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It may have been as late as 11:15 p.m. before I got to bed last evening; and before I was asleep, I heard my wife come into the house, for she spoke briefly with my brother ─ Bev had already gotten plastered on her white wine and gone to bed by then.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m.; and although I had conscious periods, at least I do not recall being as miserable as I had been the previous couple of nights.

I rose to see that my youngest stepson has yet again remained up all night, but it's his life to live.

The plan was to visit the Berezan liquor store a half mile away once it had opened at 8 a.m. Fortunately, my resolve held, and it was probably 8 a.m. when I at last got on my way. The morning sky was clear, but there was plenty of frost out there. By this time my stepson had gone to bed.

And now I once more have a beer supply, for I bought two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I also bought a 750-ml (25.36 ounces) bottle of Dewar's Caribbean Smooth Blended Scotch Whisky as part of my Christmas gift for my younger brother. The full bill came to $90.20, and I paid in cash.

No one else was yet up when I got home, although my brother did emerge from his bedroom just as I got to mine to put away my purchases and begin dressing down ─ I hadn't even turned on my bedroom light when he came forth from his bedroom to watch TV news and start on some instant coffee.

I joined him a little past 9 a.m., and quickly enough got his invitation to begin operation of our Android TV Box, so I started us off with a nine-minute (9:38) video uploaded yesterday ─ but recorded November 25 ─ to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "The Beebs" -- Justin Beber Gets Grilled at Ethics Committee!

I had doubts about the next video due to its length of two hours (1:59:57). It had been published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Birth Rates Drastically TANKING Worldwide. See How They Are Preparing Behind The Scenes.

Governments, The IMF, OECD, and some economists are in talks NOW. They don't want to talk about this YET as it gets in the way of the current "OVERPOPULATION & CARBON" fear narrative which creates billions in revenues and more government control. Once that is set in place, but they need to extract more wealth for depopulation economic issues... we will finally start to hear about WHY they need to tax more. Find out here first, and watch an excellent documentary many have not seen.

Fortunately the video was not Odessa talking for two hours. I don't think she even spoke for eight minutes, then played the full 2023 documentary Birthgap.

I was impressed that my brother never made a disparaging comment despite there being some subtitling. I think that the various worldwide locations and interviews piqued his interest.

When it was over, I risked playing some more of the very good movie we had begun watching yesterday. But even though this morning we just got over the one-hour mark, there are still 50 minutes remaining ─ as usual, I had to suspend the movie so he could have some further bed rest.

I fixed up myself a meal of fare that had previously been provided by my wife, and was to bed for a nap before she had yet emerged from her bedroom.

After I rose, she was to ascertain that I had tried a fried rice dish that she had prepared last night after she had gotten home from work. I even got a goodbye from her when she left mid-afternoon on her rather long, sunny drive to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I think that she may have left just ahead of my brother, who of course was away to catch a bus so he could begin his daily social drinking.

This was a bath day for me, so for the second consecutive afternoon I have not had the usual light exercising I try to take advantage of when my wife's bedroom is vacant (mine is too cluttered and small).

Stripped naked for that bath, maybe I was a sliver or hair from hitting the 180-pound mark. The weight is creeping up, and it's that miserable never-ending accumulation of useless mass belting my midsection and just above my hips.

Right now it is 6:08 p.m. and I am breaking from this post to watch a couple of shows while enjoying two cans of that wonderful beer I lugged home this morning.

I won't be sitting up late because I want to rise at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the nearby elementary school playground.

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I tuned in The 100 ─ episode five ("The Gospel of Josephine") of season six. Now that was a show! Fabulous!

My source ─ after several failures, including some that listed the episode as being two minutes shorter than the source I finally used ─ was this Tvids.net link.

The episode likely ended ere quite 7:10 p.m., and as yet my brother was still away.

I next tuned in Titans ─ season one final episode 11 ("Dick Grayson"). Even though I suspected that the episode was some sort of dream sequence, I easily got myself surrendered into the intense drama. To be sure, I may have been drawn deeper into this episode than that of The 100, which is difficult to explain.

As gratitude for my source for The 100, once again I used a Tvids.to link. And no sooner was I typing that claim than I realized that the two sources are not identical: one is Tvids.net, the other Tvids.to.

Minka Kelly is such a dreamy, soothing actress ─ I cannot easily explain her effect on me.

Anyway, I'm glad I let the closing credits run through to conclusion, otherwise I would have missed that bit of appended footage of something coming next season.

I believe the episode ended just ahead of 8:10 p.m., and it is possible that my brother was by then home.

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Damn it. It is now after 11:30 p.m. and I succumbed yet again. I knew the failing was taking over during my bath, but I held off until after my two shows.

But can I get up at 3 a.m. now? The big question. What a wretch I am.

Ends

I feel confident that I made it to bed last night by 11 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. this morning, but my sleep was impaired even before I made it halfway through my night. I recall rising to use the toilet in the hope that removing even the slight urgency I had been feeling would result in the needed ease to bring on more sleep ─ and a time check revealed it to not yet quite be 2:30 a.m. ─ but nothing changed in my favour.

What is doing this? What makes sleep so elusive after just a few hours. The second half of my night at times was almost brutal. And when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed and I sat up intending to dress, I very nearly chose to lie back down because I craved so seriously more sleep.

But I rose and dressed, and then hobbled downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of strong, hot instant coffee. My youngest stepson was still up and at his computer, occasionally speaking to someone.

He is wasting his life doing this. At least he transferred $350 to me online yesterday as what has come to be his only monthly contribution towards the fortnightly mortgage debit of $991.55.

This morning I was determined to get out and do some grocery shopping at No Frills a half mile away after its 8 a.m. opening. If I did not do it this morning, then I would have to do it tomorrow morning and that would deprive me of my intended trip to the private liquor store approximately the same distance that also opens at 8 a.m.

I have not had any beer supply since the final can that I drank on (I believe) Tuesday evening, and have since been relying upon hard liquor that I sip while watching my evening entertainment here on my bedside computer.

I prefer having beer. If I do not go there this weekend, I will not be able to do so until next weekend because I am so damned adverse to being public during the busy workweek, especially now that I am crippled.

Fortunately it was overcast this morning, although I would have preferred rain. But it was sufficient to get me away no later than 8:05 a.m.

I ended up with a bit of a heavy double-load to tote back home, but I am now freed up for the liquor store tomorrow morning. If I buy what I want to buy, my load will be just over 20 pounds, so once again my bad knee will be challenged. A few times it had me off balance, if not actually buckling, as I brought home my grocery haul this morning.

My younger brother was up and watching T.V. when I arrived home. I put away my purchases, and then changed clothes in my bedroom. Then after studying just what I would be fetching for us to watch via our Android TV Box, around mid-morning I joined him and was soon invited to start operation of that device.

The first video we watched was 17 minutes (17:19) and had been published just this morning at BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Life Before The Invention Of Israel - This Movie Takes You Back To 'Palestine 36'.

Dena Takruri speaks to "Palestine 36" director Annemarie Jacir about the challenges of making a film about Palestinian history today. 

Refer to the original description ─ there is more to it; the interview was actually mirrored from a November 27 upload to YouTube.

Our second video was 20 minutes (20:27) and had been published yesterday to BitChute's TheWarAgainstYou channel: The Opium Fortunes: How America’s Elite Families Got Rich Selling Drugs to China.

