Grown-Ups

Last evening I had more wine than I normally would have following two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) because I did not want to feel the loneliness I knew I would otherwise feel after enjoying the company of my wife and Ui ─ and I shall not be seeing my wife the entirety of next month while she is away to visit her family in Thailand.

I actually wish that Ui would drop by on occasion to drink wine with me ─ she could spend the night in my wife's vacant bedroom. I have no one. I just spend my time in the afternoon and evening here in my small bedroom at this bedside computer now that Bev lives here and does absolutely nothing else except occupy the living room watching T.V. once she gets up midday ─ it is her pastime until she goes to bed at night (as is drinking her white wine ─ she puts away over a litre a day).

So I was probably up last evening until 10:30 p.m. or later ─ there was no sense setting my cellphone alarm to get me up for any sort of outing.

Still, I found myself awake before 4 a.m., but I was not about to get up.

Notwithstanding, my morning commenced about an hour later after I had managed a short block of sleep. It was still dark outside, but I wanted to be up and set to get outside to water the front yard garden plants before too much of the neighbourhood was active.

And when that chore was done, I repeated yesterday's feat exercising in the backyard tool shed ─ which is to say, I managed two sets of three chin-ups in both sets following the opening two sets of pull-ups (the usual five and then two repetitions in those). And of course, I finished with two pull-ups in each of the two concluding sets, pulling myself up between a pair of bars; and then holding a dead hang at the end for a 50-count.

The usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad leg came afterwards ─ 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted squat held in the squat position for a 100-count.

A short while later into the morning, I did start feeling desirous of lying down to deeply rest, but instead I ventured back downstairs for a decent breakfast. Ui had left three small baggies of sliced-up homemade sausage that both my wife and Ui directed should be heated up before eating, so I took a small frying pan and placed into it a heaping tablespoon or more of both ghee and of coconut oil.

I got that sizzling up and added the sausage slices, which I then kept stirring around.

Next I added two brown 'free range' or 'free run' chicken eggs; and when they were about done, I added in some cooked white rice.

By the time I was set to begin eating, my younger brother emerged from his bedroom ─ by then it was just past 9 a.m., so I had control of the T.V. via our Android TV Box.

And so I led us off with a 35-minute (35:51) video published yesterday to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: mRNA Genetic Havoc, UK's Censorship Dystopia, Sun-Dimming Exposed 28-Jul-2025.

https://rumble.com/v6wt3q4-mrna-genetic-havoc-uks-censorship-dystopia-sun-dimming-exposed-daily-pulse-.html?
New study shows mRNA injections induce severe, long-lasting genetic disruption linked to cancer and chronic disease that SHEDS onto the rest of the population, UK's new censorship legislation is spreading worldwide, and a secretive billionaire plot to dim the sun has been exposed.

I followed that with Chicago Fire ─ episode 14 ("Run Like Hell") of season 11.

Possibly three mornings ago we had watched a little more than half of a 1980 BBC production titled Grown-Ups.

What was most notable for my brother and I was that one of the main characters was played by Vera star Brenda Blethyn ─ but we had no idea when we watched that first long portion of the show. It was something I had researched afterwards.

I had downloaded the movie, but I now do not recall my source. Regardless, I see that it is presently available at this OK.ru link.

We finished up our viewing by getting maybe 48 minutes into a movie before my brother needed to call it off so he could have further bed rest. I had downloaded this movie too, so we will continue with it in a day or two ─ I will report on it then. It's quite dramatic and exciting.

I was to have a good nap, which I needed. My brother was still home thereafter, but he did soon leave on foot to catch a bus and go social drinking.

I got in my usual 1½ hours (just a tad over that, actually) of backyard sunning beginning either 2:42 or 2:44 p.m. There was a lot of very thin cloud about, so my sunning was somewhat 'buffered' betimes. Yesterday when I had joined my wife and Ui out in the backyard where they were finishing a meal and enjoying some wine, my Thai wife actually exclaimed that I am getting too much sunshine and I needed to break from it for a time.

Ui contested that opinion.

But 'tis time for a blogging break and some supper and then a show here on my bedside computer ─ and a beer. It is presently 6:41 p.m.

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I watched FBI: International ─ episode three ("Nothing Sudden About It") of season four. Very interesting, as usual. Due to my supper, I never felt like drinking the can of beer fast, so it lasted me the show.

My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link, although I did first watch it at this GOOJARA.to link until it buffered to a standstill after about 6½ minutes.

The show was done around 8:10 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back.

I took the 15 or so minutes required to brush my teeth, as well as tending to a couple of things online, and then I tuned in The Rookie ─ episode four ("Darkness Falling") of season seven. This one had lots to offer ─ I loved how the serial killer forced his way into a sorority house to begun murdering women, only to have them mob him with extreme violence ─ the police arrived in time to save his life.

But the sequence in the abandoned building of a sanatorium was effectively chilling with the two policewomen doing a flashlight search of the haunting environment. They were not there alone is all I shall say.

I watched the first half hour of the episode at this GOOJARA.to link, and then for a second time this evening that website crapped out on me. So also for a second time this evening, another uFLIX.to link got me through.

I put away another can of beer. To have any wine would have been unnecessarily extreme.

It is presently 9:58 p.m., but it will probably be nearer 10:15 p.m. before I am to bed. Will I be rising in the wee a.m. for an outing? I cannot say.

See You Sometime After the First Week of September, My Beloved Wife

For the second consecutive evening (yesterday), events conspired to keep me from getting to bed until something like 10:30 p.m. or even later, so I never bothered setting my cellphone alarm. Yet at one point I did check the time before it was yet 4 a.m., so I could have risen, but I just did not feel up to it.

Nevertheless, I did rise a little later ─ maybe around 4:30 a.m. And well past 5 a.m. ─ more like 5 :30 a.m. ─ I was out front watering the garden plants.

After that came some exercise in the backyard tool shed ... with a small difference. I had the usual initial two sets of pull-ups (five and then two repetitions), but I surprised myself by finding the wherewithal to manage three chin-ups in the next two sets instead of the usual three and then two repetitions. And I finished with the usual two repetitions in both of the final two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars, and I held the dead hang of the last pull-up for a 50-count.

Then I undertook ─ in the house this time ─ the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right leg: 20 assisted squats, then 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count.

Later I was to decline, and right after 8 a.m. I had to lie down and risk napping even though I realized that my younger brother was stirring and set to emerge from his bedroom for coffee and T.V.

I did possibly drift off, rousing very shortly after 9 a.m. So I pulled myself together and went downstairs to join him.

We were to only watch three videos, beginning with a short (9:46) one published two days ago to Rumble's Truths Unlimited channel: An Incredible Story of a Man Curing His COPD with DMSO!

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Our second video was 12 minutes (12:29) uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Trump drains the blood right out of Ursula in a humiliating presser. 

Then I tuned in a 43-minute (43:26) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Smoking Gun! Mainstream News Reported Autism Study Done Fraudulently. Will They Retract?

More Scientists Call For Retraction. A MUST WATCH.
Also- Farmer Asking Why The Hell There Is So Much Aluminum On His Soil...

