Olive Oyl and Marge Simpson

Due to that extremely plaguing pinched nerve that seemed to affect me beneath my right shoulder blade (scapula) since Sunday, the relentless pain by yesterday evening had my overall well-bring in a profound state of dis-ease.

I was to bed shortly before 11 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 6:30 a.m., and once in bed I did my utmost to move about as little as possible. Often I even resorted to lying without my pillow in an effort to quit reinforcing the forward thrust of my head and neck at the C7 vertebra, for I am thinking that it might be there where the nerve-pinch is occurring that has had the rear right quadrant of my neck feeling kinked for a number of months to this point.

By extension, I had come to believe that the massive new kink or spasm underneath my shoulder blade was actually just a radiation of the original condition and not something entirely new.

When I lie flat on the floor after sitting here at my computer for any length of time, I have found that it can take me over 15 seconds to finally get the back of my head to be touching the floor with the rest of my body because my neck and head at the C7 are unnaturally accustomed to being projected forward.

It is very uncomfortable forcing the back of my head to contact the floor ─ it is almost a painful process and I can hear an occasional vague popping sound like the bursting of a soap bubble. Even when I get that contact, my head is tilted so far upward that I cannot swallow, so I have to work further at tucking my chin down somewhat.

Throughout the night I felt quite comfortable ─ I think that the stress I bore yesterday from the unremitting pain had me in some kindred state to being ill, so being abed was proving most therapeutic.

When my 6:30 a.m. alarm sounded, it actually roused me from some sleep, and I most regretted having set the alarm for so early. I did not immediately rise, and may have lay there another 15 or 20 minutes until realizing that I would not soon be falling back into sleep.

I had no real morning plans, but I wanted to get in some token tool shed exercising before my younger brother rose for the morning. I did go out to the backyard tool shed, but the shoulder blade pain was too disabling to even dare a single pull-up or chin-up, nor even just try for a dead hang to see if doing such was even possible ─ the pain was too daunting, so I dared not try supporting my weight with a hang.

Instead I tried partially supporting my body weight on my bent right leg to challenge the atrophied lower quadriceps muscles that I now believe are suffering cortical inhibition ever since my March 1st accident to that knee. If only I had known months ago this might be what is at play, for it might be that nearly seven months later that failure of muscle and nerve function may be too normalized now to ever allow full recovery of previous ability.

I dare not try to fully support my weight on the bent leg ─ I can only do it by using my arms and hands to assist by holding onto other structures. But by doing so for 12 - 15 seconds at a time may increasingly build some lost strength.

However, how many repetitions should I be attempting? I only did two or three, and then had my usual session of 31 squats ─ 20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final one held in the squat posture for a 100-count before straining myself upright again.

I do similar when I have a late afternoon light exercising session in my wife's bedroom; but this time when I subject my bent leg to try and bear as much of my weight as possible, I do it while pressing my pelvis against a wall. I hope it's enough.

I actually declined rapidly after the tool shed, most desirous of a return to bed. I held off, though, until after my brother emerged from his bedroom fairly soon after 8 a.m. Around 8:30 I had to return to bed to recover from simply being up ─ I needed more recovery time. When I had been out in the tool shed, it defied my understanding how it was that early yesterday I was able to manage nine sets of even the single pull-ups and chin-ups I endeavoured, as well as the 60-count dead hang. There was too much pain this morning.

I managed to rest deeply until several minutes past 9 a.m., and I felt better, though still tired.

When I went downstairs to join my brother, he announced that today was a new federal holiday ─ National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. I had no idea! Nor do I recall that this is the third year this statutory holiday has existed here in Canada.

If I had known it was going to be this holiday today, and if I was not ailing as I was, I would have likely gone forth to do some very early shopping of some sort.

My brother was quick to invite me to start operation of our Android TV Box, so I led us off with the latest AnitaK video on YouTube. However, in looking for it right now, I find that it has disappeared. Anita has apparently made it 'private'. Why? I didn't even find it of much interest and now cannot recall much about it except that it related to the Israel / Netanyahu / America / Palestine entanglements.

I expect that Anita may have stepped into something she has since regretted, for expressing opinions on these matters invites intense adversarial scrutiny.

The next video I selected was nigh 1½ hours (1:29:42), and had been published September 25 to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: Cease & Desist | The  Highwire.

Del unveils the latest on the upcoming film ‘An Inconvenient Study,’ including a brand-new trailer that we believe will raise eyebrows. Jefferey Jaxen reports on President Trump’s and RFK Jr.'s first-ever autism report and the fallout shaking Washington. YouTube faces scrutiny after admitting it caved to government pressure to censor accounts. Finally, Del sits down with Xlear founder Nathan Jones, who shares his battle against the DOJ and FTC after being shut down in 2021 for bringing a promising natural nasal spray to market during the pandemic.

Guest: Nathan Jones

After that came a 21-minute (21:45) video that was completely different and brought back childhood memories for my brother and I, for although we could not definitively recall the cartoon, we both recognized various phrases the characters uttered that have lived on with us after all of these years.

Published July 12, 2021, to Rumble's Classic Movies channel: Popeye Meets Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp (1939) | Directed by Dave Fleischer - Full Movie.

I could scarcely believe how much Margie Hines' Olive Oyl sounded like Marge Simpson!

A write-up on the cartoon is at Wikipedia: Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp.

After that we probably got over half way through a documentary of sorts, but I will wait until we have finished watching it before identifying it.

By the way, my wife had another full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and such, and was away without a word just past 10 a.m. on her rather long drive.

After my brother returned to his bedroom just past 11:30 a.m. for further bed rest, I had a reasonably light first meal of my day before finally getting to bed maybe around 1:30 p.m.

I had improved remarkably as far as this pinched nerve business was concerned even after the early morning return to bed ere I went downstairs to watch T.V. with my brother.

My older half-sister said she was going to visit today, and I was quite certain I heard her and Bev talking after my early afternoon return to bed. Fortunately, my brother was just then emerging from his bedroom, so I was under no compunction to have to socialize.

When I did rise, only Bev was still here. My brother, of course, had gone off via public transport to social drink.

For some dense reason I believed that this was a bath day. It was not until I was actually seated in the tub of water when it dawned upon me that today was only Tuesday, and my scheduled bath was for tomorrow.

Now I have to go five days without my next bath, for normally I span four days between them. Possibly I got confused because today was also laundry day, as is normally each Tuesday.

I weighed myself while naked for the bath, and registered maybe 178 pounds at most.

Due to the bath, I never exercised in my wife's vacant bedroom. But maybe that was best where recovery is concerned, for I hope to be getting up at 3 a.m. to make the ¾-mile round trip over to the elementary school playground for pull-ups and chin-ups. I will proceed with caution when there ─ I do not want to incur the same debilitation, so it might be ideal if I do not strain at maximum as I usually do.

Right now it is 7:45 p.m. and I am about to have my day's second light meal, and then I will tune in a show here on my bedside computer so that I can justify a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Possibly if things go swimmingly well, I may be able to squeeze in a second show and beer and still get to bed reasonably early later this evening.

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Although my younger brother was just newly home, I tuned in Crisis ─ episode eight ("How Far Would You Go") of the only season.

This episode was definitely qualified as being exciting. I easily identified with the young (male) teacher who died struggling to protect Halston Sage's character. She's truly a beguiler, that actress!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Alas, the episode finished well past 9 p.m., and I have too much to do ere getting to bed, which I absolutely do not want to be any later than 10 p.m.; thus, no more shows this evening for me.

Right now it is 9:31 p.m., so I must get at brushing my teeth and then I can begin shutting down browser tabs and some programmes so I can restart my computer and have it freshly set for tomorrow.

Major Decline

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm proved unnecessary last night, for finding myself awake enough to be curious about the time, a check proved it to be around 2:40 a.m., so I rose then.

Before too long I could hear a very light rain falling on the carport roof outside my bedroom window, but it did not last. Even so, everything was wet out there, and had been for quite some while.

When I finally left on the ¾-mile round trip walk to the elementary school playground, I would feel an occasional droplet of rain.