Roosevelt, Astor, Forbes, Yale, Harvard: They All Got Rich Selling Opium to China Roosevelt. Astor. Forbes. Yale. Harvard. You know these names. What you don't know? They all got rich the exact same way. Flooding China with opium. Thousands of tons. Millions addicted. Four hundred percent profit. And then they spent 200 years making sure you'd never find out. Until now. This video documents the historical evidence proving that America's most powerful families made their fortunes through industrial-scale opium smuggling to China in the 1800s. The shipping records exist. The letters survive. The account books are in archives. This isn't conspiracy theory. This is documented history that has been systematically omitted from mainstream education. 📚 DOCUMENTED RESEARCH SOURCES: *Primary Historical Sources:*

Again, there is much more to the actual description, so go there to check it out; and apparently the video was mirrored from a source published October 29.

Switching gears, I next tuned in an inferior episode of Riverdale ─ specifically episode 15 ("Chapter Ninety-One: The Return of the Pussycats") of season five.

I sure hope that the episode was the obligatory seasonal musical episode, and now it's over with ─ I hate having these pop up unexpectedly and ruin the already shaky realism of the series.

I followed the series with the remaining 10 or 15 or so minutes of a documentary we had quit prematurely yesterday. At 47 minutes (47:23), it had been published January 15, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Young Turks & Armenian Genocide.

Young Turks was a political reform movement in the early 20th century that favored the replacement of the Ottoman Empire's absolute monarchy with a constitutional government. They led a rebellion against the absolute rule of Sultan Abdulhamid II in the 1908 Young Turk Revolution. With this revolution, the Young Turks helped to establish the Second Constitutional Era in 1908, ushering in an era of multi-party democracy for the first time in the country's history.

We never quite watched a half hour of the final feature ─ an interesting movie. My brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest, since he would be leaving towards mid-afternoon afoot to catch a bus and go social drinking. Thus, we'll carry on with the movie tomorrow if there isn't some all-vital NFL game scheduled for the morning that he will consider a must-watch.

My wife had a full workday today. She emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her day, and left about a half hour later on her fairly long drive. However, I never laid eyes on her. She came downstairs wordlessly as far as I could tell, not issuing her usual token "good morning" greeting; and after she fussed about in the kitchen area for a brief time, she was out the front door before I realized she was leaving.

She can excel at incivility when it comes to me. I strive to do my best to remain as unaffected by her rudeness as I can.

I never ate beyond the two mugs of strong and hot instant coffee that I drank today, so I was to bed by 12:20 p.m. for my early afternoon nap.

Thereafter I worked at blogging, but I was remarkably hungry and never had the reserves for the usual light exercising in my wife's bedroom when she is not present. I did at least go in there for a dozen push-ups after it had nearly gotten dark outside, and in assuming the position my feet knocked something over.

When I afterwards checked, I saw that it was a large plastic tumbler of water that I had spilled and drenched a spread of maybe a foot of carpet long by maybe four inches wide. I have tried to sop it up as best I can in the hope that by the time my wife gets home tonight, she will not notice the damp stretch.

Or maybe she won't get home until after I have gone to bed, for I want to do that by 11 p.m. with the liquor store hike in mind for tomorrow that will be necessitating another early rise at 6 a.m. to normalize in time for the venture.

I weighed myself around 4:40 p.m. after stripping naked in the bathroom, hoping to see some reward for having avoided a meal thus far today, but the nearly 179-pound reading that was threatened was not much encouragement.

Right now it is 5:05 p.m., so I am going to break from this post to round up some supper. After eating it, I will begin watching two or three shows here on my bedside computer whilst again indulging in some D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol).

I will finish up the post before publishing it later in the evening.

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I chose to lead my evening's viewing with 2018's Christmas at Graceland. My source was this OK.ru link. The lead actress was a singer named Kellie Pickler, but she definitely has a place in acting. I enjoyed her Dolly Parton-accented voice ─ pretty darned Southern!

Nevertheless, I have seen enough Christmas movies this year centred around singing ─ I have no further diet for any. I prefer more mundane or down-to-earth scenarios involving Christmas and regular people.

I will say that young actress Claire Elizabeth Green was spectacularly adorable as the daughter of Kellie Pickler's character. 

At least the movie was effective at spotlighting that my life is just about done. I am a failure in every respect, and I know that it is why God has never helped me, nor lifted me from the massive crevice in which I have come to exist. I can never have the meaning to my wife or anyone else that I so keenly crave. I can never have the means to find people whom I could be a hero to, and who would come to value and love me as deeply as I would them.

All I have become is a dependant ─ not the loving, care-giving saviour I have always wanted to be. I am fit only for extermination ─ eternal extermination, for it is all I request of God if I am to die in the futility that marks who and what I am. When I die, there is no need to resurrect me for Judgment ─ I plead guilty now, and just ask that whatever essence I am is destroyed while I sleep so that I never know anything past my mortal days.

It feels that is where I am being guided, and apparently this must always have been so.

The movie ended around 8:18 p.m., and I realized that my brother was back from his social drinking and was now carrying it on in the company of Bev.

I only drank one good shot of bourbon ─ my earlier supper seems unpleasantly heavy in my system, even though it was not a large meal.

I opted to watch one further show ─ I wasn't much into any more T.V. than that. So I tuned in iZombie ─ the season five and series finale episode 13 ("All's Well That Ends Well"). My source was this Tvids.net link ─ if you use it, be prepared for at least one new advertisement window that will likely appear behind the scenes.

Maybe because I was feeling so tired and disinterested, but the episode seemed lacking. Sure, I was relieved that three of the main 'good' characters were not killed as had seemed the case; but I felt far more removed or detached than I think I ever expected I would be.

I had a second shot of bourbon during the episode, but at the end of it all, I felt like nothing further.

Maybe I will just brush my teeth now and wrap up whatever I have left to do here on my computer and go to bed, hoping that I do not experience another discouraging sleep in my night's second half.

Right now, it is 9:59 p.m.

Hope in Your Dreams

It was another catastrophic night's sleep during the final few hours. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., but well before 4 a.m. I was already up once to use the toilet in the hope that doing so would alleviate any discomfort impinging sleep, but it didn't matter. From then on it was like I was in a state of fever.

When my alarm chimed, I took a moment or two before forcing myself from bed, for I had been in a state of grog and semi-dream ─ as close to sleep as I was managing.

Naturally, my youngest stepson was still up, having once more spent the entirety of the night sitting wastefully at his computer, and would be spending the entirety of the daylight hours in bed.

I was of course only up so that I would have time enough to adjust or normalize and be able to have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

I was probably out there by maybe 7:30 a.m. I'm not going to take the time detailing my feeble performance; I will only say that after opening the first set of pull-ups and chin-ups with two repetitions, the other sets were just a single repetition apiece. And then I had the usual exercises to work my damaged right knee.

It was rather chilly outside. I noticed that a maple leaf I stepped on was almost crispy with the beginning of some freezing.

My brother was up before 9 a.m., so he had control of the T.V. It was probably nigh 9:15 a.m. when I joined him, and fast got his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box.

I started us off with a 25-minute (25:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: How Canada got the residential school story wrong.

