Hollow Norman

My 3 a.m. alarm got me up overnight for my ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for the planned exercising.

Before leaving, after seeing online that it was going to be on the chilly side out there (maybe 40º F., or 5º C.), I had weighed myself fully clothed because I correctly anticipated that I would be exercising with my heavy jacket on. Actually, I both weighed myself without it ─ around 185 pounds; and with it on ─ approximately 188 pounds.

I found it wet outside from some earlier rains, but there was lots of clear sky.

The playground equipment was dripping with wet, so I needed to wipe dry what I would be exercising with. I expected to likely fare poorly, and I did.

So with a 30-count between sets, I began with two sets of pull-ups (3-1 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 reps); and a final set of just one pull-up, and I held the dead hang at completion for a 60-count.

Then it was over to the nearby metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

Back home, just before I was set to return to bed at 5:30 a.m. or a little thereafter, I remembered that I wanted to set up an episode of The Graham Norton Show to play from the 14-minute mark where it had failed Saturday morning.

So I went downstairs and had gotten the T.V. turned on and then the Android TV Box activated ... when I heard my younger brother quietly sneaking forth from his bedroom. I had heard him much earlier open his bedroom door, but he never ventured forth.

It seemed he was unable to sleep, yet even in the gloom he looked dreadfully wasted. But I wasn't about to get involved in watching any T.V. with him, so I just left it to him after shutting down the Android TV Box, my job left undone.

I went to bed, and probably remained there for 3½ hours, not rising until maybe 9:18 a.m. This had me hustle, for I normally have already joined my brother for morning T.V. by then.

He was still downstairs watching T.V., so I did join him, speedily getting his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box.

By mistake I tuned in a 14-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: BREAKING! Trump is HOURS away from Destroying Venezuela and It's NOT about drugs.

World War III may not start in Ukraine or the Middle East — it could ignite right here in our own hemisphere. President Trump has just deployed the Gerald R. Ford carrier strike group off the coast of Venezuela, and despite what the Pentagon is claiming, this has nothing to do with “narco boats.” This is about oil, power, and who controls Latin America’s future.

Venezuela’s threat to annex the Essequibo region of Guyana puts billions of barrels of oil — and U.S. corporate interests — at risk. Exxon, Chevron, and China’s CNOOC are all tied into one of the largest oil discoveries in modern history. Meanwhile, Russia and China have spent years propping up Nicolás Maduro’s regime through weapons, debt, and oil deals.

Trump’s message is clear: Get out of the southern hemisphere. Get out of Latin America. This is the new Monroe Doctrine for the 21st century — and it’s a direct warning to Moscow and Beijing just days before Trump’s high-stakes meeting with Xi Jinping.

I label the video a mistake because I thought I was playing a far more comprehensive 1⅔-hour (1:40:29) video streamed to that channel on October 23: HIGH ALERT! Trump pushes "land war" in Venezuela, and Russia goes nuclear | Redacted News Live.

Over the course of the show guests were to be Scott Horton, Kyle Seraphin, and Anders Otteson.

My brother managed to hold out for one further video. At 11 minutes (11:10), it had been published January 18, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Corrupt Life of Blanche Monnier.

Blanche Monnier (March 1849 – October 1913). As a woman from Poitiers, Vienne, France, who was secretly kept locked in a small room by her aristocratic mother for 25 years. She was eventually found by police, then middle-aged and in an emaciated and filthy condition; according to officials, Monnier had not seen any sunlight for her entire captivity.

What an unspeakable tragedy that such a beautiful young woman would have such an abominably unlivable life forced upon her.

My brother finally returned to his bedroom to rest.

I had my day's first meal, and then a good nap I was reluctant to depart from once I awakened.

For the second consecutive day my brother was to remain home and not bus off to engage his essential social drinking. He is unusually ill with a respiratory ailment. He has even been affected with feeling exceptionally cold, and has been shutting open windows and adjusting the thermostat ─ normally when I am dressed in a sweatshirt over a tee-shirt and still feeling unpleasantly cool, he will be perfectly content in one of his short-sleeved tops.

I have not yet mentioned my wife. She had a full workday scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. and was away on her rather long drive about half an hour later.

Late this afternoon I took advantage of her vacant bedroom and had some light exercising there.

Right now it is 6:34 p.m. and I am about to eat my day's second and final meal, and then I will be watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and enjoying a couple tallboy (16 ozs) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will conclude this post late into the evening.

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First I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode four ("Hollow") of season five. It would be difficult to come up with a more disgusting villain. The shame is that he was killed pretty much immediately ─ he deserved an incredibly agonizing, lingering death.

My source for the episode was this MoviesGo.sh link.

I next watched Blood Ties ─ final episode 12 ("Norman") of season one. Corny, but I was drawn into the episode. Man, could that Christina Cox ever fill out a pair of tight jeans!

I hope we've seen the last of the "Norman" character ─ this prick truly disgusts me.

Anyway, this time my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

Needy for more, I tuned in something short ─ a sitcom. This allowed me to add a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol) to my drinking total.

The show was Whitney ─ episode 13 ("Codependence Day") of the first season. It was pretty good. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

I may as well call this post done. I want some time to brush my teeth and wrap up some other things that I have going on here on my computer. 'Tis 10:12 p.m.