hope the beer this evening does not betray my chances of sleeping well until 3 a.m., for right now it is 10:29 p.m.

Surviving Christmas ... So Far

Having had a second turkey-based meal yesterday late in the evening, the latter part of my night was affected by dehydration such that even though I did not retire until after 2 a.m., I began my morning around six hours later.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 9:10 a.m. to watch T.V. news and drink instant coffee.

After I joined him towards 10 a.m. when I had heard my wife exit her bedroom to occupy the bathroom, correctly suspecting that she was going to shower because she was scheduled with a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I soon got invited by my brother to start operation of our Android TV Box.

I tuned in a  52-minute (52:08) video streamed December 21 to Rumble's Man in America channel: The Sinister Plan to Crush Small Business — and Put You Under Corporate Rule.

Citizen journalist Ethan Faulkner joins me to expose the quiet dismantling of small-town America. As local businesses vanish, corporate giants move in, reshaping communities and consolidating economic power. We break down what’s happening on the ground, why mom-and-pop shops are being pushed out, and what this trend means for the future of American independence and self-sufficiency.
Ethan's Substack: https://constructamiracle.com/

My brother went upstairs midway through the video, and was there quite some while, returning with a pair of socks he then began to put on ─ he had also changed clothes. In so doing, he informed me that he was going to be busing to Langley to join up with possibly as many as four of his drinking buddies at a pub; and well ahead of 11 a.m., he left.

My wife had left on her sunny rather long drive around 10:30 a.m. 

At earlier joining my brother, I had fixed myself a mug of strong instant coffee spiked with Smirnoff vodka and Carolans Irish Cream. I was nicely buzzed, so I chose to watch a Christmas movie on T.V. while I still had use of it before Bev rose during the noon hour.

I chose 2018's Surviving Christmas with the Relatives. Actress Gemma Whelan sure looked fetching to me in her gumboots and rather short skirt!

I enjoyed the movie, and drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during it. Bev had to watch the last half hour or so of the movie before I relinquished the T.V. to her and then came upstairs here to my bedroom, soon taking a needed nap.

If at all interested, an online source for the movie is presently this uFLIX.to link. 

The nap served to allow me to sleep off the effects of the earlier drinking. Had I been left alone with the T.V., I would likely have kept drinking and watching more Christmas fare. It is dreadfully difficult for me to break out of the Christmas / New Year's binge drinking because of how maudlin and lonely I can become, although I do not feel particularly so right now at 5:03 p.m. following some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ I sure needed the activity.

But it is time to fetch some more of the turkey feast leftovers for what will be my only meal today, and then I will tune in a Christmas movie here on my bedside computer.

I shall be back later to finish this post.

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The first movie was actually short ─ a little under an hour. It was 2018's Click & Collect. I used this OK.ru link.

I had not yet eaten, so I had myself two cans of beer ... and I deeply enjoyed this sentimental romp, I must say. It reminded me of Planes, Trains and Automobiles, but on a much reduced scale, of course.

Also, I loved the inclusion of various Christmas music hits we all know from the radio that normally are lacking in Christmas movies. I was just disappointed that Chris Rhea's "Driving Home for Christmas" was not included, for it was so starkly appropriate ─ I kept hoping that I would hear it at some point. 

I had my supper after the ferature, and it was more than I probably needed. Beer was out of the equation.

So after pouring myself a glass tumbler (maybe just over eight ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Red wine (13% alcohol), I tuned in 2019's A Christmas Wish. Lead actress Hilarie Burton was pure delight. And I see by the fact that her name pops up in my list of past Blogger labels, I have enjoyed her before ─ most likely another Christmas movie.

However, I was not affected emotionally until very late into the movie, which is rather unfortunate, I suppose. Or maybe I'm just too drawn out now after so much drinking and poor hours.

With 13 or 14 minutes of the movie remaining when I finished the wine, I poured myself a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum, for it seemed likely this would be my final movie this evening, and I wanted to feel more punch from alcohol than I was feeling.

Incidentally, my source was another OK.ru link. 

The movie may have ended around 9:15 p.m., by which time I discovered that both my wife and my brother were home.

I opted to go for one further beer, but not a movie. I chose Wynonna Earp ─ episode 10 ("Life Turned Her That Way") of season four. It served, although I have been finding that my raw nervous system has me rather randy. My source this time was a GOOJARA.to link.

I considered another shot of rum, but I decided against it.

Right now it is 11:19 p.m. ─ I am going to clear up a few things left unfinished here on my computer and try to get to bed, but damn ... the urge to stray is overwhelming.

No Apologies

I believe that it was after midnight when I got to bed last night, at which point my brother was downstairs drinking alone as he watched T.V. by himself, Bev having gone to bed. I have no idea when he finally retired, but on top of the beer he had drunk, he polished off most of a 750-ml (25.4 ozs) plastic bottle of Smirnoff vodka.