True North has published a major new book: Dead Wrong: How Canada Got the Residential School Story So Wrong, the follow-up to the bestselling Grave Error. Co-editor Dr. Tom Flanagan joins Candice Malcolm to walk through the latest developments in the residential-school narrative since 2023 — including the intense backlash in Quesnel, B.C., where activists attempted to force the mayor to resign after his wife purchased copies of Grave Error for friends.

Flanagan explains how incidents like Quesnel, new unproven “discoveries,” and ongoing disciplinary cases — such as the firing of B.C. teacher Jim McMurtry for presenting historical facts — show how deeply the original Kamloops claim has shaped political and cultural institutions, even after the band itself later revised the claim to “soil anomalies.”

Dead Wrong brings together 18 researchers to document how the narrative spread, how it hardened into orthodoxy inside media and government, and how it continues to influence debates across Canada, including new Aboriginal title rulings in British Columbia.

The book is available now on Amazon and at JunoNews.com.

Then it was two videos from Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel:

• Candace Cancels Her Show After White House, US Intel Agencies Confirm Assassination Plot Information (10:25) Published yesterday

• W.V. National Guard member critically injured in violent DC ambush identified (2:50) Published earlier today

West Virginia National Guard member critically injured in violent DC ambush identified as Sarah Beckstrom

Switching gears, I next tuned in Bosch ─ episode 10 ("Everybody Counts") of season two.

And we finished up with a documentary that did not get completely watched because my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further rest.

I had already breakfasted. I knew he had no beer here, so I wanted to waste no time catching my nap so that I could possibly ride along with him to restock.

It is possible I was back to bed by noon, but I must have been wiped out, for it was well past 2 p.m. when I roused and reluctantly hauled myself out of bed.

Not only had my brother already gone and replenished his stock with a two-dozen box of beer, he was gone again on foot to bus off and go social drinking.

So for a third consecutive evening I shall have to make do with the sipping of some hard liquor as I watch a few shows here on my bedside computer. This morning I remembered to fetch my drink from a cabinet downstairs in the living room ─ a 750-ml (25.3605 ozs) bottle of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol).

I hate to have to open it, for I think that it may have been a Christmas gift from my stepsons last year ─ if not an even older gift for my birthday or even the Christmas before that. Thus, it has been ageing.

Anyway, after my nap I was downstairs awaiting the boiling of water for my day's second mug of hot instant coffee when my wife paid a surprise visit. It may not have yet been quite 2:30 p.m., but she was to have to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was no home much over a half hour ─ if that.

I was to have some light exercising in her vacant bedroom a little later. And now at 6:12 p.m. I have had a very light supper, so it is time now for a Christmas movie.

I shall finish up this post later this evening.

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My movie choice was 2018's It's Christmas, Eve.

I was fairly neutral about it until ... I don't know ... maybe as much as halfway through? And then the dam burst and I became a weeper.

Of course I'm familiar with LeAnn Rimes, so it was very nice having her in a movie. Young actress Eden Summer Gilmore was a pure heart-stealer. It was clear to me that this one is going to be a beaut when full womanhood strikes!

My source was this MovieZone.tv link, and I still had maybe a third of the second shot of brandy I poured myself.

The movie ended a little before 7:50 p.m., and although I could not see anyone downstairs, I suspected that both Bev and my brother were sitting out of sight at the dining table, watching T.V. from there.

My second show was A Gifted Man ─ episode five ("In Case of Loss of Control") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

It was a very interesting episode, but so removed from anything I know that I just can't identify ─ no emotional involvement, just interest. Still, I drank another shot or so of bourbon.

And I seem to have been wrong about my brother having returned home. The episode was over well before 9 p.m., but Bev seemed by herself watching T.V. 

He was definitely home by the time my last show ended shortly ahead of 9:55 p.m.

This is the longest amount of evening T.V. that I believe I have yet watched since Bev moved in with us late last February. Normally my third and final show would be a sitcom, but I went for Legacies ─ episode nine ("What Was Hope Doing in Your Dreams?") of the first season.

Certainly it had more excitement, I suppose, than did A Gifted Man; but the only time I became emotionally engaged was during character Hope's two fight scenes ─ sue me that even at my age I find something like that sexy!

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link, and I reckon I went through 3½ shots of bourbon at a minimum over the entire evening.

I still must brush my teeth and clear up some tasks here on my computer before bed, but I may as well deem this post complete and publish it now at 10:13 p.m. My plan is to rise at 6 a.m. tomorrow and potentially do some early shopping at either a food store or a private liquor store ─ both open at 8 a.m. However, it is so difficult for me to brave the busy morning when I hobble like I do now, and if the morning is bright and clear. I need deepest gloom or even storm.

No doubt I will also need reasonably good sleep.

But dang, I would sure appreciate having a supply of beer.

A Pilot Uplift

Although I failed to get to bed last evening by 10 p.m., I was still unable to sleep until my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm set to get me up for my outing to the nearby elementary school playground.

I used the toilet around 2 a.m. (my youngest stepson was still up) and tried for a little further sleep; but when it was futile and I checked the time around 2:49 a.m., I of course rose then. Fortunately I did not feel any worse than I would have had I slept.

As I slowly readied, but also spent time here at my bedside computer, a text arrived from my youngest stepson at 3:32 a.m. saying that he would transfer a contribution tomorrow to go towards the mortgage, and he also said that there were some takeout chicken and fries downstairs in the kitchen for me.

I am certain that I had heard it very lightly raining, but I was going to hobble to the playground anyway.

When I left, it was raining just enough to prevent anything from drying off.

As I proceeded through the short alleyway beside our house that connects our cul-de-sac with a main avenue ─ the alley is blocked with concrete Jersey barriers at our end preventing vehicular traffic from using it, and has three right angle turns to it ─ at the last stretch was a car creeping about suspiciously. The driver may have driven in thinking that he could use the alley; but whatever the case, the car had turned around and could have left, but it was just sitting there with engine running and lights on as I approached.

I hate 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 like this ─ I want my damned privacy! But I had to walk that final stretch of the alleyway with the car's headlights fully spotlighting me from behind, completely robbing me of my anonymity.

As I hobbled towards the main avenue, the headlights had illuminated an owl fluttering about at the mouth of the alleyway, and then it rose up and was sitting on the powerlines just above the sidewalk on that side of the avenue. I was to have to hobble right beneath the bird. I did so as if I was unaware of its presence. Happily, I had on a baseball-style cap with a long bill (or visor or peak), so I was only slightly uneasy about the owl being the cranky sort that might have swooped down at my shaven scalp.

Anyway, at the school I could not wipe the monkey bar dry for long that I would be using for pull-ups and chin-ups, but that isn't of much importance anymore due to how few repetitions I am capable of in my enfeebled old age.

I had weighed myself before leaving so that I would know my fully clothed body weight, so I was working with a total of 190 pounds (incidentally, stripped fully naked yesterday afternoon for a bath, I was barely a sliver under 180 pounds).

Opening with a set of pull-ups, I only managed three, and so I had two more sets of just one pull-up in each. Then it was two sets of chin-ups with two repetitions in each; and the same for two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings, but those took all I had and were not exemplary.

Then back at the monkey bar, I think I only held a dead hang for a 40-count.

And after going over to the nearby metal ramp, to manage 10 full-range decline push-ups, I probably had to rest with arms straightened out for as long as 10 seconds to complete each of the final three of those.

Upon hobbling back home, I believe that it was around 6:21 a.m. before I returned to bed. My youngest stepson was still up.