I am quite the cripple, hobbling along due to what I have diagnosed to be cortical inhibition of the quadriceps at my right knee ─ and thus my lameness and inability to fully extend my lower leg in line with my upper leg when I attempt to stretch it out.

But as I believe I may also have written about in yesterday's post, the months-long crick in the right rear quadrant of my neck has ─ as of yesterday ─ become accompanied with a similar pinched nerve cramping that feels like it is beneath (not below) my right shoulder blade (scapula). It sometimes results in a paralyzing pain when I seek to use my right arm. Even turning over in bed was nearly excruciating.

The knee trouble is the result of my March 1st direct fall onto my bent knee, but these pinched nerve conditions are bewilderingly discouraging.

I am still forced to use the youngest kids' playground because the removed equipment at the playground of the older kids has not been replaced.

Anyway, the rain cooperated and I successfully wiped dry a bar to use for pull-ups and chin-ups, but it did not matter. My musculature and associated anatomical architecture felt too traumatized to perform. As a result I just settled on sets of a single repetition.

So with a 30-count between sets, I had three sets of pull-ups, then three sets of chin-ups, and finally three sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings. The neck and shoulder blade spasms or cramps or pinched nerves ─ whatever ─ were truly handicapping, so one repetition in each set was all I felt like dealing with.

I added a dead hang, but only for a 60-count.

Then over at the nearby metal ramp, it was everything I could do to endure 10 slow full-range decline push-ups. Late this afternoon when I had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, the pain beneath my right shoulder blade was so paralyzing that I could not dare to even attempt a regular push-up on the rug.

What the Hell is going wrong with me?!

After getting back home, I soon got involved in responding to an E-mail from my paternal cousin Doug in Edmonton, Alberta. And anon, it was pouring rain outside.

That reply became so involved that before I realized, it was 7:18 a.m. ─ I had thought maybe it was around 6:30 a.m.

Almost aghast, I got back into bed and did my best to find short bouts of sleep, for that shoulder blade cramp is bothering me even when I am not trying to move.

Eventually I felt that it must be at least 8:30 a.m., but to my near dismay I found that it was at least 45 minutes later than that ─ surely my younger brother would be downstairs watching T.V. and wondering why I had not yet joined him to begin operating our Android TV Box.

Yet when I opened my bedroom door, I found that he had not yet emerged from his bedroom.

Soon enough though, he did. I was occupied here at my bedside computer, so I had not taken control of the T.V. And so it was around 9:30 a.m. when I joined him.

My wife had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and so forth; and then soon after 10 a.m. she was away in the rain on her rather long drive.

The first video I tuned in with our Android TV Box for my brother and I was 16 minutes (16:06) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: “Keir Starmer Forces Digital ID | Is Canada Quietly Preparing?”

Then I tuned in the three most recent videos that had by then been published at Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel ─ they were very short, but I feel none merit mention.

After those, I tuned in Chicago P.D. ─ episode 16 ("Deadlocked") of season 10.

And then somehow we watched an entire movie, for it finished right around noon ─ my brother had opted to resist returning to his bedroom for further bed rest until it had completed. The movie was 2013's Playdate, and I had previously downloaded it because it featured Alicia Witt.

I have no idea now on my source for the download, but it may be available to watch at this uFLIX.to link.

It was kooky and absurd enough to keep us watching as we witness the central character ─ as played by unknown-to-me actress Stephanie Lemelin ─ grow ever more irrationally deranged because she just could not leave alone Alicia Witt's character's ghosting of her.

Supporting actor Diedrich Bader is someone I don't think I've seen act in anything since The Drew Carey Show.

My evening is running away on me, partly because my brother remained home today ─ probably due to the wet weather. He doesn't like standing around in the rain waiting for buses.

All else I shall say before taking a break so I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) is that my older half-sister wants to pay another visit sometime tomorrow.

These really wear me out, and rob me of time I need for my normal routine. Once in a long while is one thing, but she was already here twice within the past 10 days.

What a life.

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Lord, I'm in pain due to whatever is going on with that pinched nerve and my right scapula region! I'm beginning to feel cold and an overall radiance of such unrelenting beleagurement of torment that I can scarce resist just going to bed in a bid to escape this wicked state.

I drank one can of beer while watching a series new to me ─ Friday Night Lights. Obviously I watched the season one "Pilot" episode.

It took some while, but I find myself now loving the episode ─ what a finale that football game presented! This will be a series I am going to enjoy, especially since there are a bevy of beautiful ladies in the huge cast.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was something of a struggle remaining up for one further show, but I did. I watched Rescue: HI-Surf ─ season one's episode seven ("Pau").

I have grown to enjoy this series such that knowing it was my next viewing option was sufficient to keep me up and having a second beer. Again, my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

I am going to try to be in bed before 11 p.m., and right now it is 10:32 p.m. as I publish this post and commence wrapping up whatever I have going on here on this computer.

May I please heal to a remarkable degree overnight! This relentless pain is making me feel feverish despite being chilly.

I believe my wife arrived home several minutes ago.

Mingle Pisay

My 6 a.m. alarm actually roused me ─ and reluctantly, for I was not keen on rising. But I did.

There was to be no morning exercise ─ even tokenly ─ for I wanted nothing to jeopardize my chances of going on the half-mile hobble to the closest market, No Frills, that opens at 8 a.m.

All proceeded pretty much as planned, and I was on my way barely a few minutes ahead of 8 a.m., finding the sky overcast, but all was pretty much dry (so no too recent rains).

The shopping was uneventful, as was the walk, for I never had to coincide with anyone during the trip.

And I was back home before anyone else had yet risen.

My younger brother had said yesterday that any football games of interest to him would be aired today, so I had written off watching any morning T.V. with him. And although I grew enormously sleepy by 9 a.m. (he had still not emerged from his bedroom), I sought to remain up until 10 a.m. to ensure that if my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I would have water boiled for her morning beverage.

My brother was to soon come forth from his bedroom; and under other circumstances I would have been downstairs already in full possession of the T.V. with our Android TV Box set to play videos for us, but on football days he generally has something of interest scheduled for 10 a.m.

As that hour approached and it was apparent that my wife was not having to go to work this morning, I went downstairs and gathered up what was going to be my first meal of the day. I was just hobbling up the stairs with it, bound for my bedroom and my bedside computer, when my brother voiced behind me that I could "put something on" because there wasn't a morning football game of interest to him.

With that being so, I left my meal here in my bedroom and went back downstairs.

Although I had no idea on the video's length, the one I had chosen to play had been uploaded two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Episode 196: Politically Incorrect Science (REPLAY).

We are thrilled to welcome back our dear friend, the brilliant Dr. Jessica Rose, PhD, to VSRF Live this Thursday! It’s been a while, and we have a lot of catching up to do.

Dr. Rose is a Canadian researcher with an academic journey that spans Applied Mathematics, a Master’s in Immunology, and a PhD in Computational Biology. She went on to complete two postdoctoral fellowships—one in Molecular Biology and another in Biochemistry—and was also selected for a senior researcher program at the prestigious Weizmann Institute.

Over the past several years, Jessica has become known for her groundbreaking work analyzing the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS), where she has worked tirelessly to make this complex and often-overlooked dataset accessible to the public. Her fearless pursuit of truth has made her one of the most incisive voices in vaccine science today.

This week, she will join us to discuss the peer review process, influence, and corruption in scientific publishing—issues she has been shining a light on for years. She’ll also share updates on her latest research, including a new paper with Kevin McKernan and David Speicher.

And of course, we’ll get Jessica’s timely reaction to Monday’s announcement from the White House and HHS regarding the causes of autism—perspectives certain to spark thought and discussion.

This is a must-watch episode for anyone committed to research integrity, vaccine science, and the urgent conversations around autism. Dr. Jessica Rose doesn’t hold back—and neither should you. Join us live for what promises to be an illuminating and essential conversation!

The video was to exceed 1½ hours (1:37:14), bringing us well past 11:30 a.m., so my brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I ate my meal; then my wife rose before I had yet returned to bed for my needed nap. It was probably after 1 p.m. when I finally did.

