One Botched Sunday

When my 6 a.m. alarm chimed to get me up this morning, I felt phenomenally ill slept, but I only had what seemed my usual sort of night ─ something else had to be at the base of this, for I am certain I had retired well ahead of midnight, and I only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

It was all I could do to resist surrendering to more bed time.

But I was desperate to do some early grocery shopping.

Well, it never happened. I began doing my best to ready for the mile-long round trip hike shortly ahead of 8 a.m., but it was brightly sunny out, and I could not satisfy myself in dressing for public exposure.

If only it had been raining!

Before I knew it, the time had progressed to past 8:30 a.m.

At near 8:10 a.m. I made an attempt to go, and I even proceeded a very short distance beyond the mouth of the driveway. But I couldn't do it. The morning was too advanced. And with so much sunshine, I felt myself to look oddly overdressed, and already there were South Asians ─ Indians or Pakistanis or whatever the heck is the dominant population all over this part of Surrey ─ were already emerging from homes.

In total dejection, I called the venture off and returned home in utter defeat, a prisoner in my own home.

And now tomorrow ─ the Labour Day holiday ─ is my sole shot at grocery shopping for yet another week. I failed to get out last weekend for similar reasons.

I can go nowhere during the busy workweek ─ my imprisonment is complete, for no grocery stores locally open before 8 a.m.

Incidentally, despite the treacherously sunny morning that restrained me, the day thereafter became heavily overcast.

I never exercised at all this morning in the backyard tool shed. I considered that I might make up for it in the afternoon, but I chose instead to stick with my usual light session late in the afternoon in my wife's vacant bedroom.

At least I watered the front yard garden plants soon after rising this morning.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until something like 9:20 a.m.

When I was to join him awhile afterwards and got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to use, I aborted two videos we sampled before settling on a 16-minute (16:47) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Mac's Opinion channel: Canada’s Coffee Shame: Tim Hortons in Crisis.

Tim Hortons has gone from Canada’s coffee shop to Canada’s cautionary tale. From mouldy muffins, flies in coffee, cockroaches in display cases, and even bare-handed food prep, this isn’t the Tim’s we grew up with. In this explosive video, Mac’s Opinion exposes the filthy truth behind Canada’s most iconic brand, how immigration policies and Liberal mismanagement have fueled the decline, and why Canadian youth are left on the sidelines.

It was certainly convincing ─ I have no intention of ever buying anything from there hereafter.

After that I tuned in The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode seven of season or series 22. It was fun!

Young actress Bella Ramsey is considerably more mature and comfortable now as a talk show guest than when I once before saw her. And I knew that I was familiar with her from some show my brother and I had once watched, but it was only now in looking at her Wikipedia bio that I realize that is was Game of Thrones. 

To my surprise, my brother was set to return to his bedroom for further rest when the episode finished, and it was not yet quite 11:30 a.m.

I resisted returning to bed until maybe 12:30 p.m., napping nicely.

As said, it was heavily overcast once I rose, but it did rather clear to a large degree in the late afternoon.

I am this moment typing at 7:29 p.m., and my brother has not been home a full two minutes following his daily social drinking wherever he bused off to.

While he was away I watched a movie ─ 2018's A Veteran's Christmas. I loved the darned thing, and had to pace myself to just indulge in only two Cariboo Malts, for the evening was young and more would follow. Yeah, there were tears pretty much throughout.

The lead actress was Eloise Mumford, and I know I have enjoyed her previously ─ most likely in some earlier Christmas movie. She has the most naturally beautiful and believable features!

A backup actress playing the lead male character's sister was Amanda Lisman ─ I have no doubt that she is someone I have see act before. I enjoyed her in her role here.

What was a welcome and big surprise to me was a very secondary role played by actress Miriam McDonald ─ this lady's unusual good looks have drawn me ever since the earliest Degrassi series that I thought was the case; but apparently she only began appearing in Degrassi High and not the very earliest incarnations.

Her character in the movie was looking to be a rather negative personality, but she proved to be pure heart. This pleased me immensely, for I never saw it coming.

My source was this OK.ru link, even though I noticed that it might be available on YouTube here. I never tried the YouTube link even though the movie at OK.ru seemed initially blurry, and the audio hollow ─ the 'tin can' effect. I stuck with OK.ru and was soon enough content.

'Twas far too early for bed, so ─ desiring further drink ─ I poured a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) wine and watched Rescue: HI-Surf ─ episode five ("XXL") of the only season. Unfortunately I cannot recall any explanation of the "XXL" reference. I know that Roman numerals would depict our number '30', but so would XXX which would be far more likely by way of typical usage.

Boy, I sure felt sorry for the most lovely actress Zoe Cipres' character "Hina". Zoe played her exceptionally well.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The plan for tomorrow is to get up again at 6 a.m. and hope for the very damned best. I've got to grocery shop.

Lord, I must get to bed ─ it is 11:45 p.m.

Impact

The sole reason I rose when I did this morning ─ maybe around 6:30 a.m. ─ was to hustle outside to water the front yard garden plants. I had not done so yesterday, so I did not want to skip out on two days.

The morning was heavily overcast.

Following the watering, I then went to the backyard tool shed for a pathetic session of pull-ups and chin-ups. First four sets of pull-ups (3-2-2-2 reps), then three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2), and finishing with two sets of pull-ups between the two bars that I use (2-2 reps), and I held the dead hang after the very last pull-up for a 50-count.

Then came the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right knee: 20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count. Note that there is no point in increasing the number of squats ─ I just want to keep the ability to do them.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until maybe 8:10 a.m. to have coffee and watch T.V., but I refrained from joining him until just past 9 a.m.

And when I did, and he soon turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I led with an 18-minute (18:50) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why YOU Are the Criminal.

The video covered the "castle doctrine" as well as the right to have the means of self-defence ─ preferably at all times.

I followed that with a 21-minute (21:14) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: “It’s ABSURD!” CBC Guest Fact Checks Carney on LIVE TV—Poilievre Has Reporters SPEECHLESS.

CBC Couldn’t Handle It—Poilievre’s FACTS HUMILIATE Liberal Spin on Live TV

Thereafter came Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode five ("Saints of Imperfection") of season two.

Then we watched the second part of the season two double-episode (9 and 10) of the Ghosts (American version) storyline "The Christmas Spirit" that we began yesterday. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It felt Christmassy.

We finished up with an episode from YouTube's Ember channel, but danged if I can figure out which one it was. I had actually downloaded it ─ probably as much as a couple or more months ago; so maybe she deleted that specific episode. She's sure a cutie!

I must jump ahead now. It is already working towards 8 p.m. and I want to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

After my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest in the late morning, I probably dawdled until too near 1:30 p.m. before seeking my nap. By then it had become unexpectedly sunny outside.

I might not have been in bed for even an hour and could have sunned, but this was a bath day, so I decided to forego the sunning due to the cost of time involved. The damned bath takes pretty close to an hour. Heck, I didn't even exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

When stripped down for that bath and on an empty stomach, I weighed as much as 178 pounds.

I must withhold further comment. I have had my supper ─ my only meal today, apart from two mugs of instant coffee with the works. Right now it is 7:45 p.m. and time for entertainment and alcoholic refreshment.