I have no idea where the vodka came from ─ I only saw it this morning. Maybe my eldest stepson did come visiting last evening.

This morning after being awake for some time, I decided to let off some urinary pressure by visiting the toilet, and in so doing I checked the time ─ it was either 6:47 or 6:49 a.m. And although I did return to bed, I soon chose to rise for the morning on the chance that I might manage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups in the backyard tool shed, as well as the various squat-type exercises I engage to build up the strength of use of my lame right knee and the lower quadriceps muscles. I was unsure if I exercised at all yesterday ─ I don't believe that I did.

Well, by 8 a.m. I did visit the tool shed, for my younger brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom. It was lightly raining.

I was to discover that the muscles and such in my upper arms that are involved in doing pull-ups and chin-ups rebelled with painful discomfort, as if they were overtrained ─ for the life of me, I have no idea why. So all I managed was a single repetition in every set, but I held the dead hang of the final completed pull-up for a 45-count before my hands had almost slid off the two thick bars I was hanging onto.

When well after 9 a.m. my brother had still not shown himself, I boiled water for my day's first mug of instant coffee spiked with Lamb's black rum and Carolans. And I took control of the T.V. for when my brother did finally make his appearance.

Meantime while awaiting him, I tuned in a 45-minute video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: My Christmas Wish For All of You!

I watched until just past the 14½-minute Mark when David began singing "The Christmas Song" a capella. Actually I watched some of his singing until I realized that he seemed to intend to be doing the entire song, and that was when I tuned out ─ my brother was just then emerging from his bedroom anyway.

By that point it was already after 10 a.m.

I then tuned in a three-minute (3:03) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: So this is Christmas? 🎄John Lennon guilt trip! And also a six-minute (6:06) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's William Makis (Official Channel): MERRY CHRISTMAS 2025! A little update...

Switching gears entirely, I then tuned in Reacher ─ the premiere episode ("Welcome to Margrave") of season one. To my complete surprise, when it was done, my brother had enjoyed it so much that he requested the next episode ("First Dance"), so we watched that one, too.

Then when he requested "something short", I tuned in Blue Mountain State ─ episode two ("Promise Ring") of the first season. We had watched the first episode nigh a week ago, but at the time my brother never knew who actor Alan Ritchson was, so I wanted him now to compare the difference a dozen years makes.

Bev had meantime joined us midway through the sitcom, for by then it was around 12:30 p.m.

My brother again surprised me ─ without further ado, he started dressing to head off for a bus to meet up with one or more drinking buddies to play pool. There was no bloody way I could go anywhere in the public the way I felt, but at least he isn't lame like I am. But he will probably be blitzed tonight with all the alcohol that surely must have already been in his system from last night!

I left Bev with the T.V., and soon I was having an early afternoon nap, although I was tempted to instead tune in a Christmas movie and begin doing some further drinking here at my bedside computer, for I had earlier indulged in a second spiked instant coffee.

But had I watched a Christmas movie instead of napping, then I would never have likely been able to blog.

I had the nap, and then was downstairs fixing up my day's third spiked coffee when I had my third surprise today ─ my wife came into the house. I knew that she and her sons were getting together for a meal somewhere at 6 p.m., and I had figured that she was likely to show up, but it was still unexpected.

Once again, I declined involvement in the outing, for the boys were to have their girlfriends with them as well, and that was just a bit too much socializing for me to handle, especially in some public dining setting.

Besides, I really do want to do some drinking and get lost in some Christmas fantasy.

At present it is 5:19 p.m., and my wife is still home. Nevertheless, I am going to break from blogging so I can be set to jump right in when the opportunity to start watching a movie  presents itself at the point when she and her youngest son head out.

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I watched 2000's Life-Size. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was not at all a Christmas movie, but the sequel is; so I felt that I had to watch the original first.

I didn't realize that Lindsay Lohan was just a young teen of maybe 14 years old back in 2000. She seems to me like she should have been older. And what a beauty Tyra Banks was ─ my gosh! Her face was perfectly doll-like ─ flawless. In fact, her only physical failing by my estimation were her thin calves. That seems to be a problem area for Black women ─ they can have gorgeously developed physiques, but so often calves are their weak spot. The guys, too.

I began watching the movie before my wife and her youngest son had yet left, which they did not do until maybe the approach of 6:30 p.m., but I may be misremembering. Regardless, I leapt my bedroom door open until they had gone ─ I didn't wish to appear rude.

I drank a can of Sleeman's beer ─ my brother and I were gifted an eight-pack to share. I had taken four cans as my share, but I found the beer to be so weak (5% alcohol) as I watched the movie, that I chose to surrender the other three and have returned them to the carton downstairs ─ my brother can have them.