I never remained in bed quite two hours, correctly expecting that my younger brother was likely downstairs watching T.V news. Nevertheless, I waited until maybe 9:15 a.m. before joining him, and by then he was ready to invite me to operate our Android TV Box.

The first video I tuned in was 25 minutes (25:50) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK challenge: "Manufacturing Consent, The Psychological Assault on Canadians, with John Carpay.

Manufacturing Consent
https://www.jccf.ca/new-report-warns-...

In this interview, we dig into Manufacturing Consent—Canadian-style. For more than a decade, the Government of Canada has quietly built a behavioural-influence machine inside the Privy Council Office: the Impact and Innovation Unit (IIU). Modelled after the U.K.’s Behavioural Insights Team, this unit tests psychological messaging, nudges public reactions, and helps steer Canadians toward “acceptable” opinions on everything from climate policy to Covid mandates.

We break down how these tactics work, why you’ve never heard about them, and what it means for democracy, free speech, and informed consent in Canada. If you want to understand how governments shape narratives without ever passing a law, this interview is a must-watch.

My next video choice exceeded an hour (1:11:58) and was published November 25 to Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: Farmers Protest - Pit Stop Rally.

A convoy from Hope BC headed to a rally at Vancouver's Kitsilano Beach (Nov. 22/25) in protest of the recent brutal and senseless killing, by the CFIA (Canadian Food Inspection Agency), of over 300 ostriches in Edgewood, B.C.

Our final video was what remained after we had watched 28 minutes of an old movie yesterday ─ 1959's The World, the Flesh and the Devil.

My source had been published February 19, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: The World, The Flesh And The Devil 1959.

I'm sure my brother and I must have seen the movie at some point (we're both in our 70s), but neither of us could recall it specifically.

The two major problems for us concerning its realism is the absence of any bodies. And the ending ─ are we to assume the three go off and start their own tribe with Inger Steven's character sharing the two men as her mates?

I recall Inger Stevens to some degree, but I was surprised to read that she died at the age of 35, supposedly from barbiturate poisoning, although this has always seemed a tad mysterious.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest at the movie's conclusion. I had eaten the food my youngest stepson had left me, doing so right after I was back from my ¾-mile round trip hobble to the school playground for exercise there. The fare was a boxed meal for one from Popeyes. It comprised a crispy piece of chicken (likely a thigh section), a fair amount of French fries, and two baking soda-style biscuits.

It was amazingly filling!

So I was able to seek my early afternoon nap during the first half of the noon hour, and was abed until maybe 1:30 p.m., only reluctantly rising because I had missed out the two previous days on the usual light exercising I try to engage when my wife's bedroom is available (she did not come home last night). I don't use the blinding electric light; so due to how early it gets dark now ─ 4:30 p.m. is impossible, and even 4 p.m. is pushing matters ─ I wanted time for my day's second mug of hot instant coffee before the exercise.

All has gone according to plan. As I type these words at 6:36 p.m., I have even had a rather filling supper ─ the last of fare my wife had previously brought home from the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

For the second consecutive evening now I am without any beer, so I am going to watch a Christmas movie while sipping Jack Daniels Black Extra-Aged Bourbon ─ I think I have maybe two shots of the stuff remaining in the bottle.

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My choice was 2018's Marrying Father Christmas. First, though, when I realized that it was the third in a trilogy of Father Christmas movies, I had to research to ensure that I had in previous years watched the first two ─ and I had.

I adore lead actress Erin Krakow! That gorgeous long chin of hers, and that 'mouthful of teeth' ─ she is uniquely beautiful to me.

And I just watched another Christmas movie of hers two days ago!

I have to complain about my movie sources, though. I tried a few, and they all seemed to use the same primary source, for each of them would occasionally buffer for maybe a second and then jump ahead by a few seconds. It didn't happen often, but enough to sometimes be annoying when conversations were occurring. It happened twice when the couple were making their marriage vows during their wedding.

My ultimate source was this MovieZone.tv link. Each of the sources I tried indicated the movie length to be barely shy of an hour and 24 minutes, whereas IMDb lists the movie as being an hour and 27 minutes, leaving me to conclude that those buffering stutters wiped out about four minutes of the movie in total.

I had a little difficulty holding myself to just a shot of bourbon, but all else I have on hand here in my bedroom is a 2020 bottle of a Wayne Gretzky (Wayne Gretzky Estates) red wine. It seems criminal to be drinking that down entirely on my own instead of sharing it with someone.

When I tuned in my second and final show, it was so darned good I could barely fight back the urge to open the wine. The show was the "Pilot" episode of Stargirl ─ I loved it! Looks like actress Brec Bassinger is now within the huge scope of actresses I am a fan of for one reason or another.

This show deeply touched me more than did Marrying Father Christmas. I have always wanted to be a hero.

My video source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Right now it is 10:53 p.m., and I will not be setting my cellphone alarm for any earlier than 6 a.m. when I get to bed ─ and I hope that's no later than 11:30 p.m. We'll see. I still have to brush my teeth and wrap up a few things here on my computer.

Into Oblivion

Due to the usual difficulty of sleeping during the latter couple or so hours of my night, when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed to get me up, I felt lousy and definitely needed a mug of hot instant coffee with the works to wash down an aspirin.

And of course my youngest stepson was up, once again having stayed that way all night long so he can waste away another day in bed and not seek to try and gain steady employment.

At least I did have my early visit for a token tool shed exercise session: two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2-1 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the thick sides of the metal ladder I have to use (1-1 rep), holding the dead hang of that final pull-up for possibly a mere 35-count due to constant slippage.

As well, I used the two hanging ladder apparatus to challenge my damaged right knee with four sets of assisted partial one-legged squats held for a 50-count. (I do my left leg as well, but for a 40-count since the only assistance I need from the two ladders is to help me keep my balance.)

I did the 31 full flat-footed squats in the house, holding the final one in the deep squat for a 100-count.

My wife never came home last night (I was to prove this when I hauled the garbage wheelie bin out to curbside for today's collection and saw her car was absent).

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom ... possibly around 8:40 a.m.

I joined him soon past 9 a.m., although for 15 minutes prior I had to lie in bed in darkness because I was so desirous of sleep that I felt like going back into bed and dispensing with morning T.V. But morning access is all I have now that Bev lives here.

After my brother green-lighted me to start operating our Android TV Box, I led off with an eight minute (8:41) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Toronto Unfiltered channel: Is the World Facing a Global Immigration Fatigue Crisis?

Immigration is a hot topic everywhere—but what happens when the world starts to feel overwhelmed? 🌍 ‘Is the World Facing a Global Immigration Fatigue Crisis?'. 
From social tension to stretched resources, we explore the realities that no one is talking about.

Then it was a 35-minute (35:36) video published earlier today to BitChute's NEM721 channel: Erika Kirk Finally Speaks Out… Massive Food Scandal… And Trump Drops Alien Truths.

Next up was Chicago P.D. ─ episode 17 ("Out of the Depths") of season 10.

And that was followed by a 16-minute (16:39) video uploaded September 4, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: The WILD Story of How Crazy Horse EARNED His Name.