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I tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode eight ("Danny Patrol") of season one. Lord, the "Karen" personality of dominant "Jane" was absolutely alluring to me!

My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link. And I held to one can of beer.

The show finished barely ahead of 9 p.m. and still my brother was not back from his outing via bus to social drink, but I think it was he that I heard enter the front door about 10 minutes later.

I needed more entertainment and the excuse it yielded for another beer, so I tuned in 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode 11 ("Impact") of season five. It sure had its good moments! But I could have done without the nonsense of "Tommy" seemingly reaching her end in the company of her dead husband who had come to comfort her.

What rot.

I made do with just one further can of beer; and my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The plan in the early a.m. is some local grocery shopping; so although I probably could cram in a bit more drinking and entertainment, I shall not. I actually do not feel any true need for it.

Maybe I will sign off here at 10:27 p.m. And maybe I'll be in bed by 11 p.m. at very latest.

The Furture's Looking ... ?

My cellphone alarm was not required overnight, for I found myself awake well before 2:30 a.m., and so I rose then.

My youngest stepson was still up, but we avoided contact. He was newly showering when I left on my outing to the elementary school playground that is maybe a ¾-mile round trip walk.

I found the equipment there with just the vaguest sheen of moisture, but it proved impossible to completely dry with my bandana. It was as if everything was exuding this moisture from within. This is the problem with not having unpainted metal to exercise on. The glossy paint covering anything metal, as well as any plastic-based products ─ are inferior as workout equipment.

But this is a very young children's playground, so that consideration is immaterial. The older kids' playground that was removed in earliest July has yet to be replaced.

I had come to the playground feeling rather capable, despite weighing in at about 185 pounds dressed exactly as I would be exercising. But I was deceived. The first set of pull-ups was unexpectedly difficult.

Of late my opening sets there at the playground have been seven pull-ups. This time I did three and may have begun a fourth when all heart in me fled and I surrendered in defeat.

I had my usual 30-count between sets. I think that I had three further sets of just two pull-ups before moving on to the usual three chin-ups in both of two sets, and then two pull-ups between a pair of half-rings in a final two sets.

I could not retain a hold on the slickly painted and vaguely damp metal bar for a dead hang that was beyond a 40-count. So I think that I did two further dead hangs of a 30-count apiece.

And I finished up with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp.

Am I overexercised? Or am I just becoming more bloody feeble in my old age?

After I was back home I chose to forego sitting up to water the front yard garden plants, a chore that I realize now well exceeds a half hour; and not too very long after 5 a.m. I returned to bed.

I suppose the rest of my morning began somewhere around 8:30 a.m., or maybe a little before. My younger brother was of course downstairs watching T.V., but I waited until after 9 a.m. before going down to join him.

When 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 1¼-hour (1:15:25) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: SHOULD PUTIN NUKE UKRAINE? Martin Armstrong.

Martin Armstrong is an internationally recognized economist, former hedge fund manager, the founder of AE Global Solutions Inc, Socrates, and Armstrong Economics. He talks the problem with bitcoin, neocons wanting war in Europe, Putin should respond with a nuke in Kiev, end of NATO, and much more.

My brother and I enjoy listening to Martin Armstrong, but we sure never expected to learn that the guy was my age ─ 75 years old! I wonder which of us has the edge?

Next we watched the last 21 or 22 minutes of a video we had cut short yesterday. At nigh 45 minutes, it had been published June 25, 2024, to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: GERMANIA BY TACITUS [SPQR] MODERN RENDITION.

Repost 8th May 2024 | THE PATRIOT CHANNEL | The Germania, written by the Roman historian Publius Cornelius Tacitus around 98 AD and originally entitled On the Origin and Situation of the Germans (Latin: De origine et situ Germanorum), is a historical and ethnographic work on the Germanic peoples outside the Roman Empire.

The full video description is much too detailed for me to care to reproduce here, so please refer to the link. Evidently Germania back in the time of Tacitus was pretty much the entirety of continental Europe excluding Spain and Gaul. And Italy and whatever else was considered Rome proper.

We finished up our morning T.V. together with Ghosts (American version) ─ episode nine ("The Christmas Spirit") of season two. The episode was only half of that Christmas title, so we'll probably watch episode 10 tomorrow.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was likely back to bed by maybe 12:30 p.m. at latest for my nap. I was to be there until fairly near 2 p.m.

Unsure if my brother was still in his bedroom (the door was closed) this very sunny day, I refrained from going out into the back yard to sun until around 2:30 p.m. My major concern was that he had left the lawnmower sitting out yesterday after he had come home from his social drinking, so it seemed very possible that he intended doing some work on it today and thus might yet be still resting in his bed.

Apparently he had already left for a bus to go social drinking again, and so at 2:37 p.m. I began well over 1½ hours of sunning, calling it off at 4:13 p.m.

I am back at the activity after a two-day break.

Anyway, it is now 6:46 p.m. and I am hankering a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a show, even if the beer is only at room temperature. I have had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, and will now put down a small supper and then tune in something here on my bedside computer.

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The first show I tuned in was FBI: International ─ episode five ("The Future's Looking Bright") of season four. This one proved extra dramatic and interesting for me, old and rather lonely fool that I am.

But I kept it to one can of beer.

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The episode finished around 8 p.m., and as yet my brother had not returned from his social drinking to join Bev where she has sat all day in the living room since rising in the noon hour.

I next tuned in The Rookie ─ episode six ("The Gala") of season seven. That one was fun ... and also romantically dramatic from numerous perspectives.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Not desiring to hit the hay quite as early as usual ─ and because I desired a little further alcohol ─ I tuned in a sitcom. 'Twas Whitney ─ episode three ("Silent Treatment") of the first season.

I love this series ─ how did I never come across it before? And I swear, some of the scenes of interactions between her and her lead man seem unrehearsed ─ they are just too natural and realistic together. To wit, the ending. He did not in the least seem to know what she was going to be saying in her mock imitation of him.

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

My drink was a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol), so we shall see how my night's sleep fares ─ I do not intend to deliberately be rising early. I had thought that I might attempt to grocery-shop locally, but this is a long weekend and thus Monday is pretty much like another day of the weekend. I ought to mange either Sunday or Monday, if not both as I am hoping.

As for my brother, he apparently arrived home while I was enjoying The Rookie. I was to hear him launch into one of his five-or-more-minute sneezing fits that are clearly an allergic reaction to his alcoholism. At least I no longer have to put up with them ─ they are Bev's joy now that she has full title to evenings with him.

Enough ─ it is nigh midnight, so I must publish this.

Deadline Day

Well, last night did not go as planned. The three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) kept me up until just past 10 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. I set my cellphone alarm for either 3 or 3:30 a.m. regardless.

After a few wakeful stretches of time, I finally checked the time, and it wasn't even 2 a.m. I was having a lousy night's sleep! Was it the drink ... the stifling heat in my bedroom ... both?

I would have been nuts to get up to my alarm to have an outing for exercise ─ that would have been quite the opposite of doing myself therapeutic good.

So I cancelled the alarm and did my best to sleep.

The night proceeded in like fashion, and I finally rose just past 6 a.m. to water the front yard garden plants.

With that done, I went out to the backyard and then the tool shed for the session of pull-ups and chin-ups that were my lot for not having gone to the elementary school playground in favour of remaining in bed.