So I poured myself a good shot of rum that I drank to bring on the missing buzz, and then I got into a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ a six-pack was also included in the collective gift to my brother and I, along with a dozen of the Cariboo beers (5.5% alcohol) that are his current choice for maybe the past couple of years. In truth, then, he got the best of the deal where the beer is concerned.

Oh, well. I just wish that I knew if the vodka had been a gift to us both from my eldest stepson last evening if he was here ─ I would drink the three or so ounces still remaining!

Right now it is 7:28 p.m., so I am going to tune in 2018's Life-Size 2: A Christmas Eve ─ I will update once it has been enjoyed.

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Okay, I saw its flaws, and understand why it flopped. But Tyra was exceptionally believable after 18 years, even if no one else was involved in the movie, and the plot was rather radically different.

It was fun and even cheery, yet often quite touching to the point of my ol' eyes burning. Tyra was as beautiful as she was 18 years before ... but why didn't Lindsay Lohan want involvement? The time transition would have been spectacular.

I suppose the movie ended around 9:28 p.m., for I realized thereafter that the entire roster of diners had returned and were below. I ventured below, and lengthily socialized or engaged in converse between my brother and my eldest stepson, who is seemingly as 'aware' as he is a brawny young man of 31 years.

I never did socialize with either of the girlfriends. My wife had taken upon herself the task wining the young ladies in the lower den area along with her younger son.

Evidently considerable time did pass.

Finally all of the guests departed, and Bev and my wife both resorted to their beds for the night. I was by then of a mind to watch some T.V. and drinks with my brother, rather than just also ditching him, so I ventured a third episode ("Spoonful") of Reacher ... and that even led to my brother requesting two more episodes ("In a Tree" and "No Apologies") before my brother offered resignation for the night.

I am completing this post nigh 2:22 a.m. Saturday, December 27. But how else to finish?

Light Up

It was not too very far from 1 a.m. before I got to bed last night, if I am remembering correctly. But I slept reasonably well, rising when my 7 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed.

I went downstairs and set my Christmas gift for my youngest stepson on his computer desk in the den area; and I did the same for my younger brother, but on his favourite lounging chair in the living room.

I never managed to get anything for Bev.

If my eldest stepson shows up today, I have something for him.

My brother emerged from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m., I would say. I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before joining him, finding a 1.75-litre plastic bottle of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol) and a lottery scratch ticket gift pack awaiting me. I had left him two different brands of Scotch in 750-ml glass bottles as my gift to him.

I had to suffer through until maybe 9:40 a.m. the news programme he had playing on T.V. ─ maybe it was even 9:50 a.m. ─ before he finally invited me to start operation of our Android TV Box. I had been thinking that he had an NFL game lined up for 10 a.m., and I was all set to betake myself back to my bedroom if so.

So I tuned in a 48-minute (48:49) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: LED lights are DEVASTATING our bodies, here's why | Redacted w Clayton Morris.

LED lights are devastating. Devastating to our health. Those aren't my words. Those are the words of our next guest. Which I'll introduce here in a second. But think about how much our lives have changed over the last few decades. Think about now when you go to sleep at night, all of those little LED lights that are surrounding you while you sleep

Clayton's guest was Mark Baker. I don't know why his much longer video description does not make that identification.

Next I ventured to my brother if he was up to watching a light-hearted Christmas movie, and at his okay I tuned in 2019's Noelle.

It was absolutely charming, but I have yet to finish watching it. With at least 40 minutes to go, my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest. To that point I had enjoyed a couple of well-spiked mugs of hot coffee that I definitely feeling.

I decided that I might as well have my nap, since I would be eating nothing until the turkey feast my brother and Bev were to be preparing had been all cooked up.

By the way, my youngest stepson rose fairly soon after my brother and I had gotten together this morning. It seems that his girlfriend was coming to take him away ─ probably for dinner at her folks' place where she still lives. The young man produced a couple dozen cans of beer ─ three different types ─ and a bottle of white wine that he presented to us before he left. The wine would surely be  intended for Bev.

I'm sure it was likely a combined gift from him and his older brother.

Anyway, as I was returning to my bedroom for that nap, Bev emerged from the bedroom she shares with my brother, so it was good that I had not decided to watch the remainder of the movie by myself, rather than turning the T.V. off and coming upstairs.

So I was to have my nap, and thereafter I have remained upstairs thus far as I type these words at 3:30 p.m.

Bev turned on football as soon as she got downstairs, and I imagine that has been what has exclusively been on the T.V. My brother had joined her at some point during my nap.

The morning was bright and sunny, for it dropped below freezing overnight and all was frosty out. But the morning did cloud over; and just past 3 p,m. I could hear it raining outside.

At 3:03 p.m., by the way, I got a text from my wife wishing me "Merry Christmas", so I returned something similar to her, sincerely so.

I am going to break from blogging now and tune in a different Christmas movie on my bedside computer and do some drinking here in my bedroom after I close the door to best be by myself.