“[Crazy Horse was] the bravest man I ever saw. He rode closest to the soldiers, yelling to his warriors. All the soldiers were shooting at him, but he was never hit."
~ Waterman, an Arapaho Warrior

Crazy Horse is one of the best known Native Americans in history. He was a highly accomplished War Chief as part of the Oglala Lakota and was there during the War for the Black Hills in 1876. He was even one of the Leaders for the Lakota against Custer in the Battle of Little BigHorn. But he was always known as Crazy Horse. As a child he went by “Curly” or “Light Hair.” He had to earn his name through a rite of passage. This is that story. The story of how the Great Lakota War Chief became Crazy Horse.

We finished up with an old black & white movie that we had to suspend at nearly the half hour mark ─ I will report on it when we have completed watching it.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, I heated up a filling meal comprised of some of my wife's culinary fare, and ate it here at my bedside computer. I still had not sought a needed nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom, but I took that as my cue and was possibly in the sack by 1:30 p.m.

I was to remain there until 3:30 p.m., and desired to stay put, but I knew it would adversely affect my night's sleep.

There probably would have been no light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom even if it had not gotten too dark by the time I felt ready to handle it, for today was a bath day, and that takes too darned near an hour, all told.

That bath is behind me now, as is a supper. I have no beer to watch a show or two with here on my bedside computer, so I am going to see if I can make do with just slowly sipping some Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged Bourbon (43% alcohol).

I want to get up at 3 a.m. for an outing for some exercise at the nearby elementary school playground, thus this cannot be a late evening. Right now it is 7:02 p.m., so I am going to break from this post and return in a while to finish up.

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I watched Superman & Lois ─ episode eight ("Into Oblivion") of season two. I did better at making the sipping extend than I imagined I would ─ I haven't quite finished the large shot I had poured.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The episode was good, for sure; but I am already fed up with looking at cult leader Ally's smug, arrogant features. Someone punch that face into oblivion and let's move on!

I chose to risk another show, so I tuned in Krypton ─ episode seven ("Zods and Monsters") of season two. It is quite possible that I enjoyed this episode more than that of Superman & Lois ─ I never expected to be saying anything of the sort.

My source this time was a uFLIX.to link. And a second shot of bourbon was perfectly adequate.

I think my brother got back home from his daily social drinking around the latter part of Superman & Lois.

I want to try hard to be in bed by 10 p.m., but I still must brush my teeth and finish up whatever I have left undone here on my computer before restarting it.

Right now it is 9:31 p.m. and I wish myself the best success in the coming early a.m.

Pauline the Cougar

The planned early morning visit to the private liquor store a half mile from here was not to occur.

I had gone to bed with worry about my financial situation. I am not going to present the details, but it's bleak. So my conscience was having difficulty justifying the liquor store visit.

Even so, I kept my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. to get me up (the store opens at 8 a.m.).

Then during the night I found myself into a wakeful period. I visited the toilet, then at returning to bed I peeked at the time ─ it was 2:47 a.m. Plenty of time yet until 6 a.m.

But upon seeking sleep, I could not escape the resurrected profound worrying. When 15 or so minutes later the dawning struck me that I might be laying there sleepless for a long while, it occurred to me that I ought instead rise and hobble the ¾-mile round trip to the elementary school playground for some exercising there. After all, I felt very awake, and it was last Friday early a.m. when I most recently visited the playground.

I would abandon the liquor store visit. At 8 a.m. on a weekday, commuters would be everywhere, as well as school kids. Better such a visit be attempted on the weekend early morning when such populations are vastly reduced. Meantime, I can just drink up whatever alcohol I have to hand.

I wasted no time in readying here in my bedroom with the door still closed.

I felt that I should visit the bathroom one last time ... but then I heard my infernal youngest stepson come trotting up the stairs and past my bedroom door to take occupation.

And soon, he was showering ─ and this was absolutely infuriating.

He hardly seems to work anymore, and at most only contributes $350 towards the mortgage ─ that's a damned cheap rent. Yet daily he drinks Tim Hortons coffees and is constantly eating take-out fare from there and elsewhere. In addition, he keeps having packages get delivered, so he has money to make purchases that I cannot do because my income is exhausted keeping up with the mortgage every two weeks.

Now that shower. What was so bloody infuriating is that it was his fourth effing shower in less than 24 hours! He had one around 6:30 or 7 a.m. yesterday; then one around 4:30 or 4:45 p.m. when he finally got up that day. He was to head off somewhere for a few hours, and returned late last evening after my wife was home from work, and then he showered again!

And each one has the potential to deny me use of the toilet. Somehow, he has an amazing knack for choosing to take occupation just when I am developing need for relief, or already requiring it. For me to use the toilet in his den area requires a careful and slow hobble down maybe nine steps of a stairway, and then three more steps of another short stairway leading down to the lowermost part of the house. My damaged right knee requires that I place both feet on each step before moving down to the next one, so having to use that damned out of the way toilet is a bloody nuisance and takes time and effort.  

I was just about livid that I was required to have to do this yet again.

Anyway, I got relief in the toilet in his den area downstairs before I headed off on my hobble over to the school.

It was not raining, but everything was wet from earlier rains. I was in betwixt storms.

At the school I wiped dry a monkey bar and the half-rings that I use for pull-ups and chin-ups, then set about doing what I could while wearing my three-pound denim jacket. I had not weighed myself whilst fully clothed like I was, but I have recently been as much as 190 pounds. Since I had only eaten once yesterday, I figured that I was possibly down to 187 or 188 pounds.

I managed four pull-ups in the first of two sets, then only managed two repetitions in each of the following sets ─ so two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of the half-rings. Honestly, I was unsure if I would be able to get in the final half-rings pull-up, for none of them were as complete as I like.

There is always a 30-count between sets; and then after a final 30-count, I held a dead hang for a 50-count before heading over to a nearby metal ramp for 10 extremely difficult and slow full-range decline push-ups.

Then came the slow hobble back home.

My stepson had retired by the time I was back.

It may have been as much as 6:15 a.m. before I returned to bed, rising again just over two hours later. My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until barely ahead of 9 a.m.

I gave him about 15 minutes before going downstairs to join him, by which time he was set to have me start operating our Android TV Box.

The first video I tuned in was 14 minutes (14:07) and had been published November 6 to Rumble's TommyRobinsonOfficial channel: UNLAWFUL! Our Police Force, Our Government, Out State - Corruption On A National Scale.

My summary of the unlawful, slanderous, untrue allegations against me that I an now acquitted of. How the state weaponised the law to tarnish my name and my reputation with the end goal of removing my freedom once more.

Then I gave an hour-long video published earlier this morning to Rumble's Sunfellow On COVID-19 channel: Dr. Ellie Phillips: Kiss Your Dentist Goodbye (The Complete Mouth Care System).

Dr. Ellie Phillips writes:

"My Complete Mouth Care System. Developed over decades from experience as a dentist for over 40 years and being tired of seeing people suffer with oral health problems. I decided to create a mouth care system that would stop oral health problems, prevent and reverse gum recession, plaque, cavities and create clean, white and healthy teeth. This video will go into detail about every step of the Complete Mouth Care System, how it works and why it is important to follow."

Original YouTube video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXZbmz6kBUU

Dr. Ellie Phillips Website:
https://drellie.com/

I was almost sure that my brother would request abandoning the video before we got through it, but he did not.

Did we only watch one further video? Perhaps. If so, it was 48 minutes (48:54) and had been published July 24, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: The Truth of Troy.

A 2004 BBC History Documentary hosted by Jack Fortunes.

