Great Guy

X (formerly Twitter): Andrew Kaufman MD

Again I did not require my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, for a wakeful period found me checking the time at something like 2:11 or 2:12 a.m.

Granted, I did initially consider attempting a further block of sleep; but then I remembered that two nights previously I had under similar circumstance risen after seeing the time to be either 2:21 or 2:22 a.m., so I accepted that this was little different and so I rose.

Despite the jump start, I was not out the front door and on my way to the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups until as much as 3:34 a.m.

It was chilly and the night air felt damp; and there was a thin cloud cover shrouding the sky.

At the school playground I needed to wipe heavy condensation from a monkey bar to exercise with.

Before I had left home, a weigh-in while fully dressed for how I expected to be exercising ─ i.e., with fairly heavy blackish denim jacket on ─ had me logging in at maybe 187 pounds.

I matched my session of two nights ago. Except for the first set of pull-ups in which I settled on three rather strict and measured repetitions, the other five sets were marked with two repetitions in each.

As always, there was a 30-count between each set; and of course there were two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings.

Then after one further 30-count, I held a dead hang for a 70-count.

And a couple or so minutes later, I was pulling off 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp.

Then homeward I hobbled, completing the ¾-or-so-mile round trip walk.

If I am remembering aright, I was back to bed several minutes after 6 a.m.

I suppose my morning commenced around 8:30 a.m. when I rather reluctantly rose, mistakenly believing that my younger brother was already downstairs watching his usual T.V. news shows.

With him tardy, just past 9 a.m. I took possession of the T.V. and had it under control of our Android TV Box. Then despite my brother not being present, I began watching a 16-minute (16:49) video uploaded earlier this morning to YouTube's Rebel News channel: Relative calm as ostrich farm awaits Supreme Court decision.

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Sheila Gunn Reid joins Tamara Ugolini as she checks in from Universal Ostrich Farms, where there's a relative calm as the farmers await a decision from the Supreme Court on the status of their legal appeal. 
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And since I have just noticed a further video update at that channel concerning the ostrich farm, I have watched the six-minute (6:27) video: US experts say ostriches don’t spread bird flu — so why is Ottawa prepping to kill 400 of them?

Sheila Gunn Reid looks at a letter from the American Ostrich Association sent to the US Dept. of Agriculture arguing ostriches don't spread bird flu, raising more questions about Ottawa's planned cull of 400 seemingly healthy birds.
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Anyway, I believe that my brother joined me before the first video had finished.

My next selection was a 27-minute (27:50) video also uploaded today, but this time to YouTube's Dr. John Campbell channel: Vaccine injuries, full version.

Evidently it was too soon for my brother for something even slightly technical, so after a while he removed himself to the dining table to probably read a newspaper.

Of more interest to him was a considerably longer video that exceeded an hour (1:09:17) that had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Man in America channel: mRNA 2.0: This Frightening Tech Can Target Your BRAIN Using Biological Post Codes.

Health expert Kim Bright joins me to expose the next generation of mRNA technology—what scientists are calling mRNA 2.0. We dig into shocking new research on “biological post codes,” a system that could let mRNA target specific organs—even the brain. From vaccine injuries and government secrecy to the gut’s hidden role in immunity and healing, Kim breaks down what’s really happening behind the headlines and why natural solutions may be one of the last lines of defense against this new wave of biotech experimentation.

We finished up with a 27-minute (27:46) video uploaded earlier two days ago to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: “Trump’s A Threat to Democracy”–Carney’s FANBOY Moment Sparks Canadian Revolt.

BREAKING: Mark Carney promises President Trump to drive $1 TRILLION out of Canada, handing wages and jobs to the U.S. Even the CBC is throwing Mark Carney to the wolves. Pierre Poilievre Goes NUCLEAR In Question Period.

Actually, my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest maybe midway through the video. And since my wife was already up for the day by then, I chose to abandon it as well.

We've had some rain at times over the day, keeping things wet.

I had a very early afternoon nap, for I had eaten early today following my outing to the school. My nap was likely over around 1:30 p.m.

I expect that my wife had to work the latter part of today, but she left here close to an hour earlier than she otherwise would have. I heard her say "Bye" ─ probably to Bev; but I was upstairs here at my bedside computer and got no adieu, even though she had passed by my bedroom when she went downstairs to get set to go, taking some things from the kitchen with her.

That's how it is.

I am going to take a blogging break now at 3:56 p.m. for some light exercising in her vacant bedroom; and then I may see about watching a Christmas movie while enjoying some drink to better affect me emotionally ─ whether that is good or bad. Christmas movies and drink can often break me down considerably ─ is that possibly a good thing?

I shall report back well into the evening.

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My Christmas movie choice was 2018's Road to Christmas.

It proceeded with the usual formulaic sequence, but I actually did not anticipate the usual late-movie occurrence where the two main characters have a misunderstanding that imperils their budding romance. That totally caught me off guard, for some reason.

Apparently I have enjoyed lead actress Jessy Schram in a probable previous Christmas movie, for her name pops up in my Blogger's labels.

Actress Teryl Rothery has been making a lot of appearances in shows I have watched these past few years, but I must here confess that I felt her to be looking exceptionally alluring in this movie.

As for my source for the movie, I tried two that failed relatively early in one sense or another, but I finally settled on this GOOJARA.to link.

It took at least half the movie, but it soon had me blubbering like a pussy.

I suppose that the movie ended no later than 7 p.m., and as yet my brother was not home to provide Bev company. Meantime, I had downed two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

But I had held off on my supper because it was going to primarily comprise the last of the well-vegetabled soup my wife had prepared yesterday, so I wanted the beers into me ahead of the fluid-heavy melange. 

I had the filling meal, and then tuned in Prime Suspect ─ episode four ("Great Guy, Yet: Dead") of the first season.

I am enjoying the series, but I just gotta say ... with the fourth episode behind me now, I think that I should be liking the central character more than I do. I just can't relate ─ not enough of her comes across.

That's why the series probably died after this one season.

As an example, I adored actress Alexa Davalos in The Man in the High Castle. Consequently when she showed up as a regular in FBI: Most Wanted, I was almost thrilled.

But her role turned out to be almost as interesting as cardboard. She has meant nothing to me. Anyone could have the role ─ there is no personality to it.

I don't know aught of Maria Bello before Prime Suspect, but maybe a similar fix is at work here. It's just a lousily-written role.

Whatever, my source for the episode was ─ grudgingly ─ this TVvids.net link; I don't appreciate how that website forces out an advertisement website via a new browser. But at least once the video screen was enlarged and the show playing, all went well thereafter.

I needed to pour myself a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) to enjoy with the show, but in doing so I wasted some through being careless with the pour. This was most upsetting, for the damned stuff of course costs. My bedroom's carpet didn't need the libation.

The episode may have ended as early as 9:20 p.m. ─ if not even earlier; by then, my brother was downstairs with Bev.

I have no early plans for tomorrow, so I may just set my cellphone alarm for 7 a.m to ensure that I have time to normalize and have some token exercising out in the backyard tool shed before my brother emerges from his bedroom for the morning.

But a little more drink would be nice.

I am going to close this post now at p.m. and publish it. I will resist drinking anything more this evening.

And my wife just came through the front door at 9:47 p.m., soon enough coming upstairs to her bedroom and passing my open door without a word.

As I said earlier, that's how things are with us, I guess.