My brother was to watch ─ at best ─ maybe the first half. He disappeared upstairs for some while, then came back down dressed to be going somewhere. To my surprise, he announced that he was about to head south into Washington State to visit his daughter and her young son born just two or three months ago.

So that was it for morning T.V.

I had eaten before crashing earlier and needing to return to my bed, so I was now free to have my nap earlier than usual. My wife had risen around 11 a.m., but I sought my nap at 11:30 a.m. or soon thereafter, and remained in bed until 1 p.m. ─ I honestly thought that I was napping longer than that.

It developed that my wife never worked today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. In fact, she will not be working again until well into September.

More on that in a bit.

I had my 1½ hours of afternoon sunning, basically from 1:48 - 3:20 p.m. When I was done, I thought that my wife had probably gone to work the latter part of the day. But as I began working on a post in my private blog, I heard her talking downstairs ... and she had her dear friend Ui with her.

Anon they went into the backyard to sit in the shade and have a meal together while enjoying a bottle of red wine. I joined them, bringing the Chile wine Palo Alto that I have now sampled for three consecutive days ─ I will be finishing the bottle today.

Ui was here to take my wife back into Vancouver with her, for probably late tomorrow or else into the wee a.m. of August 1st, my wife will be catching a flight to begin her trip back home to Thailand to visit her mother and other family (and friends) near Udon Thani City.

She will be gone for five weeks. Meantime, her youngest son will have full use of her car.

Ui and my wife left here for Vancouver around 5 p.m. or soon after with lots of goodbyes and hugs. Ui promised that she wants to have a barbecue party here in September after my wife is back, and possibly Ui will even set up a tent in the backyard so that she can comfortably spend the night ─ she loves her red wine.

I really like Ui.

Had I not had that drink of wine with them, seeing my wife off would have had more of a nasty aftermath ─ a strong sense of loss ─ for me than it did.

Anyway, I will not be exercising in her vacant bedroom. Right now it is 6:53 p.m., so I am taking a blogging break to round up a small supper, and then I will watch a show here on my bedside computer ─ probably two shows ─ and indulging in more drinking. The wine, certainly; but I also want to put away a pair of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

As for my brother, I have seen nothing of him since he left, but I expect that he returned while I was sunning and then left to catch public transit so that he could go social drinking.

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With Bev apparently occupying the kitchen, my supper was delayed while I tuned in Blood Ties ─ episode six ("Love Hurts") of the first season.

Lord, Christina Cox was one gorgeously fit babe! None of the relatively frustrated hot wealthy suburban housewives even approached her in the physique department.

I watched the episode and found that my brother was home and watching T.V. with Bev, but regardless I went downstairs to gather up the meagrest of suppers ─ a wedge of extra old cheddar cheese and an apple.

Bev ─ after observing me hobbling down the stairs as is my fashion now ─ claimed that my youngest stepson is also lame, having injured a knee playing soccer. Supposedly he cannot bend the leg at that joint.

Well, he was present when my wife left with Ui, and I noticed nothing amiss.

So I don't know. Bev was into her white wine.

It took no time to have my 'supper'; then I tuned in Heimebane ─ episode five ("Fair Play") of the first season.

Hey, I may not know any Norwegian and do not like having to read subtitles, but this episode got so exciting during the football (soccer) match that I was a devoted fictional "Varg" team fan ─ Hell, I came to tears I got so damned involved!

In fact, with the episode ─ and a second can of beer and the last of my Palo Alto red wine drunk ─ I had to do some research to an open Wikipedia tab to have my memory jogged as to what show I had watched earlier.

That is absolutely impressive!

My episode source for Heimebane was this WLEXT.is link, but I had to contend with undesirable advertisement popups before getting the video player running and enlarged to full-screen; nevertheless it played problem-free thereafter.

I wish my life was not so pathetically limited and isolated. I do not want to say aught further in that context.

The urge is present to dare yet a third show and more drink, but I durst not.

I do not hold much faith in my likelihood of rising to have a wee a.m. outing despite the relatively early hour, so I am not going to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. nor any other point overnight.

Right now it is 9:44 p.m., and I am shutting things down here on my computer.

These and Other Walls

This has been a bath day, so I am newly finished that chore. I may have weighed as low as 173 pounds ere stepping into the tub, which was quite unexpected ─ initially I was of the impression that I was topping 180 pounds.

Due to having sunned from 1:58 - 3:30 p.m., that and the bath have used up much of my time, so this post will not be excessively detailed.

I never rose in the wee a.m. for an outing, so it was backyard tool shed exercising yet again following the watering of front yard garden plants.

My wife had come home last evening after I had retired, and she had another full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. this morning and was away on her relatively long sunny drive very soon past 10 a.m.

I watched a couple of videos with my brother this morning via our Android TV Box, leading off with a 42-minute (42:19) video streamed early today to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Harper Humiliates Carney With Announcement | Stand on Guard.

Harper said yesterday he is advising the Liberal Govt?  Is this a good thing? The Longest Election Scam. Is this REALLY solved? Over 200 names on an election ballot is just beyond reason. But is it a solution to write-in your candidate of choice? PLUS: Some updates on the Sean Feucht fiasco.

WATCH ‪@RedactedNews‬  Scotland is being DESTROYED and Neil Oliver is trying to save it:    • Scotland is being DESTROYED and Neil Olive...  

Canada’s War on Christians is unfolding right before our eyes. 🚨 Governments are silencing voices of faith, targeting Christian leaders like Sean Feucht, and imposing fines for hosting worship events. This isn’t just about one musician—it’s about censorship, political violence, and a blatant attack on religious freedom in Canada. 

Why does Canada’s leadership suppress freedom of speech and religion? Why does the media turn a blind eye to these political catastrophes? From the longest ballot controversy to the silencing of dissenting voices, it’s clear: we must resist this erosion of democracy.

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That was followed by a 28-minute (28:25) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: EV Mandate Madness: Auto industry revolts + Doug Ford sucks and blows.

On today’s episode of The Candice Malcolm Show, guest host Kris Sims breaks down the growing revolt against the federal government’s electric vehicle sales mandate.

Despite warnings from Canadian automakers that the policy will drive up costs and kill jobs, Ottawa is refusing to budge. Industry officials say there’s been no willingness to relent on the aggressive EV sales quotas, even as internal talks continue behind closed doors.

And how does ‘conservative’ Premier Doug Ford both support billions in subsidies while criticizing the Liberals’ EV mandates? 

Plus, Canadian Taxpayers Federation federal director Franco Terrazzano joins the show to break down a new Fraser Institute report showing taxes remain the single biggest household expense — bigger than food, housing, or transportation.

Kris and Franco ask: Why is the government doubling down on expensive mandates while Canadian families struggle to get by?

Our last item was The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode five of season or series 22. I was delighted to find that Britt Lower was a guest ─ I love her in Severance!

Okay, it is 7:48 p.m. and I must break so that I can watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt.

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First off, I tuned in FBI ─ episode three ("Détente") of season seven. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was a good enough episode.

My brother was already home before I tuned in the show, but I noticed that he was unconscious downstairs when I began watching the episode.

When the show was done, there was my still unconscious brother downstairs. Oh, I'm sure he had lapses of consciousness, but this is the level of his brain health in his old age, and who is an alcoholic practicing his expertise daily.

