Abandoned Rangeland

No setting of my cellphone alarm last evening ─ bedtime was too late. Even my wife had come home from work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Nevertheless, by 5 a.m. sleep was no longer easy to achieve, so I decided to quite wasting time and rise ─ my first duty was to water the backyard and front yard garden plants. Only thereafter did I boil water for a mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

Note that at one point I saw the new local resident ─ a wild rabbit ─ go scampering across the cul-de-sac. 

I should have had my backyard tool shed exercising first, for an hour later I had declined abominably. I was so overcome that I had to lie my aching body onto my bed with my bedroom darkened.

Initially it was exquisite, for I had been so inflexibly and painfully stiffened that I couldn't even conceive of loosening up.

But there was a danger in just lying there overlong, for I craved to just go back to bed and seek further sleep. Consequently, I doubt I dared as long as 10 minutes, and then forced myself to go outside to the tool shed.

It took some while yet to collect myself ─ even after the 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted squat held in the squat position for a possible 100-count).

But eventually I was able to endure what has become my norm of late in the shed ─ three and then two repetitions in the first two sets of pull-ups, the same numbers in the next two sets of chin-ups, and then a single pull-up performed between two bars in each of the final two sets, with the completed final pull-up's dead hang held for at least a 70-count.

I came back into the house to find my younger brother already up with the T.V. on. It was not yet 8 a.m.

I let him watch T.V. until 9 a.m. before joining him.

When he soon enough turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 10-minute (10:21) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show: Top 5 GAYEST Pride Month Moments!

Welcome to the rainbow-fueled extravaganza that no one asked for and no one wanted. We’ve rounded up the Top 5 Gayest Moments of Pride Month, and yes, it was almost impossible to pick just five (the glitter alone was overwhelming). So prepare yourself for a dazzling countdown so flamboyant it makes Richard Simmons look straight.

I followed up with a 24-minute video uploaded earlier today to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: De-Dollarization - How Iran Challenges U.S. Dollar Dominance and The Petrodollar System.

U.S. DOLLAR COLLAPSE - FOLLOW THE MONEY

Geopolitical Economy Report

Iran has used its status as a leading oil and gas producer to promote de-dollarization, rejecting the United States dollar and trading with China, Russia, India, South Africa and other BRICS members in their national currencies.

Ben Norton explains the European controlled nations, economic war on Iran, and Tehran's response.

Something different was next: You ─ the series "Pilot" episode.

I never read up on the series, so I was unsure what was going on; but as nice as Joe seemed, I quickly began sensing that he might be a stalking psychopath, even though he is basically narrating all the way through the episode as if he is talking to us.

I was never a fan of the T.V. series Dexter and quit watching it during its first season, I believe, so I am not interested in something similar.

We finished up with the last hour or so of a video we had cut short yesterday in favour of my brother's bed rest. At over 1⅓ hours (1:23:57), it had been streamed June 3, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who is Buell Wesley Frazier?

In 1963, Buell Wesley Frazier was a nineteen-year-old order filler at the Texas School Book Depository. He trained fellow employee Lee Harvey Oswald and drove Oswald to work occasionally, including on November 22, 1963. After witnessing the Kennedy assassination, Frazier was detained and questioned by Dallas police. He later testified at length before the Warren Commission, particularly regarding the package he observed Oswald carrying on the morning of the assassination.
This is the official narrative, but is there more to the story?

Following that video, 'twas time for further bed rest for my brother.

I suppose that it was likely at least midway through the noon hour before I sought my nap. When I rose ─ I'm guessing around 2:15 p.m. this extremely warm and sunny day ─ my brother and Bev were not here. She was going to take in her social assistance application today, so that had to have been on their agenda.

I forgot to take note of the time when I was outside in the backyard sunning, but I think that it may have been no later than 2:30 p.m., and I expect that I must have come close to amassing 1½ hours.

To my surprise when I came back into the house, my brother was watching T.V. with Bev, and was into his first can of beer. In other words, he was home to remain.

It is presently 7:24 p.m. and I am going to take a break to watch something here on my bedside computer and enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I neglected to mention that my wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom no later than 9:30 a.m. and was away on her fairly long drive before 10 a.m.

Okay, I was to enjoy two beers over the course of watching two shows this evening, the first being FBI ─ episode one ("Abandoned") of season seven. It was pretty darned exciting!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My next show was along the same vein. This time, FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 18 ("Rangeland") of season four. I found this one to be even more interesting, 'Country Boy' at heart that I am.

My source was similar ─ another GOOJARA.to link.

It has become later than I anticipated, so I must call a close to this evening and get to bed ─ I will not be setting my alarm for the wee a.m., for it is already 10:19 p.m. 

Titans

My cellphone alarm was set for 5 a.m. this morning, but I was awake well before, rising around something like 4:21 a.m. The plan was to try and get out to do some grocery shopping at No Frills about half a mile away ─ the store opens at 8 a.m.

My youngest stepson was still up ─ I don't know what's going on with that guy.

I watered backyard and front yard garden plants before finally having a mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

It was obvious that this was going to be a clear, sunny day.

Around 7:20 a.m. I finally had to lie down and rest my eyes, hoping that this would benefit me and not find my decline enhanced.

Suffice to say that it was at least a couple of minutes after 7:50 a.m. before I got away on the walk. Fortunately, everything went rather well, and I only had to coincide with one other pedestrian ─ this was during my walk back for home.

I probably would not have gone had I not gotten nicely coloured from sunning yesterday afternoon.

My stepson had retired at some point before I left home, so no one was up when I got back. My wife had come home last night, incidentally, following work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I remained up, and had control of the T.V. by 9 a.m. because my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. He was in fact not to do so until nearly 10 a.m.

By then I had been watching filler, but when he joined me I tuned in a video exceeding 1½ hours (1:38:13) that had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Marjorie Taylor Greene: AIPAC, NYC’s Future Mayor, and the Warmongers Trying to Undermine Trump.

Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene on how many of her colleagues in Congress seem loyal to a foreign power, and why that’s disgusting and immoral.

What an honourable and beautiful human being this lovely woman is! I would eagerly vote for her if I lived in her part of Georgia.

For what it may or may not be worth, I next tuned in a 20-minute (20:13) video uploaded February 14, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Weather Modification & Geoengineering - Documentary.

With an introduction from David Icke discussing Agenda 21, HAARP, chemtrails, and the global climate modification model, this brief documentary takes a look at the history of weather modification, which has been provably going on for more than a century.  The patents for these weather modification technologies are readily available.  Icke also talks about chemtrails, what they are, and what their purpose might be.  Have chemtrails been debunked as contrails?  Is there a difference between chemtrails and contrails?  Is there some sort of conspiracy?  Chemtrails will be exposed and explained.

Agenda 21 - Agenda 21 is a 700-page document divided into 40 chapters that have been grouped into 4 sections:

    Section I: Social and Economic Dimensions is directed toward combating poverty, especially in developing countries, changing consumption patterns, promoting health, achieving a more sustainable population, and sustainable settlement in decision making.

    Section II: Conservation and Management of Resources for Development Includes atmospheric protection, combating deforestation, protecting fragile environments, conservation of biological diversity (biodiversity), control of pollution and the management of biotechnology, and radioactive wastes.

    Section III: Strengthening the Role of Major Groups includes the roles of children and youth, women, NGOs, local authorities, business and industry, and workers; and strengthening the role of indigenous peoples, their communities, and farmers.

    Section IV: Means of Implementation: implementation includes science, technology transfer, education, international institutions and financial mechanisms.

