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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Saturday, 17 May 2025

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I never associated with my younger brother following publication of yesterday's post. Instead, I engaged debauchery and may not have gotten to bed until around 2:30 a.m.; but I will admit that the denouement was unusually extreme and will have undoubtedly reinforced this addiction of mine to seek a similar overwhelming flood of endorphins.

I now forget if I mentioned it last evening, but my wife had come home unexpectedly ─ she must have come home from working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I do not know what was up with her this morning, for she emerged from her bedroom soon past 10 a.m. to shower and such, and then around 10:30 a.m. left.

Did she have to work a full day, but slept in?

I did my best to sleep in, having no heart for anything else. For several days I had been considering doing some sort of local shopping early this morning, guilty though it made me feel insofar as the Sabbath is concerned. But then yesterday I heard it mentioned on morning T.V. that Monday would be the statutory holiday Victoria Day, so that was akin to having a second Sunday this weekend and thus saved me from Sabbath commerce.

Possibly I did not rise until shortly after 8 a.m. When by 9 a.m. my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, I went downstairs and took occupation of the T.V. Well past 9 a.m. I even began watching a 48-minute (48:38) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: UNDRIP AGENDA! BC, Canada Booting Residents With Wrong Blood Type Off Public Lands!!

And it is scheduled to continue...UNDRIP/DRIPA moves forward in BC, Canada as was warned about years ago. New racial segregation Off Of Public Lands (that tax payers of ALL Races CONTINUE to pay for) If you have the wrong blood type. ALSO First Nations now Get VETO POWER over economically vulnerable BC, Canada DURING A TARIFFS WAR due to Marxist NDP Government. Even BC Conservative leader John Rustad Is Speaking Out Again. Contacts as promised during episode:
env.minister@gov.bc.ca (Tamara Davidson)
irr.minister@gov.bc.ca (Christine Boyle)

My brother joined me somewhere around midway through the video.

I followed it with an eight-minute (8:18) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show channel: Mark Carney BOWS to TRUMP! Kanye DROPS a Hit…ler Song! + More.

Mark Carney’s first meeting with Donald Trump as the Prime Minister of Canada goes EXACTLY how you would expect… BAD! Meanwhile Kanye West has released his latest Hit…ler song. And lefties are losing their minds with RFK Jr’s suggestion of an autism registry. Welcome to the WEEKLY ROUNDUP! Where we revisit the most ridiculous news stories of the week.

A 59-minute (59:13) video streamed yesterday then followed ─ it was at Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Biowarfare 2025 Plans Revealed ft. Dr. Sherri Tenpenny - Daily Pulse Ep 27.

Dr. Sherri Tenpenny joins Daily Pulse for an exclusive look into factors that indicate biological warfare plans are still in play today, with one document indicating an attack in the U.S. in 2025. This comes as Singapore passes a law to jail people for refusing vaccines, and vaccine makers preparing for hemorrhagic fevers.

Next up was a 16-minute (16:38) video uploaded February 24, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Numbers Stations | Listen to Spy Broadcasts, Audio & Coded Messages.

NUMBERS STATIONS. Not a relic of the past. Intelligence agencies use shortwave to communicate with spies, agents and assets in the field. Right now. Today. Let's listen to a few and learn how to tune in from home -- for free.

Since World War One, numbers stations have been transmitting coded messages to spies around the world using shortwave radio. And they're still transmitting right now. We're going to listen to a few in this episode.

These transmissions sound strange to casual listeners. But to the right set of ears, they contain information that could change the course of history. In fact, numbers stations have changed the course of history.

Countless numbers stations are on the air right now -- for what purpose, few really know. And the people that do know? They aren't talking. They're essentially pirate stations -- operating illegally. But, nobody shuts them down. And no government acknowledges they even exist.

We almost got halfway through a documentary, but my brother requested its suspension so that he could return to his bedroom for bed rest prior to leaving for public transit to go social drinking. I'll report on this feature once we have fully watched it.

There was some early rain this morning, but I noticed some afternoon sunshine. Yet around 4 p.m. I could hear some rain again for a very short time on the car port roof outside my open bedroom window.

If as outlined earlier, I am to try to do some local early shopping both tomorrow and again on Monday, then it seems prudent that I not become involved with my brother these next two evenings to ensure that I both rise early enough to prepare myself for the ventures, but also that I not lose heart due to feeling too ravaged from a late night and perhaps a little too much drinking.

But Monday evening will mark that crucial turning point where evening shows with him are concerned, for its passage will spell two full weeks since we last watched any of our shows. If it happens on that evening that he is content to come home too late for my liking (after 8 p.m.), or else comes home before 8 p.m. and just shows his ongoing contentment to watch whatever it is that Bev has tuned in; then Tuesday morning I will be informing him that our evening arrangement these past half dozen or more years of watching T.V. series in common via our Android TV Box will have ended because I am keeping them on hiatus no longer ─ as of Tuesday in the latter afternoon after I finish blogging, I will begin watching those shows on my own.

He will thereafter lose all sense of continuity with them so there will be no sense in me of some evening tuning them in if he ever expresses the interest. He is going to have to settle on basic cable programming and Bev's evening companionship thereafter for good.

Okay, that now said, I am going to take a break from this post at 5:19 p.m. for some exercising that will include challenging my damaged right leg's knee area.

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Around 5:40 p.m. while exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom it suddenly began to rain hard outside, and then anon started hailing as well. It proved to be a passing thunderstorm, but happily any lightning occurred well after the storm had passed on into the distance.

I first heard my brother's voice in the house speaking with Bev no later than 8:09 p.m.

As he usually does, he changed his clothes in his bedroom, and then went downstairs to match his drunken wits with hers, so that was my cue to shut myself into my bedroom and find a source for Westworld ─ episode two ("Well Enough Alone") of season four.

I was to enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt.

Two sources I tried for the episode on my bedside computer stopped playing within the first eight minutes; my third choice played from that point flawlessly, but before I got it going, it inflicted two or even three advertisement tabs that hijacked me to other webpages ─ it was this MoviesJoy.onl link, so be warned.

A peek downstairs afterwards revealed my brother still conscious and watching T.V. with Bev.

It was too early to be getting to bed ─ maybe around 9:15 - 9:20 p.m.

I worked on this blog post update, but now at 9:46 p.m. I am going to watch something else while enjoying a glass tumbler of red wine.

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My choice was The Carrie Diaries ─ episode two ("Lie with Me") of series one. I am liking this series a lot! Heck, the conclusion almost had me tearing up!

I was going to start lauding actress Katie Findlay and why she attracted me so much as herself and the character "Maggie", but I have just discovered that the actress is a heterosexual farce ─ she is faking being a hurt girl whose so-far closeted Gay boyfriend has now just broken up with her because he knows he is incapable of consummating their relationship after two years, but cannot tell her.

But it's the actress who herself would have been breaking off the relationship, and I do not appreciate cons like this.

Well, at least tiny lead actress AnnaSophia Robb as "Carrie" is still the real deal ─ and so darned soulfully cute in those close-ups ─ those dreamy big eyes are to melt over!

My flawless source for the episode was this OK.ru link.

I filled my tumbler glass with wine a little fuller than I have done to date this past week, for previously I only needed the wine to last for the duration of a sitcom. I made it comfortably through this regular longer show.

A peek downstairs revealed my brother and Bev still watching T.V. together ─ well, good luck to them.

I am going to begin closing up shop now and getting to bed, for it is presently 10:59 p.m.

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