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I watched 2019's You Light Up My Christmas. My source was this OK.ru link.

I was not at all pleased when I realized that it was yet another Black-character Christmas movie. I never grew up around Black folks, and it was not in fact until into my early 50s when I started knowing any Black people ─ that was through work. So I just cannot directly identify with their family scene ─ I only know what T.V. provided by way of sitcoms and such.

Why have there been so many Black Christmas-based movies in my recent viewing? I think more than half of the movies I have watched centred around them in the last 10 or so I have viewed.

This one was pretty good, though.

One fault of Black Christmas lead actresses is that they tend to be ... plump. This one was Kim Fields. Sure, her face was very attractive, but she needed to have done a lot of work from whenever it was that she seemed familiar to me ─ some long ago sitcom of the 1970s or 1980s.

Whatever the case, it was, as said, an interesting enough story and definitely touching enough; and I got through two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I suppose that it finished around 5:30 p.m. at most. I then opened my bedroom door to work on this post update and a thing or two more. My brother once came upstairs to use the toilet, but said nothing either time he passed by my open bedroom doorway.

Football was still playing on T.V.

By the way, just before I shut myself into my bedroom for You Light Up My Christmas, Bev presented herself to give to me two $20 lottery scratch ticket gift packs ─ one being intended for my wife. As I said earlier, I had nothing to offer her in return, since I cannot walk far with my lame right leg any longer.

As one might suspect, the one-sided exchange made me feel miserly.

Right now it is 5:52 p.m., so I am going to break again for a time.

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My brother tapped on my bedroom door and then opened it nigh 6:30 p.m., asking if I was hungry ─ supper was ready.

From what I could tell, no one else had been around to partake. I know this likely weighed on him and Bev.

I came downstairs and loaded up a plateful with more than I thought I might be able to handle; meantime, Bev seemed to be keeping herself removed, and my brother ─ although I was upbeat and cheery enough ─ responded in a subdued manner to anything I socially said as I piled up my plate load.

Football was on T.V., of course.

Once I had my feed, I merely announced to him with perhaps a touch of merriment, "Well, back to my Christmas movies!" And upstairs I went.

I don't know if the two idiots are feeling snubbed by me ─ or if I should be by them. But if they want my bloody company on Christmas evening, then is it not up to the two fools to figure out that I am not going to spend the evening watching 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ football games just because they are into 'bread and circuses'?

It's Christmas Day ─ screw your damned football games! Watch Christmas movies, for Pete's sake!

They made their choice. An evening just like every other one they have each and every single day ─ except that my brother never bused away in the early afternoon to go social drinking, thereafter coming back to Bev blitzed.

Do they truly believe I want nothing more out of my life than sitting shut up all alone in my bedroom drinking alone and watching shows on my computer monitor?

Whatever.

I watched a 2019 movie called Rock and Roll Christmas. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

This was not the sort of Christmas movie I best lose myself into emotionally, but it was a nice story. It was also really nice watching actress Beverley Mitchell portraying the daughter of actress Catherine Mary Stewart.

I would say more concerning the movie, but I am shy on time.

It finished around 7:50 p.m., by which time it seemed that my brother and Bev were back to watching their old T.V. reruns ─ as I type this at 8:19 p.m., I can hear The Andy Griffith Show playing. Both of them have passed by my open bedroom door in making visits to the toilet, but only Bev has said aught ─ inviting me to go downstairs and have "seconds" due to how much food remains.

Truth to tell, during the movie I contemplated just going to bed once it was over, even though the huge plateful of food was not especially burdensome at all. I suppose that I could have more, but I will not. The problem is easily drinking. After I had finished my second can of beer I poured myself a glass tumbler (over eight fluid ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol).

So now what?

I could indeed go to bed, but I would likely be rather sleepless by 3 a.m.

I am going to watch a third Christmas movie ─ maybe this one will yield the emotional release I seek that is so addictively destructive where I am concerned in my situation in life. I want more drunken effect anyway ─ I am not feeling my drinking sufficiently hard.

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My final Christmas movie was 2019's Staging Christmas. And my source was this other uFLIX.to link.

I loved this one ─ it was the sort of movie I wanted! It made me want my own Soleil Moon Frye! The actress's name was somewhat familiar, but I cannot say why I may know if it.

Why was she always wearing sloppy clothes? The woman has gorgeous legs.

I also was deeply drawn to the token child in the movie, played by actress Mia Clark ─ why has the sweetheart only got four acting gigs to her credit? She was absolutely adorable.

I was so affected by the movie that I drank an additional two cans of beer ─ so, four in total this evening, plus the red wine. I came close to having a stiff shot of rum, since I had opened it this morning for the two spiked coffees (I had those creamed with Carolans Irish Cream, a bottle my brother likely had set out).