We also hear from the director of the National Weather Service, Dr. Louis W. Uccellini, at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, though he seems strangely ignorant of many current weather modification programs.  He answers questions about cloud seeding by talking about programs from 40-50 years ago.  Also includes a few comments from Storm Prediction Center Director Dr. Russell Schneider.  Unfortunately the answers these two gentlemen provide are not accurate, and the rest of the video shows us why.  NOAA Weather Modification Forms must be filled out by the private sector before attempting weather modification.  These forms must be approved by NOAA, and the results have to be reported.  This can be found on the NOAA.gov website.

And we got into one further video, but had to cut it short so my brother could have further bed rest.

My wife only had to work the latter part of the day, so I had some interaction with her. She was not in the least impressed with my plastered brother and Bev last night, fighting in their bedroom like they sometimes do when they are both stupid drunk ─ my brother especially attains that state.

My wife also mentioned that she is displeased about my brother using the bathroom's toilet instead of the toilet in his master bedroom ─ ever since we moved Bev in here late in February, he has taken to using the bathroom that my wife keeps clean. Evidently his urine tends to smell pretty bad.

But on a more pleasant note, just before she left no later than 2:30 p.m. for work, she excitedly approached me with the statement, "Guess what I saw in the backyard?"

I knew, so I responded, "A rabbit?"

For about 10 days now, there has been a probably wild brown rabbit haunting this area. I last saw it maybe three mornings ago. There are no wild areas around ─ just homeowners' yards, so I don't know just how it's making do. Somebody must have brought it around here and let it go, or else it escaped.

I got in around 1½ hours of brilliantly sunny sunning, beginning a little before 2:40 p.m. and lasting to 4:07 p.m.

And thereafter I lost even more time ─ first through my own folly, and then helping Bev with her social assistance problems. I finally printed out a form she will have to complete and then turn in tomorrow.

As a result, I only had time for one show this evening here on my bedside computer ─ and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% to go with it). When I was sunning, I foolishly believed that I might have time this evening for a movie as well as a show.

But at least the show was long ─ just over 50 minutes without commercials. The show was the premiere episode of Titans.

It was unexpectedly interesting and even exciting! But can it be sustained?

Whatever the case, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I must quit blogging and get to bed ─ time has badly run away on me. I don't see how I can possibly have an early a.m. outing to visit the nearby elementary school playground. It is  10:28 p.m., and I have not even begun shutting down the various tabs on my four open browsers, nor any apps. Consequently, I will not set my cellphone alarm.

I Used to Love the Night Life

There was no attempt to rise early overnight for exercise of my damaged right leg nor of my upper body over at the nearby elementary school playground, for I was not willing to put in the bother only to find that it had all gotten wet from an earlier rain shower.

Still, I was awake and could have risen a little past 3:30 a.m. And at 5 a.m. I checked the time because of how light it was outside ─ I thought that it might be an hour or more later than it proved to be.

It's not at all easy for me to sleep in.

I don't think that it was any later than 6:30 a.m. when I did rise for the morning. And after a mug of hot instant coffee with the works, around 7:30 a.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed for what has become the usual performance out there: 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one held in the squat position for a 75-count before the rather painful rise); and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I will not be exceeding the low repetitions in the pull-ups and chin-ups any time soon, for it is all I can manage to even force out those: three and then two repetitions in the opening two sets of pull-ups; the same count for two sets of chin-ups; and then a single pull-up in each of the final two sets performed between two bars, with the dead hang of the final pull-up held for a 75-count.

My wife had come home last night after a two-night absence, by the way.

My younger brother rose somewhat around 8:30 a.m., and soon enough had the T.V. playing while he enjoyed his first instant coffee.

I joined him fairly soon after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with Anita Krishna's two latest videos at her AnitaK YouTube channel ─ both had been uploaded yesterday:

⭕ Fit to lead? --- Meet Carney Canada's New Public Health Lady. (10:16)

As Teresa Tam steps down from her position as Federal Public Health Officer of Canada, a new president steps in, Nancy Hamzawi

⭕ Trump Ends Trade Talks w/Canada : Digital Service Tax Explained in 5 min. (5:04)

ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶ℊℯ is utterly disgusting ─ he needs to be eradicated from the Canadian political scene forever.

My next video choice was almost 1½ hours (1:28:17) and had been streamed June 25 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Everything You Need to Know About the Minnesota Assassinations and Tim Walz Destroying His State.

Liz Collin is one of the last objective reporters in Minneapolis. She says the political assassinations you’ve read about there probably aren’t what they seem.

I was unfamiliar with Liz, but I really liked the well-spoken, attractive woman! This is her X (formerly Twitter) account. And her The Fall of Minneapolis website.

To my surprise, this was to be the final video ─ at 11 a.m. my brother left to catch a bus and rendezvous with a drinking buddy, thereby commencing his daily social drinking.

As for my wife, she never emerged from her bedroom until around 10:10 a.m., but she showered and otherwise readied and left here just after 10:25 a.m., but I have no idea if she had a full day scheduled for work at The Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time or not. Heck, she usually leaves before 10:10 a.m. 

The morning had been rather heavily overcast, although by 11 a.m. I was seeing some distant blue sky.

I had my early afternoon nap, rising just past 2:30 p.m. to what seemed almost entirely blue sky ─ and I could not pass it up. I was soon out into the backyard to sun; and began doing so at 2:54 p.m. after some decision-making, for the entirety of the northern sky was covered with heavy dark cloud.

I was lucky in that I may have acquired nigh 1½ hours of decent sunning before cloud had worked its way over to bring extended shadowing. It was not the dark northern cloud cover, but it was still massive enough.

Tomorrow and the next few days are promised to be sunny, so I am ready for those ─ this afternoon's sunning was entirely unplanned.

It is presently 5:57 p.m., and I am going to break now from this post for some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I have yet to eat anything today, but likely I will first watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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First I tuned in iZombie ─ episode three ("Five, Six, Seven, Ate!") of season five.

I have been extremely attracted to lovely Rose McIver and those fabulously muscled legs of hers ever since this series was current, but never before have I seen so much of those gorgeous legs displayed!

What a package this young woman is!

The scene of her helping to try and train "Ravi" to be her competition dance partner was absolutely spectacular ─ provided that the YouTube link remains viable, you can get a good sense of what I mean in this video.

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

I enjoyed a can of beer during the show, of course. And then I went downstairs and rounded up a quick supper ─ a little more than I intended.

Then with that eaten, just before I tuned in my next show, around 8 p.m. or soon after my brother showed up. Nevertheless, I shut myself back into my bedroom and began playing The 100 ─ episode eight ("How We Get to Peace") of season five.

I am so damned sick of ruthless murdering "Octavia" that I can barely stand the series anymore ─ I want the bitch dead. That her brother and Clarke would actually submit "Octavia's" underling "Cooper" to the nightmarish death they delivered upon her just because they felt too bad about giving "Octavia" a quick death disgusts me.

Hell, I don't care if both of them bite it as well ─ I am becoming truly fed up with some of these seemingly indestructible losers who seem to always make the wrong 'life or death' choices for the lesser characters.

If interested, my viewing source was another GOOJARA.to link.

When the show was done after 9 p.m., I peeked downstairs and saw that my brother was passed out, Bev watching whatever they had on T.V. by herself. He revived after some time, though, and came up to their bedroom and then commenced launching into one of his seeming five-minute roaring sneezing fits that is a peculiarity of his drunken state.

I'm going to get this post published and soon get myself to bed, although at present it is still a little too light outside. By the time I brush my teeth and then wrap things up with each of the various browsers and their tabs that I have open, it ought to be late enough by then.

It is 9:51 p.m. at this moment.

Wasted on the Young

The plan when I went to bed last evening was to sleep as best I could, remaining in bed in the stead of any outings.

It could have been as late as 10:30 p.m. when I got to bed, but by 5 a.m. this morning I was feeling sufficient discomfort preventing further sleep that I paid a visit to the toilet.

Then I returned to bed until finally checking the time and getting up for the morning at 6:25 a.m.