Unbeknownst to me, my brother decided to replenish his beer supply and get another four-litre box of the white wine Bev drinks. I did not expect this, for he had around nine cans on hand. Had I known he was planning this, I would have eaten earlier and napped earlier, for he was gone when I rose from it.

I'm not yet in dire need, but I like to be comfortably ahead of such a state. And now it could be as late as Thursday before my brother's next beer run.

Ahead of mid-afternoon, the sky unexpectedly cleared up enough that I could have sat out in the backyard experiencing some sunshine had I been game, but with my wife home and me with no scheduling of any sunning, I never took advantage. I had been additionally fooled by hearing some of a morning T.V. weather report that we are due rain tonight. Thus, a sunny mid-afternoon was not in my thinking.

As for my wife, I heard her head out the front door at 3:08 p.m. ─ off to work, apparently, but with no word to me.

My brother had not remained home after his resupply of beer, leaving on foot for a bus to go social drinking for a few hours. If he had a football game in mind, it was certainly a later game than I imagined.

Right now it is 4:06 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging until after mid-evening. I want to have some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, and then I will be tuning in a couple of shows here on my bedside computer to drink a couple of Cariboo Malts (7.9% alcohol) with.

Jeepers, I still have such good feelings anytime I reflect back to that Christmas movie I watched early yesterday evening that I am tempted to gamble on being able to luck out on another excellent feature, but as yet this is only a thought.

I want to rise at 3 a.m. to go to the nearby elementary school playground for some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups even if it is raining, so I cannot have a late evening ... nor too much drink over its course.

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Well, I did watch a Christmas movie ─ 2018's Mingle All the Way. And I hugely enjoyed it!

I started it out at this OK.ru link, but the video quality was too blurry. So I quickly switched over to the sharp presentation at this uFLIX.to link.

Through the earliest part of the movie I ate my meagre supper, my second meal of the day. But there was still well over an hour of movie remaining, and a beer would not suffice, so I led off with a shot of Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged Bourbon (43% alcohol).

The booze was a Christmas or even a birthday gift from my two stepsons ─ maybe even back in 2023; so I do reluctantly ─ guiltily ─ take of it. But I am lame and cannot walk far to purchase some cheaper booze substitute.

The movie's lead actress was Jen Lilley. She is unknown to me, but I sure liked her in this movie. She reminded me of possibly two other actresses, but I don't feel up to immersing myself into the struggle of figuring out exactly who right now.

And I see now that her name pops up in my Blogger "labels", so clearly I have watched her in something before ─ most likely an earlier Christmas movie.

Her character's best friend as played by actress Sandy Sidhu was definitely eye-catching. Wide-eyed babes are so darned alluring!

Incidentally, I am never big on the male actors in Christmas movies, but I liked the lead (Brant Daugherty) in this movie. He seemed a natural and a good guy.

The movie finished before my brother was yet home, but I heard him come into the house at 7:35 p.m.

Of course it was far too early to be thinking of going to bed, so another show was in store ─ something to which a second can of beer would be sufficient.

So I tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode 10 ("Hair Patrol") of the first season. It was certainly a complicated but constantly interesting episode. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I was rather intrigued by the hairy primitive woman that character "Niles Caulder" spent mating with for three or so years in the Yukon wilderness during the approach of World War I. Despite her beard and everything else, she looked to have decently attractive features, so I researched who she was.

I vaguely remember her now from Z Nation ─ actress Pisay Pao.

Yeah, even if she was rather hairy, I would love snuggling up with this lady for however long she wanted.

Heck, I've got to get to bed.

My wife got home a little before 10 p.m., and I also heard some rain around the same time that does not seem necessarily to have exactly ceased. That school playground is not going to be dry ... but will it be raining then and impossible to wipe the equipment dry?

Enough ─ it is 10:12 p.m.

Wildfire

Although my wife was home last night before I retired, we never saw nor spoke to one another.

And despite intending to sleep long because I was not setting my cellphone alarm, the later stages of my night were marred with wakeful periods. At least there had been some barely audible rain outside. It would have been a perfect morning for a walk to do some grocery shopping, for the day remained heavily overcast.

Had I not lost time last evening, I had intended to rise at 5 a.m. this morning and endeavoured to do some shopping at Save-On-Foods nigh a mile hence, but my routine kept me up too late. I am certain that my bedtime was after 11 p.m., but I now cannot recall if it was nearer 11 p.m. or 12 a.m.

The store opens at 7 a.m., so I would have needed to have been up early enough to normalize ─ with coffee, probably ─ and been on my hobbling way no later than 6:45 a.m.

It was 7:18 a.m. when I decided to get up this morning, checking the time in doing so. First on my agenda was to go outside to water the garden flowers located beneath the roof overhang on each side of our open dual carport. The only rain those areas ever experience has to be the driving sort carried by accompanying strong winds.

I never went into the backyard, for I had no motivation at all even for the most token stab at any pull-ups and chin-ups.

It was at least 8:40 a.m. before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. I intended to join him after 9 a.m. for some morning T.V., but it began sounding like he was watching football games. This stayed me until my wife emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I try to ensure that a kettle of water has boiled and is simmering on the burner for her when she comes downstairs to mix up a hot beverage to go ─ she has a fairly long drive.

I remained downstairs in the kitchen area after the water had come to a boil, and so I was to see her to the door. By that time it was apparent that my brother was just jumping around various T.V. channels, so I enquired about his game, thinking he was awaiting something specific at 10 a.m.

But 'twas not so ─ Sundays are game day, apparently.

And so I did join him and got invited to start operating our Android TV Box. That began with a 10-minute (10:16) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Carney’s Gun BuyBack Facade.

I followed that with a seven-minute (7:33) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Rebel News channel: 'They're grasping at straws,' Odessa Orlewicz says of media narrative on planned B.C. ostrich cull.

This is an information war, and because they’re losing the information war, they’re grasping at straws,' said Orlewicz on yesterday's Rebel Roundtable livestream.

I had thought that I was tuning in the longer version from yesterday ─ a livestream that was nearly 1¼ hours. But what was done, was done, as goes the saying.

Then on the same channel I tuned in a 15-minute (15:57) video uploaded yesterday: Ostrich Farmers speak out, were arrested for trying to feed their birds.

Farm co-owner Karen Espersen and her daughter, Katie Pasitney, were arrested inside the pens after pleading to feed their birds. They claim it was part of a police sting operation.

After that, it was time to finish the movie we had only watched something over 29 minutes of Thursday morning. It was 2008's Picture This.

It was a pleasant enough bit of fluff. My brother should have enjoyed it for its father / daughter dynamic.

I'd never heard of lead actress Ashley Tisdale, but she sure did remind me ─ and my brother ─ of Sarah Michelle Gellar. By the end of the movie we had to watch the credits to be certain it was not actually Sarah Michelle.

My download source (for I had it on a thumb or flash drive) was likely this OK.ru link.

Thereafter it was time for my brother's return to his bedroom for further bed rest. By the time I finally had my much later early afternoon nap, he had already left on foot for a bus to take him away to engage his daily social drinking.

I have had absolutely no exercise today, and some of the reason for that is because today has been a bath day. That near hour leaves me so little other time for anything else; and once the bath is over with I am pretty much sapped.

Naked for the bath, incidentally, I weighed about 178 pounds.

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Desirous of cramming in a Christmas movie early into the evening, without further ado I took a blogging break and ─ after rounding up a rather light first and only meal of my day ─ here on my bedside computer I tuned in 2018's Christmas at the Palace.

My initial source at this OK.ru link was excellent, except that the volume was just a little too low for my liking. And so I abandoned it after about 18 minutes for this uFLIX.to link.

I was exceptionally happy with this Christmas movie choice, for it pretty much affected me emotionally from soon after its commencement.

Apparently I have watched lead actress Merritt Patterson in something previously, but I have no idea what. Nevertheless, I am sure it was likely another Christmas movie. Her character's best friend was played by actress Brittany Barlow, who actually appeared vaguely familiar ─ most likely an earlier Christmas movie, as well. Having both these ladies with central enough roles was a pure treat.

And lovely and adorable actress India Fowler as the barely teen child princess was perfect.