This wonderful Christmas movie ended ... maybe by 10 p.m. Right now it is 10:28 p.m. A little before, I think that I heard my youngest stepson enter the house, but I am unsure.

I intended getting to bed, but damn it! 'Tis a bit early. Toward that end I am going to tune in the last 40 or 50 minutes of Noelle, since my brother evidently lacks anything like the Christmas spirit that infects me ... fatally, I think.

I am going to find a source and watch it here in my bedroom before getting to bed. This time, I shall have some straight dark rum. 

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Before I tuned in Noelle, it sounded below like my brother might be talking with my eldest stepson in the kitchen area ─ the gym addict loves to eat, so maybe he was here?

I gathered up my gift for him and almost hobbled downstairs ... but then my asocial affliction seized firm control and I withdrew, shutting myself back up into the tiny sanctum of my wee bedroom with my computer that is my sole connection with the fake world I live within.

Was the 31-year-old here? I have no idea.

I tuned in Noelle at this GOOJARA.to link and watched what my brother had refused this morning. And I loved it ─ as said before, it was a truly sweet movie.

I made do with just a good shot of rum, although initially I was inclined to quaff it quicker and indulge in another.

And now I reckon I shall start shutting things down here on my computer and get to bed, although I am weirdly rather hungry ─ how? If it was possible to sneak downstairs to the dining table unnoticed, and load up at least another half-plateful of Christmas turkey grub, I would.

I am going to publish this post now at 12;01 a.m. and get to bed. I can always load up on some of that supposed organic turkey and whatever other fixings remain once I undoubtedly waken in the latter part of the night.

Still, I would like to drink more, too.

An Ultra-Lame Christmas Eve

It seemed to me as if I could have been awake for as much as two hours when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm finally chimed. My sleeplessness initially was the result of the onset of excruciating financial worries.

As well, last night my wife had invited me to join her, her two sons, and the boys' girlfriends for a meal in the Guildford area scheduled for 6 p.m. on Friday (Boxing Day). I had decided that I would not include myself, for it is far outside of my pathetic routine. I was also not fussy about adding myself to someone's bill ─ whoever was organizing this and paying the tab.

I am uncomfortable socially, and being seated for however long a meal like this would involve was also unpalatable. It seemed to me to be more an affair for a mother and her two sons, and their girlfriends ─ not the outsider I feel myself to be.

But I was feeling guilt over my decision.

Anyway, I rose at 6 a.m. because I was planning on visiting a credit union ATM and a pharmacy, both about half a mile from here. The pharmacy opens at 8 a.m. normally, and I wanted to see about getting further lottery gift packs if they had them, among other things.

It would have been an ideal venture, for it was even raining. But it was also a workday, so commuters would be out there regardless. At least schoolkids are all on Christmas break, so none of those would have been extant.

As 8 a.m. became nigh, I was vacillating, even though I was all dressed to go.

And then my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, and that was all the excuse I required to call off the hobble.

It turned out that my brother was only up as early as he was because he intended to get out this morning on errands, explaining that he wanted to attend them this morning because he was going to have take Bev out in the early afternoon on her errands.

And so we only watched two videos together via our Android TV Box.

I led off with a 26-minute (26:48) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why this interview with Pierre flopped...

Pierre Poilievre sits down for another interview that quickly turns into a familiar pattern — loaded questions, selective framing, and a clear lack of accountability for those actually in power.

This breakdown looks at how so-called “neutral” interviews become political weapons, and why Canadians are increasingly skeptical of MSM coverage of Conservative leaders.

Watch closely — the tactics matter.

The second video was 48 minutes and had been published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Russia, China CONDEMN Donald Trump - Venezuela Invasion For OIL.

I am not going to reproduce the disjointed video description ─ just go to the link to read it for yourself. The beautiful woman performing the interview is Rachel Blivens, and her guest was Mark Sleboda, neither of whom are familiar to me.

The video was sourced from this original YouTube video.

My brother's departure allowed me to have a fairly early light first meal of my day, and I was back to bed for my nap ahead of noon ─ he got back home around 11:30 a.m.

My wife apparently never had to work today. She was up by the time I finished napping.

I passed along my decision concerning Friday's outing for a 6 p.m. supper. It didn't break her heart, so I had no need for guilt. She even said that her oldest son had said not to force me to go if I was disinclined.

Having her home was to cost me $100, however. It never ends. But I was considering that sum anyway to help with paying the tab on that meal, if it was her idea for them all to get together (I still don't know).

My only exercise today has been the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed: two sets of pull-ups (3-1), two sets of chin-ups (2-2), and two sets of pull-ups between the thick bars of the playground ladder I am forced to use (1-1). I held a dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up for a 45-count before my hands had slipped too far off the top of the thick ladder bars.

My wife was not home to stay, leaving here shortly after 4:30 p.m. to go and visit her oldest son over in Burnaby where he lives with his girlfriend. She of course has other plans as well, and suggested that she might not be back before Friday.