Around 7:30 a.m. I forced myself out to the backyard tool shed for some exercising ─ the usual 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one held for a 75-count before forcing an unassisted rise) and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The pull-ups and chin-ups are not progressing. In truth, it is all I can manage to maintain my current bests with a 30-count between sets: three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; the same numbers for the next two sets of chin-ups; and a single pull-up between a pair of bars in each of the last two sets, holding the dead hang of the very final pull-up for a 75-count.

By the way, my wife never came home last night ─ the second such consecutive night.

My younger brother was not to show himself this morning until possibly as late as 9:20 a.m., so I of course had control of the T.V.

We were to finish watching the video we left from late yestermorn ─ Joe Rogan's interview of Bernie Sanders. Honestly, Joe is more in tune with what's going on than is Bernie ─ by far.

Then I tuned in a 1½-hour video published June 23 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Thank God Trump Brokered a Ceasefire. That’s the Last Thing Mark Levin Wanted. 

There is no video description, and the title does not indicate it, but Tucker's guest was Clayton Morris of Redacted fame.

That video brought us to maybe 11:20 a.m., but I risked tuning in a movie I had previously downloaded. Unfortunately, the sound was poor where dialogue was concerned, and there was one early stretch where the video had some defect and quit displaying properly. Between those flaws and my brother's inattentiveness that even had him leave the room for a couple or more minutes, he announced that he was going back to his bedroom for some rest because the movie "wasn't doing anything for [him]".

I will probably try to watch it later today here on my bedside computer and report on it afterwards if I manage to find a good source.

The day has been heavily overcast, but I haven't been monitoring it to see if it ever managed some rain nor if there were any sunny breaks.

At present it is 4:40 p.m. It is a bath day, but I think that I will first squeeze in some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom ere taking care of that chore.

And so I will break here for now.

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I watched the movie spoken of earlier, and found a better source. The download I had tried watching with my brother had featured French subtitles ─ even when there was unseen texting that was being displayed on the screen for the viewer to follow along; but since the downloaded movie only displayed French, the texting was unknown to me and my brother. Heck, I didn't even know that the French subtitling was because of the texting ─ I thought that maybe it related to some background conversation or something else.

The early part of the movie ─ maybe as much as 15 minutes ─ was quite uninteresting. It wasn't until a cute young blonde girl seemed to be getting set up for something sinister at a teen party.

I may as well mention the movie ─ 2011's Wasted on the Young. I had evidently downloaded it because it featured cute-as-Hell Geraldine Hakewill ("Chelsea" of T.V. series Wanted fame) in a supporting role.

The main star in this movie was a gorgeous young blonde named Adelaide Clemens whose Wikipedia image is most unflattering, for these are better photos of her:

I had believed that her character was murdered early into the movie, so it was a relief for me that she later reappeared.

I quite got into the movie, and withheld opening a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) until at least the 28-minute point of the movie, so I made that one do for the movie's duration. However, I did not in the least understand what was going on at the movie's conclusion ─ the scene with the two step-brothers alone, the "evil" one tied to a chair or something with his brother seated next to him, while the former brother was thrashing about hysterically.

Only after later reading Wikipedia's description did I understand.

If interested, my movie's online source was this uFLIX.to link. 

After the video's conclusion I had my bath and then some supper.

My brother was still not back from wherever he had bused to do his nearly daily social drinking, so I next tuned in The Beautiful Life: TBL ─ episode four ("The Beautiful Triangle") of its only short season. My source was this VKvideo.ru link, although you should be able to find a source on YouTube.

The powerful sexuality of actress Jaime Murray keeps blowing me away!

The show allowed me another can of beer.

My brother was still not home at the episode's conclusion, but he soon did get here around 10 p.m., by which time I ensured that I was shut up here in my bedroom.

It's later than I anticipated ─ 11:21 p.m. ─ I have got to get to bed.

Evil Dragon and Trojan Horse

It was already a little past 10 p.m. last night when I got to bed, so I only reluctantly set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. to get me up for an outing to work my badly damaged right leg, and to have some exercise at the elementary school playground ⅜ or so of a mile away.

Yet a point arrived overnight when I felt suspiciously awake, so I peeked at the time. Incredulously, I found that it was only 1:44 a.m.

I settled back into bed to try and sleep, but after a few minutes I understood the futility of it ─ I could well still be awake by 3 a.m., so why not just get up and have an especially early start on things if I actually did not feel particularly ill rested?

When finally I did get on my way, I saw that my wife had not come home.

The sky was overcast, and the night air only vaguely cool. I hoped highly to find the playground equipment perfectly dry of condensation, for I felt nearly inspired that I might manage to break my recent opening bests at the school of six pull-ups.

But the equipment was damp.

And even when I used my bandana to vigorously wipe the two jungle gym monkey bars dry that I wanted to use, there just seemed to be an ineradicable vaguely damp sheen to the metal, almost as if it was sweating out a hint of moisture from within.

This was even borne out when I gripped a bar to begin a set of pull-ups ─ my hold almost imperceptibly began to slip such that I felt my hands not properly locked to the bar.

On top of that, I felt heavy.

Of late when I have managed opening sets of six pull-ups at the school, the first pull-up felt almost as if I was getting an assist in lifting me up.

But not this time ─ I was discouragingly heavy.

It was only with extreme effort that I managed four pull-ups as my maximum. However, all else were the same: two pull-ups in the next set, and then three and two chin-ups in the next two sets.

And maintaining the 30-count between sets, I had the usual single pull-up in both sets on the gymnastics-style rings.

Back again to the monkey bars, I managed a set of two pull-ups between two of the bars, holding the dead hang of the second pull-up for just a 35-count due to the miserable inexorable slippage. So I had one final set of another pull-up between the two bars, and held the hang on that one for another 35-count.

Over at the cement ramp, I got in seven slow full-range decline push-ups before readying and making the slow walk back to home.

I managed to get back to bed just ahead of 5 a.m., having dispensed with any watering of front yard garden plants, for the online weather forecast called for an overcast day with possible showers by evening and overnight. However, at this moment at 5:02 p.m., conditions outside seem no nearer to shedding any rain than they have all day long, and the bloody unrestrained South Asian brats are out in the cul-de-sac making their usual racket.

I'm hoping hard for rain ─ and soon. I want some peace this evening.

As for this morning, mine began ... let's just say around 8:15 a.m., for I now forget the actual time. My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I did not venture down to join him until a little after 9 a.m.

It was around 9:15 a.m. that he finally turned the T.V. over to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box. My lead choice was an hour-long (1:05:32) video published earlier today to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: The Covid Cover Up with Tanya Gaw and Dr Peter McCullough, June 25, 2025.

Dr Peter McCullough provides an update on the ongoing pursuit of justice related to the COVID-19 pandemic in America. A leading expert in cardiology and epidemiology, Dr McCullough has authored over 700 publications indexed in the National Library of Medicine and has played a prominent role in national and international discussions on the safety and efficacy of COVID-19 vaccines. He has testified multiple times before the US Senate, the European Parliament, and other governmental bodies, bringing attention to critical public health concerns.
In this episode of the Empower Hour we will review the risks and outcomes associated with COVID-19 vaccines such as myocarditis, rapid cancers, miscarriages, the phenomenon of vaccine shedding and promising updates on treatments.

There are a number of website references linked to at the actual video description, so refer to it if interested.

My next video choice was closer to two hours (1:51:58), and had been published two days ago to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast channel: Joe Rogan Experience #2341 - Bernie Sanders.

Bernie Sanders is the senior United States senator from Vermont. See him live on the Fighting Oligarchy tour.
https://www.berniesanders.com

We had to cut short on the video so that my brother could get some bed rest, but he only requested to "save it", so I expect that we'll finish watching it tomorrow.