I ate my supper during the early part of the movie, then began on a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). But I knew it could not last me, so I poured myself a shot of Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged Bourbon (43% alcohol), nursing that before returning to the can of beer.

I could easily watch this movie again at the coming Christmastime in the proper company.

I discovered my brother to be home when the movie was done, maybe little after 8:30 p.m.

Unable to draw the line, I wanted to watch one of my regular shows while enjoying a second can of beer, so I tuned in The Rookie ─ episode eight ("Wildfire") of season seven. Granted, it swiftly eradicated the 'good feels' that Christmas at the Palace had birthed, but the episode was as exciting and dramatically involving as one could want.

And such a cliffhanger finish! I was liking the character portrayed by beautiful actress Maria Zhang, but it seems illogical to think that her role is going to extend beyond this episode.

If interested, my source was this uFLIX.to link. I had used another "stream" ("Stream #1") at that website, but it buffered to a freeze after exactly 7¼ minutes.

My morning plans primarily involve some local grocery shopping, but the store is half a mile away and does not open until 8 a.m. unfortunately, so rising at 6 a.m. will be adequate.

Right now it is 10:50 p.m., so I am going to call it a night now. By the way, my wife has been home at least a half hour ─ probably more.

Over the Line

X (formerly Twitter): Melon in Disguise

It can be truly tough feeling that one absolutely must rise at 3 a.m.

A wakeful point arrived last night when I checked the time to see if it was near enough to that hour and I should rise instead of wasting time awaiting my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm. But it was only 1:41 a.m.

Feeling it reasonable that I might manage to accrue a little further sleep, I made the attempt and was in transition when I experienced a bizarrely unsettling dream.

I seemed to be pretty much accoutred as I would be on my planned outing, except that it was daytime and I was seemingly stiffened from a cold ambient temperature. Yet I was suddenly accosted by a large fellow who had been on the opposite side of a wall-like fence who coincided with me at a gap.

This was extremely peculiar because the guy was in cutoffs or shorts and maybe a white T-shirt, and bearing a large hunk of split firewood with which he threatened to beam me if I did not surrender my valuables.

The guy was dead serious and I recognized that I was in imminent serious danger.

What he did not realize was that I had my tactical pen inside my denim jacket, a dagger on my right hip, and my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in my tote bag.

Notwithstanding, at this point I was on the ground on my back with this guy looming at my feet, the large hunk of split firewood raised to do me serious damage.

Despite being stiff with the cold, I surprised him with my legs and tripped him up from where I lay, and he fell over. Now was my chance to gather up my Titan and / or my dagger for offence, and I wondered if I had it in me to plunge the dagger into his guts.

But lo! I was so stiff from the cold that I could barely move. It seems that I was suffering sleep paralysis that was translating over into my dream.

I could not see this guy, for I could not even seem to raise my head; and any second I expected that he would be reigning deadly blows upon my own head with the hunk of wood.

I was in the grip of panic, my eyes rolling as I fought to gain some mobility to allow me to turn over and gain my feet.

I could move my arms a little, attempting to get over onto my side, and even my torso was responding slightly as I strove to get off my back.

And then my consciousness took over and I recognized that I was dreaming, so the dream sequence concluded there. Even so, I was a little shaken ─ especially since I was about to dress and venture off into the night on my ¾-mile round trip to exercise in the dark at the elementary school playground, basically attired just as I had so ineffectually been in the dream.

It was a tad unnerving, but I put aside that discomfort and was on my way in the night before 2:35 a.m.

Dressed exactly as I would be for the planned pull-ups and chin-ups, I seemed to be at least 185 pounds.

The night was very cool, and the sky almost fully overcast. Yet to my enormous surprise, I found the playground equipment to be perfectly dry.

It didn't matter for my performance, though. My opening set of pull-ups stalled at five repetitions, just as it had two nights earlier.

If I am remembering correctly, and with a 30-count between sets, this was my performance: two sets of pull-ups (five and two reps); two sets of chin-ups (three and two reps); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (two reps in each set); a set of one further pull-up; then another such set; and finally a set of a single chin-up.

Why am I so damned weak at this stuff?!

After a final 30-count, I was just barely able to manage a dead hang for a 100-count.

Then over at a nearby metal ramp, two or three minutes later I almost failed to hold out and perform 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

I forget now, but I may have returned to try a further set each of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I honestly cannot recall.

Thereafter I walked out to the rear of the school's playing field to see if a portable high wire fence still stretched all the way around to block the two entrances to the playing field that people had used for years ─ and especially schoolkids going to and back from school.

The fence was still there blocking all access. It has been so now for over half this month thus far, I believe.

And still no older kids' playground ─ I am still having to use the equipment at the younger kids' playground because that of the older kids was removed entirely at the start of July and not been replaced despite the school having been given $200,000 for the installation of new equipment.

Anyway, it was good to get back home a little earlier than I usually do. There was even very perceptible fine speckles of rain that were thus far failing to keep anything wet, but who knows what the playground equipment would have been like had I left home an hour later or more than I did?

The time of my return to bed eludes me, but I would hope that it was around 5:30 a.m. And although I did not feel myself to be sleeping too well, I never got up again until maybe around 8:30 a.m.

I hardly felt refreshed.

My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news programmes, so I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. And at this invitation to commence operating our Android TV Box, I led off with a nine-minute (9:32) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: First Nations Save the Ostriches!

Only now do I realize that I had intended to play the video previous to this one ─ that one is going to have to be watched tomorrow.

Our second video was 42 minutes (42:24) and streamed yesterday to Rumble's Stew Peters Network  channel: 🚨 SHOCKING EXPOSÉ: Elite Pedophilia Cover-Up by U.S. Government in Guatemala! | Christopher Key Show.

Uncover the horrifying truth with The Christopher Key Show! Citizen journalism is taking over as trust in mainstream media crumbles—26% of X users now rely on friends and family for news. Join Christopher Key and Ryan Matta as they reveal explosive evidence of U.S. government involvement in Guatemala’s child trafficking crisis, with declassified documents exposing elite corruption and cover-ups. From the “Amber Alert Guatemala” documentary to the fight for 500 sustainable homes in North Carolina, this episode is a call to action! Like, share, comment, and retweet to break the algorithm and spread the truth.

After the 38-minute mark, my brother had his fill of Christopher Key's Christian-evangelist manner of speaking, so he asked for something else.

So I returned to YouTube for the latest two short videos at the Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel:

• BREAKING! Miracle at the Ostrich Farm! Stand on Guard CLIP (10:52) Uploaded September 24

We're showing how people are fighting for the human rights of the FARMERS and their farm animals. This news story highlights the importance to unity and working together to break through government bureaucracy.

• WATCH Canada's Feds Chase Ostriches! Farm Drama Continues | Stand on Guard CLIP (1:20) Uploaded earlier today

Why won't the CFIA and RCMP let the farmers feed and calm down their ostrich flock?  Why are they chasing the ostriches around the farm trying to lasoo them?

Reportedly the @InspectionCan and @BCRCMP @rcmpgrcpolice are chasing ostriches at the 
@OstrichFarmBC  trying to lasoo the birds.  One of the birds has a rope around its neck according to observers.  The feds cannot catch all the ostriches as they are terrified of the CFIA fake hazmat white outfits.  Meanwhile the cruel @MarkJCarney CFIA refuses to let the farmers feed their animals and calm their flock down.

And we finished up with a 1⅓-hour (1:20:40) video streamed two days ago to YouTube's Shadoe Davis channel: Sept. 24th/2025- Prayers Answered at Ostrich Farm, Birds Safe For Now.

Tonight: Katie, Jeff and the Ostrich Crew are back from the Farm to update us on the haybale fire early this morning, another possible arrest, and the miracle stay granted today....what does it mean and how will it work? CBC airs virologist with "no political agenda" who favours the WHO's stamping out policy without testing, Conservatives mess things up again, Carney throwing more of our money around, Liberals and Conservatives both silent on Antifa, London Mayor "hits back" at Trump calls him racist and islamophobic, Lefty women go on tiktok taking Tylenol and Reversing the Feminization of America w/ Author Helen Andrews on The Extension on shadoedavis.com

My brother sought further bed rest after this video. I fixed up my day's first meal and brought it up here to my bedside computer to enjoy. There was to be no sunshine to sun in today, so I wasn't back to bed for my nap until probably well past 1 p.m. I never certainly noticed rain today, though, but my bedroom is isolated from the outside. Sure, I have a window, but I keep it fully covered up with a heavy curtain and a dark silk spread over that, so I only have my hearing to go by if I remain here for long ─ which I pretty much do.