I am performing poorly in the shed: three sets of pull-ups (3-2-2 reps); three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the two bars (2-2 reps), finishing the final pull-up with a dead hang for a 50-count.

The 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right knee followed (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted that was held in the full squat posture for a 100-count).

It was already after 7 a.m. by the time I was back in the house.

I think my younger brother emerged from his bedroom ahead of 8 a.m. for coffee and T.V. news, but I did not join him until a little after 9 a.m. when I went downstairs to fix up a breakfast.

When he invited me to begin operating our Android TV Box, my first video selection was cancelled out of after 10 minutes at most, I would say. I shall not identify it.

So I tuned in a 27-minute (27:44) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: NO SETTLERS: How Canada is setting up an apartheid system.

On today’s episode of the Candice Malcolm Show, Candice talks about how progressive virtue signalling and performative wokeism are destroying our country. In British Columbia, woke activists, academics and the NDP government officials routinely use terms like: settlers, colonizers and “uninvited guests” to describe Canadians. So it’s no surprise that some First Nations are taking this literally.

A beautiful provincial park just north of Whistler will close for the third time this year to “settlers” and only verified First Nations members can enter.

Yes, in Canada in 2025, your race and bloodline determine where you can and cannot go. This is what apartheid looks like.

Candice is joined by political thinker Caroline Elliot, who holds a PhD in political thought and works as a Senior Fellow with the Aristotle Foundation for Public Policy. Caroline argues that Canada is heading in a dark direction.

They discuss the distorted coverage by the legacy media – who hand wave and justify these race-based closures – and talk about the real implications of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples (UNDRIP) and its accompanying legislation in British Columbia.

Finally, they discuss the uncomfortable details of the recent B.C. Supreme Court ruling that gave 800 acres of private and public property to a First Nation tribe. In the written evidence, we learned how the Cowichan First Nation was able to obtain that land – through extreme acts of violence and barbaric force.

So why does their historic use of force give them the right to the land, but early French and English explorers who conquered and developed Canada are seen as illegitimate?

Next, Candice speaks to Alberta lawyer Ricky Bagga about proposed changes to Alberta’s insurance laws that he argues strips away rights and imposes a top down model onto Albertans. You can learn more by visiting https://www.AlbertansAgainstNoFault.com

Next I tuned in Yellowstone ─ episode two ("The Sting of Wisdom") of season five.

Wikipedia's description of a scene in that episode was this:

In a flashback, John finds dead animals around a stream on his property and discovers utility workers spraying an EPA-approved herbicide that seeps into the water. The ranch hands attack the foreman responsible, vandalize the equipment, and spray his house with the deadly weed killer.

I had no idea that the incident was a flashback. I thought that it was some contemporary event that was leading up to some new storyline. Had I not now just happened to have read that description, I would never have known.

We finished up our viewing with a sort of documentary, but only got about halfway through it before my brother begged off for his bed rest. I will speak of it once we have completed watching it ─ probably tomorrow.

I sacrificed my sunning yesterday for little good purpose ─ it was cloudy all day today.

My brother ─ following his bed rest ─ chose to mow the lawns. Thus, had it been sunny, I would have had a delayed start on sunning because he never gave up work on the evidently faulty lawnmower until maybe 2:45 p.m. And it was almost 3 p.m. when I heard him bid Bev a goodbye as he left for a bus so he could social-drink somewhere.

I don't think he repaired the lawnmower, nor do I know if he finished the mowing chore. Maybe if it is sunny tomorrow afternoon, my sunning opportunity will be impinged to some degree ... but I'm not unduly concerned of it.

Actually, I now see in the late afternoon that there is weak sunshine out there, for the cloud cover seems to have become thick haze.

I have had some exercise ─ primarily for my bad right knee ─ in my wife's vacant bedroom, so I am going to break from blogging now at 5:57 p.m. to gather up a very light supper, and then I will see about watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying no more than two cans of beer.

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My first entertainment choice was Blood Ties ─ episode eight ("Heart of Fire") of the first season. I really got into this one!

I chose as my source this GOOJARA.to link despite having found that the entire series might be on YouTube. In the case of this episode, GOOJARA's episode appeared to be approximately a couple of minutes longer than the YouTube source was listed as being, so of course I went for the fuller video source.

I must here confess that I am likely very fortunate that there are no actual vampires, for I find the image of a gorgeous humane vampiress to be so incredibly seductive that I am practically convinced that I would submit to her if I believed her that she would not kill me by drinking me dry. 

Incidentally, my brother had returned home before I tuned in the show, and he surprised both Bev and I by heading outside to the backyard to finish the mowing job. According to her, he had merely 'flooded' the engine earlier, and had correctly assumed that to be the issue.

Anyway, my second show was Heimebane (Home Ground) ─ season one's episode seven ("Deadline Day"). I truly enjoy the series, but I do not like that I find myself having to use WLEXT.is as my source (in this instance, this link). By the time I get the video player playing and have it enlarged, at least three different advertisement browsers have been forced open upon me. I use the Brave browser, by the way.

But damn, it's an interesting show.

I held myself to a second can of beer ─ no risk of repeating last night.

And I think that at this point I am going to wrap things up so that I can start shutting down everything I need to before restarting my computer ─ I cannot shut it down because for some wretched reason, once my computer gets cold, it proves itself unwilling to start up again. I can spend a hell of a lot of minutes over and over trying to get it to kick in.

So I just restart it and then leave it until I am ready to work with it again the next day.

Enough talk! It is 9:41 p.m. 

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Although my cellphone may have been set for 3:30 p.m. overnight, at some much earlier point after realizing I was awake with no likelihood of soon sleeping again, I checked the time to discover that it may have only been 2:18 a.m.

I lay some time longer, but could not reconcile continuing. Either I cancel my alarm and gain as much sleep as possible, or else I rise and get a head start on things.

So I rose.

My youngest stepson was apparently just then shutting down everything below and going to bed.

I made the ¾-mile round trip walk to the elementary school playground to try once again to maintain my numbers there in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I had weighed myself attired just as I would be when exercising, and was pretty much encroaching 181 pounds.

I forgot yesterday to mention that when stripped naked for my bath, I was doing the same for the 176-pound mark.

The equipment was dry at the playground ─ always a most welcome feature. But attaining seven pull-ups in the first set was just about everything I had in me. Even so, I managed the two pull-ups typical of the second set; and then the usual three chin-ups in both the third and fourth sets.

At this point my breathing was laboured, and the humidity of the night was causing me to develop a moist sheen.

With the 30-count pause expiring that I take between sets, I began the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of fairly stationary half-rings ─ I normally manage two pull-ups in each set.

But I was bagged. I managed one barely won pull-up and was just beginning the second when all heart left me and I failed.

I think that I took a 60-count, and then managed two pull-ups in both of the remaining two sets.

Then with another 30-count expiring, I tried a dead hang from a metal bar ─ the last two times I hit a 90-count, but I had rested as much as 1½ minutes first. This time I surrendered at a 70-count.

I finished up with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp, starting them maybe a couple of minutes after the dead hang.

My bad right knee is seriously slowing me down when I walk. It's disheartening ─ anything far is out of reach because of the time it would cost me. As well, my jarring, plodding walking style would be too traumatic on me for any great length of time.