I had quite a decent meal and then was to bed for my nap before my brother had yet re-emerged from his bedroom for the remainder of the day. When I did get up, it was (I think) after 2:30 p.m. and he and Bev were not here. It turned out that they had made a drive to the liquor store, but they also stopped at a medical clinic to see about some past medical test she had undergone but never got updated on.

The reason: the doctor she had been involved with had retired.

I don't know if anyone else at the clinic was able to tell her anything, but if she wants to make an appointment with a new doctor she has to do so online.

Isn't that wicked? You cannot even walk into one of these places anymore and get seen by a doctor!

Hey ─ at 5:35 p.m. I have discovered it to be lightly raining outside, and there are no noisy brats out there causing my disturbance!

I am going to break from this post now and have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, and then round up a small supper and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer whilst enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I was wrong about much reprieve from the incessant whining and bawling of the infernal spoiled neighbourhood family's wretched coddled brats.

I can't bear this for all of the Summer and then the Fall ─ I will grow murderously berserk!

I was to watch two shows, and had as many cans of beer.

The first show was Too Close to Home ─ the season one episode eight finale ("The Evil Dragon").

Man, if I could be a young man again, I would cherish the honest love of any of those three sisters!

This was the first that I learned that their father had sexually abused all three of them, and that two of the sisters bore his children. I think that the two kids ─ teens Mac and Rebel ─ overheard and probably learned of this for the first time.

Also, Valerie ─ former Black best friend of 'fallen' Annie of the White House shame ─ got so damned bloody on my nerves with her endless mouthings-off and bitching that she was actually repelling me. And then she softened up and started acting coy with handsome and hulking Brody; and damned if Valerie didn't actually come across to me as seductive ─ she'd have had me!

What the Hell's wrong with me?

My source for the episode was this MoviesJoy.onl link.

Next I tuned in Severance ─ season two's episode five ("Trojan's Horse"). Actress Britt Lower as character "Helly" very much attracts me, but the scene where she returns to Lumon and storms about Lumon with such a physically powerful swagger that had I been younger, I would have displayed arousal ─ what a magnificent piece of phenomenal acting by her!

But I don't get her seeming appeal for character "Mark" ─ are the producers of the series making actor Adam Scott somehow look unnaturally weak-mouthed and weak-chinned, or does he really look that pathetically feeble?

How could a 'hot' woman like actress Britt Lower realistically be paired with such a pathetic-looking weakling like actor Adam Scott appears to be? There is not a shred of strong character in the guy's face ─ what's to be attracted to and loved there?

It makes no sense to me.

My source for the episode was this Tvids.tv link. As usual, I was prepared for what seemed likely to be a Stakes Casino website being forced open as a new browser, so I quickly shut it down before it loaded. That's the only complaint I presently have concerning Tvids.

My brother was still not home when the episode finished, but around 9:42 p.m. I finally heard him come into the house.

I am going to get to bed fairly soon once I publish this post, but I have no plans to rise early overnight for an outing because the elementary school playground equipment cannot surely be usable. Showers are still being shown as possible into the a.m., so I see no way for any useful drying to take place.

I need secure handholds in order to have optimized pull-ups, chin-ups, and dead hangs. Failing that, I may as well just sleep as best I can and have some token backyard tool shed exercise once it becomes light enough to see out there.

Enough blogging. It is 10:12 p.m.

Vera Transformation Outlaws

Perhaps I set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. last night; but if I did, I later awakened well before then and concluded that I would feel too in need of sleep to be sensibly arising at that time for any outing, and so I cancelled the alarm.

As it turned out, I was to spend over eight hours in bed ─ I do not believe that I even rose to use the toilet. Both are unusual, so clearly I needed my time in bed even if I was often awake.

I think that it may have been around 6:30 a.m. when my morning began. A check online revealed that there were to be threats of showers over the day, so the burden of watering the front yard garden plants was removed.

And much the same forecast is for tomorrow.

I never visited the backyard tool shed for some exercising until at least 7:30 a.m., but even the usual 31 full flat-footed squats failed to loosen up my arms and shoulders for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups because I felt these anatomical structures to have been overused of late.

I first went outside to the strip of garden beside the house and picked up some dried dirt to rub between my hands in order to remove any slickness to my palms that might interfere with my grip, and then I returned to the shed.

Only because I knew what my recent bests in the shed were was I able to match them at two sets of pull-ups ─ three and then two repetitions; and then the same with two sets of chin-ups.

Even the single pull-up in each of two sets between two bars was extremely uncomfortable, but I held the dead hang on the final pull-up for a 75 count (also most unpleasantly achieved).

At least my duty had been discharged.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom for instant coffee and T.V. around 8:30 a.m., I suppose, but I never joined him until well past 9 a.m.

And at his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work this overcast day, I led things off with a 20-minute (20:56) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "Trump Rages: Iran & Israel Ruined the Deal!" 

Link to Iranian Crown Prince presser
   • Middle-East Conflict: Iran 'crown prince' ...

Next I tuned in a 45-minute video published yesterday to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: The Banking Cartel NEEDS WW3—Can a Ceasefire Derail the Reset? w/ Collin Plume.

A shaky ceasefire between Israel and Iran is already unraveling, and it’s starting to look like war is inevitable. But is this conflict organic—or are both sides being manipulated by the global banking cartel? In this episode, I speak with Collin Plume about the deeper agenda behind the chaos, the looming economic reset, and whether Trump can derail the push toward WW3.

Unfortunately I cannot say if we got halfway through the video before my brother voiced that he felt we were hearing nothing new, so I acceded and backed out of it.

In its place I tuned in The Outpost ─ episode eight ("Dying Is Painful") of season three.

After that I tuned in the Vera retrospective that we had left half-watched yesterday, and which I had previously downloaded, but no longer recall my source: Vera, Farewell Pet.

Even though I do not recall my download source, I see that it can at least be watched at present at this 123Movies.do link.

And we finished our morning entertainment with the series finale episode of Wanted ─ season three's episode six ("Outlaws"). This, too, had been previously downloaded by me at a source I cannot now cite. Notwithstanding, I see that it is presently available to watch at this uFLIX.to link, and well as at this GOOJARA.to link.

I have to admit that I'm a little surprised that the two "outlaws" were unable to outrun the discredited policewoman pursuing them ─ they had quite an initial lead on her.

Actress Geraldine Hakewill ("Chelsea") was so cute that I tracked down and downloaded an early movie featuring her, so at some point I will be mentioning it after my brother and I get around to watching it.

My wife apparently never had to work today, although she finally did take off (without a word to me) for somewhere around 4:30 p.m. All day she only spoke to me once, saying to help myself to something in a pot ─ a ground meat dish that she had cooked. But I had already had my first meal of the day and my nap at that point, so I will indulge soon enough for my supper (my second and final meal of the day).

At this point it is 5:11 p.m., so I am going to take a break to exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Note that my brother has remained home today to do his drinking. I don't know why.

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I limited myself to two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) over the evening, and as many interesting enough shows here on my bedside computer.

First I watched Superman & Lois ─ episode 13 ("Fail Safe") of the first season. I enjoyed it a heck of a lot ... but how long before DC starts loading the series with Gay and transsexual characters like they seem to need to do?

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I have the same wonder on perversion concerning the next series I watched ─ also DC. This one was Krypton ─ episode seven ("Transformation") of the first season.

As said previously in an earlier post, I feel quite certain that I have already seen these latter first season episodes of Krypton, but it was probably back at least six years ago, and I could well have been drunk. Enough seems new, so I am not feeling like I am wasting my beer by re-watching something.

My wife never returned, so I suppose that it is somewhat possible that she was scheduled to work, but I do not honestly believe it was so.

Whatever, I want to begin shutting things down and maybe getting to bed comfortably ahead of 10 p.m. At present, it is 9:43 p.m.