Late in the afternoon I had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom (she never came home last night, by the way); and early into the evening I fetched my day's second and final meal ─ a light one. And that's now eaten.

It is presently 7:15 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging and see about watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so that I can enjoy a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) along with them.

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The first show I selected was Norway's Heimebane (Home Ground) ─ episode nine (Over streken) of the first season. That episode title translates to something like "Over the Line".

Honestly, I was not keen on watching the episode after I saw that ─ even commercial-free ─ it was apparently just barely over 58 minutes. I just didn't feel like reading subtitles for that long while holding myself to one can of beer.

But I did ─ and the football (i.e., soccer) game towards the end had me emotional. I love these characters and the cast playing them!

However, my source was this WLEXT.is link; by the time I got the video player going and had it enlarged to fill my computer screen, I think that there were three advertisement tabs that forced their way onto my browser. I quickly shut down each one of them, but this is a lousy money-making tactic by WLEXT.is.

I suppose the superb episode could not have ended much past 8:45 p.m. and my younger brother was not yet back home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to commence his daily social drinking, but he was here before 9 p.m. to keep lonely Bev company finally.

There were morning plan considerations ─ grocery shopping ─ that would have involved me rising at 5 a.m. tomorrow, so I was reluctant to watch a second show.

That would mean two consecutive evenings of having watched just one show and drinking just one beer.

I could not do it.

So I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode seven ("Keen as a Bean") of season four. The episode proved to be darned good ─ excitingly dramatic ─ but I easily managed to hold myself to the second can of beer I had desired.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

As much as I may have immersed myself into the episode, I never caught any reference relating to the episode's title. I understand what it means ─ I just do not recall anyone using the phrase.

I suppose that the show was done by maybe 10:45 p.m. at most, and it was fairly likely that my wife was home ─ I remained shut up behind my closed bedroom door. I will still need to use the toilet, though, ere getting to bed.

There is no early shopping likely, for I am now not going to set my cellphone alarm. At present it is 11:11 p.m., and I am going to slowly start shutting down everything I am involved with on my computer for the day.

Just Drive

My cellphone alarm was set for 6:30 a.m. this morning, but I could easily have remained in bed longer.

A half hour or so later when I went out front to water the flowers all below the roof overhang where the rain never reaches, the sky was heavily overcast and it was darned cool. I could even feel the vaguest and barely perceptible mist-like rain.

This was a token pull-ups and chin-ups session day out in the backyard tool shed, so I next ventured out there to get the single repetition in each of the half dozen sets over with, along with the 31 full flat-footed squats to help challenge my damaged right knee. There was also a 60-count dead hang after the descent from the very last pull-up, by the way.

If it was not me experiencing it, I would find it unbelievable how painfully difficult it is for me to do just a single pull-up. I am deteriorating rapidly now in my old age. What I really need are proper exercising tools and the private setting to use them.

By the way, my wife had not come home last night.

It was probably nearing 8:30 a.m. when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom to watch T.V. and have instant coffee. As usual, though, I never joined him until around 9 a.m.

At his soon invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a nearly hour-long (59:58) video published yesterday (but recorded on Monday) to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada Now Censoring Musician's SONGS If They Don't Like The Words!! (Full Interview).

My country music star guest Jayme Knyx plays an audio recording to show this newest Communist Canada atrocity! This is the full episode. If you want to share the short clips version it is here: https://rumble.com/v6zf856-canada-now-censoring-musicians-songs-if-they-dont-like-the-words-a-must-see.html

Darned if this wasn't far better than I ever expected ─ and the three back-to-back music videos at the end were magnificent. The first celebrated the 2022 Ottawa Freedom Convoy and it had me quickly tearing up ─ if my brother was not present, I would have likely cried.

Next I tuned in Chicago Fire ─ episode 15 ("Damage Control") of season 11.

Thereafter we managed to get in less than a half hour of a rather good movie that I suppose we will likely have to finish watching on Saturday, so I will remain silent about it until it is completely watched.

Naturally, we had to break from it this morning so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I fixed up and ate my day's first meal; and it was at least 1:30 p.m. before I was back to bed for a nap. There was too little sunshine today for any sunning ─ and good that was, for I never rose from my nap until maybe 3:30 p.m. Clearly I needed it.

I soon got to work blogging, breaking to have some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I had another break a little later to round up my day's second and final meal, my supper.

I am going to break again now at 7:06 p.m. and watch a movie here on my bedside computer that may be hard to follow because so much of it will be in French with no subtitles, but it includes a fairly substantial early (2008) acting role for Annie Murphy.

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Well, I fast gave up on the movie. I need subtitles in English. Early on the young woman ─ teen, actually ─ who is probably the central character engages in a lengthy voice-over as we watch her moving about in her home. Obviously she was detailing something, setting the groundwork for what was ahead, I suppose. But without knowing what she was explaining, going forward was pointless.

So I shut it down and instead tuned in Blood Ties ─ episode 10 ("Necrodrome") of the first season. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The episode was okay. My main kick is just enjoying Christina Cox and what I can get of Gina Holden. I wonder if Gina could possibly still rock that Goth look today, especially with her dark hair done up into a pair of Minnie Mouse-like ears? Such eyes, too!

I didn't dare try to watch anything else, nor have a second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ best I get to bed so I can handle rising at 3 a.m. for an outing to the elementary school playground.

It's late enough now at 9:55 p.m., so I had best start wrapping up and shutting down programmes and browser tabs.

FBI Monumental Footsteps

I failed to sleep my night through to my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm. I first found myself checking the time still within the midnight hour (possibly 12:26 a.m.) because I wondered if it would be worth the effort to try and seek further sleep, or if 3 a.m. was nigh and I might as well get up for my outing.

The next time I was again awake and in that mindset, it proved to be 2:51 a.m., so I rose then.

As on Monday, I found the house welcomely in darkness. However, when I weighed myself dressed exactly as I planned to be for my sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at the elementary school playground fairly nearby, I could scarcely believe I was around 187 pounds. This was fully six pounds heavier than 16 days ago when I was doing the same sort of weigh-in.

Yet I did not feel overburdened or logey with excess fluid retention nor a lingering heavy meal.

The night sky appeared to be clear, and it was distinctly cool out. At the school, I was to find the playground equipment wet with condensation, but happily I was able to wipe what I needed to use just about as dry as I needed.

Even so, I just could not attain six pull-ups in the first set, a figure I deem expected of me. And when it came to the pull-ups between a pair of half-rings, a single pull-up in both sets was my limit, and not the usual two pull-ups in each.

So I added sets as compensation. 

Thus: two sets of pull-ups (five and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three repetitions in each); two sets of half-rings pull-ups (one pull-up in each); a further regular bar pull-up; and finally another half-rings pull-up.

Then two or three minutes later I barely managed to last out and achieve 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp.

Finally, I returned to the playground equipment and possibly managed a further regular pull-up and then two at the half-rings.

Unfortunately, it entirely slipped my mind to do a dead hang, and I had fully intended to.

Then it was the slow lame hobble home, completing the possible ¾-mile round trip walk.

I don't recall my bedtime, but it was before 6 a.m.

My wife had come home last evening just about when I was getting set for bed, so we never communicated nor saw one another. She was to have today off work, although she left here wordlessly (to me) just ahead of 4:50 p.m. Perhaps she was disappearing to Vancouver where she hangs out when she has time off work.

I rose this morning nigh 8:30 a.m., correctly suspecting that my younger brother would be downstairs watching his T.V. news. I had been uncomfortably cool in bed following my outing.

After I'd joined him well past 9 a.m. and he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led things off with a video that was supposed to be well over 1¾ hours long (1:52:16), but which turned out to be nothing but dead air until fairly close to the 47-minute mark.