Back home I decided to water a large rectangular plot of garden in the front yard lawn even though it was still night, for there are no longer any actual blooms that would be at risk from being blasted with a harsh stream of hose water.

But I saved the other garden areas that are full of blooming flowers for when I could see clearly to water safely. As it turned out, that now does not happen until nearly 6 a.m., and even then it is heavily gloomy ─ the nights are growing dramatically longer.

I now forget, but I may have returned to bed fairly soon past 7 a.m.

And I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not venture downstairs to join him until just past 9 a.m.

At his invitation to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 34-minute (34:06) video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: How Europe's Elites Get Rich On Invading Countries - While Their People Suffer.

Journalistically Speaking with Rick Sanchez

Europe's elites are not interested in the well-being of their own people, but when it comes to invading countries, they are the first to call on the people to make sacrifices.

Journalistically Speaking host, Rick Sanchez interviews Brazilian journalist Pepe Escobar about this growing issue, along with the recent raid of John Bolton's home and the latest on the Israeli genocide of Palestinians, in Gaza.

There is more to the video description, including various reference links, so refer directly to it if curious.

We were to also watch a 1¼-hour (1:17:33) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: HIGH ALERT! DID UKRAINE JUST DECLARE WAR ON HUNGARY? ZELENSKY DEMANDS MORE CASH FROM NATO | REDACTED.

We finished with Seal Team ─ episode seven ("Outside the Wire") of season two.

My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for further rest. I deviantly debauched. I never sought my nap until maybe 1:30 p.m., sabotaging my afternoon sunning.

It was to happen that I did pull myself together around 2:20 p.m. and rose, but I was despondent and crestfallen. Sunning consistently as I have largely been doing requires almost a steely dedication because there is no longer anything pleasant about it. We have no backyard privacy, for one thing.

So I wrote the session off.

One good thing about having done so was that I was able to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom (primarily for the working of my damaged right leg) before the westerly Sun had yet flooded into it with brilliance and oppressive heat.

And now at 5:15 p.m. I am going to break from this post and seek some moral restoration by watching a Christmas movie while enjoying some drink. I am determined for once to be in bed well before 10 p.m. so that I can rise at 3 a.m. for another outing to the school playground. My supper will be exceptionally meagre, so that may benefit me in the wee a.m.

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I selected 2018's Christmas Cupid's Arrow ─ and I loved it!

The lead character was played by actress Elisabeth Harnois, whom I cannot claim to have any familiarity with. And initially she didn't much attract me, but I soon recognized how beautiful the actress truly was.

And how could I be unfamiliar with her when she has such lengthy acting credentials?

And then there was her best friend played by English supporting actress Sasha Jackson ─ also unknown to me, but such a desirable young thing!

Both of these actresses are now on my impossibly long list of actors whose work I want to one day watch.

My movie source was this uFLIX.to link.

I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the flick. And although I never had any emotional breakdowns, I was completely invested in the feature. I could easily watch it again the coming Christmas season in the proper company.

Next I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 22 ("Heaven Falling") and season four finale.

And I see that actress Alexa Davalos participated no further in the series. If I correctly remember, I only began watching the series because she was in it ─ I thought that she was fabulous in The Man in the High Castle.

Oh well, I never cared for her role in this series ─ she was too uni-dimensional. Her character had absolutely no substance.

And I knew she was 'hot' ─ there was no trace of that in this series.

I drank another can of beer plus a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol). I want to drink and watch more, but I have to begin closing shop here on my bedside computer and hope for the best in the wee a.m.

My supper was just a can of sardines and an apple.

'Tis 9:21 p.m.

First Date

At bedtime last night I chose not to set my cellphone alarm to rise early for an outing, even though it would mean I would have to confront exercising instead in the backyard tool shed.

As I recall overnight, a wakeful point arrived that had me check the time, and it was something like 3:28 a.m. Prior to retiring, I had considered setting the alarm for 3:30 a.m.

So yes, I could have risen then, but I was already resigned not to impose the loss of sleep to my day that would be the result of getting up then.

It was a little past 6 a.m. when at last I later checked the time and rose. I could have then gone out to water the front yard garden plants, but I would afterwards then be facing the tool shed exercising, and it daunted me.

I fussed here at my computer, and then towards 7 a.m. went out front. By then, I felt reluctant to water because there might be bees already at work, and I did not care to risk harming any with a harsh blast of hose water. Fortunately, the soil everywhere I checked still seemed moist.

But that damned tool shed ─ I just cannot deal with doing pull-ups and chin-ups on that metal ladder (to a child's slide) that I have stretched across some rafters. The sides that I have to use are too thick to allow me the potential that exists in something more conducive for gripping.

And I am so terribly inflexible and seemingly strained or overtrained that even extending my arms overhead results in some rebellion of the anatomical architecture of the shoulders and even the triceps regions ─ this state manifests all the time such that I wonder if it may be permanent. After all, not many men 75 years of age are exercising like this with all of the past damage that I have incurred over the years.

I know that I 'go for failure' each time I have these pull-ups and chin-ups ─ and on a near daily basis; this is supposedly counter-productive. But I am so poor anymore in acquiring my repetition totals that my pride cannot bear that six pull-ups in an opening set is now a maximum ─ so I keep seeking to keep matching them each day.

Evidently I cannot do so in the shed anymore. At least at the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile away I get sufficient walking to help loosen me up to some degree.

So all I managed were three sets of pull-ups (3-2-2 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the bars (2-2 reps), with a 50-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up.

I was about to leave the shed before I remembered that I still had to do the 31 full flat-footed squats to try and regain use of my right knee, so I stopped myself and did those (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the full squat posture for a 100-count before rising).

I want to skip the usual pointless detailing of the early part of my day, for evening is here as I type these words.

As usual over the latter half of the morning my younger brother and I watched some T.V., primarily through our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a video not too short of 1½ hours (1:22:50) that had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What Remains| Facts about 215 & Mass Graves with Frances Widdowson.

Next up was a six-minute (5:58) video uploaded February 20, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Federal Reserve Explained - The Fed is Out of Control.

The video description is far too lengthy ─ I am not going to reproduce it.

We also watched the second half (or so) of the movie we had postponed finishing yesterday ─ 1999's eXistenZ. Let's just say that yesterday's portion was far better.

If you want to give it a go, my source was this June 26, 2024, published version to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: 📽Where does reality stop... And the game begins❓ eXistenZ (1999) (Mystery/Sci-fi/Thriller)R🕞1h 37m.

As well, and finally, we watched 2023's Frasier ─ episode seven ("Freddy's Birthday") of the first season. My source was probably this GOOJARA.to link.

This has been a bath day, so I had a shorter afternoon sunning session (just over 1¼ hours) and I skipped any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Right now it is 8:05 p.m. and I am taking a break so I can watch a show and have a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My brother is not yet home from his bus trip away to social drink.

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I am going to rush through this to get to bed as early as possible, for I want to attend that elementary school playground in the early a.m. for exercise.

I watched two shows, beginning with FBI ─ episode five ("Pledges") of season seven. My source was this uFLIX.to link. It was a good show, and I held to the one can of beer.

But it ended after 9 p.m., so I felt forced to watch something short; and to have a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) rather than a second beer.