😈😈😈 Nothing But Trials and Errors

Last night I went to bed without setting my cellphone alarm because it was a wee bit later a bedtime than I had planned, and I did not want to risk my well-being by forcing myself to rise if I actually needed further sleep.

However, a point in the night arrived when I was unable to return to sleep, so I checked the time to see if it was nearing dawn ─ it seemed to me that maybe the night was lightening beyond my heavily curtained window.

But it was only 2:41 a.m.

Momentarily I lay back down, but fast realized that I was not sleeping, and would easily be awake for a long while as yet, so why not just rise and have the outing to the elementary school playground ⅜ of a mile off that I was not happy about missing out on?

Everyone else in the house was abed.

Since there was no rush to get away, I took my time readying. And when finally I had worked my way downstairs with my badly damaged right leg ─ twice, in fact, for I first came downstairs on an errand and left the kitchen light on so that I could safely see when it came time to go ─ I was to find it slightly cool out under a clear night sky.

The playground equipment seemed like it might possibly have just begun to get vaguely damp, so I used my bandana to wipe a couple jungle gym monkey bars pretty much perfectly dry.

And so the question: Was yesterday's feat there a misremembrance when I believed myself to have opened up with a set of six pull-ups? Or did I truly manage it; and was it any longer a possibility of repeating?

Well, the answer was yes on both counts.

With a 30-count between sets, I exactly repeated yesterday's performance: two sets of pull-ups (six and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three and two repetitions); a single pull-up in each of the two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings; and a single pull-up between a pair of monkey bars, after which I held the dead hang for a 75-count.

Then six slow full-range decline push-ups on the cement ramp.

If only my damned leg would normalize so that I can go on long walks again!

After I was back home, I waited maybe an hour before going outside to water the front yard garden plants, and I may have been back to bed by 5:30 a.m.

Well past 8 a.m. I reluctantly rose, suspicious that I could hear my younger brother downstairs watching T.V. He was, but I waited till a little past 9 a.m. before also going downstairs. Upon receiving his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 20-minute (20:47) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: $82K?! Refugee BRAGS About SCAMMING Canada—Poilievre Drops the Truth They Hoped to Bury.

“His Ideas Have Failed EVERYWHERE”—Poilievre Dismantles Carney’s Globalist Agenda. Refugee BRAGS About $82,000 Payout and I might get cancelled after todays episode...

Next I tuned in a 48-minute (48:26) video uploaded October 27, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: SCREAM! The Horror House & Other Spooky True Stories | Real Stories.

What’s it like to be caught up in the middle of a real life horror story? To wake up in a cold sweat and find it isn’t a nightmare, it’s really happening. Scream! tells a number of first hand stories of real terror, showing that truth is often both stranger and more scary than fiction.

The last story about four women separately murdered in the area of a small Colorado town may be fabricated. The video suggests the town was South Park, but at the video's 35:55 mark is a clear image of a sign for the Brown Burro Cafe:

Well, Judy Engstedt Davis and her husband George Davis owned the Brown Burro Cafe located in Fairplay, Colorado ─ not any South Park. A January 27, 2017, write-up on the cafe is at this TheFlume.com link. And there is this Yelp review page where it is indicated that the Fairplay business had closed down at some point.

I can find no references online to any mystery murders matching what the video speaks of. The whole thing makes me wonder on the authenticity of the video's other stories.

After this video we got about halfway through a T.V. series retrospective ─ a series that we followed for years; but I will not report on the retrospective until we have completed watching it.

The morning had been so sunny, I fully expected that I would be doing some afternoon sunning.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and just as yesterday she emerged from her bedroom just ahead of 9:30 a.m. and managed to shower and otherwise ready, and got away on her fairly long drive at or soon past 9:45 a.m.

Anyway, following morning T.V. with my brother, he returned to his bedroom a little before noon to seek further bed rest. I fixed up my day's first meal; but then instead of seeking my needed nap to shore me up for later afternoon sunning, depravity seized me.

It was after 2 p.m. before any conclusion, after which I found that my brother and Bev were not home ─ he must have taken her to do some manner of shopping.

I reckon that they were back by 2:45 p.m., leaving me wondering if he was going to remain home the whole day like he did yesterday. But no ─ soon past 3 p.m. he left to catch a bus and go social drinking.

By mid-afternoon the sky had clouded over ─ my guilt over not sunning was assuaged. It would not have been possible even had I napped.

At this point in my useless day ─ or at least, useless as it has turned out as of midday ─ it is 5:51 p.m., and I have had some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. I am going to break now from this post to round up a small supper, and then watch a few shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying at least a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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The first show I tuned in was Black Lightning ─ episode 11 ("The Book of Reunification: Chapter Two: Trial and Errors") of season four.

Remarkable to me was that the actress (Sofia Vassilieva) portraying villainess "Looker" reminds me of a child ─ or very early teen ─ actress whom I cannot place as to any past role. She's clearly 'grown up' ─ and very nicely; but I would love to discover if it is the same lass.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother was home before the episode had ended, but I deemed it too early to stop then, for it was not yet 8 p.m.

My second and final show ─ and a second and final beer to accompany it ─ was The Flash. This time, episode 15 ("Into the Still Force") of season eight.

Exactly as with Black Lightning, the entire concept is sheer hokum. Some impossible solution to every scientific dilemma is spouted in pseudo-scientific lingo, and we are to accept that ─ as usual ─ nothing is beyond our heroes and their abilities to resolve every unsolvable challenge.

But I can watch out of loyalty, and because some of the sctresses are so appealing to me. 

However, something in this episode pissed me off to an extreme degree ─ it was revealed that Barry & Iris Allen's daughter Nora is a Lesbian!!! 

𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵! ─ can't DC quit corrupting absolutely every show they work on? They disgust me!

I am SO looking forward to the termination of both of these series.

My source was also a GOOJARA.to link. Both played beautifully.

This episode ended just ahead of 9 p.m., so I killed some time finishing up this post. I feel it is late enough now though, so I am going to consider this post concluded and get it published. Bedtime is not far off.

The time now is 9:20 p.m.

Venom Fright Night

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm did rouse me, although I was only superficially sleeping. And of course, my knot-headed youngest stepson was shut up in the bathroom showering ─ how does he know when to best thwart me?

As usual I am confident that I got away without him noticing. The sky seemed overcast, but it was only slightly cool outside. When I got to the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile away, the equipment was perfectly dry.

My performance there was exceptional in that I opened the lead set of pull-ups with six repetitions, if I am remembering correctly. One would think that the count for such an achievement would be burned into recollection. Everything else remained the same, though. So with a 30-count between sets, two sets of pull-ups (six and two); two sets of chin-ups (three and two); and two sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings (one pull-up in each set).

And I finished with another pull-up back on the jungle gym monkey bars, this time between a pair of bars, and holding the dead hang for a 75 count.

Then I managed six slow full-range decline push-ups on the cement ramp before I was done and made my slow way home.

It was a few minutes past 4 a.m., and still my stepson was up in his den area. I never did notice thereafter when he finally retired, but he had done so by the time I went back downstairs about an hour later to water the front yard garden plants.

I think that I managed to get back to bed around 5:45 a.m., by which time I was beginning to feel recurring twinges of an old issue ─ piercing pain at the right rear quadrant of my skull. Even the skin overtop that area is very sensitive to the touch. The piercing pain will shoot forth periodically, sometimes even when I am not moving my head.

I wonder if it is related to the weeks-long kink in that area of my neck?

Lord, it sucks to get bloody old.

It may have been around 8:18 a.m. that I finally rallied enough to get myself up, reasonably certain that my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. I felt more like rolling over for another bout of sleep.

I went downstairs ahead of 9 a.m. to boil water for my day's first mug of strong instant coffee, vainly hoping he would not bother watching the stupid 9 a.m. drivel-ridden Global programme The Morning Show, but for some reason he's always got to watch the opening segment of the two inane hosts who have to laugh practically at each other's every utterance.