The next show I tuned in (because it was too daylit out there for sleep ─ too much cul-de-sac racket from the damned noisy South Asian family that has overwhelmed us with their numbers) was FBI: Most Wanted.

Featuring a prison revolt, this was truly a dramatic, exciting episode ─ it was episode 20 ("These Walls") of season four. Once again, a GOOJARA link was my source.

I not only had another beer, but I had maybe four ounces or so of the red Chilean Palo Alto wine (12% alcohol) I wrote of yesterday.

I have to pubish this post and get to bed quickly. It is presently 10:02 p.m., so I have no idea if I will succeed in rising overnight at 3 a.m. for an outing.

Origins

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm disturbed me from sleep that I needed, so I lacked any drive to be getting up for an outing that would result in me quite possibly remaining up for the entirety of the morning ─ it seemed too cruel a fate.

It was to take me a while to find sleep again, though.

Oddly, I now cannot recall which side of 5:30 a.m. I was to later check the time and rise for the morning, but the first thing I did was dress and go outside to water the front yard garden plants.

After doing that, I then went to the backyard tool shed for what has become my normal exercise session out there: 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right leg; and then a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (repetitions of 5, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2) and the 50-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom ─ possibly around 8:30 a.m. ─ for T.V. and coffee. I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. following my day's first meal.

When I began operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 12-minute (12:40) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "Car Ramming & S-Bombed! Christian singer Sean Feucht, Targeted in Canada".

"Christian Singer Sean Feucht Attacked in Canada – 6 Concerts Cancelled!"

After that came a 50-minute video streamed July 24 to YouTube's Candace Owens channel: WOAH! Trump Named In Epstein Files. ‘Becoming Brigitte’ Goes International. | Candace Ep 219.

The Macrons' lawyer sits down with CNN, 'Becoming Brigitte' goes worldwide, and a clip of Epstein being asked about Donald Trump goes viral.

That was followed with a 37-minute video streamed earlier this morning to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Sean Feucht's Warning to Canada | Stand on Guard.

Woke Canadian cities tried to put Christian musician and pastor Sean Feucht through h3ll as he brought the Gospel to this anti-Christian country. Canada is on the verge of complete moral collapse.

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And that was essentially all we watched, although there may have been some 'filler' I cannot recollect. My brother had to rouse Bev at 10 a.m. or so to ready herself, for she had a medical appointment ─ ahead of noon, I expect.

And so around 11 a.m. they were away.

By the way, my wife ─ I was in bed last evening before she got home ─ had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she came forth from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. this morning to start readying, and was away on her fairly long drive before too much past 10 a.m.

Anyway, with my brother and Bev gone, I was back to bed for a nap before (I believe) noon, and I remained there until around 1:30 p.m. My brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev, but he soon enough took his leave and left afoot for a bus so he could commence his social drinking.

I got in my 1½ hours of afternoon sunning. I think that I began at 2:18 p.m., and called it off at 3:49 p.m.

I've since had some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but now at 6:08 p.m. I am going to take a break from blogging and round up a small supper and then watch at least one show here on my bedside computer to justify a can of Cariboo Malt.

Back anon!

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First up was The 100 ─ episode 10 ("The Warriors Will") of season five.

I am so damned fed up with "Octavia" ─ kill off the bitch already! I used to like actress Marie Avgeropoulos; but now because of her character in this series, I can't imagine wanting to ever see her work anywhere else again.

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

Though it concluded early enough in the evening, I saw that my brother had come home ─ he was downstairs passed out in front of the T.V.

I brushed my teeth after slightly updating this post ─ the toothbrushing can take 10-15 minutes; then I tuned in something else.

Titans ─ episode three ("Origins") of the first season ─ entirely wiped away the pointless nihilism of The 100 in which I find myself not caring for anyone ─ not one person ─ in the main cast of characters.

Everyone in The 100 is so far removed from anything that I can identify with that I care nothing about any of them, so it makes it difficult to be a "fan" of the series willing to carry through to the final conclusion.

But Titans makes more sense, even though I don't 'get' it yet. This is pure evil confronting whatever good it is that regular human beings are able to muster ─ that I can identify with!

My brother was awake again when I commenced this show via this GOOJARA.to link, but he was passed out anew when my show had concluded and I took a peek downstairs.

I don't understand why he chooses to be so limited ─ a slave to his alcoholism and his need for validation from the numerous other alcoholics he knows. This is his pinnacle ─ nothing is more important to him anymore. My younger brother of years agone is also gone.

This episode of Titans was long ─ nigh 55 minutes. It's excitement and deep involving interest were more than a second can of beer could endure for me. So with about 14 minutes to go, I paused the show and retrieved a glass I saw in my wife's bedroom and I opened a bottle of red Palo Alto Chilean wine that I had here in my bedroom and poured forth a goodly helping.

I am going to seek to be abed before 10 p.m. to see if it makes it easier to respond to my 3 a.m. alarm ─ I would like to exercise at the elementary school playground instead of our tool shed.

Thus, I am now publishing this post at 9:44 p.m.

Pretty Fast

As I recall, it was 5:40 a.m. this morning when I checked the time and rose. Probably three times overnight I had wakened intending to rise if it seemed dawn was nigh, but each time it was still night ─ I never checked the time on those occasions.

I rose and dressed and went out into the front yard to water the garden plants, and then I went out to the backyard tool shed and eventually limbered up enough for another usual exercise session ─ see previous posts, for I don't have time to detail it apart from saying that it involved 31 full flat-footed squats and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (the repetitions were five, two, three, two, two, two).

I intended to do some grocery shopping at the No Frills outlet about a half mile from here, but it was probably 8 a.m. ─ its opening time ─ before I left here and hobbled my way there.

My younger brother had still not emerged from his bedroom by the time I was back home. It was well past 9 a.m. when he did emerge, and by then I had a video all set up to play on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

At 1½ hours (1:29:40), it had been published July 24 to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: CORRUPTION At Health Canada- A Must See Documentary Finally Out For FREE!!

This MUST SEE Documentary that was touring Canada about the CORRUPTION that goes on inside of Health Canada, and who their TRUE MASTERS are is now finally FREE on my social media channels. I made a contribution so that EVERYONE could see it.

After that we got about an hour into a rather long old BBC production, but I will report on it when we finish watching it ─ my brother needed more bed rest, so we had to break from the entertaining feature.

I had already eaten during the beginning of the first video, so I was able to get back to bed during the noon hour for my nap, but rose again at 1:30 p.m. My brother had yet to do the same, though, so I never got an exceptionally early start on my sunning.

When he had gone to catch a bus to take him off to begin his social drinking, I began sunning out in the backyard. I began at either 2:42 or 2:44 p.m., and called it quits at 4:13 p.m. ─ so roughly 1½ hours.

But it became a hell out there due to that bloody 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ baying hound beyond our backyard fence. It started up around 3 p.m., and was incessant thereafter. I felt so furious and frustratingly hopeless and impotent over being unable to do anything to gain peace that I started to feel sick to my stomach from the rage.

Had the power been mine I would have obliterated all trace of the three dogs that live on that property.

My upset carried over even after I was done sunning, and I still do not have a decent mood here in the early evening. I have had to run a fan as well as play a radio here in my bedroom to mostly drown out the dog.