I had been nurturing notions of maybe getting out this evening to visit the ATM and pharmacy, for the latter is open until 10 p.m. But this has been a bath day, so I first tackled that long chore. To my surprise when I emerged from the bathroom afterwards ─ possibly as early as 6:30 p.m. ─ I discovered my brother to already be home from his afternoon bus trip to do some social drinking.

Once again, his presence was sufficient to have me cancel my outing.

Actually, I have been wondering if I was going to get invited to join him and Bev downstairs so we could all watch Christmas movies like we used to do on Christmases when my brother would bring her here for a couple of days over that period. But here it is 7:23 p.m., and they seem content to watch their usual old reruns of M*A*S*H and whatever else seems to suit them.

Well, time is running out, for I am about to shut myself up here in my bedroom and start watching shows on my bedside computer ─ and doing some drinking.

I am going to break now and have a supper, then tune something in ─ I will return later this evening to finish.

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Shut up all alone here in my bedroom, I poured myself a glass tumbler of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) ─ that would be a little more than eight ounces of the delicious stuff.

And I tuned in the 2019 Christmas movie Grounded for Christmas. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was very enjoyable, but it never really started affecting me emotionally until very late into the feature. I stood here in my dark living room watching the several days of celebrations just ahead of Christmas going on in the Winter setting of the movie, the irony not lost upon me that I am here utterly alone drinking and watching a Christmas movie on Christmas Eve while my drunken brother and Bev watch their usual mundane garbage on my big screen T.V. that is off limits to me after midday now that she has been living here since late last February.

We don't even have on Christmas lights because I never saw to it ─ why? I am shut up in my tiny bedroom unable to see and enjoy them in the living room, and through the living room window enjoying them blinking away merrily around the open carport. I can see none of that here in my room, so why the Hell bother?

It is just another evening alone in my bedroom.

I suppose the movie may have ended around 9:40 p.m., at which time I opened my bedroom door while I tended to a few things here on my computer. My brother came upstairs once to use the toilet, but said nothing each time he passed by my bedroom door ─ he's apparently content ignoring Christmas Eve.

I cannot live another year like this. And me too 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ crippled to even walk anywhere far to do anything.

Right now it is 10:20 p.m. and I am going to tune in something non-Christmas or else I am going to be an emotional mess, for I want more drink.

By the way, the lead actress in the Christmas movie was unknown to me ─ Julianna Guill.

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It felt like a betrayal watching this sort of dramatic fluff, but I tuned in The Carrie Diaries ─ episode three ("Strings Attached") of season two. Nevertheless, the diversion succeeded, and I got rather caught up in the several storylines.

And it helps to have some very attractive ladies to drink in along with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My source for the episode was another GOOJARA.to link.

I'm unsure when the show ended, but it may have been around 11:20 p.m. at most.

I think I am done for the evening ─ no further shows or drink. Tomorrow is Christmas, and reportedly the turkey brought out last night to thaw is over a year old! I hope my brother and Bev know what they're doing.

She asked me early this evening if I knew what my eldest stepson & girlfriend were doing for Christmas ─ if they would be coming here at all, and hopefully have some of the dinner my brother and she intend to prepare.

But I haven't the remotest idea. I suggested that we needed to try and broach the subject with the young brother who still lives here, but he is damned elusive. He probably managed to flee somewhere for the evening before anyone spoke to him.

Incidentally, the turkey still has the price tag on it ─ I don't remember exactly, but it was between $11 and $12. No damned way a turkey can be bought for that anymore!

I am going to brush my teeth now and then wrap up whatever I have left undone on this computer, and get to bed. It may by then be before midnight or by midnight, but more likely it will be a little past midnight. Right now, it is 11:41 p.m.

How is this Christmas Eve? I feel none of it.Yet I want to quaff another can of beer just before I go to bed, but I shall not.

I only want to add that when my wife left late this afternoon, she gave me a good big hug.

No More

I felt none too well slept at all when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed this morning, despite having retired comfortably before midnight. What is it going to take for me to sleep soundly? Even at 6 a.m. I was awake and trying for another segment of sleep, probably dancing about on dreamland's outskirts.

It was approaching 8 a.m. before I went out to the backyard tool shed for a single repetition in each of six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I held the dead hang of the final pull-up between two bars for a 45-count.

And then I engaged the challenging partial one-legged static squats, as well as the 31 full flat-footed regular squats, holding the final squat for a 100-count before rising.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until nearly 9:30 a.m., so I had control of the T.V. via our Android TV Box. At his joining me, I turned in a 54-minute (54:19) video published two days ago to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Maria Zeee & Tajana Cekic Globalists are Attacking Canada. 19-Dec-2025.

https://rumble.com/v738iwg-canada-in-chains-the-totalitarian-model-spreads-ft.-tajana-cekic-daily-puls.html
Social media personality Tajana Cekic joins us to detail the harrowing reality of living in Canada today. Tajana, having fled war in Eastern Europe as a child, draws comparisons between that era and how western government's are behaving, exposing the blueprint of where this all leads next.
Tajana Cekic

After that I tuned in Route 66 ─ episode nine ("Layout at Glen Canyon") of the first season. The episode is available as of a December 30, 2023, upload to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E09 Layout at Glen Canyon (December 2, 1960).