This time I watched Whitney ─ the second episode ("First Date") of the first season. Whitney Cummings was quite the 'scrawny' yet delicious babe, I gotta say!

My source was the same website, but this specific uFLIX.to link.

Okay, I don't know if I'll get up in the wee a.m. for that walk or not, but I feel that I must try.

So time to start winding things down here at my computer, for at present it is 9:56 p.m.

Together

I rose overnight to a 3:30 a.m. setting of my cellphone alarm, for I never got to bed last evening till too near 10:30 p.m.; and even then, I came close to calling things off and returning to bed at 3:30 a.m.

But I had my outing ─ the nigh 1½-mile round trip walk to the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets up pull-ups and chin-ups. I was to find that despite my tool shed failures of both Saturday and Sunday, I am remaining constant with my recent performances at the playground.

The equipment was dry, except for a very vague sheen on the bar I was to use for a dead hang ─ I felt obliged to use my bandana to wipe it dry.

So two sets of pull-ups (seven and two reps); two sets of chin-ups (three reps in each); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (two reps in each).

There had been a 30-count between the sets; and it was likely as much as two minutes before I tackled the dead hang for a 90-count. If the bar had not been painted with a slick and glossy yellow, I could have held on for a 100-count, but my right hand was steadily slipping.

I sure miss the older kids' playground that was removed early in July and yet to be replaced.

Anyway, I finished up after maybe another couple or more minutes with 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp.

I never got back to bed until around 7:30 a.m. because I felt committed to watering the front yard garden plants, and that cannot be done until maybe 5:45 a.m. at earliest due to longer nights now.

In my old journal back in 1984 at this time, I had written that the early a.m. of August 24 was so chilly that I felt frost to be soon visiting. And for the wee a.m. of August 25, I wrote that I was reluctant to get up for an early outing because with my open bedroom window, the night seemed too unpleasantly chilly.

Wow!

Yet the daytime was probably as hot as present, which of late has been into the mid-80s degrees Fahrenheit (maybe as much as 30º Celsius).

I was only in bed a bit over an hour after my a.m. outing this morning, I would say. My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., so I wanted to be available soon after 9 a.m. to take over the viewing with our Android TV Box.

When I got that invitation, I tuned in a 1½-hour (1:29:03) video published August 20 to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Dr Lee Merritt Dr Kirk Moore, Who Went to Jail For Protecting His Patients 18-Aug-2025.

https://rumble.com/v6xr19c-dr.-merritt-and-dr.-kirk-moore-who-went-to-jail-for-protecting-his-patients.html?
Dr. Kirk Moore upheld the finest ethical standards by helping his patients avoid a treatment he knew to be harmful. For this the government lied to prosecute him, and using standard channels to the current administration did nothing to help.

After that I tuned in a movie I had previously recorded. We only got maybe halfway through before my brother bowed out to have further bed rest, but he by then seemed disinterested, spending what seemed nigh 10 minutes texting with a probable drinking buddy.

I'm rather enjoying it ─ 1999's eXistenZ. I will say nothing further, except that I started finding Jennifer Jason Leigh to be remarkably sexy; and I am surprised that the Wikipedia movie write-up did not seem to mentioned the fact that the video game portal in people's lower spine looks for all the world like an 𝔞𝔫𝔲𝔰, and there is an erotic factor involved as when the lead male character cannot seem to resist starting to perform oral love when Jennifer's character has her bared 'bio-port' exposed to him.

It freaks her out, and he is abjectly apologetic over his loss of control, but I found the scene titillating.

There was another scene where Jennifer was seated / reclining against the very edge of some item of furniture, and we had a full side view of her in her short tight skirt for a good length of time. To me, her legs looked fabulously sculpted ─ my gosh!

So more on the movie tomorrow, in all likelihood.

I maybe had gotten to bed for a nap ahead of noon, and remained there until a little past 1:30 p.m. I had actually managed two blocks of napping in that stretch.

My brother was still home when I rose from the nap, but he soon left to catch a bus so he could engage some social drinking somewhere. He was back by 7 p.m.

I got in just over 1½ hours of backyard sunning, calling it off at 3:48 p.m.

Towards the end of the afternoon I even managed a little exercising in my wife's vacant and overheated bedroom, primarily to work my bad right leg. Honestly, I don't think I am ever going to have proper use of it again. Forget trying to run ─ even long walks are off the books because of not only how slow I am, but because of the jarring, plodding gait that is my lot now.

It is 7:05 p.m., and I am here taking a break to round up a very light supper, and then I will be watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so I can enjoy some Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I tuned in Titans ─ episode five ("Together") of the first season. I am liking this series a lot thus far!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

I suppose the episode ended around 8:20 p.m., and then at 8:23 p.m. my youngest stepson texted me to enquire if I was still up ─ he had some food for me!

I had eaten sparingly (a can of sardines in water, and an apple), so I'll probably add this to that meagre repast.

Naturally, I had a can of beer with Titans.

My second and final show was Prime Suspect ─ the pilot episode of the first season. It was very good ─ I'm happy to now follow the series.

My source was this uFLIX.to link. I'm finding that it can take four or five times of clicking the different play buttons before an actual source is linked to and the show starts.

I'm going to start winding things down now and getting to bed very soon. I had a second can of beer, but I wish to blazes time would quit running away on me so I had time to drink and watch more.

It is 10:05 p.m. right now. 

Devastating Swords of Damocles

I felt a little surprised that my 5 a.m. alarm this morning actually woke me, for I do not believe that I had gotten to bed any later than 11 p.m.

I bided time here at my bedside computer until after 5:30 a.m. when it had become light enough outside that I could see clearly enough to water the front yard garden plants ─ likely it was nearer 6 a.m. than 5:30 a.m.

When that was done, I visited the backyard tool shed, but I found ─ as yesterday ─ that I cannot sustain the strain of achieving what had come to be my expected norms in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

So I settled. I had four sets of pull-ups (3-2-2-2 repetitions) then three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2 repetitions); and the usual two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (two repetitions in each), holding the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count.

Then the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted held in the squat posture for a 100-count).

Towards 8 a.m. I intended to hike the half mile or so to do some local grocery shopping, for the store opens at that hour.

The day was clearly going to be another brilliantly hot and sunny one.

By 7:30 a.m. I had burned out ─ no bloody way I could confront the world on such a morning, even if a Sunday. I needed gloom ─ even rain would have been preferable.

I felt so unnaturally tired.

And so I returned to bed for about an hour. There would be no shopping today.

When next I rose around 8:30 a.m., my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. I soon enough joined him, and a little ahead of 9 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could work our Android TV Box.

First up was to be a 17-minute (17:40) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "White Girl thrown out of DJ event…for a Black Braid?!"

My sympathies for the attractive brunette denied entry to the "2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly" event ... but why on Earth would she have ever wanted to attend anything like this in the first place if she was Straight (i.e., normal) ─ and pay $60 to do so?

My next video choice was 51 minutes (51:39) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: You Won't Believe What Carney Said About Trump | Stand on Guard.

I tuned that one in because I'm honestly sweet on Katie Pasitney, but the quite lengthy video description does not mention her ─ it's focussed on weakling Marxist Carnage.

