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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montrรฉal.

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

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Bad Seed

Due to getting to bed so late after 10 p.m. last evening, I never set my cellphone alarm to get me up. Besides, I felt that I needed a night of sleeping in.

However, I noticed when it began getting light outside this morning, rising to discover that it was not too very long after 5 a.m. At least this allowed me to get a jump on watering front yard garden plants. Then I went to the backyard tool shed to get 31 full flat-footed squats out of the way (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one held in the squat position for a 100-count before rising).

I still needed to loosen up my arms and shoulders before tackling what has become my normal numbers in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups there in the tool shed: Five and then two repetitions in the two sets of pull-ups; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of bars in the final two sets. I held the dead hang of the very final of those pull-ups for a 75-count.

This was going to be a hot day.

Towards 8 a.m. I had declined such that I returned to bed to potentially nap while biding time until my younger brother emerged from his bedroom.

I more or less rallied barely ahead of 9 a.m.; and had I not delayed, I could have claimed possession of the T.V., for my brother emerged from his bedroom a couple or so minutes past 9 a.m. while I was busy with something here on my bedside computer.

This meant that when I went downstairs to join him, I had to endure the infernal "morning show" he seems to have a need to watch the first segment of ─ it's hosted by a vacuous co-ed pair of trivial airheads.

When the first commercial break arrived and he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 30-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Carney’s conflict? Ethics screen covers 100+ companies.

The new Prime Minister is now barred from participating in decisions involving over 100 companies — including Brookfield Asset Management and Stripe — due to potential conflicts of interest tied to his vast investment portfolio.

On today’s episode of The Candice Malcolm Show, guest host Kris Sims dives into the explosive revelations from Mark Carney’s official ethics disclosure.

Carney has long preached green energy, yet he’s profited from oil giants like Chevron, Occidental, and Valero, all while promoting himself as a climate leader. Now we learn he’s personally invested in both fossil fuels and green energy firms — and is recusing himself from files involving them, even as his government plots major new pipelines and net-zero mandates.

Meanwhile, Carney is promising to slash public spending by $25 billion a year, which the left says would rival the 1990s’ deepest cuts. Yet even after these so-called reductions, Ottawa will still be spending more than ever.

Kris is joined by Canadian Taxpayers Federation federal director Franco Terrazzano to break down what this all means: Can Carney be trusted to act in the public’s interest when so much of the economy — and his own money — is riding on the decisions he’s making?

If I correctly heard one astounding claim in the video, it was this: fully a third of the employees of the bloated federal public service are earning an annual salary of at least $100,000! How is that possible or even sustainable?

I retired from the federal government in early April 2011 and even at that point I was not earning $50,000 annually.

What's going on?!

The next video I tuned in was nearly an hour, but I betook myself upstairs to research on behalf of my brother how to possibly transfer the address book, photos, etc., from his old Samsung Rugby III SGH-A997D cellphone to my computer to later transfer over to a new cellphone that will be 4G compatible, for both of our phones will supposedly become useless at the end of this month because 3G is being discontinued.

Like me, we never use the Web on our phones, so we do not download apps or listen to music or play games or anything of that sort.

I downloaded something called Smart Switch that is supposed to facilitate this sort of thing, but it does not recognize his Samsung when I have the cellphone plugged into a port on my computer. I attempted doing this on a laptop and met with the same issue, but eventually it was able to access his 33 photos and so I got copies of those transferred over.

Suffice to say, I gave up. My brother is going to try and get employees at one of his cellphone carrier's kiosks to figure things out ─ as yet neither of us has bought a new phone (I have an iPhone 5C).

Anyway, he found the video to be boring that I had left him to watch, so I cancelled out of it and instead tuned in The Johnathan Ross Show ─ the current season or series 22's episode four. I must say, actress Aimee Lou Wood and comedienne Joanne McNally were both a hoot!

After watching the episode, we both got back into trying to figure out the cellphone data transfer until we discovered it to be after 12:30 p.m. My brother needed further bed rest before he drove off to replenish his beer supply and take in to a recycler a bunch of empty beer cans and four-litre wine boxes. I went along because I wanted to replenish my own beer supply ─ I also bought a rather cheap bottle of Chilean red wine that was on display ─ Palo Alto.

I had not gotten my needed nap.

Once we were back, my brother soon left on foot to catch a bus and go social drinking. I could not fathom sunning, nor had I eaten aught. I had a light meal, and even though I had felt like I only wanted to start drinking beer and watching shows here on my bedside computer, I dared to sun ─ and it was easier to handle than I ever dreamed. But due to the late start ─ maybe 3:18 p.m. ─ I only sunned for maybe 68 minutes.

Back in the house as I worked on this post, I hit a serious decline right at the end of the afternoon and had to lie down in the dark under my ceiling fan ─ no doubt, the heat was proving too oppressive. But the 15 - 20 minutes truly helped me to recover.

Right now it is 6:57 p.m., and I am going to break from this post to watch a show and enjoy a beer. There will be no exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom!

By the way, she did have another full workday today, but never emerged from her bedroom to shower until at least 9:50 a.m. Yet she was away on her fairly long drive before quite 10:10 a.m., poor thing.

Back in a while!

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Note that my short lie-down was enhanced when my youngest stepson ─ who had worked at the office today ─ had come home and took it upon himself to bring up to my small bedroom a vertically longish and narrow upright fan that he then plugged in to blow air directly at me as opposed down upon me from the ceiling.

He can be a remarkably good young man ─ I do love him.

I watched two shows this evening, enjoying as many cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

First I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 19 ("Bad Seed") of season four. The episodes are always engrossing.

I only recently learned that the handsome actor (Julian McMahon) portraying FBI team leader character "Jess LaCroix" of the first three seasons, died early this month ─ uncensored suspicion is that his cancer was likely generated due to injection of the ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–จ๐–ฃ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡.

I ate my supper during the episode; and my viewing source was this GOOJARA.to link.

That show was then succeeded by Blood Ties ─ episode five ("Deadly Departed") of the first season. Guest actress Christine Chatelain as a mystic and former lover of vampire "Henry Fitzroy" sure was hot!

And my source was this GOOJARA.to link

Okay, I've got to brush my teeth and soon get to bed ─ it is already 9:46 p.m.

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