The Fixed Point

Sonofagun! I finished my early afternoon nap towards 3:30 p.m. to discover that my younger brother was home to stay for the second consecutive day, for he was already into his first beer.

So will the day turn out differently than yesterday, though? That is, will he be content to sit and watch the banal tripe that Bev will keep tuned in, or will he finally get his fill and invite me downstairs to put our Android TV Box to work so that we can watch episodes of some of our shows for a change ─ we last did so the evening of Thursday, March 13.

He had best not wait overlong. I will give him until 8 p.m. before I soon begin watching something here on my bedside computer while having a beer, and then getting to bed soon enough thereafter. I am not her replacement ─ I am never going to sit up in an effort to replace her because she has finally drunk enough white wine and has had to retire to their bedroom for the night.

Enough of 'the sour grapes'. I'm feeling somewhat disappointed for other reasons.

It came to pass that for at least a fourth consecutive night, my cellphone alarm proved unnecessary. Being awake, on a whim I checked the time and saw that it was something like 2:50 a.m., so I rose then.

I had thought that I might walk my damaged right knee over to the elementary school playground three or so blocks hence so that I could dare some pull-ups and chin-ups. Unfortunately, I posted an image to my Facebook account, and was then notified by Facebook that they had "added a notice" to my post because information in it was partly false, and they were endeavouring to stop the spread of false news.

Their "notice" they had added blocked out my image as if it was being hidden due to being unfit for any but consenting adults, and of course they had some old article from April 2022 that supposedly refuted the image's claim that it was not the vaccinated who were dying in excessive numbers.

So I took the time to do my own refutation of their lying old article, and added a Yandex search that I had made revealing article after article validating that the vaccinated are the ones dying in hugely excessive numbers. I put that response in a comment just beneath my post, because of course it is useless to try and discourse with anyone at Facebook.

Anyway, I wasted so much time that it was around 4 a.m. before I was ready to go anywhere, and I felt that it had become too late for the walk to the school ─ I was risking being abroad when the earliest bus commuters would be out.

So I chose just to follow my usual six-block route. It had rained earlier, so things were quite wet still.

What I was also to find to be discouraging was that my knee seemed to be stiffer and more inflexible and weak than it had been during my walk around 24 hours earlier.

I don't have the bloody time for apparent relapses like this. I was also to realize that even though I can elevate my leg unassisted anytime I wish to raise it onto something like my bed or the chesterfield downstairs, the lower weakened quadriceps muscles do begin to burn around my knee if I sustain the elevation or attempt an even higher raise.

Do I have tears in my quadriceps muscles? I have no certain and easy way of knowing. I have just checked the supposed Surrey Memorial Hospital wait times, and they are currently three hours and 50 minutes ─ no doubt after however long it first takes to get checked in. When I went to the hospital the day of my March 1st accident, the lineup to check in was such that it took over an hour for my turn.

I cannot go through this nonsense again.

Anyway, at least my five-foot walking stick and I had our walk; and I think that it was approaching 6 a.m. before I got back to bed, but I honestly cannot say that with assurance.

When later I checked the time shortly after 8 a.m. and rose, my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V. As ever though, I waited until after 9 a.m. before I also went downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of instant coffee and then to join him.

At his quick invitation to me to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with two of the most recent short videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel ─ both had been uploaded yesterday:

⭕ Mike Meyers and Carney get my elbows out of joint! (9:56)

Clip from my Livestream with Shadoe Davis.

Full video here:
https://www.youtube.com/live/DLxSP4XM...

⭕ Why is Maxime Bernier carving up Pierre on US podcasts? (8:16)

Both videos were segments from that longer video that exceeded 1½ hours. Why the Hell didn't it show up in Anita's "Video" list? It can only be found under the "Live" uploads, even though it is clearly a video. I had no idea of this, and would have tuned it in instead had I known that it existed.

Next I tuned in two videos from YouTube's Redacted channel ─ the first video was from yesterday, the second from earlier today:

⭕ "We helped Osama Bin Laden escape to Iran, and we knew 9/11 was coming" Congressman Curt Weldon (54:55)

Did the government assist Osama bin Laden after 9/11, taking him out of Afghanistan and hiding him in Iran?

⭕ Trump just SHOCKED the world and China is in real trouble | Redacted with Clayton Morris (13:38)

Trump just declared economic war on China. President Trump is officially invoking wartime powers to undo the decades of economic sabotage inflicted by the Clinton-Biden globalist machine. He's declaring war on the resource collapse in the United States -- the total gutting of American industry, the outsourcing of our critical minerals, and the handover of our energy security to the Chinese Communist Party.

After that I tuned in a long ─ at least 1½ hours ─ documentary, but my brother wanted to postpone the remainder after we had watched maybe the first third, so I will report on it when we have completed viewing it.

He then got his bed rest.

I wish that I had thought to ask him to buy me a couple litre cartons of whipping cream when he next went grocery shopping, for he was to take Bev out and do some grocery shopping, as well as replenishing their preferred alcoholic beverages. Now I am going to have to pillage his feeble coffee creamer at 10% butter fat as opposed to the extremely rich taste of liquid whipping cream.

We've had a somewhat wet day just as yesterday, so possibly that is again behind why he remained home instead of going off to social drink.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom this morning around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying with a shower and so forth, and was on her rather long drive by 10:10 a.m.

At this moment it is 5:25 p.m., so I am going to take a break from his post, and will report later whether I get that early evening invitation from my brother to put our Android TV Box to work.

★★★

I chose to watch something an hour earlier than planned because I just can't bear expending the drearily slow passage of time ... and I wanted to feel some alcohol.

So around 7:20 p.m. I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode eight ("Holding the Wrench") of season one. I gotta admit, it was good, and I was affected emotionally a few times!

My source was flawless at this LuluVDO.com link.

It is approaching 8:30 p.m., and my brother is apparently engrossed in one of Bev's favourite shows ─ whatever that game show is that's hosted by that buffoon Steve Harvey.

I'm going to watch one further show and have another beer ─ back shortly.

★★★

And now I have watched DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 10 ("The Fixed Point") of final season seven. And now at 9:18 p.m., my brother has just invited me to come downstairs and join him, so I asserted, "You've got to make it obvious!"

In other words, it is not for me to come downstairs and be expected to overrule Bev and start watching what I want. He's got to be up front and totally forward with her first.

The episode I watched was good, and I enjoyed the second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), although not quite as much as the first. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Well, crap. I have just discerned that Bev is shut up in their bedroom watching T.V. there. Consequently, I reckon I am going to go downstairs and finally watch a show or two shared in common with my dense brother.

And drink more unneeded beer.

It is 9:29 p.m. Enough for today.