So I will spare you if you choose to watch it ─ I have it set to play at the proper point.

It had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: LIVE– Trump, RFK Jr., announce Significant Medical and Scientific Autism Finding.

Live from the Roosevelt Room at the White House: President Trump, joined by HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr., announces “Significant Medical and Scientific Findings for America’s Children,” unveiling preliminary results from an HHS investigation into potential causes of autism.

Next came a 51-minute (51:55) video uploaded January 1, 2021, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: NASA's Finest Hour | 13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 - Part 2 | Free Documentary History.

Watch '13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 - Part 1' here:    • To the Moon... and Back? | 13 Factors That...  

“13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13” is a tale of desperation and heroics. When an oxygen leak threatened the lives of three astronauts, the mission became a life or death attempt to get them home safely, organised by people 200,000 miles away. 

With limited power and supplies on board the spacecraft, NASA teams worked around the clock to engineer creative solutions to overcome carbon dioxide poisoning, dehydration, and the freezing temperatures of deep space to ensure the crew’s survival. 

Using original footage and exclusive interviews with Apollo’s space scientists as well as recreations, this film explores 13 remarkable factors that brought the crew safely home. It’s a story of the courage and ingenuity that cemented Apollo 13 as NASA’s finest hour.

We had watched Part 1 several months ago.

After this came a 12-minute (12:05) video uploaded July 15, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope and the History of Astronomy: How did we get this far?

We were all blown away on July 12, 2022 when NASA released a series of images from its James Webb Space Telescope. But how did we get to the point where we can see galaxies away when just a few hundred years ago it was a mystery that the Earth orbits the sun. In this episode that’s what I am trying to answer. We will start back with over 30k year old evidence of early astronomy and work our way through many of the major accomplishments that build to the modern day.

**There are two times in the episode where I use the term “astrology” instead of “astronomy.” Both of the times, I believe to be generally accurate. Astronomy is the branch of science which deals with celestial objects, space, and the physical universe as a whole. Astrology is the study of the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies interpreted as having an influence on human affairs and the natural world. In the case of the ancient world they seem to have taken on the latter perspective but it’s possible that my interpretation isn’t perfect. I am definitely not referring to zodiac astrology of the 20th and 21st century.**

And we finished up with Peep Show ─ episode three ("Shrooming") of season or series three.

It was thereafter off to his bedroom for further rest by my brother. My wife was to rise before I got at my nap, so I had a light first meal of my day and then took my nap.

My brother was away to social drink when I rose.

I must here say that my wife did a heck of a lot of gardening; and she was to prepare a supper for us before she left in the latter afternoon.

Since it was another sunny day, I sat outside in the backyard and sunned basically from 2:33 - 3:44 p.m., although I remained clothed mostly. I had my shirt open, and for better than 15 minutes at the finish, I stood with my shirt off and my back to the Sun.

With my wife mysteriously away, I took advantage of her vacant bedroom towards the conclusion of the afternoon and had some light exercise there.

And now at 7:36 p.m. I am going to break and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Note that my brother got back home just ahead of 6:55 p.m.

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I first watched FBI ─ episode seven ("Monumental") of season seven. It's pretty sly how the writers deftly ensure that people who question all levels of governmental authority are always depicted in the most extremely negative fashion.

I bet they'd have turned the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022 in quite the terrorist hotbed.

Anyway, I enjoyed the episode otherwise, and got a big kick out of watching actress Missy Peregrym as "Agent Maggie" practically run down a fleeing suspect in an extremely fast and lengthy foot chase. It was not too long ago at all that the actress was beginning to display 'saddlebags' on those thighs of hers.

She's looking darned good lately.

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

My next show was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode two ("Footsteps") of season five. I enjoyed this one very much, too. I despise Islamic radicalization ─ absolutely. But I was glad it turned out as it did ─ I was just about certain that the bomb-making daughter would choose to blow herself up along with her father.

I chose to watch the episode at another GOOJARA.to link.

Well, dang it ─ I wanted more. So I pretty much drained what remained of my four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) into a little more than half of a glass tumbler and tuned in Whitney ─ episode eight ("Clarence!") of the first season.

This time my episode source was a uFLIX.to link.

How have I never heard of Whitney Cummings prior to this relatively old T.V. series? ─ the scrawny tall thing is so phenomenally hot to me!

Regardless, I'm going to close shop here and suck the residue from the wine bag in the wine box as I slowly terminate things here on my computer for the night.

I won't be rising as a plan any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow.

Right now, 'tis 11:07 p.m.

Universal Ostrich Farms ─ Holding the Line

My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm not only roused me, but I was still feeling too much like sleeping that I probably took anywhere up to 20 minutes more before I finally got myself up from my bed.

It might have even been longer than that.

But there was no great rush. It is too dark now until nearer 7 a.m. to do any front yard garden watering if it needs doing.

When I tended to that chore, it was out to the backyard tool shed for my token six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with a single repetition in each, but I had the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to seek to work my damaged right knee. Thus the usual 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted, and then a single unassisted that I held in the full squat position for a 100-count.

It was at least 7:30 a.m. by the time I was back into the house, but only because of how late it was before I first went outside to do the front yard watering ─ it was past 7 a.m. by then.

My younger brother may have emerged from his bedroom near 8:30 a.m., but I do not always pay much heed to the time of that occurrence. It was nigh 9:10 a.m. ere I went downstairs to join him for some morning T.V. and a mug of hot instant coffee with the works.

After he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could let our Android TV Box take over, I tuned in a seven-minute (7:09) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Canada Still Wants to Destroy 400 Healthy Ostriches in BC.

Periodically then and over my day I have been visiting the two live video feeds that I know of at Universal Ostrich Farms in Edgewood, B.C.

Both are at YouTube, and one is of course on the Universal Ostrich Farms channel; the other at the Rebel News channel.

Following Anita Krishna's video I tuned in an hour-long (1:03:08) video published earlier today at Rumble's HealingEarth channel: Is Tyler Robinson A Patsy? Examining ALL The Evidence - Ian Carroll.

Source: Ian Carroll - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-UtipJUu7c

Our final video was The Morning Show ─ the premiere episode ("My Roman Empire") of season four. I took then to create my breakfast, so I missed out on watching the earliest part of the episode, and only heard some of it. I suppose Wikipedia's write-up helped correct that lapse.

My wife had a full workday today, so she rose towards 9:45 a.m. and was on her rather long and sunny drive by maybe 10:20 a.m. (but I honestly forget just when she left, for I did not pay particular heed).

After my brother returned to his bedroom nigh 11:30 a.m. for further bed rest, I eventually sought my usual early afternoon nap, but I have gone blank on just when that was. Before 12:30 p.m.? Just after 1 p.m.?

Whatever the case, I rose to find Bev gone away with my brother to most likely do some shopping. What I did not expect was that he would already be restocking on another case of two dozen cans of beer even though his current supply is close to a dozen cans. I had hoped to go with him when he had next run that errand.

So now it will be into this coming weekend at earliest before I can resupply. I have beer enough, but I was hoping to just buy two dozen cans plus a four-litre box of red wine. Instead, I am going to have to buy four dozen cans to fend off having to do the next resupply too very soon.

Bummer.

They did not return until maybe 2:40 p.m., and he then never left to catch a bus to begin his daily social drinking until nearly 3 p.m. As a result, I doubt I began my sunning any earlier than 3:10 p.m., and put in about an hour. However, I was fully clothed except for having my shirt wide open. And I only sunned my front and my sides ─ not the back of my head. In that latter case if I was sunning my back I would have removed my shirt.

And that brings me to now at 5:25 p.m. Today is a bath day, so I am going to break. I will not be having the usual light exercising session in my wife's vacant bedroom because after a very light supper I want to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so that I can justify the usual two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and try to ensure I get to bed early enough this evening to make rising at 3 a.m. less strenuous, for I plan a visit to the elementary school playground for a more proper session of pull-ups and chin-ups than characterized the tool shed.

I have been considering that very soon it may be prudent to rise at 2 a.m. if I have much hope of finding the playground equipment to still be dry; the closer it gets to the final hours of night, the more likely condensation is going to collect, and I must have dry equipment for a secure grip and true maximum performance.