When finally I got my clearance to begin operating our Android TV Box, I opened things up with a video exceeding 1½ hours (1:35:51) on Rumble's WTFLouie channel. The Rumble app generally allows two ads to preface most videos, but I have always been able to skip each of them after something like five seconds. This time, the second ad did not allow me to skip past it, and it went on and on.

Furious, I killed the app and went over to the BitSlide app (for BitChute videos) because the same channel is hosted there, and thus I got immediate access to the desired video that was published there three days ago (June 20): Fall of the Cabal: The Conclusion Parts 1 2 3 19-Jun-2025.

Finance, Military Industrial Complex, Religion.
This is how we are being controlled.
It is time to JUST SAY NO!

I particularly enjoyed the third part of this video featuring the origins of the Catholic religion. The only flaw for me was when the narrator ─ Cyntha Koeter ─ cited Canada's Residential Catholic schools as scenes of mass virtual genocide of Indigenous Indian children. This is a hoax, insofar as I know. There have been no mystery graveyards filled with the mass graves of missing and forgotten children.

Cyntha led off the video by inferring that her partner in these "Fall of the Cabal" videos ─ Janet Ossebaard ─ was 'gone'. I see now in some research that she committed suicide with some sort of medication on November 16, 2023, while in the grip of deep depression, something she had long been prey to.

Why is this the first time I have come across this tragic news?

My wife apparently had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and not only rose well before 9:30 a.m., but she showered and otherwise got herself ready and was on her way by as early as 9:45 a.m.

She phoned me a little later to complain about my brother for trampling small flower plants outside our front door that line a stretch of 10 or 12 feet of sidewalk that leads to the front door. He never bothers to walk to the end of the sidewalk before cutting across the lawn when he heads away for a bus to engage his nearly daily social drinking. The problem is of course when he returns home while plastered ─ that is when the trampling occurs.

He of course heard some of her phonecall because my cellphone is on speaker. I left the room after I first answered, but he caught enough to understand that she was likely upset about something, so I explained to him.

His response was just to point towards my stepson's den area, for the lad often takes the same route when he hustles off for coffee at a Tim Hortons.

But let's face it ─ who is the most likely culprit? A plastered, overweight septuagenarian; or a lithe and sober six-footer with longer legs than the drunken senior?

Anyway, I expect that my wife may bring up the subject with my brother tonight if she is still upset.

Following Fall of the Cabal, I then tuned in the second half or so of the movie we did not finish yesterday. This time I tuned it in at a YouTube source where the video quality was far superior to my downloaded source.

The movie was 2010's Venom, which is also known as Snaked Fear.

The lead actress seemed unknown to me, but she ─ Jessica Morris ─ looked darn good in short skirt and cowboy boots throughout most of the rather short movie!

The plot was ridiculously bogus, unfortunately. That a bunch of diverse types of venomous snakes would pursue her and her daughter across a desert because their vehicle had run over a female snake whose mate thereafter was out for vengeance.

Such garbage!

But at least there was Jessica Morris to keep enjoying.

To my surprise, she has a heck of a lot of acting credits ─ I may even have seen her before. I'm definitely going to check out some of her past roles.

The young teen daughter was played by Oliviah Crawford, whose last acting role was in 2013 for some reason ─ why would she give it up?

If interested, my YouTube source was uploaded July 14, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: Stranded In The Desert Surrounded By Snakes | Snake Fear | Full Movie | Action Survival.

My brother pursued some bed rest after the movie; I had a small meal and was in bed after a nap some time later.

When I rose to what had become a day of Sun and cloud, I was surprised to find him still here, for it was after 2:30 p.m. It turned out that he was planning a drive to the government liquor store two miles away, and apparently held off for me because I had mentioned on the weekend that I would go with him when next he made the trip.

Honestly, I did not feel up to the outing. I was still groggy; and my vision very poor. Also, I was feeling unwell ─ possibly from that damned occasionally searing pain at the back right quadrant of my skull. But we went together.

I took the opportunity to also buy a 1.75-litre bottle of Scotch for him as his upcoming birthday present barely over two weeks away.

So my total for that bottle and two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol)? With all taxes and deposits, $118.60.

We were back by maybe 3:45 p.m. And from there, my brother remained home for a change ─ no bus rides to go social drinking. He would do his drinking entirely at home.

My wife's plants will be happy about that, I expect.

It is 7:09 p.m. right now, so I am going to break from this post to have a bath.

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I was not feeling at all well, and only had the bath because it was time, and because I know that sometimes a bath can be restorative.

The restoration held true to a large degree. Note that it is just possible that utterly naked when stripped down for the bath, I may have been a sliver over 175 pounds ─ but maybe not.

I had the bath, and then I retired to my bedroom without my day's second meal, and rather keen for a beer and a show. I chose The Carrie Diaries ─ episode four ("Fright Night") of the first season.

I've been drawn to the Carrie character and the actress portraying her, of course; and also to the young Dorrit character and her actress, as well as the rather imposing friend Maggie and that actress. But this is the first time that the "Mouse" character and actress truly drew me in ─ I loved this episode because of her antics at the Hallowe'en party and thereafter. So, good job, Ellen Wong!

A bit hard to believe that these highschoolers were played by actresses now aged 40 (Ellen Wong), 34 (Katie Findlay), and 31 (AnnaSophia Robb) ─ "Mouse" was so very much older than the others. 

My source for the very good episode was this GOOJARA.to link, should you be interested.

And that's it for my blogging today. It is 10 p.m. ─ I am unsure about getting up at 3 a.m. for another walk to the school or not. 

A Lost Generation

A second consecutive weekend down the drain. Although I rose at 6 a.m. hoping that I would do some local grocery shopping this early morning, by the time I was all dressed to go, I saw that it was already a few minutes past 8 a.m. (the store's opening time).

Sure, the store is only maybe four blocks off (or ½ mile), with my game right leg as it is, I just could not face up to making the public venture. I needed to have already been in the store at that point, and not just leaving home.

I'm sure a 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ loser.

Despondent, I dressed back down and returned to bed to await the sound of my younger brother watching T.V. downstairs. Hell, I never even exercised this morning.

That was to be around 9:10 a.m. when I heard the T.V. playing.

It took 10 minutes or so before he relinquished the T.V. to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box, at which time I led things off with a 32-minute video streamed earlier today to YouTube's Judge Napolitano - Judging Freedom channel: 🔴 💣 [SPECIAL] TRUMP BOMBS IRAN! w/ Scott Ritter and Judge Napolitano.

The content should be obvious.

Then I changed tune and we watched Bosch ─ episode seven ("Exit Time") of season two. It was definitely interesting!

Next was a YouTube video that I had previously downloaded that was about hidebehinds, but the channel that featured it has since revised the arrangement of its content making the "paranormal history" category too difficult now for me to negotiate, so I am not only not going to link to the video, I am going to entirely drop the channel henceforth.

Our final video was a movie that I had also downloaded, but we only got about halfway through it before my brother opted for further bed rest. I am very disappointed with whatever was my download source, for I no longer remember; but the video quality is poor, and the sound is abominable. I have the volume cranked up to the maximum of 100, yet at times conversation is still indistinct. As well, there is a constant but vague background noise that is a sort of murmurous roar ─ almost like what one would hear with something cupped to an ear.

As a result, the movie's impact is profoundly diminished, and it is such a damned shame, for a mother and her young teen daughter are the lead characters more or less lost in a desert, and the mother is clearly extremely hot, wearing a very brief skirt and cowboy boots that are revealing a truly gorgeous pair of legs ─ and that's apparent despite the washed-out and almost blurred video quality.

But I shall say no more until we have finished watching the movie.