It's one of the greatest stories ever told. The legend of Helen of Troy has enchanted audiences for the last three thousand years. But is there any reality to the myth? 

Horizon has unprecedented access to the scientist with the answers. Since 1988 Professor Manfred Korfmann has been excavating the site of Troy. He has never before spoken at this length. He has made amazing discoveries - how large the city was, how well it was defended and, crucially, that there was once a great battle there at precisely the time that experts believe the Trojan war occurred. But who had attacked the city and why? Horizon then follows a trail of clues - the ancient tablets written by a lost civilisation, the sunken ship rich in treasure, and the magnificent golden masks and bronze swords of a warrior people. The film reaches its climax in a tunnel deep beneath Troy, where Korfmann has made a discovery that may reveal, once and for all, the truth behind the myth. The story that emerges is one of great passion - but not, it seems, about love.

Afterwards, my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I heated up a hearty feed of items my wife had provided ─ either cooked by herself, or brought home from the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

She had another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom fairly soon after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her rather long drive probably a bit past 10 a.m. 

Anyway, I still had not sought my nap after my brother emerged from his bedroom to join Bev this early afternoon, and then she herself returned to their bedroom to ready, and the pair thereafter left here after 2 p.m. to probably go to Walmart.

It dawned upon me that my afternoon was approaching the midway, and I needed to have that nap. Unfortunately, it was to cost me the usual light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom because when the nap was done, I needed my day's second mug of hot instant coffee to perk up with.

When the drink was had, it had grown too dark to use my wife's bedroom ─ I won't get into that again, but I only exercise there when there is sufficient natural light from outside, and that was pretty much lost to me.

Right now it is 6 p.m. and I am feeling quite down ─ in fact, my eyes began to burn with tears when I was making that admission. Time for a couple of shows here on my bedside computer, and some drink.

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My first choice was risking a Christmas movie ─ I would be eating a light supper during its beginning, and then making do with my last can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The movie was 2018's When Calls the Heart: The Greatest Christmas Blessing (alternately titled When Calls the Heart: The Greatest Christmas Wish). The movie is actually a Christmas special of the T.V. series When Calls the Heart.

I have never been sufficiently tempted to follow the T.V. series, but this is the fourth such special, and I may have watched them all. I found and watched it at this VK.com link.

I enjoy the unusually beautiful features of actress Erin Krakow. I love her long chin and very toothy smile.

The movie hit me harder than have a number of recent Christmas movies that I have watched, so I did a fair amount of weeping ─ and wishing that my life had been different or could be different, for I accept that I will be destroyed for the failure that I am.

I think that the movie ended around 7:50 p.m., just as my brother was entering the house following his public transit so he could be forth social drinking somewhere this afternoon.

Next on my list of something to be watched was ─ to my great disappointment ─ The Flash. This time, episode five ("The Mask of the Red Death, Part 2") of season nine.

I am so done with this bloody deafening series filled with Barry Allen's episode after episode of sermonizing on how everyone has good within them, and thus all life is precious.

That is stinking rot, and I'm so fed up with being subjected to it.

At least this is the final season of the series.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. I had poured myself a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol), and have nearly half of it left ─ surprisingly. But I have exhausted the four-litre box now.

I finished up the goon with a most enjoyable episode of Blue Mountain State ─ episode six ("The Drug Olympics") of the first season.

The scene where the bullying and brawny team captain was high on drugs and running in hysterical fear from the armless girl was so hilarious that I was laughing aloud.

Oh, to be young.

I wanted to learn who the "cougar" actress was that allowed the virgin Black character to finally have sex, 'cause she looked to have a grand pair of legs.

To my regret, I discovered that actress Chantal Quesnelle died in 2023 at or around the age of 53 or 54. The best and still murky explanation for her too-early death was this:

Chantal Quesnel passed away in 2023, though the exact date has not been publicly disclosed. She was a Canadian actress based in Canada, and her death is presumed to have occurred there, consistent with her lifelong residence in the country. The cause of death remains undisclosed, with no public reports detailing any illness, accident, or other circumstances. Her passing was noted through industry databases such as IMDb, which updated her profile to reflect the 2023 death without further elaboration. At the time, Quesnel had no major ongoing projects, as her final credited role was in the 2016 television film I'll Be Home for Christmas.

Oh, such a shame. I would have loved to have known her.

My episode source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

I'm feeling rather pleasantly lit, primarily to the wine and the comedy. I must yet brush my teeth and start wrapping up things I have going on her on my computer, and then get to bed. I have no plans for the morning other than to rise at 6 a.m. to best ensure that I will have a token exercise session out in the backyard tool shed ere morning T.V. with my brother.

Right now it is 11:27 p.m.

Lose Some, Lose Some More

I should not have watched a third show last evening ─ it kept me up later than was wise, as it turned out. When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, I was ridiculously short on needed sleep, so I cancelled the alarm and called off my intended outing to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercise there.

I reset the alarm for 6 a.m. to ensure that I would at least have some backyard tool shed token exercising; and so it was to be, though I did not go out there until at least 7:30 a.m. My youngest stepson had stayed up all night doing nothing but farting around on his computer, wasting his life; he never went to bed until after 7 a.m. and will have remained there the entirety of the daylight hours.

In the tool shed's six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I only ever managed one repetition per set; and I only held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a possible 35-count because I was disheartened by how my hands were slowly slipping from overtop the two thick bars they were cupped over.

But at least I had a decent go at building strength and ability in my damaged right knee's atrophied quadriceps muscles. As I have been doing of late, I stand between the two ladder apparatus and holding onto a rung in each, I sustain a one-legged crouch or semi-squat for a 50-count.

There are four such attempts, each of which is immediately preceded by a semi-squat with my haler leg that only requires me to occasionally use a ladder to maintain my balance. I only do those for a 40-count, since I am not seeking that leg's development; but by the same token, I don't want to entirely ignore it.

Then I finish with the usual 31 full flat-footed squats using both legs, and holding the squat posture of the final squat for a 100-count before rising.

It was cold out there this morning! Everything was wet, but it felt like things should have been frozen.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom no later than 8:30 a.m., I would venture. A little past 9 a.m. I joined him downstairs for some morning T.V., and he was quick to offer that I put our Android TV Box into action.

We gave two long videos a shot. My brother fast got bored with the first because the host was solo and thus just kept talking about that fact. We watched the second video far longer, but ultimately my brother wanted out of that one as well.

Meantime, my wife had a full workday and thus rose shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and ready, and was away on her rather long drive soon past 10 a.m.

The third video my brother and I were engaged by was of course very interesting, for it was Chicago Fire ─ episode 16 ("Acting Up") of season 11.

Quite early into it my brother got a cellphone call that was not too long, But towards the end of the excellent episode he wordlessly went upstairs for what seemed as long as 10 minutes, by which time the episode had finished and I was awaiting his return before playing anything new.

It was then ─ 10:30 a.m. ─ that he announced that he had to go somewhere and hoped that it would not be for long.

So I cooked myself up a heavy breakfast that has remained with me ─ so much so that when I was having a light exercise session around 4 p.m. or soon after in my wife's vacant bedroom, I found myself inhibited by what I could do as a result of the system load. At least I worked my bad right leg again ─ that is always important.

My brother was to be away for about two hours at minimum, so there was to be no further morning T.V. He pretty much went directly to his bedroom for some more rest. I cannot recall certainly now, but I may not have returned to my own bed until early into the noon hour where I remained until most reluctantly I rose just past 2 p.m.

