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.
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