As a result, I also tuned in an 11-minute (11:25) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Rebel News channel: 'Devastating' blow to ostrich farm as high court upholds CFIA cull order.

http://SaveTheOstriches.com | Universal Ostrich Farms in rural Edgewood, B.C. was dealt a serious blow Thursday after a "devastating" Federal Court of Appeal decision, likely sentencing 400 healthy ostriches to death.

I sure as Hell wish that I was able-bodied and lived near there.

We also watched Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode seven ("Toldja") of season six.

I also re-watched the premiere episode of Whitney for my brother's sake to see if he enjoyed it anywhere near as much as I did a few evenings ago when I tried the series out.

Well, I saw no reactions from him whatsoever, and he did not say aught afterwards, so I am concluding that it just isn't for him. I shall hereafter watch it on my own.

I still declare that actress Whitney Cummings was devastatingly 'hot' in a sexy nurse costume and playing the sexpot role!

We finished up with the first half hour or so of a Joe Rogan show, but I won't mention it unless we continue with it ─ the video is around three hours long!

I'll ask my brother tomorrow if he wants to continue with it.

All else I will say of the hot day is that following my early afternoon nap, I put in something over 1½ hours of sunning. However, I just couldn't deal with later exercising in my wife's overheated vacant bedroom ─ it was far too stifling in there.

Concerning her, she has asked me for $500 to help her get a flight home to here from Thailand. I consulted with her youngest son, and he says to not do it. He knows he'll have to try and make up for mortgage shortfalls once my pension fails.

He even said that she needs to stay there until eventually she can afford to get back, whether it's by maybe getting $100 a month from us, and potentially borrowing from her sister and/or friends. But he's adamant that I not sacrifice $500 I ─ and by extension he ─ cannot afford.

So somehow I must convey that to her.

I want a drink. Right now it is 7:22 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging.

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And I just kicked over an open can of to-me expensive Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) because I wanted to make this blog update ─ why does blogging cost so damned much of my useless life?

I watched iZombie ─ episode seven ("Filleted to Rest") of season five. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Interesting enough, of course. But I wanted more to drink, for my poor wife had left me a Facebook Messenger text thanking me about the $500 and asking what I wanted her to bring me back from Thailand.

𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓭-𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮!

After pouring a glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol), I began watching The 100 ─ episode 12 ("Damocles – Part One") of season five.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Is the viewing audience so bloody dense that "Octavia" and her conscience turnaround ─ after the uncountable numbers of her own people she has directly killed ─ suddenly makes her somehow identifiable and lovable again?

The bitch needs to die ─ I wanted it there in the gorge, but oh no!

At least the episode was more involving for me than of late. Incidentally, I think the "Clarke" character needs being rid of as well.

I likely had ¾ of the can of beer still remaining when I leapt into action and resurrected the fallen soldier, but I was so overwrought I poured the wine regardless.

Enough blogging. I'm going to shut down most of the open ... whatever ... on my computer and send forth the ill news to my wife.

There's a loving God?

It is 9:35 p.m.

After Hours

Although it may have been nigh midnight when I got to bed last evening, I did not rise until around 7:45 a.m. And I had to hustle to get outside to do some watering of front yard garden plants.

Meantime, my younger brother rose to watch T.V. and have coffee. 

Afterwards I nevertheless ventured out to the backyard tool shed for the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I just could not overcome the already strained anatomical architecture involved in that exercising to deal with the expected repetitions.

I think I just did a couple of pathetic nominal sets of pull-ups, and maybe one of chin-ups, before doing a final pull-up between the bars and then holding the dead hang for maybe a 50-count.

I tried not to beat myself up about this.

At least I had the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right leg (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count).

When I joined my brother for some T.V. and got his invitation around 9:10 - 9:15 a.m. to start operating our Android TV Box, I tuned in the second half of the nearly four-hour Shawn Ryan Show video (3:49:18) we had to break from yesterday at around the halfway point: AJ Gentile - Inside the Biggest Conspiracies in the World | SRS #229.

Then we finished up the last half or so of a nearly 50-minute (49:58) video uploaded November 8, 2023, to YouTube's FD Ancient History channel: Empire Builders: The Christian Empires | FD Ancient History.

In the 5th century A.D. the Roman Empire, which had ruled across Europe for 600 years, was facing collapse. More than 100 years earlier in 332 Emperor Constantine, who'd erected his victory arch in Rome, had moved the capital of the empire to a city in modern-day Turkey which was named Constantinople.
Constantine was the first Roman emperor to become a Christian and over the next 1000 years, his Eastern Roman Empire embraced Christianity and became the Byzantine Empire. Constantine changed the course of human history. With his adoption of Christianity, Christianity went from a persecuted minority sect to being the official religion of the Roman Empire.
Later, in the final years of the 1st century, Christian forces were more aggressive as Crusaders fought to retake Christendom's holy lands and sites from another younger religion on the march, Islam.
Meanwhile, Europe's great new sea-faring and trading power, Venice, sought accommodation and profit from all sides, whether Christian, Jew, or Muslim, in a complex game of shifting alliances, hostility, and war.

In this episode of Empire Builders, we explore 10 sites that made history. We visit Bryzantium's greatest church, the Hagia Sophia in modern-day Istanbul, the Crusaders' greatest fortress, Crac de Chevalier in modern-day Syria, and St Marks Basilica, in Venice, a showcase of the Venetian Empire at its peak., Together through these great sites, and others we chart the rise and fall of the great Christian empires of Byzantium, the Crusades, and Venice

We had to break from it two mornings earlier in favour of bed rest for my brother.

Time has run away on me. I only managed 48 minutes of afternoon sunning (3:20 - 4:08 p.m.) due to napping long and also finding my brother still home watching a Canadian Football League game with Bev.

He got back this evening no later than 8:12 p.m. from his daily bus trip to do his social drinking, by which time I had only recently had my day's sole meal (apart from two coffees earlier, of course).

In some desperation, I located a show to watch here on my bedside computer. My choice was Severance ─ episode nine ("The After Hours") of season two. This one was getting good!

I love how fierce Brett Lower is as her "innie" character ─ she has a walk that to me implies so much power. Hell, I feel that she's so darned hot!

And now there is but one further episode remaining in the series.

If interested, my source was this uFLIX.to link.

Next I watched Legacies ─ episode three ("We're Being Punked, Pedro") of the first season. It was okay. I'm just not fussy about some of the young male characters; and one of them ─ "Landon" ─ appears like he's going to be fairly central in the series.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I had two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) over the evening. I hoped to be abed by 10 p.m., but that ain't surely happening. The morning plan is some early grocery shopping at the market half a mile from here that opens at 8 a.m., so I should be able.

Right now as I start shutting down browsers and their tabs, and also some programmes, it is 10:29 p.m.

Biggest Conspiracies

I have little blogging time, for it is already after 7 p.m.

I rose overnight to my 3 a.m. alarm, and by 4 a.m. was off on the nigh two-mile round trip walk to my financial institution's nearest ATM to withdraw $200.

It was to cost me $5 when someone bummed $5 off me. He looked like a lean South Asian male, but he spoke English with no accent and in fact used vernacular. So perhaps he was Canadian-born. It was fairly cool out, but his torso was only garbed in a short-sleeved top of some description.