It felt so good being there that I knew I could sleep even longer if I tried, but I dared not. My brother was by then up once more, but he soon left Bev watching T.V. and headed out for a bus so he could begin his usual daily social drinking.

There was a long while today when it was raining heavily, but the afternoon did settle down. I had heard yesterday morning that it was not to be raining until Tuesday, I thought. I am hoping that it will be raining come the morning because after I drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) this evening, I will only have one left in my nearly exhausted supply. Consequently, I hope I can find it within me to visit the local Berezan liquor store about a half mile away after its 8 a.m. opening.

I hate going anywhere during the week, but if it is seriously raining I may find some encouragement.

With that explained, it is now 5:18 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging for awhile so that I can drink those two cans of beer while watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer.

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The first show I tuned in was The Carrie Diaries ─ the premiere episode ("Win Some, Lose Some") of season two. I absolutely love the new character "Samantha Jones" ─ or at least, actress Lindsey Gort who is portraying her.

Great legs on that young woman!

I was extremely pleased with my source for the episode until the final three or so minutes, then this GOOJARA.to link started buffering every few seconds for longer than it would play. So just to watch the final bit without the infuriation, I did so at this CineGo.tv link.

The episode ended before it was yet 7 p.m. It had begun raining since after nightfall, and at times was coming down hard ─ so maybe a good portent for the morning liquor store hobble?

As yet my brother was not back.

When my next show was done around 8:10 p.m., I saw that he was home downstairs with Bev, and passed out in the dark living room where only she was watching the T.V. This is the retirement life he worked decades to achieve, I guess.

The show I watched was Wynonna Earp ─ episode eight ("Hell Raisin' Good Time") of season four. I wanted to watch actress Melanie Scrofano in the entire episode dressed as the hot pig-tailed school girl ─ those thighs in that short skirt were phenomenally alluring.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link that played without any issues.

I have not been feeling at all well ─ if I had a lesser constitution, I would be distinctly nauseous. I am sure that heavy late-morning breakfast is the fault. I've eaten nothing since, apart from an afternoon mug of hot instant coffee with the works and the two cans of evening beer. The beer has not been at all welcome in my system.

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Following composing the preceding, I got involved in considerable research for a Facebook post, and then I brushed my teeth for maybe 15 minutes or so. Meantime, my wife arrived home.

At present it is 10:26 p.m.

I have a few further things to do here at my computer, and then I reckon I will just go to bed. I did begin feeling more stable internally ─ whatever was amiss from my earlier meal settled down. But I'll not eat anything this evening.

I hope I sleep well for a change ─ that is, long or at least with the shortest of breaks. My cellphone alarm will be set for 6 a.m.

😈The Dead👹

Ever the accursed fool, I never got to bed last night until after 12:30 a.m.; but at least I kept my cellphone alarm for the targeted rising of 6 a.m., and did not feel any worse for getting to bed later than planned.

I never heard my wife come home last night, although she did.

I wanted to get out to do some early grocery shopping after No Frills opened at 8 a.m., but I got away a little more after that hour than I liked in view of how lame my right leg is and how much I detest being public ─ especially on clear-sky mornings like this one was.

My two tote bags had been rolled up together and tied tight with a shoelace, and I wanted to make a point of not forgetting the darned thing when I was packing up my purchases.

Well, I got home and realized that the shoelace was not with me. It was one of a high-quality pair, and now the other one is useless except for also using as a tie ─ damn me!

When I did get home from that shopping, I was a bit surprised that my younger brother had not yet come downstairs to watch morning news on T.V. When after 9 a.m. he still had not done so, upon hearing him stirring about around 9:10 a.m., I hustled downstairs to have control of the T.V. in order to begin straight off operating our Android TV Box.

Upon joining me, he announced that at 10 a.m. he planned to watch an NFL game. Consequently we were to only watch one video. It was a 12-minute (12:37) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: And the People Said FU*K the CFIA! Vancouver Protesters Speak Out on Canada’s Shame.

Our dear Anita can be quite the 'rabble rouser' ─ this was a fabulous watch!

I watched T.V. with my brother until 10 a.m., and then heated up a breakfast that I ate here at my bedside computer. My wife had still not risen by 11:30 a.m., so I returned to bed for a needed nap.

It was a little after 2 p.m. when I next rose, and she was still shut up in her bedroom.

I heard my brother stirring about in his bedroom, but I don't know if he had taken a short rest or if he was just getting ready to face the day following having watched his game.

He emerged from his bedroom and passed by my open bedroom door as he went downstairs where Bev was watching T.V.

Then he apparently left. I thought maybe he had gone to catch a bus to take him off to begin his social drinking, but it developed that the sneaky prick had made a 'beer run' and also bought Bev a new four-litre box of the white wine she drinks.

I wanted to go with him when next he made that trip, but I had seen that he had around 13 cans remaining in the 24-pack he had open, so I didn't anticipate he would be making any such trip until probably tomorrow.

I only have five cans of beer on hand ─ I cannot wait three or so days until his next drive for beer, so I am going to have to visit the local private liquor store a half mile from here. Maybe I will put that off until Tuesday.

As for my wife, she finally emerged from her bedroom shortly before 3 p.m. to shower and start readying ─ evidently she had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

It sounded to me like she might have been throwing up before she showered, but I am not positive about that. Still, when she finally got all ready to go, she said nothing to me as she passed by my open bedroom door; and I never heard her speak to Bev downstairs. It was 3:16 p.m. when my wife headed out the front door on her fairly long drive. Her youngest son was not yet up from bed ─ she would have said something to him if he had been up.

Did she overdo the partying last night? Maybe.

Anyway, I soon had a light exercise session in her vacant bedroom; and at the start of the evening, a light supper.

Now it is time to take a blogging break so I can have a couple of beers while enjoying a couple of shows here on my bedside computer. I shall return in a while to complete this post.

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My first selection was The Guardian ─ episode three ("The Dead") of season two. I truly enjoyed seeing this role of Farrah Fawcett ─ a very attractive 'plain Jane' working as a waitress while supporting a young 'tweenage' daughter. It's also interesting seeing AJ Michalka as that daughter. And actress Katherine LaNasa as the current love interest of "Nick Fallin" is sheer icing.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The show ended at 7:30 p.m., and I had about finished a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). As yet my brother was not back from his social drinking.

Next I tuned in Midnight, Texas ─ episode four ("I Put a Spell on You") of season two. The episode was vaguely familiar. My brother and I used to follow the series several years ago, but I never recorded where we left off. Fortunately the women make re-watching a treat. I'd completely forgotten about actress Jaime Ray Newman, and how phenomenally hot this woman is!

My source was another GOOJARA.to link, and the episode ended a few minutes ahead of 9 p.m. No brother home yet, unless he is passed out downstairs.

I want to rise at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the nearby elementary school playground, but I wanted a little more drink because it was just a tad too early for bed.

And hence I tuned in Kevin from Work ─ episode six ("Birthday from Work") of the only season ─ while putting away maybe a shot of Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged bourbon (43% alcohol).

My source this time was this OneGo.tv link.

Heck, and my wife showed up just ahead of 10 p.m.

I've got to call it quite for my sake and that 3 a.m. cellphone alarm. Right now it is 10:07 p.m., and I still have a few things to take care of ere bed.