Back anon.

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Stripped down for my bath, I was probably 179 pounds; but as said earlier, I did have a large breakfast. Supper ─ may day's second and last meal ─ was indeed quite meagre. I have some hope for good results at the school playground in the coming wee a.m., but we shall see.

My brother showed up at 6:50 p.m., by the way.

The first show I watched was Titans ─ episode seven ("Asylum") of the first season. The episode was so damned exciting that it was all I could do to hold myself to just one can of beer.

I am so outrageously fed up with people who don't do the right thing, and justify doing the wrong thing with the excuse that they were only doing their job, or following orders.

So when "Dick Grayson" chose to deal with a mob of security goons working for the wrongdoers, he was merciless. And those still left alive with their injuries, he left to die in the holocaust that was to follow when "Kory" burned the asylum down with all who were still alive in it. 

As "Dick" kept battling the thugs and steadily destroying them despite incurring occasional licks from these pricks, I found myself exulting aloud and actually calling out in my raging enthusiasm. I was picturing the mindless RCMP gangs who threaten anyone their masters sic them on ─ the cops always claim that they're only doing their jobs.

So were Nazis. Just like the cops at the Universal Ostrich Farms in Edgewood, B.C.; or those who decimated the peaceful Freedom Convoy 2022 in Ottawa.

It is no valid excuse. And anyone claiming it as their justification deserves to go down as hard as do their masters.

My source for the show was this excellent CineGo.tv link.

My second and final show was Prime Suspect ─ episode three ("Bitch") of the first season. It was darned good ─ almost revetting. However, it could not possibly rouse me up like that episode of Titans did.

This time my source was this uFLIX.to link.

I have spent a lot of time today on Facebook posting about government and police corruption, and particularly involving Universal Ostrich Farms.

Anyway, it is 10:17 p.m., and I must start shutting things down and getting to bed.

Today's Afternoon Arrival of Autumn

My 3 a.m. alarm definitely roused me; and when I finally left home for the ¾-mile round trip hobble to the elementary school playground for sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I saw that my wife's car was here, so she likely was as well ─ I had not heard her last night. She was not here insofar as I know when I retired ─ was that possibly a bit past 10 p.m.?

I have for the past 10 days or even two weeks or more, taken to running a vertical fan in my bedroom anytime I go to bed at night or even for an afternoon nap because its noise helps cancel out most sounds from outside my open bedroom window, as well as those here in the house. Sometimes in the night I even fool myself into thinking that it is raining due to the sound of the fan.

Anyway, I had weighed myself just before leaving for the playground, and dressed exactly as I would be whilst exercising, I was just about 185 pounds. I didn't expect I would be that much ─ I certainly was not feeling like I was that 'heavy'.

Perhaps ─ and strangely ─ not feeling overburdened with a few more pounds than I liked was why I had a decent showing and managed an opening set of six pull-ups.

Note that I am still using the youngest kids' playground, for despite the school having been one of 25 schools from different school districts across B.C. receiving $200,000 in funding for their "inclusive" playgrounds, nothing has been done since the older kids' playground was eradicated at the start of July.

As far as I know, that is $200,000 to each of the schools.

So if the school has the money, why hasn't the new playground been installed? And what in blazes is an "inclusive" playground? Why does everything have to sound woke and DEI-tainted?

Thankfully the equipment was dry when I got there. The night was markedly cool, so an hour later it would have been damp ─ I have no doubt. After all, Fall or Autumn officially arrived today at 2:19 p.m., so mine earlier today was the last Summer visit for the year of 2025.

With the usual 30-count between sets, my repetitions were as follows: two sets of pull-ups (6-2); two sets of chin-ups (3-3); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2); and one last regular pull-up.

Then after a final 30-count of rest, I held a dead hang for a 100-count. And two or three or so minutes later, I put in 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp.

The walk back home soon becomes a strain ─ perhaps a hip flexor strain. It's basically where the front of the leg joins the pelvis. I recently have begun doing some abdominal exercises involving repetitive raising of the legs as well as successive efforts to draw the knees towards my chin while keeping my legs from straightening out. So I think those unaccustomed variations have that region sensitive now, and the jarring, forced hobble home soon presents some trauma to the area.

I was back to bed a little ahead of 5:45 a.m., initially having trouble finding my way into sleep. As well, I was uncomfortably cool in bed ─ I was unable to warm up. Yet it was around 8:45 a.m. when next I checked the time, so I had to hustle up, correctly expecting that my brother was downstairs watching T.V.

It was well past 10 a.m. when I joined him, and he soon enough turned the T.V. over to me so that I could start up our Android TV Box.

Things were to begin with a 1⅓-hour (1:20:21) video streamed September 18 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Episode 195: Bronx Debate Exposes the Divide in Science.

This Thursday, join us for a special edition of VSRF Live as we speak with Dr. Pierre Kory, one of the most respected voices in health freedom and evidence-based medicine, and attorney Bobbie Anne Flower Cox, who has been at the forefront of health freedom litigation during the Covid pandemic era.

We’ll start with a post-debate debrief. Over the weekend, Dr. Kory and Steve Kirsch took the stage in New York for the first-ever public vaccine debate, facing off against “Debunk the Funk’s” Dr. Dan Wilson and YouTuber “Professor” Dave Farina. While the opposition relied on ad hominem attacks, Dr. Kory and Steve stayed focused, presenting clear data, science, and insights into vaccine safety and policy. Attorney Cox was a member of the audience and will share her perspective and insights from that vantage point. Tune in for his firsthand account—including the most revealing moments on stage and behind the scenes.

Beyond the debate, we’ll explore what Dr. Kory has been seeing in his practice, including emerging trends in patient care and the broader implications for public health. Gain an insider’s perspective on the challenges and opportunities physicians face today.

We’ll also preview the upcoming Children’s Health Defense (CHD) Conference in Austin, Texas—highlighting key topics, speakers, and discussions. Dr. Kory and Steve will both be speaking, along with Senator Rand Paul, Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Suzanne Humphries, Russell Brand, and many other distinguished guests.

This is your chance to hear directly from Dr. Kory about the future of medical freedom, the latest in vaccine science, and the ongoing fight for transparency and accountability in public health.

Unfortunately attorney Bobbie Cox had a very poor Internet / ZOOM connection and they had to drop her, so she didn't offer too much. And for the life of me, I cannot recall any details concerning a Children’s Health Defense (CHD) Conference in Austin, Texas.

When that video was done, I tuned in more than the last half ─ and this was our third sitting ─ of a very interesting video that I had downloaded back on April 21; yet I am at the source now, and it just will not play.

Regardless, I shall proceed with its description just as if it does play on the chance that it will if someone else tries the link.

The video was over 1¾ hours (1:49:29), and had been published February 5, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: Shelby Foote Interviews Part 2 of 3 1990.

Part 2 of the uncut interviews with Shelby Foote for the Civil War Series

We had already previously watched Part 1, and I have Part 3 downloaded for a future viewing.

My wife had a full workday today, but never emerged from her bedroom until at least 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready herself, and then was away soon past 10 a.m. on her rather long drive.

Despite the day being sunny and me intending to get in some afternoon sunning, I never got back to bed for a needed nap until well past 1 p.m., by which time I had long eaten my day's first meal.

It was well before 2:30 p.m. when I managed to rouse and reluctantly force myself back up. My brother had long since probably finished his own bed rest, but he had not yet gone for the day to do his daily social drinking.

When he remained watching T.V. with Bev, I wanted to get my sunning begun ahead of 3 p.m.; so because I would be remaining clothed apart from merely opening my shirt, I decided to just go ahead and do it.

I doubt that it was more than five minutes later that he came forth ─ he planned on mowing the lawns after using our string wacker. And so much for any sunning today. He never came back into the house to remain until after 5 p.m.

Oh, he had taken a break after finishing the backyard lawn, watching T.V. with Bev for what seemed at least half an hour, so it was not continuous toil on his part.

But he was home to remain ─ no bus trips today to go social drinking.