Even before seeing her, I immediately suspected that I was hearing "Elly May Clampett" quite early on ─ and sure enough, actress Donna Douglas was indeed a bit player. What a gorgeous drawl that young beauty had ─ too bad she was barely seen in this episode. I wonder why she got so little use?

That was the final show we watched. My brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, confirming that he intended a drive to the government liquor store two miles away once he was rested.

I held off having my day's first meal until I had rested an hour or so, for I intended to ride along. It was to turn out that Bev was also going on the shopping trip for drink.

I was to buy another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt to add to the two dozen I bought locally early Sunday, but I also bought a four-litre box of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) to supplement my usual evening's two cans of beer when such becomes necessary ─ as it will be later today. I plan to lead off my entertainment with a Christmas movie.

Because of this strong desire, I forsook any light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I do have some guilt about that. But it seems justifiable considering Christmas is so nigh.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was up shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and was on her way about a half hour later.

The day has been overcast, but I cannot say that I noticed any rain at all.

It is now 5:18 p.m., and late enough. I am going to break from blogging for several hours and do some drinking and watching of shows here on my bedside computer.

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My Christmas movie was absolutely delightful!

It was 2019's Mistletoe Magic. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Within the first few minutes, I knew I was going to love this movie, and my eyes burned with some tearing in proper anticipation of what I was in for.

I was convicted that lead actress Jessica Sipos was known to me, even if her name was not. What a beautiful young woman! I cannot recall where she became familiar to me, but I do not doubt having seen her unique features before.

I also enjoyed her little friend and roommate, played by Alys Crocker. She was 'dumbed down' ─ that is, made plain; but I could tell that the lass was hot in her own right. I would love to see more of her.

The movie was a huge hit with me, and I could easily re-watch it at some point over the next three days in the right company ... but I shall not have it. A point in the movie struck me that ... no, I will not pursue where that was leading. I only know that I deserve the utter destruction that awaits.

I've got to get off this topic.

Suffice to say that I drank 1½ glass tumblers of the red wine I had bought earlier, and I am undeniably feeling it. The movie ended by 7 p.m., and Bev still seemed alone downstairs watching T.V.

He did show up a bit over 30 minutes later.

I next watched The Guardian ─ episode five ("Assuming the Position") of season two. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The episodes are always deeply involving; and this one finished with much left unresolved.

That was my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) swilled. The show finished by 8:30 p.m., so there had to be more, naturally.

The second can accompanied Midnight, Texas ─ episode six ("No More Mr. Nice Kai") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I was not at all happy that this series was succeeding The Guardian this evening, but it proved most effective at drawing me in and the realism of The Guardian was blotted out. I find the judicial system and law enforcement to be a farce in the present day, so I cannot align with their promotion.

It is proven that we must protect ourselves.

Regardless, that was the last drink of my evening, for I dare nothing more. I may attempt to rise at 6 a.m. to try and visit the local pharmacy or liquor store because I am so lacking on anything to give my wife Christmas Day ─ I have nothing.

I don't know what to do. What can one do when God despises him or her? That is what it is ─ put at its most simple.

It is presently 10 p.m., and I still want to drink. Who knows?

World's Best Team Kevin

When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded to get me up for an outing to the nearby elementary school playground to exercise, I just was not feeling up to cutting my night short, so I reset the alarm for 6 a.m. and returned to bed planning on some substitute backyard tool shed exercising once it became light enough outside to do so ─ i.e., no earlier than 7:30 a.m.

Well time of course passes, and eventually I kept finding myself putting greater effort into returning to sleep. Then I noticed that it seemed quite light outside.

I checked the time ─ somehow, it was 8:23 a.m.

How!?

I decided to check the alarm setting, but my cellphone indicated that the alarm was actually on and awaiting me to stop it. So I pressed the "Stop", and was dutifully taken to the setting area just in time to see the green activator at 6 a.m. switch off.

What the Hell happened?

Why did I have a sounding alarm at 3 a.m., but nothing from 6 - 8:23 a.m. when it was supposedly running continuously?

That was a bizarre long period of time in bed, I must say.

Anyway, I rose to find that my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V. news.

I researched what to be watching with him when I joined him after 9 a.m., and shortly after that hour I did just that, putting our Android TV Box to work after his invitation to do so.

I led with a 21-minute (21:07) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Canada, we're getting a little Satanic.