I don't want to speak any further about it ─ this is too upsetting.

In fact, I do not want to blog further at the present, but I will make note that my wife apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. to start readying, and was away soon past 10 a.m. on her rather long drive this sunny day.

Okay, it is 6:32 p.m., and I am going to round up a small supper and then watch a show here on my bedside computer so that I can have a can of Cariboo Malt.

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I tuned in something new ─ Legacies' first episode ("This Is the Part Where You Run") of season one. Not bad at all ─ lots of cute girls!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link ─ right up until it crapped out at the 40-minute (40:45) mark. So I had to resort to this uFLIX.to link to play from where I missed out.

My can of beer lasted me throughout, with a wee bit left over. At that point ─ shortly before 8 p.m. ─ my brother was newly back home.

A second show proved in order, so I selected iZombie ─ episode five ("Death Moves Pretty Fast") of season five. This time, a GOOJARA.to link played the episode all the way through.

Rose McIver just looks absolutely fabulous when she is wearing tights! Spectacular legs on that girl.

I want to try and get up at 3 a.m., so I must start shutting down and getting to bed ─ it is 9:59 p.m. 

Family Affairs

It seems to me that it was around 5:22 a.m. this morning when I checked the time and then rose for the morning. First of course was the chore of watering the front yard garden plants.

Then it was off to the backyard where eventually I finished exercising in the tool shed ─ everything was as what has come to be normal.

That is, I led off with the 31 full flat-footed squats to exercise my damaged right leg: 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted squats, and the one unassisted that I held in the squat position for a 100-count.

I afterwards needed to limber up further before finally daring the first of six sets of chin-ups and pull-ups: five and two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and two chin-ups in the second two sets; and two pull-ups in each of two sets performed between a pair of bars. The hang of the very last pull-up was held for a 50-count.

My self-assignment a while later was the half-mile walk to Synergy Rehab to pay the $25 still owed for a physiotherapy visit I had there two Thursdays ago ─ the full cost was $125, but my extended health care covered $100.

Synergy Rehab opens at 8 a.m., but it was already maybe five minutes past by the time I left home. At least I held true and went.

I paid the debt, and then shopped at No Frills very close by in the same plaza.

It was going to be a sunny day, but it was not overly warm as yet.

I only had the one physiotherapy session. I had hoped for some sort of very aggressive attention to the damaged area of my knee ─ specifically, the quadriceps muscles where they attach to it. But the physiotherapist only had me try out a half dozen banal exercises that she instructed I try at home for a week before making an appointment to return.

I see no need to be paying $25 just to be given exercises to try out at home ─ especially boring ones.

Anyway, no one was yet up when I got back home with my groceries.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom a little later after I had settled here at my bedside computer. After he was watching T.V. for some time, I went downstairs to join him.

When eventually he turned the T.V. over to me so that our Android TV Box could take control, I began our viewing with a nine-minute (9:17) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Ozzy, Hulk Hogan & Malcolm Jamal...they always go in 3's.

So many losses, so young. Why do so many celebrities dies in threes? Plus I reminisce about Ozzy Osbourne, Hulk Hogan and Malcolm Jamal Warner from the Cosby Show.

I had heard that a Hulk Hogan somewhat lookalike superfan (Roddy Hogan) had died several days ago, but this was news to me that the actual Hulk Hogan had also died soon after.

The next video I tuned in was 22 minutes (22:47) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's World Alternative Media channel: BREAKING: THEY'RE SPRAYING MRNA ON YOUR FOOD? - Moderna Plots Mass Poisoning Of Food Supply!

Josh Sigurdson reports on the plot by the architects of Moderna's mRNA vaccines to spray RNA on crops which would biologically change the plants and potentially make them more poisonous for human consumption.

This plot comes from Flagship Pioneering, Moderna's parent company which plans to use AI-generated RNA libraries mirroring the same mRNA platforms used in Moderna's covid injections to target plants that we eat. This mimics EcoHealth Alliance's plans to aerosoliE biological agents over human populations and interestingly as we've reported before, Yale had come up with nasal spray mRNA "vaccines" years ago which we've theorized has already been used on the population.

Then there's the PREP Act which grants the US government the authority to spray experimental drugs or inject people under the guise of "emergency."

The University of California wrote many years ago about the goal to create mRNA lettuce among other fruits and vegetables. As has the University of Mexico City.

Recent updated articles from April this year in Nature Magazine talk about covertly giving people mRNA or modRNA through lettuce.

Then there's the already established idea of injecting animals with mRNA, modRNA or saRNA which there has already been found traces of in meat at grocery stores. Now, with massive shortages of meat as well as the Bird Flu fearmongering, we could see serious consequences.

They want to force this on us one way or another. Without us knowing or via emergency orders and technocratic ration based systems.

We are facing true evil.

Then back to YouTube it was a 35-minute (34:59) video uploaded July 23 to its Yanasa TV channel: Farms "SUDDENLY ILLEGAL" Oregon Shutting Down Thousands Of More Small Farms "WE WILL NOT SURVIVE".

In a state that prides itself on sustainability, food justice, and local resilience, Oregon’s regulatory trajectory tells a different story—one of mounting pressure on the very farmers who uphold those values. From water rights crackdowns and confined animal feeding operation (CAFO) overreach to the most recent overhaul of farm stand rules, small farmers across Oregon are sounding the alarm. The pattern is clear: small farms are being regulated out of existence.

While policymakers claim to be preserving farmland and public resources, the cumulative effect of rulemaking has disproportionately harmed those operating on the smallest scale—those growing for farmers markets, CSA shares, school visits, and agritourism. This report examines the web of recent regulations suffocating small agricultural enterprises in Oregon and offers a detailed analysis of the farm stand rules that may deliver the final blow for many.

We finished up with Lawmen: Bass Reeves ─ the single season and series finale episode ("Part VIII"). And that is that!

My brother sought bed rest, and I was soon enough into my own bed for a nap, since there would be 1½ hours of sunning in the afternoon. As it happened, I began at 2:40 p.m. and officially called it quits at 4:10 p.m.

My wife had a full workday today, and had emerged from her bedroom somewhat ahead of 9:30 a.m. to commence her readying. She was probably away on her rather long drive very soon after 10 a.m.

When she was home in the latter evening yesterday, I had opened my bedroom door so that she would know that I was still up. She proved to be quite social.

One thing further relating to yesterday ─ my weigh-in while stripped naked for my bath. I registered right around 176 pounds.

Okay, time now for a blogging break. I've had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, but I have not eaten anything yet today. I want to have a sensible supper and then watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Right now, it is 6:54 p.m.

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My first show was Too Close to Home ─ episode two ("A Family Affair") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link. The episode was intense ─ lots of build-up towards what ought to be several clearly explosive outcomes.

The episode probably ended around 8:15 p.m., and I found that my brother was home from his daily outing to socially drink.

Darn, there are some nice-looking ladies in this series!

I don't plan to get up any earlier tomorrow than I did this morning ─ I am only intending another grocery shopping venture to No Frills when it opens at 8 a.m.

So I watched another show. This time it was Severance ─ episode seven ("Chikhai Bardo") of season two.

