Minka Dawn

Lord, I did not want to rise at my cellphone alarm's 6 a.m. summons! But I did.

To help ensure that I would go forth to do some shopping at Shoppers Drug Mart half a mile hence after its 8 a.m. opening, I fixed up a mug of strong instant coffee with the works, washing down an aspirin with the first sips.

Good it was that once daylight arrived, it was deeply gloomy outside due to heavy cloud cover. There had been rains previously. Had the morn been sunny and brilliant, I am positive that I would not have left the house.

As it was, I am unsure if I left here before 8 a.m. had arrived; but if I did fail to leave before then, it was only barely after.

My first stop was to be Vancity credit union ─ I needed extra cash, so I wanted to see if the vestibule wherein is located the ATM had automatically unlocked at 6 a.m. It had.

I first tried for the very first time the debit card that I had supposedly gotten activated a couple or so weeks back after having had possession of it for a year or even two. The card is for my private account at a different credit union ─ the one where my wife and I have a joint account.

I had thought that I got the card activated with the same PIN ... but the ATM rejected it as being invalid.

Fortunately I had the amount ($200) in my joint account that I wanted to withdraw, so I did that using my other debit card.

The next time I am at my financial institution's ATM I shall have to give the card for my private account a try there. Maybe it just would not get recognized at Vancity for some reason.

And so I was able to do some shopping at Shoppers Drug Mart ─ I even bought a bottle of biotin for my wife, stupidly believing that it was vitamin B1 (she had wanted vitamin B1).

Biotin is rather expensive! And all for nothing.

But at least it can only be beneficial for her; and I think that it only contained 45 tablets. She will have to settle for the bottle of B100 complex that I had given her Thursday ─ vitamin B1 is one of its components.

I hobbled back home to find my younger brother already up and watching T.V.

I came directly upstairs to my bedroom to dress down; and shortly after 9 a.m. I came back downstairs to join him. He was not long at all in inviting me to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with a 47-minute (47:09) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: The Web That Makes Digital ID Already Law in the U.S. ft. Tom Renz | Daily Pulse Ep 135.

Attorney Tom Renz has been digging and showing how Digital ID is already law in the U.S. He joins us to explain the complex web that proves Digital ID is ready to go and how the government plans to enforce it in ways that most people won't notice until it's too late, unless we understand this issue right now.

I next tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ episode two of season or series 33. There were numerous sources, but I had the misfortune of choosing one that buffered to a standstill after something like 14 minutes. This proved a big deal because despite trying as many as 10 other sources before giving up, once they began playing and I then advanced the play status bar ahead to bypass what we had already watched, every one of them would only buffer thereafter in objection to this apparent indignity, refusing to continue.

Perhaps early tomorrow I will allow the show to run to the point where we had stopped watching, and then pause it there awaiting my brother's eventual emergence from his bedroom. I can only hope that the act of such an extended pause will not also result in a frustrating buffer stall.

After giving up on Graham Norton, I then tuned in the last 40 or so minutes of a movie we had twice before given sittings and had broken from so my brother could gain further bed rest before going out in the early afternoon. I had the movie recorded on a flash or thumb drive.

It was 1988's The Beast.

I did not really need to download it, but it has been my experience that these easy sources for movies on platforms like Rumble and BitChute can suddenly be 'disappeared'. So it can be better to have the item downloaded just in case. And in this instance, I had done so back on May 14.

My source? It had been published on January 1 (2025) to BitChute's TrueMoviesMan🎬 channel: 🏣h€🅱€🅰st🅾fW🅰r (1988). The movie title was probably deliberately obscured to make it less likely of being identified and removed.

It was interesting enough. I must say, though, there certainly was a lot of fast physical activity by nearly everyone concerned there in the desert. People seemed as wired as if they were hopped up on some drug. Overacting, obviously. I wonder if it was what the director(s) or producer(s) insisted on?

At the movie's conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for more rest, for he would be busing away to commence his daily social drinking.

Although I had indulged in two mugs of strong instant coffee over the morning, I was only planning on eating one meal later in the day, so I didn't waste much time before getting after my own nap.

My wife apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, although she never emerged from her bedroom until nearly 10 a.m. and was not to leave until (I think) after 10:30 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

I would not be using her bedroom for my usual light exercising in her absence this latter afternoon, for today was a scheduled bath day. Actually, this meant that I would be having no exercise today whatsoever, apart from the mile-long round trip hobble to shop at the pharmacy this morning.

Before it was yet mid-afternoon, I became aware of the sounds of rain outside. And when I was having my bath, at one point the rain was clearly quite hard out there.

By the way, stripped naked for my bath I weighed approximately 178 pounds.

Right now it is 6:16 p.m. and I am about to have that meal. Then I plan to watch a couple of shows while enjoying two tallboy (16 oz) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will complete this post in the later evening.

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Following my meal, I tuned in The 100 ─ episode three ("The Children of Gabriel") of season six.

Pretty darned good! But I still want an end to the "Octavia" character. I despise her so much that despite once being a Marie Avgeropoulos fan, I have lost all interest in seeking out her work.

My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

Fairly early into the episode I noticed my cellphone screen light up ─ it was a text from my wife. She asked that I leave a certain four-litre box of Domaine D'Or red wine in her room ─ I had offered her some last night, but she declined. Apparently she is in the mood this evening.

My second show broke me wide open ─ I never expected to be so heavily moved.

It was Titans ─ episode nine ("Hank and Dawn") of the first season. It has been a long, long time since I identified so powerfully with two characters. I loved these two! If I had ever found my "Dawn" as presented by absolutely beautiful actress Minka Kelly, my life would end with her own finish. I felt this so clearly.

Those two characters deserved their own series. But I know that it would have watered down and become formulaic tripe with no impact any longer.

My source was another RidoMovies.tv link. 

I suppose the episode ended barely past 9 p.m. My brother was evidently back home and downstairs with Bev, but as yet my wife had not come home.

Still too early for bed, but not wishing to watch anything long, I tried a sitcom I've not before seen. It was Blue Mountain State ─ the premiere episode ("It's Called Hazing, Look It Up") of the first season.

It's bawdy and riotous, but to my near extra delight it features ─ albeit in a very negative way ─ the very same actor (Alan Ritchson) portraying "Hawk" in the Titans episode I had just watched! What are the odds?

And adding to the coincidences is that my source was yet a third RidoMovie.tv link.

As I was updating this post, barely ahead of 10 p.m. my wife arrived home.

With that all updated this rather blustery evening outside, it is 10:18 p.m., so I am going to conclude and publish this post, for I have a few things to finish up here on my computer before my bedtime. I'll not be rising until 6 a.m. tomorrow.