Tucker Carlson says Canada’s Medical Assistance in Dying (MAID) program crosses a line — calling it a human rights violation rather than compassionate care. In this video, I break down what he said, why Canada’s MAID policies are drawing international attention, and whether these claims hold up when you look at the facts. Is this about choice and dignity — or something much darker?

The next video was nearly 1½ hours (1:28:06) and had been published December 19 to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: Artificial Pandemic | The Highwire.

Today’s HighWire pulls no punches. Del breaks down HHS’s decision to withdraw funding from the American Academy of Pediatrics and the media reaction to RFK Jr.’s bold move. Jefferey Jaxen reports on the quiet return of flu lockdowns overseas—and the next pandemic narrative already taking shape. Then, Jefferey examines what’s truly at stake as the AI race threatens to replace human labor at scale. Finally, epidemiologist Nick Hulscher, MPH, joins Del in-studio to reveal new findings from a reanalysis of the Henry Ford “vaxxed vs. unvaxxed” data—results that could redefine modern public health.

Airdate: December 18, 2025

We finished with a 17-minute video uploaded December 18 to YouTube's Redacted channel: Another MIT Professor ASSASSINATED after he makes landmark plasma energy discovery | Redacted.

Nuno Loureiro was, until yesterday, MIT’s leading nuclear fusion scientist. His plasma research led to incredible clean energy breakthroughs... clean tech... no fossil fuels. Well he was murdered at his home on Monday.

My brother had a couple of phone calls, and I heard him tell someone that in the early afternoon he was slated to take Bev about on business of hers. I had been expecting that he would be making an early afternoon beer run that I wanted to participate in, so to me it sounded like Bev was going to be involved, which effectively kiboshed my plans. Who knows what all they would be involved with?

I was to have occasion to learn that he wasn't planning to go for more beer until tomorrow, so my opportunity was not lost after all. He had been planning to head into Washington State tomorrow to visit his daughter, but he reassessed and put that off until next week.

My wife ─ who had come home at some point last night after I had gone to bed ─ had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom soon past 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, managing to be on her way about a half hour later.

It may have been lightly raining at the time. We've been getting enough rain to keep things pretty wet.

I did not have much of an early afternoon nap, but it served. One would think that after the long night in bed that I had ─ surely over 8½ hours ─ that no nap would be required. But it's a habit. And besides, once I have a midday meal of any description, I like to take to my bed like some well-fed predator. I was going to suggest a snake, but I don't care for the reptilian comparison.

Ere it got dark this latter afternoon, I did visit the backyard tool shed and had some exercises. Specifically, two sets of pull-ups and two sets of chin-ups, and then two sets of pull-ups between the two bars of the child's playground ladder that I have to use for want of proper equipment (as said many times, the ladder is spread across some rafters). I'm weak now in my old age: just two repetitions in both of the opening sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, then a single pull-up in all of the other sets.

I did hold a dead hang for a 45-count after the final pull between the sides of the ladder, quitting because by then my hands were slipping too much from overtop the ladder's too-thick-to-grip bars.

Then I tackled the partial one-legged squats to seek to rebuild strength and ability of the atrophied lower quadriceps muscles of my damaged right knee. I also did the 31 full flat-footed squats, holding the final one for a 100-count before rising.

Right now it is 7:10 p.m. and I have had a filling enough supper, my second meal of the day. So I am going to break now and watch two or three shows here on my bedside computer while indulging in two or three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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My first selection was Crisis ─ the season and series finale episode 13 ("World's Best Dad") of the only season, obviously. I finally settled upon this NOXX.to link as my source.

Whether it is just the way I am feeling this evening or not, I enjoyed some previous episodes more. And in this episode as in others, too much defied believability. I am glad to be done with it all.

My brother was not yet home at its conclusion.

The next show I watched was a severe waste of 48 minutes ─ the series is in fact so damned dreary and senseless. I'm speaking of The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode nine ("Heroic") of season three. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The show ended at 9:49 p.m., and still Bev was downstairs watching T.V. alone.

Not desiring to go to bed with such a bleak aftertaste of entertainment polluting my ambience, I opted to watch a sitcom ─ and with nothing to drink beyond the second can of beer.

I watched Kevin from Work ─ the finale episode 10 ("Team Kevin from Work") of the only season and in fact the entire series. My reliable source was again a uFLIX.to link.

What a downer to have the series end with the source of Kevin's unrequited love about to accept a marriage proposal from the heedless beau whom she believed had set the stage for the miracle date Kevin had longed for all season!

But I still got the lift I needed.

The show ended before ... well, before 10:40 p.m., I am sure. My brother was not home, but my wife was. However, he showed up around 10:47 p.m.

I am going to conclude this post here. I won't try to get up at 3 a.m., but I will give 6 a.m. another shot, thereby determining if this morning's alarm failure was a one-off.

'Tis 10:56 p.m.