Although I have been affected by the unusual beauty of actress Dichen Lachman ─ whose name I can never recall ─ since her stint in the T.V. series Dollhouse, she has never seemed so genuine to me than in this episode, although Dollhouse was quite close.

The episode was a very involving trip, and one further can of beer was sufficient. And again, my source was a uFLIX.to link.

Before it was done I noticed that my wife was seemingly home.

I am going to publish this post and open my bedroom door for a time before finally calling it a night ─ it is always possible that my wife has something of import to share with me.

'Tis now 10:25 p.m.

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I lied at the end of yesterday's blog post. I engaged sordidness and never got to bed until around 12:30 a.m., sick of myself. Needless to say, I never set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. ─ I wanted as much and as lengthy a state of unconsciousness as possible.

It was a little past 6 a.m. this morning when I checked the time after recognizing that it seemed fairly light outside, despite an overcast grey sky. I had to hustle myself up and dress so that I could get outside and water the front yard garden plants before too many people were abroad.

Then it was out to the backyard and the tool shed for the exercising I undertake there. As is common of late, after the 31 full flat-footed squats to exercise my damaged right leg, I needed to move about to further loosen up my arms and shoulders for the half-dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

Nothing about those was different ─ two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (consecutively, 5 and 2; 3 and 2; and 2 and 2 repetitions) with a 30-count between sets.

And I held the hang of the very last pull-up for a 50-count.

I came back into the house to find that my younger brother was already up, even though it was only around 7 a.m. He explained that he was to have to take Bev out on a couple of important errands. However, she never got cracking until after 8 a.m. Regardless, they did leave before I would have normally joined my brother for some T.V.

In his absence, well past 9:30 a.m. I eventually tuned in a 41-minute video published July 22 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Powerful Conversation For Mankind/Learn How To Deal With Corrupt Courts.

Max Igan joins Christopher James for a powerful conversation.
We cover Black Mirrors and Corrupt Courts worldwide while simply showing the solution to fight back against a corrupt criminal organization called the BAR and people who THINK they are judges... they are not they are all maggots trespassing on we the people acting for service corporations and it is long past time to restore our public courthouses to common law and see justice is done.
Max is a true light to this world sharing knowledge and courage
Our world must find a way forward and only thru such conversations.

My brother and Bev returned before the video was done.

Upon my brother joining me, at the video's conclusion I tuned in an 11-minute (11:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: My Bank Broke Up with Me! --- RBC freezes lawyer's account.

Anita has to do a better job of identifying her video content ─ the lawyer concerned was Eva Chipiuk.

That was followed by an 11-minute (11:15) video uploaded July 19 to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Carney Runs for Cover! | David Reports on Redacted.

Prime Minister Mark Carney is hoping a tariff crisis with the US is going to distract Canadians from his massive financial conflicts of interest. But ... probably not.

There was also a 38-minute (38:33) uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: TWO-TIERED Justice: Constitutional Lawyer weighs in on the fate of Freedom Convoy organizers.

On today’s episode of the Candice Malcolm Show, Candice remembers the Freedom Convoy and revisits the circumstances that led to this peaceful civic uprising.

Candice welcomes Constitutional Lawyer John Carpay to the program and they discuss the court case, why it’s dragging on so long, the potential miscarage of justice and the ridiculous double standards in charges and convictions in Canada.

Next, they talk about Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre’s ongoing support of the Freedom Convoy, despite the state media’s attempts to shame and ridicule him for daring to oppose their narrative.

Finally, Candice and John discuss the unconscionable case of the Alexanders – a married couple who were fired from their teaching jobs because the wife, Nicole, quietly removed a gay pride poster from her Kindergarten classroom. That’s enough to get you fired from your unionized job in Ontario.

We also watched a report on a women's MMA match, but I cannot place it right now and I am in a rush.

I had eaten early, so I did not need to waste time doing so after my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest ─ Bev had returned there when they got home. I napped deeply.

When I rose, my brother was gone ─ off (via public transit) to socially drink.

The sky never cleared up, so there was no pressure to put in any afternoon sunning ─ which was excellent, for this is a bath day.

And since it is presently 5:08 p.m., I am going to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom (she never came home last night) and then tackle that bath.

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Into the evening it became time to watch a show here on my bedside computer, so I chose Superman & Lois ─ the finale episode 15 ("Last Sons of Krypton") of the first season. It was darned good ─ it had me in tears at its conclusion. And I hadn't even yet finished that first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol)!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Since a second show was in order because I have no plans to deliberately rise any earlier than 6 a.m. ─ I plan to pay off a $25 debt I only learned of maybe two days ago, and which has arisen from the limited physiotherapy session I had two Thursdays ago at a clinic half a mile from here that opens daily at 8 a.m. ─ I chose Krypton.

Specifically, it was episode nine ("Hope") of the first season.

The show was definitely interesting enough, but its impact paled compared to Superman & Lois watched before it.

This time my source was a GOOJARA.to link, but I could have used a boost in the video's volume. Another can of beer served me for the show's duration ─ thus, two beers this evening in total.

Between the two episodes I had engaged in brushing my teeth ─ a task that can take me 15 minutes. My brother meantime arrived home, but we did not communicate. He has Bev, after all ─ a far more agreeable T.V. viewing companion when he is drunk than I tend to be. I only want to watch the shows ─ not be entertained by his besotted blather.

And I do believe that my wife may have arrived home ─ possibly as early as at 10:15 p.m.

If my morning goes according to plan, I will also do some grocery shopping ─ the target store is in the same shopping plaza where the physiotherapy clinic is located, and it also opens at 8 a.m.

Enough blogging for today. It is 10:28 p.m., and bedtime shall be very shortly.

Keep It Dark

Intending to sleep in last night, I never set my cellphone alarm. Then after some sleep, I found myself awake and unable to submerge back into sleep, so I checked the time ─ it was somewhere around 3:28 a.m.

I might as well have set my alarm for 3 a.m. as usual, for I assuredly had already been awake as early as that. But I kept trying for that elusive sleep ─ and I did so for a full hour before accepting the futility and rising.

I spent some time here at my bedside computer; and then a little past 5 a.m. went outside to water the front yard garden plants. Then I went into the backyard to the tool shed to exercise.

First I performed the full flat-footed squats to exercise my damaged right leg (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count before rising).

The joints, muscles, tendons, ligaments ─ everything involved in pull-ups and chin-ups ─ just felt too stiffened and overworked; I even did a bit of a pull-up to assess matters, and the strain was daunting.

So I went outside and walked about, trying to loosen up. One of my wife's flowers ─ set out there in a pot on a picnic table ─ is quite tall. It has a light mauve-coloured bloom with maybe five petals, and a large golden centrepiece where the pollen is clearly massed.

Well, a bumblebee had apparently spent the night nestled into that golden bulbous centre. It was still quite gloomy out, but I took three photos, each from a slightly different angle. One day I will have to get around to uploading them.

Anyway, I finally was able to successfully confront the unpleasant strain of the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with the usual repetitions (five and two in the opening two sets of pull-ups; three and two in the middle two sets of chin-ups; and two in each of the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars in the final two sets ─ and I held the dead hang at the completion of the last pull-up for a 50-count).

Eventually I was to return to bed ─ possibly a bit after 7:30 a.m., by which time I had my first meal of the day.