My wife never had to report to work this morning, but I don't know if she left to handle the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Before I sought my early afternoon nap, she asked me for $40 to go grocery shopping with, so I felt generous and gave her a $50 bill.

After she disappeared around mid-afternoon, her eldest son was here to gather up some bedding and such to take back to the Burnaby apartment he shares with his girlfriend. It seems that her family are coming out for a visit ─ all the way from Nova Scotia.

He wants to have a sort of blending of the families sometime very early in July by way of using a community hall his apartment building allows residents to take advantage of for free, provided they reserve it. His idea is to have his mother and a Thai friend of hers handle much of the food preparation.

I can't imagine my brother participating in this get-together, nor Bev. My brother dares not drink and drive.

Even my wife's friend ─ who goes by Ui ─ enjoys her drink, as does my wife. But none of us live near Burnaby.

So this could prove a bit of an issue for any of us who do like some drinks in a social situation.

The lad considered having the get-together here, but space is limited. Nevertheless, maybe my wife will come up with a scheme to make having the event here workable. If the weather is Summer-like, then of course our backyard and the backyard sundeck would certainly help; and the most of us could freely drink.

Well, it is 6 p.m., so I am going to break from this post to watch a show here on my bedside computer and have a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I have already had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

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I led my evening off with The Guardian ─ episode 15 ("In Loco Parentis") of the first season. As usual with these episodes, this one cuts pretty deep from several angles.

My excellent source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother was not yet home from his daily social drinking, but he did make his appearance before I selected my next show to enjoy a second beer with.

This time it was Westworld ─ episode four ("Generation Loss") of season four. The show is both interesting and exciting, but it is too ridiculously convoluted. I can understand quite easily why it fell out of favour and was cancelled. Why do developers and writers have to become so twisted and irrational? Just tell a straightforward story, and quit juxtaposing endless and ongoing imaginary scenarios ─ "what if"s ─ with a sensible linear tale. We cannot tell what is supposedly real, so the impact of what happens each time is massively muted.

I am not a fan of what is going on with this senseless and unrealistic storyline. But I like watching actresses in the series, so I shall suffer through to the conclusion.

I began watching at this GOOJARA link, but the volume was just a little too low. So after about 5½ minutes I switched over to this Tvids.net link. I knew enough to be ready to shut down an unwanted new advertisement browser, and I did that, thereafter gaining a small enough increase in the volume at the Tvids.net source.

And so I had my second beer of the evening.

The temptation was there for more series entertainment and another beer, but by the conclusion of Westworld, it was 9 p.m. I hope to rise at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the elementary school playground I have not visited for a few nights now. Although today was overcast the day through, as far as I noticed, we had no rain at all. And the next few days are supposed to combine cloud and sunshine.

I am hoping that I may even be able to get back into some backyard sunning, despite tomorrow being a bath day.

I am going to conclude this post here and slowly wind things down to my bedtime by 10 p.m. at very latest. It is presently 9:34 p.m.

Enjoying Dead Man's Treasure

After spending close to seven hours in bed overnight, I rose to my 5:30 a.m. cellphone alarm. And although it was beautifully lightly raining outside, I was not to venture out to do any local grocery shopping. Frankly, I lost my nerve to be public on two consecutive days, for I usually do this sort of shopping on Sunday mornings and planned such an outing for tomorrow as well.

Now I have to do it tomorrow. I bloody well wish that the store opened at 7 a.m. instead of 8 a.m. ─ I definitely would have gone this morning. The later hour is hard on me because of how much I detest being out in the public. Fewer people are extant at 7 a.m.

As so often happens, I badly stiffened up after sitting here at my bedside computer, and by 7:30 a.m. backyard tool shed exercising seemed almost impossible. Notwithstanding, I did venture forth, remembering my recent discovery that by performing the 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted squat held for a 100-count) first, the effort seemed to loosen up and invigorate my arms and shoulders.

And this proved out again. I managed the same numbers of repetitions in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I have been tackling out there. That is, two sets of pull-ups (three and two pull-ups); identical numbers for the next two sets of chin-ups; and then just one pull-up in each of the two sets pulling up between two bars. I only held the dead hang at conclusion for a 60-count.

Back in the house, I soon declined so much that around 8:15 a.m. I returned to bed and managed to fade out until 9:10 a.m. By then my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., so I rose and joined him.

However, it took him around 10 minutes before he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.

I led things off with an eight-minute video that had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: "Ukraine is COLLAPSING" Soldiers admit Russia has a 10 to 1 manpower advantage on frontlines.

The war in Ukraine is still happening.  The United States still is shipping weapons. Europe is still supporting it with whatever money they can create out of thin air. And now the president has said we can't actually send a delegation to Moscow for peace talks because we're a little busy.

I found the video title to be misleading, for that figure only came up towards the video's conclusion and until then I cannot attest that there was any proving talk of Ukraine collapsing.

My next choice was a 1½-hour (1:32:42) video published yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Military Expert Dan Caldwell Breaks Down What Will Happen Next in Israel’s War With Iran.

Former Pentagon official Dan Caldwell explains what would happen if Ted Cruz gets his way in Iran.

And we finished with Chicago P.D. ─ episode 14 ("Trapped") of season 10. The episode was certainly exciting enough, but I get extremely irritated by the Burgess character constantly refusing to acknowledge that she has any psychological trouble ─ despite cowering helplessly and blubbering hysterically a number of times.

My wife had a full workday it would seem, although she never emerged from her bedroom until maybe 9:50 a.m. and left on her rather long drive until after 10:15 a.m.

The day remained heavily overcast even if it did not maintain the rain.

My brother let me know that today has been Bev's 60th birthday, but he still took off towards mid-afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking, leaving her here to watch T.V. alone.

On a peculiar note, after my early afternoon nap, for the second time today I saw a wild rabbit outside. I had first noticed it briefly in our front yard while I was watching T.V. with my brother in the morning. This second time, it was in our backyard, so I called attention to both my brother and Bev.

Someone must surely have brought it to the neighbourhood, for we have lived in this house for 23 years as of sometime this month, and never before have I seen a rabbit around here.

It is 4:41 p.m. at present, and I am going to take a break from blogging. Some exercising first in my wife's vacant bedroom, and then I may watch two or even three shows and have as many Cariboo Malts (7.9% alcohol). As yet I have eaten nothing ─ just my three mugs of hot instant coffee with the works since maybe 6 a.m.

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My entertainment was led off with a 2018 Christmas movie: Christmas Harmony. Kelley Jakle was the lead actress, but completely unknown to me. Pretty cute, though!

I noticed a couple of reviews mentioning that the original music pretty much solidified their fanship for the movie, so it got their good ratings. And I agree that the performances were very enjoyable. Even so, the movie's conclusion was formulaic and unrealistic, and rather lost me. I was more emotionally involved in earlier scenes.

My source for the movie was this OK.ru link, if interested.

Note that Sally Struthers had a supporting role. The actress certainly did veer away from the physical persona of her "Gloria Bunker" image ─ rather early on, I think. They came to have scant resemblance very quickly.

I did recognize another supporting actress ─ Lee Garlington; regardless, her name and and single reason for her familiarity were not there. I suspect that simply because of her regular past appearances as a "character actress" in shows I have watched was why I recognized her ─ certainly not her name.

When the movie was done and I was in the kitchen gathering together a quick only meal of my day, Bev intruded to declare that she had seen the rabbit out front again, but this time in the front yard of our noisy extended family of South Asian neighbours who use the cul-de-sac as a playground for their unrestrained and undisciplined noisy progeny.

The creature was still present. I have no idea what will become of it.

Anyway, I had that meal; and then with my brother still absent on what had become a surprisingly sunny evening, I tuned in The Avengers and opened my third can of beer to enjoy with it. 'Twas episode 20 ("Dead Man's Treasure") of season or series five.