On my way back home I of course stopped at the elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ the usual number of reps: seven and two in the first two sets of pull-ups; three in each of the middle two sets of chin-ups; and two in each of the last two sets of pull-up between a pair of mainly stationary half-rings.

Of course there was a 30-count between sets. 

After maybe 1½ - 2 minutes I then held a dead hang for a 90-count; and then after another similar stretch of time I underwent 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp before hobbling my way back home with my bad right leg.

Note that the playground equipment was fairly damp, so I had to use my bandana.

It was barely past 5 a.m. once I was here again, so I spent time at my bedside computer until after 5:30 a.m. when it was getting light enough to see outside so I could water the front yard garden flowers.

I never returned to bed until around 7:30 a.m., and merely spent an hour or so in bed before rising again so I could watch some latter morning T.V. with my younger brother. There is little sense joining him before 9 a.m. because only rarely does he surrender the T.V. to me before then ─ usually it's 9:10 - 9:15 a.m.

When he did and I put our Android TV Box into action, I started us off with a 21-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Now how do we get rid of Carney?

My next video choice was not too very much below four hours (3:49:18), and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show channel: AJ Gentile - Inside the Biggest Conspiracies in the World | SRS #229.

AJ Gentile is an American producer, writer, actor, and YouTube personality best known as the creator, host, and writer of "The Why Files," a channel that delves into conspiracy theories, mysteries, and unexplained phenomena with engaging storytelling and a skeptical lens.

Before gaining fame on YouTube, Gentile worked in Hollywood as a producer and writer, contributing to projects like The Naughty Show (2011) and Stoned Science (2018), and provided voice-over work, including roles in The Legend of Korra. In 2011, he co-founded SpeedWeed, a cannabis delivery company, with his brother Gino and wife Jen.

The Why Files has amassed a large following for its professional, encyclopedia-like analysis of conspiracies without interruptions.

It may be needless to say, but we only watched maybe the first half before my brother begged off for further bed rest. So now we have to watch the second half as well as the final 25 minutes or so of a documentary we had broken from yesterday.

Maybe tomorrow?

I had eaten before returning to bed following my outing, so I was likely to bed for my early afternoon nap around 12:30 p.m., remaining there until shortly before 2 p.m. By that time my brother was gone on foot to catch a bus to go social drinking.

I never managed to begin my afternoon sunning until 2:37 p.m., and put in a little over 1½ hours. It may even have been as late as 4:18 p.m. before I called it quits.

Today has been a bath day, so taking care of that is what has set me behind. And for a second consecutive day I have not had latter afternoon exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I am going to break here and fetch a tiny supper to eat, and then start watching a show here on my bedside computer so I can start some drinking, beginning with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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By the way, stripped naked for my bath, I weighed around 175 pounds.

And my brother got home whilst I was finishing up my supper. 

The first show I was to watch was Krypton ─ episode one ("Light-Years From Home") of the second season. My excellent source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Actress Hannah Waddingham was especially appealing 'biologically' in this one ─ I think she could easily play someone dynamically 'hot'.

After two DC shows last evening and now one thus far tonight, I'm about full of that fare.

Fortunately my second show was Too Close to Home ─ episode two ("A Happy Invasion") of season two.

I had some trouble finding a working source, but I struck success with this CineGo.co link.

Boy, things are brewing up and about to boil over in that series!

I managed with just two cans of beer over the evening. I have no plans on rising extra early in the a.m., so I am going to take the time to brush my teeth before getting to bed. I feel pretty darned tired.

At present it is 11:18 p.m.

Spicing Things Up

There was no overnight outing, even though I got to bed by 10 p.m., I believe. I think my cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but a point arrived in the night when I felt so wakeful that I checked the time with a mind to just get up if the time was close enough to 3:30 a.m.

Remember, I had been awake a while before this. So the time when I looked?

Bloody 1:50 a.m.!

That was too damned early ─ it would destroy my day.

I attempted to return to sleep, but after 18 minutes it was apparent that it was futile, so I rose. I felt it to be too soon yet to be having an outing, so I dawdled here at my bedside computer until just past 3 a.m.

When I realized the time, I made to rise in consideration of possibly readying to go out, but I was suddenly deluged with an impossibly overwhelming weariness that seemed to strike from out of nowhere.

I helplessly looked at my bed, and knew that was the only place I would be going.

And so it was.

Notwithstanding, sleep still took its time visiting me.

I had given up on going anywhere ─ sleep was the target, so I was not going to be fretting on the time.

When next I did make a check because of how light it seemed outside, it was just past 7 a.m., so I got myself up.

I checked the outside front yard garden plants, and concluded that the earth seemed damp enough ─ watering could be skipped.

So next I visited the backyard ─ I needed to have the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I otherwise would have had at the elementary school playground had I gone on my outing.

My totals in repetitions for the tool shed are remaining constant with the usual 30-count between sets: first two sets of pull-ups (six and two reps); then two sets of chin-ups (three reps in each set); and finishing with two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (two reps in each set).

At the conclusion of the final pull-up, I only felt able to endure a dead hang for a 30-count.

I next had the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg: 20 assisted squats, then 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted held in the squat for a 100-count before the rise.

Then I opted to try a dead hang again, managing either a 40- or 50-count, for I now forget.

It was just after 8 a.m. once I was back in the house, and already my younger brother was downstairs and watching the news.

Regardless, I came upstairs here to my bedroom until at least 8:50 a.m. before going back downstairs to join him.

I was yet to eat, but I did that within the next hour.

At being given his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box at 9:10 a.m. or a bit later, we were to spend most of the latter morning watching a nearly two-hour (1:54:57) video published August 16 to BitChute's Banned YouTube Videos channel: Tucker Carlson Network | Seth Harp - 24 Unsolved Murders | Tucker Carlson.

Fort Bragg is America’s largest military base. According to reporter Seth Harp, it’s also a hotbed of murder and drug trafficking.

Once that was done, we got halfway through a 50-minute documentary before my brother voiced needing his bed rest, so I expect that we will continue with it tomorrow ─ I will cite it once we have viewed all of it.

I probably acquired 1½ hours back in bed for my early afternoon nap, fully expecting to be doing some afternoon sunning.

And so I did!

From 2:11 p.m. until at least 3:48 p.m. ─ comfortably over 1½ hours. I had taken a six-day layoff.

There won't be too much more sunning possible once September hits.

As I have been blogging since sunning, I have also gotten involved in some posts on Facebook and a couple of email replies to my older half-sister. Due to those distractions I discovered that my afternoon had run out and it was after 6 p.m. ─ too late to take the time for any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, for I crave to enjoy a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer.

And so I am here going to take a break at 6:37 p.m.

By the way, my supper was primarily three delicious slices of pizza that my youngest stepson brought up to me earlier. 

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My first show was The Flash ─ episode 19 ("Negative, Part One") of season eight. Lord, I get so fed up seeing the same evil villains constantly cropping up over and over again ─ spare me this banal 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉. If it's going to take the termination of the series for this to finally happen, then I am all for it!

That's all I have to say.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I suppose it finished a few minutes ahead of 7:30 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back from his social drinking ─ wherever he had bused away to.

He was home by the time my second show finished at maybe 8:25 p.m. This time it was Superman & Lois ─ episode two ("The Ties That Bind") of season two.