I was only abed an hour or so. By then my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I never ventured down until after 9 a.m.

Incidentally, my wife had not come home last night, which I had rather expected.

Upon my brother inviting me to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led things off with a 32-minute (32:26) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with Davis Krayden channel: Judge: "Chris Barber Had His Bank Account Frozen?" | Stand on Guard.

Incredible testimony at today's Freedom Convoy sentencing hearing as the judge asked who had ordered the government to freeze the bank accounts of the Freedom Convoy protesters. I spent the day in the courtroom and have plenty to tell you. 
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Sentencing document, 47-page sentencing brief by Doug Ford's prosecutors. Download and read: https://drive.google.com/viewerng/vie... 
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READ KR News: Who Froze Chris Barber's Bank Account? Judge Asks at Sentencing Hearing. 
Unbelievable comments at the sentencing hearing for the Freedom Convoy's Tamara Lich and Chris Barber  
https://open.substack.com/pub/davidkr...
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Tamara Lich and Chris Barber face 8 years in this shocking political catastrophe. The trial exposes a blatant attack on free speech and peaceful protest. Is this justice, or an attempt to silence dissent? The crown’s demands are outrageous—7-8 years for "mischief" while REAL offenders walk free. Their real "crime"? Defying authoritarianism and fighting for a free Canada. This is censorship in action, and it's costing taxpayers millions.

Independent journalism like this is crucial to resist the mainstream narrative and uncover the truth. These heroes are being treated as political prisoners for daring to stand against government overreach.

That was followed with an 11-minute (11:15) video uploaded July 21 to YouTube's Rebel News channel: Cull or Rescue? B.C. Ostrich Farm discusses what’s next if high court rules against them.

http://SaveTheOstriches.com | Katie Pasitney of Universal Ostrich Farms awaits a federal appeal court ruling on the Canadian Food Inspection Agency’s (CFIA) order to slaughter 400 ostriches in Edgewood, B.C., vowing to continue the fight for farming sovereignty regardless of the outcome.

And then came a 15-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: CBC Anchor & Global Director Leak the Truth.

Next we graduated to entertainment beginning with Bergerac ─ episode 10 ("The Hood and the Harlequin") of the first season or series.

Unfortunately our source did not have subtitles, and there was a lot of French spoken in the episode that was lost on us and was important to have known for purposes of the plot.

I thought that guest actress Greta Scacchi ─ unknown to me ─ was definitely hot!

We finished up with a movie we had twice before worked somewhat into, getting as far as maybe the 69-minute mark.

The movie was 1998's BASEketball ─ and thus far I have not yet figured out why I downloaded it for us to get around to watching. Sure, actress Jenny McCarthy is exceptionally ... stimulating; and Yasmin Bleeth was innocently beautiful. But neither would have been my reason for downloading the movie.

It had its funny spots, without question. But largely it was off the mark ─ as a comedy, far too forced. It seemed to lose quality steam as it progressed until it was solely the hope of seeing some snippets of sexy women that kept me watching, for they were definitely there and ought to have been given heavier exposure. The laughs were pretty much gone from this overacted fantasy ─ and I was truly surprised by how bad some good actors are at comedy (they stank).

If your unrequited dream has been to one day watch this movie, a fairly poor quality version is at this OK.ru link; but this GOOJARA.to link has very sharp video quality by comparison.

I wish I knew why the heck I ever downloaded it, though!

I'm running low on blogging time. I will only add that I had a surprisingly deep midday nap, rousing from it while caught up in the seeming reality and confusion of a dream.

As well, I had my 1½ hours of afternoon sunning in the backyard. I think I began at 2:32 p.m., and called it quits at 4:04 p.m.

Right now it is 8 p.m., and my brother quite newly home from his social drinking excursion; I want to break to watch a show here on my computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). 

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I watched The Flash ─ episode 17 ("Keep It Dark") of season eight. Afterwards it occurred to me that I may have enjoyed it a little more than I have episodes of the series of late.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link that played through flawlessly. I restricted myself to the one can of beer.

It would have been great to have watched something else and to have ingested another beer, but it was already 9 p.m. by the time the episode finished. I want to see about getting to bed no later than 10 p.m. ─ earlier if possible. My alarm is going to be set for 3 a.m.

I think that's enough for today's blog post ─ it is 9:33 p.m.

Closures

When my 3 a.m. cellphone sounded overnight and roused me, I felt myself too overcome with the need to remain abed ─ the prospect of rising for an outing was just too daunting.

So I shut down the alarm and sought further sleep.

But none came.

I tried for a half hour or more and was less near than when I had made the decision to remain in bed.

Annoyed at my uncooperative self, I rose and decided to have the outing to the elementary school playground anyway. With the older kids' playground removed, the younger kids' equipment is far less appealing to me for my purposes, so that had factored into my earlier decision not to bother myself getting up and going.

Happily, it was not yet 3:50 a.m. when I was on my way ─ I have risen at 3 a.m. before and not gotten on my way any earlier than this, so I did not feel pressured.

There was almost no coolness to the night air; and the sky seemed clear.

I was to find the school equipment dry of any condensation, and I had seemed to walk the ⅜ of a mile or so with better facility than my damaged right leg has managed of late.

As for my performance, I was tentative to commence the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I think that when I last visited the playground two nights earlier, I had only managed six pull-ups in the initial set due to a sensation of feeling overworked or overtrained.

I grasped the low jungle gym monkey bar I would be using, and just sort of sunk my body down, gaining a little stretching and assessing how overused the affected muscles, joints, etc., seemed to feel.

Then I stood and sort of shrugged and moved my arms and shoulders about, and then this time began the pull-ups ... and I managed eight of them ─ wholly unexpected! Have I managed eight this year before? I can't remember.

Everything else was the usual. Two further pull-ups in the next set; then three and two chin-ups in the two sets that followed; and the usual pair of pull-ups between a pair of largely stationary half rings in each of the final two sets.

As always, a 30-count separated each set.

Then back to the monkey bar, I held a dead hang for a 70-count ─ or was it an 80-count? I cannot recall.

And I finished up with eight full-range decline push-ups on a ramp before readying myself and walking back home.

It was still too dark to risk damaging any of the flowers by trying to water the front yard garden plants, so I came upstairs to my bedroom and this bedside computer to pass sufficient time to allow for some creeping daylight outside.

Last year I noticed that one type of plant that forms a rather long stalk that becomes almost a furry stretch of either white or else purplish tiny blooms that can extend along several inches of the stalk seemed to shelter an occasional bumblebee overnight.

I noticed this again as of yesterday.

The section of the stalk that comprises the thick tiny blooms, as I said, resembles almost fuzz or fur, and the bumblebee can almost lose itself within the cover of the fuzzy blooms.

So this is another reason I do not wish to water in the dark ─ I do not want to direct a blast of water right onto one of these dear bees sheltering in the furry spike of flowers.

I did a very bad job of getting myself back to bed.

I had eaten a meal, and this seemed to sit poorly within me. Even though it was rather watery, I felt myself almost to have become plugged up. I started feeling most unpleasant ─ I even wondered if it might be a manifestation of a cardiac issue. I am 75 years old, after all.

I never got back to bed until ─ I think ─ at least 7:30 a.m.

I heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom and go downstairs for coffee and T.V. ─ probably shortly past 8 a.m. But I just lay where I was, feeling most peculiar.

I think I finally rose shortly after 8:30 a.m., but I never went downstairs until after 9 a.m., which is my custom. I still was not feeling right.

The aspirin I had with my first mug of coffee likely helped, for I did gradually normalize.   

My brother was not to watch T.V. this morning for the usual length of time. Around 10 a.m. he began getting ready to run some errands, so we only watched three relatively short videos.

First, a 21-minute 'what if' sort of scenario uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Buildr channel: China’s CITY WIDE CASH SEIZURES Begin — ATMs Frozen, Digital Yuan FORCED Overnight.

China’s biggest cities are now cashless, not by choice, but by force. ATMs have gone dark. Vaults are being emptied. And overnight, the Digital Yuan is the only currency allowed. What used to be called your money… no longer belongs to you. Because right now, China isn’t “going digital.” It’s seizing control.
What triggered Beijing to pull the plug on cash, so suddenly, and so ruthlessly? How are ordinary citizens surviving when their life savings are frozen overnight? And what does this mean for the future of money, not just in China, but everywhere?
Let’s start with what happened when people in China woke up and realized their cash had been quietly taken away.

This is how easy it could be for people to lose everything to government under digital ID and digital currency ─ never relinquish cash; use it exclusively when shopping in person.

The second video was nearly 11 minutes, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Moderna Billionaire To INJECT CROPS With RNA Because "CLIMATE CHANGE..."

Back With A Vengeance: Moderna Billionaire To INJECT CROPS With RNA. You Can't Make This Sh!t Up. Short But Important Episode.

The last video was almost 40 minutes and had been published July 14 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: All Public Courthouses are Synagogues of Satan / People Murdered Grace Schara.

Scott Schara is a hero for world to see and learn.
All public courthouses are corrupt to core they are courts of fraud not law.
BAR is private society operating the largest criminal organization worldwide.
World finally sees time has come to restore public courthouses to common law

This is a powerful interview with Scott Schara who shares and shows the lies and corruption that is occurring that we the people can no longer tolerate.

Maggots is too good of a term for these corrupt pricks wearing black robes and lawyers=liars who are under the color of law supporting murder against our fellow man on top of massive theft and destruction worldwide.

This is a spiritual war between good and evil and ignorance once again by people acting as jurors is so repugnant in this single case shows mankind has lost all critical thinking.

Not to mention 3 doctors were paid $4000 per HOUR to give testimony against Scott's single doctor who exposed everything... yet the jury can grasp shit they are sheep and fools and part of the problem also.

Scott is one of the bravest men in the USA... the world needs to see what he has done to expose and stop all this corruption and trespassing occurring against mankind.

Cutting things short as early as this allowed me to be to bed for a nap by 11 a.m., and I was up again well into the noon hour this sunny day.

My wife may have had the day off, for she was home until something like 4:10 p.m. ─ it is still possible, though, that she had to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

We had some pleasant communications over her time home. Even when I went outside to get in a bit over 1½ hours of sunning ─ my session spanned 2:26 - 3:58 p.m. ─ we communicated some. As is her wont when she is home on such a sunny day, she put her hand towards some gardening.

My brother went out a second time today, this time taking Bev on an errand or two for herself. Thereafter he remained home to commence his drinking.

I lost a lot of time on an issue concerning my cellphone carrier and coverage, but my youngest stepson was an enormous boon ─ he even handled a phone call to the extortionists at Rogers. He promised me that tomorrow he would seek to find further information in person tomorrow.

He's a damned good lad, for sure.

But it is 8:16 p.m. at present and I want to watch a show here on my bedside computer, so I am going to take a break ─ I want the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) watching the show will justify.

Back shortly.

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Finally, I have watched the very last episode of Black Lightning. Of course it was season four's episode 13 ("The Book of Resurrection: Chapter Two: Closure"). Sheer comic book fantasy.

No one felt even remotely real to me ─ the series was a big DC fail as far as I am concerned.

But if interested, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I had thoughts of watching one more show, but it has become too late. At present it is 10 p.m., so I think that I shall just publish this post and gradually shut things down here on my computer and get to bed.

I won't be setting my alarm.

Fidelity Endgame

Supposedly sleeping in last night, I was still up ahead of 5:30 a.m. this morning. Then I dressed and went outside to water the front yard garden plants.

Thereafter I had to confront the backyard tool shed exercises. Nothing new ─ the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to challenge my bad right leg (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the full squat position for a 100-count before painfully rising).

And then the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with a 30-count between sets: two sets of pull-ups (five and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three and two repetitions); and finishing with two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (two repetitions in each set, holding the dead hang of the last pull-up for a 50-count).

I must say, this daily routine of mine is becoming so damned tedious.

I had pretty much petered out well before 8 a.m., so after my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for coffee and T.V. news, I lay down for possibly 10 minutes before joining him ─ but not until after 9 a.m.

This was another full workday for my wife, so she was to emerge from her bedroom just after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her fairly long drive shortly after 10 a.m.

As for morning T.V. with my brother this sunny day, once I got the green light to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 14-minute (14:33) video uploaded July 21 to YouTube's Unacceptable Fringe channel: Pierre Poilievre DEFENDS Tamara Lich and Chris Barber! | FREEDOM CONVOY.

Dive into the latest developments in the high-profile case of Tamara Lich and Chris Barber, key organizers of the 2022 Freedom Convoy protest in Ottawa. Found guilty of mischief, with Barber also convicted of counseling to disobey a court order, they now face potential jail time as Crown prosecutors push for a two-year sentence. In this video, we break down the trial, the charges, and what’s next for these controversial figures. Will their fight for Charter freedoms lead to prison, or could a stay of proceedings change everything? Stay tuned for expert insights, updates, and reactions to this landmark Canadian legal battle!

Then it was on to a 41-minute (41:37) video also uploaded yesterday, but this time to YouTube's Juno News channel: Tamara Lich faces 7 YEARS, Liberals push censorship law as CBC execs get raises.

On today’s episode of The Candice Malcolm Show, guest host Kris Sims breaks down the government’s renewed push to gag your free speech and force you to pay for media you didn’t choose — including the CBC, which just handed itself record-high pay raises after promising to cancel staff bonuses.

Didn’t Ottawa learn anything from the Emergencies Act ruling? A federal judge ruled that freezing the bank accounts of peaceful protestors was unconstitutional — and a massive overreach. So why is the government doubling down on censorship?

Kris is joined by Canadian Constitution Foundation executive director Christine Van Geyn to unpack what that ruling means for civil liberties in Canada, and why it matters now more than ever.

Plus — breaking news on the Tamara Lich sentencing. The Crown is seeking seven years in prison for a mischief conviction tied to the Freedom Convoy. Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre is speaking out — calling it a clear double standard in a justice system that routinely lets violent offenders walk free.

And in Mississauga, a homeowner launches a legal challenge after city contractors destroyed his naturalized lawn without his consent. Christine explains why the Canadian Constitution Foundation is backing the case — and what’s at stake for property rights and municipal taxpayers across the country.

