Miseducation

It seems that I have no choice but to limit myself to just one show in the latter part of the day if I plan on anything at all in the wee a.m. I never got to bed last even until well past 10 p.m., but I only intended some early grocery shopping at the market half a mile away that opens at 8 a.m., so my cellphone alarm was set for (I think) 5:30 a.m.

I must say here that I am getting right pissed off at my shiftless youngest stepson who has not worked this past week and just sits up the entire damned night farting around game-playing on his computer. When I was set to go to bed, the young prick had taken occupation of the bathroom here upstairs, so I had to dispense with any final relief for the night ahead.

Then guess what? When I rose this morning, the knob was back in there getting set to have a shower ─ which for all I know was why he was in there last evening. He seems to shower at least a couple of times a day. It was infuriating, but at least I was free to use the toilet downstairs in his den area, deriving some pleasure from the flushing of the toilet that is directly below the upstairs bathroom.

My first duty this morning was spending the half hour watering front yard garden plants.

Well past 7 a.m. I began using my shaver to trim my goatee and moustache for the intended outing around 7:45 a.m., but darned if the stupid thing ran out of power before I was completed. I am unduly self-conscious about my appearance, and this turned out to be the kibosh on my planned shopping outing this flawlessly sunny day.

I hate sunny mornings if I want to go somewhere.

Tonight I want to make the nigh two-mile round trip hike to my credit union's nearest ATM and withdraw $200 or even $300 in cash, for I only have $35 here at home. That was another limiting factor where my early grocery shopping was concerned.

So maybe I will seek to get up at 2 a.m., which will most definitely necessitate getting to bed around mid-evening.

With the shopping outing cancelled, a little past 8 a.m. I returned to bed to rest my eyes and myself, for I felt most underslept despite having been in bed overnight for possibly seven hours.

My younger brother was to gain possession of the T.V. barely ahead of 9 a.m.; and when I joined him, I had to forbear the same repetitive news stories until 9:30 a.m. before he invited me to start operating our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a rather disappointing seven-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show: Summer of Love 2 Movie Review | LA Riots.

A satirical review about the events of the LA riots as if they were a new summer movie release.

Well, we did not see the video's description, and were bewildered about what movie she could be talking about. We knew she was being her usual satirical self, but it still seemed like there was an actual movie being screwed around with by her.

After that I attempted two videos ─ one at Rumble's Sarah Westhall channel, and the other on its "Coffee and a Mike" Show ─ but the latter video's topic disinterested my brother after just four minutes, whereas Sarah's video hit the seven-minute mark and she was still talking on and advertising products without yet introducing her guest. Sarah is a little too commercial we find.

So I tuned in The Jonathan Ross Show via the Bee App ─ we watched the current season or series 22's second episode. None of the guests much interested me, although my brother and I both cottoned to young 2024 Olympic gold medalist runner Keely Hodgkinson.

Next was an 18-minute (18:21) video published December 30, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Somerton Man.

The case has been considered, since the early stages of the police investigation, "one of Australia's most profound mysteries". There has been intense speculation ever since regarding the identity of the victim, the cause of his death, and the events leading up to it. Public interest in the case remains significant for several reasons: the death occurred at a time of heightened international tensions following the beginning of the Cold War; the apparent involvement of a secret code; the possible use of an undetectable poison; and the inability of authorities to identify the dead man.

In addition to intense public interest in Australia during the late 1940s and early 1950s, the Tamám Shud case also attracted international attention. South Australian Police consulted their counterparts overseas and distributed information about the dead man internationally, in an effort to identify him. International circulation of a photograph of the man and details of his fingerprints yielded no positive identification. For example, in the United States, the FBI was unable to match the dead man's fingerprint with prints taken from files of domestic criminals.

We finished with a movie, but only watched a little more than a half hour of it before my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for some further rest. I will report on it when we finish watching it.

My wife may have had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She got home last night after I was shut up in my bedroom for the night. This morning she rose fairly soon after 9 a.m., it seems to me. At any rate, she left here around 9:45 a.m.

Although this is a bath day, I risked sunning, beginning around 2:33 p.m. following my nap (my brother had left for the day by then, catching a bus to go social drinking), and acquiring something over 1½ hours.

By the way, yesterday I paid the annual home insurance ─ well over $1,800. However, my brother has said nothing concerning his share. I am curious how much longer he will remain oblivious.

Also, my wife still intends a flight to Thailand late in July, and has acquired $300 from me to put towards it. She is hoping for at least another hundred from me ─ maybe tomorrow.

Finally, I had one of those token backyard tool shed exercise sessions early this morning. Due to how stiff I was, I only eked out a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I managed the dead hang after the final set's repetition for a 70-count. I also put in the 31 full flat-footed squats to exercise my damaged right leg ─ 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted squats, and a final unassisted squat holding the squat position for a 70-count.

I am forgoing any further exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom in favour of that bath which I am going to break from this post and have now at 6:31 p.m.

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One further thing I want to mention is that for some weeks, I have had a slight 'crick' in the right side / quadrant of my neck. Well, after last night, I found it nearly paralytic today. There have been a couple or so times when I tilted my head in an apparently wrong angle, and the storming pain indeed was paralytic and had me exclaiming aloud.

Like I need this.

Okay, I had my bath, and then tuned in FBI: Most Wanted here on my bedside computer ─ it was episode 17 ("The Miseducation of Metcalf 2") of season four. And even though my can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was room temperature, I wanted to drink heavily of it and maybe have another can ... but I resisted.

The episode was darned good ─ I just cannot imagine two young female college students to be so ridiculously gullible to allow themselves to get strung out over a loser like their guru. It's actually disgusting. I especially have no pity for fool Bethany ─ as a young man, I would have loved to have become involved with and loved by her. How could she feel so little self-respect?

My source was this Tvids.net link; it threw forth a new advertising browser, but I was expecting this, and shut the damned thing down before whatever website it was had loaded. The episode played flawlessly, though.

Anyway, my brother evidently got home during the show. I peeked downstairs once it was done and saw him passed out while Bev was outside having a smoke.

Earlier ─ it was 7:31 p.m. and very soon after my bath ─ my eldest stepson texted me to wish me a happy Father's Day. Since late in February, he has been living with his girlfriend. His younger brother ─ who of course lives here ─ has thus far made no acknowledgement. But that's fine ─ as long as he contributes as much as he can towards the mortgage and the current nasty annual bills like the home insurance and the upcoming July 2 or 3 especially nasty property taxes. After all, I never raised the brothers, did I?

I am later getting to bed than desired or planned ─ as usual.

I shall close by reporting that my nude body weight when I was stripped down for my bath was as low as 175 pounds; but I had only eaten a very light lunch as my first meal of the day. And I have eaten nothing else as I ready for bed ─ it is 9:49 p.m.