What the Hell is the normalization of this Gay 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 in the DC universe? Lana Lang's daughter kisses another girl at some camp and is now suddenly a true-blue Lesbian with no further romantic / sexual interest in her boyfriend, Superman's youngest power-endowed son?

I didn't want to watch two DC shows consecutively, but usually Superman & Lois has been darned good. The episode still eclipsed The Flash muddle, though.

I want to cram in one further show ─ something short; so I shall say nothing further except to offer that my Superman & Lois episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Topping the two cans of beer already consumed, I watched Whitney ─ the pilot episode ("Pilot") ("Spicing Things Up") of the first season.

I loved it! And though lead actress Whitney Cummings certainly never came across as much 'hot stuff', in that role as a sexy nurse she was absolutely devastating!

Oh my gosh on her ─ I'd be lost to her!

I drank an entire glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol) with that one.

I've gotta get to bed, but my source was this uFLIX.to link. 

Right now it is 9:48 p.m., and I don't think I can take the time to brush my teeth. I've got to get to bed.

Low Places

Having made it to bed last evening very shortly before 10 p.m., I opted to set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. instead of 3 a.m.

It may have paid off, for I felt a little more keen than I have in a long time on getting up and having my outing, which would be the 1½-mile or so round trip walk to the elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

Actually, I rose around 3:15 a.m. after checking the time, so I had probably been awake at 3 a.m. or before. 

It was, however, extremely annoying to get up and discover that my youngest stepson was still sitting up in his den area farting around on his computer. I don't think he has worked this week thus far. I wish employment was far better for him.

I feel confident that I managed to get on my way without him being aware.

I had weighed myself before leaving ─ fully clothed just as I would be when I exercised at the playground ─ and I was a surprisingly low 180 or so pounds.

The sky had light cloud, but lots of dark, clear regions.

At the playground, I found the equipment to be just perceptibly damp. I would not dare using a bar without wiping it entirely dry with my bandana, but I didn't bother doing so for the two half-rings I would also be using.

This dampness is going to be distressing as the Summer wanes, for soon the only time I will likely ever find the equipment dry is when there is a very dry cold prevailing. And that will not be often ─ the cold is primarily of the wet sort that becomes frost or even ice.

Anyway, despite some overtraining stress of affected anatomical structures involved in the exercises, I matched yesterday's performance: two sets of pull-ups (seven and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three repetitions in each); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of nigh stationary half-rings (two repetitions in each).

Each set had a 30-count separating them, but I never attempted the dead hang until a break of a minute or more. Still, I held it for a 90-count just as yesterday.

And a couple or so minutes later managed 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp ─ also matching yesterday's performance.

I sure do wish that they would replace the older kids' playground that they ripped out early last month.

By the time I hobbled back home, my stepson had gone to bed.

Later, not too many minutes after 5:30 a.m., I tackled the long job of watering front yard garden plants. There was just enough light outside to see what I was doing, but not quite enough to keep track of any mosquitoes. I wear gloves when I am using the hose because of that damned threat.

Once the long chore was over with, it was far brighter outside.

I had a light breakfast, and was not back to bed until well past 7 a.m. Maybe it was even 7:30 a.m.

I was still aware when I believed my younger brother to be going downstairs, but probably did lapse into a bit of a nap. When I roused and got back up, I expected it to be after 9 a.m., but it wasn't too much after 8 a.m. ─ certainly before 8:30 a.m.

Upon joining my brother very soon past 9 a.m. and anon getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I had us sample a near hour-long (58:56) video uploaded July 16 to YouTube's The Conspiracy Files channel: TEACHERS, JUDGES, & COPS: Unraveling A Massive Canadian Cover-Up.

In the 1990's, a disturbing story began to unfold in Canada. Victims started talking, talk of weird rituals and cult like ceremonies began to spread throughout town, and soon enough, members of the police force, the local Catholic Churches and other local institutions were suddenly caught up in a growing scandal that would change their community forever.

We got so damned fed up with the blatant constant censoring ─ it was gratuitous, we felt, designed to gain subscribers at some other platform where self-censorship is not required ─ that with possibly less than 10 minutes of the video remaining, my brother asked that we skip it.

I will not again visit the channel.

I next tuned in Resident Alien ─ episode two ("The Lonely Man") of season four. Always great fun!

And we finished the nearly half hour of the two-hour movie we began two days ago ─ 1999's Dogma. It was difficult to follow initially, for I had not read its description. Nor was it anything like a great film. But it had some funny and even dramatic elements.

Very bad acting, though.

Alanis Morissette never appeared until near the end, and I didn't even know it was her because I didn't realize that she was in the movie. All I thought was that the actress was cute and seemed to have really nice legs.

Linda Fiorentino had the lead role, I would say; but for some reason her voice was constantly of such low register that it made me feel like it had been recorded separately. Or maybe it was further demonstration of the bad acting throughout the movie. I see that Wikipedia says of her:

Noted for her "raven hair, intense gaze and low voice"

Oddly, I am 75 years old, and cannot say that I am familiar with her even though Wikipedia also says that she "was placed No. 66 on the 1995 edition of Empire's list of the 100 Sexiest Stars in Film History by a reader's poll."

If interested, my video source was published June 26, 2024, to Bitchute's Page Chronicles channel: 📽 'Faith is a funny thing.' Dogma (1999) (Fantasy/Adventure/Comedy/Drama) R 2h 10m.

Our last video was 20 minutes (20:46) and had been uploaded March 11, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Earthquakes Asteroids Zombies: Predictions of Nostradamus.

I'm not going to reproduce the video description ─ the title says enough.

My brother afterwards returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was back to bed for a nap at some point during the noon hour, I expect. Whatever the case, I think that it was 2:08 p.m. when finally I rose. My brother and Bev were gone to do some shopping.

The sky was predominantly blue, but there were large white clouds in every direction. I know I could have sunned, but I did not want to ─ not without a pure blue sky in all directions, so I have now taken off six consecutive days.

But only because much better sunning weather is just ahead.

I have had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I have also rather lightly supped. It is now 7 p.m., so I am going to take a break to watch a show or two here on my bedside computer while having as many cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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My first show was The Carrie Diaries ─ episode eight ("Hush Hush") of the first season. I seem to be liking the series more with each episode! I even started linking bad "Donna".

My source was this GOOJARA.to link ─ no problems whatsoever.

The episode finished just ahead of 8 p.m., and my brother was still away, having left here just past 3 p.m. to catch a bus and go social drinking somewhere.

My next show choice was Wynonna Earp ─ episode two ("Friends in Low Places") of season four. Lord, that was a loud episode!

I watched the show at this GOOJARA.to link for just after the 35-minute mark, and then it buffered out; so I finished watching it at this uFLIX.to link.

Yeah, I dig watching two gorgeous naked Lesbians making out in extended fashion as took place late in the episode, but this sort of thing has no place for general public consumption. There are other venues for anyone who wants to get off watching that stuff.

At least it wasn't a pair of guys.

The episode finished just past ... what, 8:50 p.m.? Or was it just past 8:40 p.m.?

Whatever the case, my brother was still not home.

I have a few things I want to do before getting to bed for another wee a.m. outing, if possible; so I am going to stop blogging and publish this post now at 9:08 p.m.