Fortunately tomorrow is expected to be another sunny day, so I can get back into some sunning then.

Right now it is 5:32 p.m., so I am going to break from blogging for some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom; then I will round up a light supper. After that is eaten, I will be watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer to justify a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I will be back here later in the evening to close.

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My first selection was iZombie ─ episode nine ("The Fresh Princess") of season five. It was pretty good. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I never seem to stop marvelling at how beautifully muscled Rose McIver's legs are.

I next watched The 100 ─ the first episode ("Sanctum") of season six. And it was yet another GOOJARA.to link for my source.

Okay, I admit that this episode eclipsed that of iZombie. So much wonder and bewildering excitement amongst the intense drama.

Whatever, it all was not enough ─ I needed a tad more drink than the two beers. So I poured a glass tumbler half full of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in Whitney ─ episode seven ("Getting to Know You") of the first season.

That rather scrawny and rather tall young thing is so understatedly hot ─ it sure goes to show how confidence and an 'out there' attitude can work utter magic!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

My wife arrived home soon after the episode was done, and gave me $400 ... to transfer back to her online as $500. She has at least one bill requiring payment online, she said; but she has no online resource to do so because she only got paid today less than $500 (Net) due to having been away to Thailand for approximately five weeks without pay.

Woe is me!

At least this loss of $100 on my part relieves me of having to try and schedule the nighttime two-mile round trip walk to the nearest ATM of my financial institution for a withdrawal, for I don't have $100 cash on hand.

Enough for today. It is p.m., but I do not intend to be setting my cellphone alarm for any earlier than 6 a.m. since I will not be leaving home tomorrow.

Good night.

😈Cortical Inhibition👹

I succumb so infernally easily. It was to be as late as 12:20 a.m. before I got to bed last night, but it could have been so very much worse if the denouement had not been deliberately accelerated.

By the way, it was raining late last evening.

I feel considerable self-disgust today, but nonetheless I did rise to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm still intent of doing some early grocery shopping at No Frills about a half mile away after it opened at 8 a.m.

My youngest stepson was still up when I rose, but he retired within a half hour thereafter. It's his life, I guess. If he wants to spend his weekend sleeping away most of each day just because he will not go to bed properly, it is his choice ─ he's in his mid-20s, and nearer 30 than 20.

I think I got on my way barely ahead of 8 a.m., and the sky was blessedly heavily overcast; but I wish the darned store opened at 7 a.m. so I could leave earlier, especially now that my damaged right knee inhibits my ability to walk.

The only strong negative about my outing was right after I had done my shopping and was newly left the store. Despite some various other people being about, some possibly retarded chap came bustling across the parking lot off to my right and diagonally behind me, calling out at me.

There were a few other people walking thereabouts, as I said, but this clown had me targeted ─ as if there is an aura about me of being some sort of easy mark. And as I also said, he was calling out to me from diagonally behind me, and thus not within my forward nor even my peripheral vision.

When I politely stopped as I looked his way and he caught me up, it was the old "spare change" plea. It was also precisely what I expected.

He was White and middle-aged, with his jacket wide open and displaying a fairly stout torso; and his complexion was oddly red ─ even his outstretched hand and wrist.

I had an idea on how much change I had, and knew it included a loonie and toonie. So I dug it out and planted it into his hand, wishing him good luck as I then continued on my way. He wasted not an instant immediately assessing just what his haul might be, not caring about onlookers.

The incident made me feel more of a sucker than a Samaritan, even though he likely only got $4.85 off me by my estimation. What especially bummed me was why this joker singled me out over everyone else around there, even though he essentially had to chase after me when there were other people coming towards and just a short ways ahead of me. He could have leisurely intercepted and panhandled them without this need to chase after me.

Truly, I felt as if I appeared to be some sort of unicorn out there in the public that was unlike other people who were more anonymous than I.

This is why I prefer darkness when I must walk anywhere. At least then I do feel anonymous.

When I laboured my lame way back home, it was to find that my younger brother had still not emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

When he finally did around 9:20 a.m. perhaps, I was well into a nearly 1¼-hour (1:13:16) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Who Is Behind Charlie Kirk's Assassination? Paul Craig Roberts and Gary Heavin.

Dr. Paul Craig Roberts was associate editor and columnist for the The Wall Street Journal and was appointed by President Reagan to Assistant Secretary of the Treasury for Economic Policy. He joins founder of Curves International Fitness, businessman, author, filmmaker and philanthropist Gary Heavin to discuss why someone would kill Charlie Kirk, trajectory of the bullet, the message this sends to people speaking out, where Turning Point goes from here, and much more.

My second video choice was 15 minutes (15:56) uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Jimmy Axed, So Now You Wanna Talk Free Speech?

Third up was another near 1¼-hour (1:12:20) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC, Canada Now Wants All Residents To Pay "White Guilt Tax" DIRECTLY To The Indigenous.

WARNING: BC, Canada Wants All "Non Indigenous" Residents (That's 94% Of The Population) To Start Paying DIRECTLY To 6% Of The Population (The Indigenous OR Part Indigenous) a GUILT Tax/Newcomer Type Fee Over And Above All Other Government Taxes, Mortgages And Rents.
It is already being presented and "suggested" on some municipal government land tax statements/websites. Renters may not be off the hook either...
Will This Be MANDATORY In BC Under the NDP If They Win Again?? A MUST SEE INTERVIEW.

Yesterday my brother and I had very prematurely cut from an excellent long interview, so we watched another 20 or so minutes again this morning before ─ once again ─ my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further rest. Will we finish it tomorrow?

I needed a nap too, but I correctly suspected that my brother would be needing to make a drive to the government liquor store two miles away, so I wanted to hitch a ride. And so I returned to my bed after a meal, hoping I would manage thereafter to nap briefly.

It seems I failed. I rose maybe around 1:30 p.m. and only Bev was present and watching T.V. ─ my brother had already taken off on that errand.

I don't need my beer replenished yet, but I just wanted to do it before it became crucial.

Now I shall have to wait another three or four days before he pays his next visit to the liquor store.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her long day, and was away on her fairly long drive soon past 10 a.m.

She had a largely overcast drive, but later in the morning things really began to clear up. I had that nap fully expecting that I would likely have to get in some sunning.

And so it was, but I did not begin sitting out there until 3:05 p.m., and I only remained there until around 3:57 p.m., if I am remembering right. I remained fully clothed, except for having my shirt wide open.

After that I began work on this post, then took a break for some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I was to take another break a while later for a light supper.

While doing a little research as I worked on this post, I noticed this nearly minute-long YouTube video depicting how some chap overcame a lower quadriceps issue following surgery; the surgical aftermath prevented him from fully extending his lower leg.

I never had that surgery on my damaged right knee, but could "cortical inhibition" also be why I cannot seem to do anything that will allow me to regain the ability to unassistedly fully raise my right lower leg?

I am going to have to investigate this.

Here is the short video.

It is time now for a longer break from blogging so that I can try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Earlier I had meant to watch a Christmas movie, but time ran away on me. I want to get up at 3 a.m. for a visit to the elementary school playground for some pull-ups and push-ups, so it has become too late for both a Christmas movie and then one of my regular shows, for it is already 7:03 p.m.

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I sampled a show new to me ─ the "Pilot" episode of A Gifted Man. It was considerably better than I feared, for I am not a fan of medical series.

My source was new to me ─ this Soapy.to link. It played very well, but it seemed to end just a little too abruptly and with no closing credits whatsoever despite running 43 minutes and 12 seconds entirely commercial-free, so I hope nothing was cut off.

When it was done, I discovered my brother to be home from his daily bus trip somewhere to do his social drinking.

My second and final show was Legacies ─ episode five ("Malivore") of season one. This series can be surprisingly good. A guest actress in this episode was Amy Manson who played an unnamed dryad very much capable of love. She was so touchingly presented that I found myself pretty much yearning that I had been met and been loved when a young man by just such an 'otherwordly' being.

I wish there were better photos of her in that role than this screenshot I made:

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I have to hustle and get to bed, for it is already 9:45 p.m. and I still have to tend to a few things before shutting everything down.

I wish my life was far more hopeful than it is.