Next up was Shetland ─ episode two ("Raven Black – Part 2") of season two. As interesting as the two-part storyline was, my brother and I are both a tad fuzzy on why Sally killed her friend Catherine and intended to also kill the man who liked having sex with school-aged teens.

We had to have a short discussion about it.

I also played the downloaded movie that we began yesterday; but once again, its conclusion had to be postponed so my brother could have further bed rest before busing away in the early afternoon to social drink.

I had eaten my day's first meal early this morning, but I still managed to have my early afternoon nap a little later than intended.

I sorely did not desire to endure yet another 1½ hours of sunning ─ the damned tediousness of just sitting away the time out in the backyard listening to the same monotonous songs on the radio and shooing away flies. I also do what I can to work my bad right leg.

But I complied; and no later than 2:42 p.m. commenced sunning until knocking off at 4:16 p.m.

I've complaints and gripes, but I want to take a break now from blogging and watch a show here on my bedside computer so that I can have a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I tuned in Westworld, even though my brother was newly home no later than 7:11 p.m. It was 58 minutes commercial-free, but I have now watched episode six ("Fidelity") of season four.

I had gotten as far as 12:42 at this GOOJARA.to link before the video buffered uselessly, but this uFLIX.to link was perfect after I advanced the video to where I wanted it to play.

I managed to hold myself to one can of beer.

Since it was only around 8:30 p.m. and too early for bed, another show was to follow ─ The Carrie Diaries. This time it was episode six ("Endgame") of the first season. My source was this GOOJATA.to link, but this one played all the way through.

I always surprise myself by how much I enjoy these episodes ─ I was never a fan of Sex in the City. I likely sampled some of that series, but I cannot honestly say that I ever watched an entire episode. It seemed too silly and unrealistic. Maybe it was because Kim Cattrall was the only actress that came near to turning me on.

Holy crap! Kim is going to have her 69th birthday next month?! 

Regardless, I had a second can of beer during The Carrie Diaries, and now it is time (9:45 p.m.) to start shutting things down and getting to bed.

Rage the Divide

My 3 a.m. alarm roused me to get up for my outing to the sole remaining playground at the elementary school maybe ⅜ of a mile from here. I was to discover that my youngest stepson was apparently only then about to finally go to bed.

As usual, there was only a hint of coolness to the night air, and only wispy cloud in an otherwise dark night sky; I was to find the playground equipment dry of any condensation.

I truly do seem to be overtraining, for I could muster no more than six pull-ups in the initial of two sets, if I am remembering clearly; I managed the usual two pull-ups in the second set. As well, the two sets of chin-ups were unchanged at three and then two pull-ups. And ditto for the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of stationary half-rings ─ that is, two pull-ups in each.

As always, a 30-count separated the sets.

I had one further regular pull-up, then hung as best I could for a 50-count with lower legs cocked back to resist touching the ground.

I think that I managed eight slow, full-range, decline push-ups on a ramp.

Then my bad right leg allowed me to hobble slowly back home.

It was not much past 4:30 a.m. ─ too dark to yet water the front yard garden plants. Consequently I bided time here at my bedside computer until well after 5 a.m. before returning outside to tend to that lengthy chore (a half hour or so).

I wonder if I am misremembering that it may have been as late as 6:30 a.m. before I was back to bed?

Whatever the case, it was not too very long after 8 a.m. when I reluctantly rose after wrestling over the decision for a time. My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him ─ there is always so much to do here at my bedside computer.

Note that my wife evidently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She rose just after 9:30 a.m. to shower and whatever else, leaving just after 10 a.m. on her rather long drive.

When my brother issued his invitation for me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, I started us off with 25 minutes (25:27) of nonsense published yesterday at BitChute's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Ancient Tumb of King Solomon Discovered? Proof of Ancient Demonology & Black Magick.

I have no interest in reproducing the video's fictitious description, so attend the link if this sort of thing interests you.

Coincidentally, I deem the deception being woven in that video to be perfectly in line with the topic of the next video we watched.

It was 37 minutes (37:39) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 🎬 Documentary: ‘Fall Of The Cabal Conclusion Part 4 ✶ New Age’ ✮⋆.

As we have seen so far in 4 part 'The Conclusion' series we have been lied to about almost everything. Our financial, military and religious system. Why not about New Age? What are the origins of New Age and what is it used for? This film takes you back into the roots of New Age, researching Blavatsky, Crowley, Steiner and Bailey. Discover how the narrative was folded into the 'new faith'. Find out what is true and what was meant as another control mechanism. Only when you know the truth, you will be able to really make choices about what you want to believe. When you know how you’ve been played with, you are free to decide which parts of New Age will still support you and which parts were meant to control you. You are free to decide what will work for you and what doesn’t.
Source: Cynthia Koeter on Substack: https://fallofthecabalofficial.substack.com

Cynthia is perfectly on track ─ since possibly as far back as the early 1970s I have been aware that the New Age movement is Satanically-inspired.

But carrying on, next I tuned in Juliet Bravo ─ episode nine ("Rage") of the first season. Actress Judy Liebert was absolutely fabulous as the overstressed mother ─ I cannot tolerate incessantly squalling toddlers and babies, so I felt deep sympathy for the attractive mother ("Kim").

Should you be interested, my source was on YouTube ─ quite possibly this one uploaded just last month on June 15 to the channel of Guy Crayford: Juliet Bravo-S1 E9.

I next tuned in a movie I had previous downloaded, but we had to break from it with a little more than an hour to go, so I will wait until we have watched it all before identifying it.

My brother had to take his bed rest; I had a meal and then was to bed after a nap. When I rose nigh 2:15 p.m., he was not here, so I rather hurried myself to ready for some backyard sunning. Unfortunately I failed to take note of my start time, but I have no doubt I was out there for the usual 1½ hours minimally.

Rather to my surprise, I found that my brother was home when I came back into the house. He had only been away on one or more errands.

As I worked on this post on this bath day, early into the evening he besought my help in  another attempt to try to download his address or contacts list from his Samsung Rugby III SGH-A997D cellphone.

The last time I tried, I had downloaded an application called Smart Switch onto this computer as well as a laptop, but it would not recognize his phone.

This time I downloaded Samsung Kies onto the laptop, for my brother's phone happens to have the app already installed. I didn't bother also downloading it onto this computer, so I do not know the version I downloaded ─ might it have been 2.6?

Whatever the case, nothing I did would get my brother's phone recognized by the laptop.

I wasted maybe anywhere from one to 1½ hours on the fruitless project. We decided to maybe try it fresh tomorrow ─ he had bought a new Motorola that he was charging.

So I had a late bath, weighing around 175 pounds when stripped naked before setting foot into the tub; and at 9:12 p.m. right now, I have not supped. But I feel so damned stressed from the earlier frustration that I am only interested in having at least one Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and watching a show here on my computer.

Back shortly.

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My viewing choice was The Guardian ─ episode 17 ("The Divide") of the first season. Always engrossing!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I did hold myself to one can of beer, but I had to go something like 19 minutes dry of the 45-minute episode because the beer went down so smoothly. I damned near opened a bottle of wine ... or even Jack Daniels.

I've no plans for getting up in the wee a.m. ─ it's already 11 p.m. If I wake and find myself unduly hungry, I may rise to remedy that state, but we shall see.