Indecent Bones

Damn it!

I fully intended to get up in the wee a.m. ─ 3:30 a.m., to be precise. But after sleeping rather well, I found myself awake and checked the time well before 3 a.m.

I am getting truly annoyed with this faulted sleep of mine. If I rose earlier than my alarm, it has typically proven that my day suffers for it, for I generally seem unable to get back to bed soon enough later on to have a productive day.

And last night for some reason as I lay ruing my need for more sleep, I discovered myself to feel a little dyspeptic from my wolfed-down supper, even though I ate it in the late afternoon yesterday.

Actually, I had checked the time during that wakefulness very soon after 2 a.m., for at 2:16 a.m. my youngest stepson texted me that he had left me two pieces of pizza in the fridge. I was at that point resolving to attempt further sleep rather than to be getting up ahead of my 3:30 a.m. alarm, so it may well be that I had been awake at 2 a.m. before finally checking the time.

There is clearly a vast difference between getting awakened or roused to rise at 3:30 a.m., than to get up because one has been awake since 2 a.m. After all, the intention was to have the ¾-mile round trip awkward walk to the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and feeling ill- or short-slept is definitely not conducive to a good performance, nor is it likely beneficial activity when in that state.

So the outing never took place. Instead, I believe that I was to rise around 6 a.m.

I rose and was soon enough out in the front yard to water the garden plants. I see that the very earliest indications of maybe a couple of flower buds beginning to open in a vast spread of mauve / purple Michaelmas daisies (asters) is commencing.

This will be grand news for the local bees. We have a number of geraniums and a few other flowers I am unable at present to identify, but there is nothing like the mass of blooms that the Michaelmas daisies will be presenting soon enough.

Anyway, after the watering, I went out to the backyard tool shed for the missed pull-ups and chin-ups: 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 metal ladder's two sides (2-2 reps), with the final one held in the dead hang for a 50-count.

It was not until much later when I was in the house that it dawned upon me that I had entirely forgotten the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right knee.

I remained in the house ─ "too bad, so sad".

It may have been around 8:20 a.m. when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for coffee and morning T.V. news.

And as is not unusual, I never joined him until towards 9 a.m. Around 9:10 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so I could put our Android TV Box to work, so out of curiosity I turned in a six-minute (6:02) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show channel: Church Investigator: "He Looks Like a Demon" | Official Preview.

I see that the full video has now been uploaded, but I think we'll pass on it.

Next up was a 13-minute (13:03) video published yesterday to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Save Canada's Ostrich Farms! Protests Erupt Over Government Tyranny in Canada | Redacted News.

Universal Ostrich Farms, a small remote farm in the beautiful Kootenays of British Columbia, has been ordered by the Canadian Food Inspection Agency (CFIA) to cull their entire herd of 400 healthy ostriches—animals they have raised for over 30 years. The farm is in urgent need of support to help cover legal and operational expenses following the court’s devastating decision to destroy their herd. You can support them here: https://saveourostriches.com/

In late 2024, the [Canadian Food Inspection Agency] CFIA ordered the killing of about 400 ostriches at Universal Ostrich Farm near Edgewood, B.C... after detecting H5N1 avian flu. The farm fought the order in court, arguing the birds were healthy and that they had made it through the flu and everything was fine.

At that same channel we also watched a far shorter (2:36) video also published yesterday: Holy SH*T! Poland just admitted the TRUTH about Zelensky and it's not good | Redacted.

Remember how the mainstream media immediately pretended it was Russia that attacked Poland. Well we are not idiots, and we knew right away based on the shell casing and telemetry information that it was a Ukrainian shell fired by Ukraine into Poland.

I then tuned in an episode of Doc Martin, but we only got just past 24 minutes into it when it buffered and would not come out of that state. I tried five different streaming apps, but although they would play the episode, as soon as I advanced any of the videos to get through most of what we had already watched, they would all just buffer uselessly, refusing to play.

And so I had to surrender. I have now downloaded the episode, but it is going to probably be at least a couple of months before we ever get around to playing that download.

Curse the bad luck!

Turning to the flash or thumb drive that we are presently slowly progressing through, I played a 16½-minute video concerning Mike Tyson that now is no longer available on YouTube ─ not for public viewing, at any rate. In fact, I cannot even locate the specific channel, so I shall say nothing more concerning either.

We finished with Inside No. 9 ─ the first episode ("The Bones of St Nicholas") of season eight. Suffice to say that both my brother and I were disappointed with its feeble conclusion ─ the producers / writers are getting ridiculously contrived.

I no longer know my download source, but I see that it is presently available at Dailymotion's tubetest channel: Inside.No.9.S08E01.The.Bones.of.St.Nicholas.

I was not to sun this afternoon. There was so much haze from distant forest fires that it was impossible to see a shadow on anything except light surfaces. The lawn? Forget it!

My damned evening is running away on me again, so I am going to break here and watch a couple of shows on my bedside computer so I can justify a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) 'cause I am feeling agitated.

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My first selection was The Flash ─ episode 20 ("Negative, Part Two"), the season eight finale.

What a pile of hokey rot! I am so bloody looking forward to the finish of the final season nine and thus the entire series. I'm especially fed up with the ongoing sermonizing of never taking a villain's life, no matter how many times he or she comes back and kills innocent people.

DC sucks badly. 

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The episode finished shortly before 8 p.m., and Bev was still watching T.V. downstairs by herself.

I next watched Superman & Lois ─ episode three ("The Thing in the Mines") of the first season. Despite it being a DC production, it far exceeds The Flash nonsense ... thus far, anyway.

I intended to watch it at uFLIX as well, but the volume could not be elevated to what I deem a comfortable level, so I chose this much louder GOOJARA.to link.

The episode finished a little ahead of 9 p.m., and the evidence was that my brother had come home. I wasn't interested in opening my bedroom door to verify.

I should have stopped here, but I'm getting sick of having to stop drinking after just two cans of beer night after damned night.

So I poured over half of a glass of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in Whitney ─ episode four ("A Decent Proposal") of season one. Rather scrawny as she may be, Whitney Cummings was bloody damned hot!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Will I get up at 3:30 a.m. for a pre-dawn outing to the elementary school? Right now it is 10:05 p.m., and I have yet to begin shutting anything down.