An actor portraying one of the villain's had very sculpted features with a rather large, heavily-boned head ─ handsome in an odd fashion. I was reminded of a suggestion of acromegaly.

He ─ Neil McCarthy ─ was apparently to die in February 1985 at age 52 of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), also known as Lou Gehrig's disease.

It was a  fun episode. And I have just learned that John Steed's driving race partner in the episode was played by definitely leggy attractive actress Valerie Van Ost who ─ according to her 2019 Irish Independent obituary ─ had been considered as Diana Rigg's replacement, but she lost out to Linda Thorson.

My episode source was at the same website as the Christmas movie ─ this time it was this OK.ru link. 

I noticed early into the episode that my brother had arrived home and was watching T.V. with Bev.

I am going to call it quits on this post and publish it, and wind things down for my bedtime. It is presently 10:22 p.m.

Saved Naked Truth

Finding myself awake well before my 3 a.m. alarm last night, the prospect of getting up and having an outing was too unpalatable ─ even if I waited till 3 a.m.

So I unset my cellphone alarm in favour of as much sleep as possible.

A point arrived when it seemed light enough outside that maybe I could rise for the morning, but a check of the time revealed it to only be around 4:30 a.m. at best, so I strove for further sleep.

And I gave up around 5 a.m. and began my morning.

It proved an overcast day, with occasional rain showers, although a drying trend took over by the afternoon.

Around 7:30 a.m. I was inspired ─ by sudden sounds of my younger brother suddenly moving about in his bedroom ─ to get out to the backyard tool shed for the usual 31 full flat-footed squats (20 unassisted, 10 assisted, and a final squat held for a 100-count before the painful rise) and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

For those latter exercises, I keep managing to attain my current bests. With a 30-count between sets, I start off with two sets of pull-ups (three and then two repetitions); then the same numbers for chin-ups. And I finish with a single pull-up in two sets pulling myself up between two bars, holding the descent on the final pull-up for a 75-count dead hang.

By this time it had begun raining heavily, so I hustled back to the house, almost marvelling at how thoroughly my blue denim shirt was becoming wet from rain for just that short distance.

And then I found that the sliding glass door into the house had been locked since I went out to the shed ─ my brother was up.

I had to use the shed key to twice make a succession of taps on the glass door before he came to investigate. Had that failed, I would have gone around to the front door of the house and made my presence known there. 

He was of course watching T.V., so around 8:30 a.m. I correctly gambled that he had enough by then of the repeated news stories and so I joined him, almost immediately getting invited to operate our Android TV Box.

The first video I attempted was at Rumble's Unscrew the News channel, but my brother and I are weary of how this guy prattles on unseen, using various rotating screenshots instead of facing the camera and looking at the viewers; as well, he begins his show with commercialization instead of just getting on with things.

So I am removing his channel from a long list that I rotate through. I have begun doing this with channels that just waste the viewers time and think we have nothing better to do until the host finally gets down to what we tuned in for.

Instead, I tuned in Chicago Fire ─ episode 13 ("The Man of the Moment") of season 11. Boy, did this one have its heavy moments!

Unfortunately, this is my brother's usual laundry morning, so he was absent from the episode a couple of times for a considerable span of time. But that's his own damned fault ─ he doesn't have to fold his laundry and then go and put it all away neatly in various drawers in his bedroom.

Priorities, man!

He also missed out much of the final half of the documentary we had to break from yesterday so he could have his midday bed rest. At 52 minutes (52:09), the feature had been uploaded December 25, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: To the Moon... and Back? | 13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 - Part 1 | Free Documentary History.

13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 is a gripping tale of distant desperation and heroics. When an oxygen leak threatened the lives of three astronauts, the mission became a life or death attempt to get them home safely, organised by people 200,000 miles away. With limited power and supplies on board the spacecraft, NASA teams worked around the clock to engineer creative solutions to overcome carbon dioxide poisoning, dehydration, and the freezing temperatures of deep space to ensure the crew’s survival. Using spectacular footage, exclusive interviews with Apollo’s space scientists and stunning visual effects, this film explores 13 remarkable factors that brought the crew safely home. Explore the full story of the courage and ingenuity that cemented Apollo 13 as NASA’s finest hour.

There is a link in the original description to part 2.

My brother revealed that he had an 11 a.m. barber appointment, so that half-documentary was all we were to watch this morning.

I ate more than I desired for my day's first meal, and then chased a nap that left me feeling inadequately-slept, and with a vaguest tinge of headache ─ this may partially be due to the damned crick in the right side of my neck that has been plaguing me to one degree or another the past month or more.

Anyway, it is presently 6:10 p.m., and I already took a little time to have the usual exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. Right now, I want to watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying the first of at least a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9%) this evening. Back anon.

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Very soon I was watching 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode six ("Naked Truth") of season five. I've grown to like these characters and the actors / actresses portraying them. This episode featured a lot of actress Brianna Baker ─ I like that tall gal!

And what straight guy wouldn't want to cuddle with this?

Briana Baker

My episode source was this uFLIX.to link, and it played flawlessly. It was an excellent episode throughout.

My brother was still not home at the episode's conclusion, so I gathered up a quick light supper which I ate, and decided on another show and beer, since the evening was yet young and very light outside.

I selected something new to me. Since I had recently finished watching all of the series Prodigal Son, I looked for something featuring Halston Sage. And I found it.

My selection was a T.V. series called Crisis that I do not ever remember hearing about, so I tried out its pilot episode.

Superb stuff! I am hooked.

And I even have Gillian Anderson to enjoy, although her hard-ass CEO role thus far in the series is not in the least anyone I can like. Her series sister ─ an FBI agent ─ is played by a beautiful actress named Rachael Taylor, but she doesn't look notably familiar, nor is her name.

Oh my gosh! I see now that I should well know Rachael from her role as Jessica Jones' adoptive sister and best friend ─ no wonder she looked so athletic in one scene where she is shown running in this pilot episode of Crisis.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it played flawlessly.

This is a series my brother would enjoy, but all he seems content to do is get drunk and come home and watch whatever crap Bev likes on our T.V.'s Bell basic programming ─ even though she has done nothing since getting up (usually during the noon hour) but sit on the chesterfield watching our T.V. until she is ready to go to bed at night.

The T.V. is mine, but I no longer get to watch it, except in the latter morning when I get together with my brother. Because Bev has absolutely no social life and lives to watch T.V. until it is late enough into the latter afternoon for her to begin drinking her white wine, I have to resign myself to sitting here in my bedroom and watching any T.V. shows on my bedside computer.

She has her own T.V. in their bedroom, but it probably is not hooked up to cable, so she only watches that T.V. well into the evening if she has gotten too drunk to safely get up and down the stairs any longer.

My brother doesn't care ─ he goes away social drinking practically every early to mid-afternoon, returning at any point in the evening.

Yes, this is certainly the life (I say sarcastically) ─ I cannot properly express how pleased I am to have sacrificed to get where I am now at 75 years of age, massively in debt due to an aloof wife whom I allowed to walk all over me, and who am now a helpless prisoner of my circumstances who does not even drive and is thus housebound with two bad knees, one of which now prevents me from even walking much.

It seems that I am living as a sitting duck awaiting the collapse that is coming for us all ─ knowing it, but impotent to try and get away before it is too late.

Jeepers, and I only drank two beers!

I am going to try to be to bed by 10 p.m., although it is not too essential, for I may attempt some early morning local grocery shopping in the morning, and the store doesn't open until 8 a.m. Thus, it may not happen. Notwithstanding, I will not know until the morning, so I have no plans for any wee a.m. outings.

I believe I heard a can of beer get cracked open nigh 9:15 p.m., so my brother is likely back home. I shall remain sequestered here in my contained bedroom ─ I have no desire for a late night watching T.V. with him in his mentally reduced capacity.

Alright, enough ─ this post is getting published now at 9:43 p.m.