Under His Seemingly Oblivious Eye

The usual great difficulty sleeping through the latter couple or so hours of my night preceded the sounding of my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. I rose with the intention of doing some shopping when the store a half mile off opened at 8 a.m., but it was not to be.

Although the morning could have not been more ideal, for it was lightly raining, I was to be thwarted by the emergence at 7:35 a.m. by my younger brother from his bedroom for the morning.

Initially I was close to furious, for it is not a normal thing for me to shop on a Saturday, so his intrusion easily flummoxed my plan ─ I immediately knew if was over for me.

Still, anon I decided to have the backyard tool shed exercises I did not expect to be having ─ in fact, after having missed out on ─ specifically ─ pull-ups and chin-ups yesterday because I failed to get away to the nearby elementary school playground, I had thought that these exercises were not to have a part of my morning until Monday.

I surprised myself out there. I have had recent mornings where each of the six sets only contained one repetition apiece. But this time my repetitions were as follows: two sets of pull-ups (3-1); two sets of chin-ups (2-2); and two sets of pull-ups between the thick bars (1-1), and I held the final one's descent for a 50-count, only quitting because my hands were threatening to slide from overtop the bars and the drop to the floor is a yard or so ─ too much for my damaged right knee.

Then I worked on that knee using the two hanging ladder apparatus by having four sets of partial one-legged squats, each set alternating my better left leg and then my damaged right. The left leg only needs some occasional help with my balance, so a 40-count is adequate. But my right leg is too weakened to sustain my weight, and thus I have to use my hands by gripping a rung in each of the ladder apparatus to sustain the leg's crooked partial squat posture, so I make a 50-count in compensation.

And then I finished up with the usual 31 full flat-footed (two-legged) squats, holding the full squat posture of the final squat for a 100-count before rising.

With all of that done I did feel better about myself and my morning. I even joined my brother almost and hour earlier than I usually do for T.V.

When he invited me to start operating our Android TV Box, we were to watch quite a lot, beginning with a 27-minute (27:40) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: FOIA Document Proves Canada Paid To PSYOP Canadians To NOT CARE About Covid Vax Deaths/Injuries.

CAUGHT Red Handed! FOIA'D Document PROVES Canadian Government DID Perform A Tax Funded PSYOP PRIOR To Post Marketing Safety Testing Being Finished For Covid Vax. This Specific PSYOP Was Performed To Make Canadian's Brains NOT CARE If They Found Out About Covid Vax Deaths And Disabilities- Must See Info! Also- Alberta To Use "Notwithstanding Clause" To Counter Youth
Genital Mutilation

That was followed with a 1⅓-hour (1:19:28) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Kim Iversen channel: Netanyahu Reveals Yep, Epstein Worked For Israel.

The Kim Iversen Show LIVE | November 21, 2025 Today we dig into the newly passed Epstein Files Act and why both parties seem terrified of real transparency. From Netanyahu amplifying Mossad rumors, to Trump’s ties with Jonathan Pollard, to Stacey Plaskett secretly texting Epstein during a congressional hearing — the cover-ups run deep. We also break down the controversial Union Station protest, Nick Fuentes’ surprising call to work with the left on Israel, and Elon Musk’s prediction that currency and work will soon be “optional."

Then I tuned in the last 20 or so minutes of the movie we had given sittings twice before ─ 1984's The Ratings Game. My source was uploaded on April 29, 2023, to YouTube's Janson TV - Free Movies & Shows: The Ratings Game (PG-13) | Full Movie Featuring Danny De Vito #comedy.

It was lame, but my brother and I enjoy seeing these relatively old acting stars. I was struck that actress Jayne Meadows had such a gorgeous-looking ample spread of alluring cleavage at the apparent age of 65! Was that real?

We also finished watching the series finale episode of The Rig. Some months back my source crapped out on us and would play no further than the 32-minute mark, so I went and downloaded it. Back then, my download source may have been this GOOJARA.to link, but I cannot remember certainly.

Our final two videos were two episodes of YouTube's The Why Files:

• The Science of Ancient Acoustic Levitation | How The Pyramids Were Built? (18:04) Uploaded March 25, 2021

• The Secret Room Inside Mount Rushmore and Other Little Known Facts (6:37) Uploaded April 16, 2021

The descriptions to these videos tend to be too extensive for me to care to reproduce, so refer to the video links to read the originals.

I hope I didn't omit anything.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest, and then early in the afternoon left to catch a bus to commence his daily social drinking.

I was napping when he left.

I had a fairly pleasant dream involving what may have been a Christmas office party at some location that seemed to blend a couple of different federal departments where I used to work, yet the building was unique in that it also seemed to possibly contain apartments or suites. Somehow even though I was retired, I still had contacts and connections.

Anyway, I was passed a smallish very docile monkey and informed that it likely needed to relieve itself, and that all I had to do was go forth onto a balcony that must have been close to ground level, for trees and shrubs were thick all around the place.

I had been told that I only needed to let go of the cuddly monkey I was cradling in a small blanket, and it would move off into the woods to do its thing, and then obediently return to me.

Darned if this was not so! It was a very trusting young creature that seemed to be most comfortable when cradled as I was doing. But I wanted to leave the place, yet I couldn't find anyone to turn the monkey over to, so I felt obliged to remain beyond when I had meant to leave.

Anon I was to discover that there were three other similar monkeys in the wooded area, only one of which was too timid to come near. I had some candies or something with me that the monkeys mainly enjoyed in sensible fashion ─ not like gluttons.

I don't know where the dream was headed, but around this point I became more conscious than asleep and was aware I had been dreaming, and so the fantasy ended with no actual finish.

My wife ─ who had apparently come home last night after I had gone to bed ─ had a full workday today, but never emerged from her bedroom until nearly 10 a.m., managing to shower and so forth and be on her rather long drive in the light rain within a half hour.

This happens to be a bath day for me, so I am going to break from blogging and take care of that chore now at 4:32 p.m.

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Stripped down for my bath, at very most I may have been 176 pounds, although it did seem that I might have been a hair below.

I had a rather filling supper soon after the bath ─ but it was my only meal today.

Then I tuned in a Christmas movie ─ 2018's The Holiday Calendar. My source was this RidoMovie.tv link after I quickly accepted that the OK.ru link I had first selected was offering poorer video quality.

The name of lead actress Kat Graham was unknown to me, but she definitely seemed familiar. I see now that it was probably because of the T.V. series The Vampire Diaries, but I wondered if maybe she so often resembled actress Nicole Beharie of Sleepy Hollow.

Kat is most definitely an unusual beauty! She made the movie worthwhile as far as I am concerned. So yes, I did enjoy it, though it wasn't quite the sort of Christmas movie I may have wanted ─ it wasn't as emotionally sappy as I seem to need in a Christmas movie.

I held myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and could hear my brother home and sneezing right towards the movie's conclusion, which may have been around 8:40 p.m. at latest.

I had another can of beer after that with The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode seven ("Under His Eye") of season three. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

I'm just about always reluctant to watch an episode of this dreary series. The triumphs are so slight compared to the ongoing oppression ─ my life sucks enough already, and I know far worse lies ahead.

And I have so far to go to get through the entire series.

That's enough blogging for today. I plan another attempt in the morning tomorrow to go shopping ─ at least it will be Sunday and not Saturday. I still have to brush my teeth and start finishing up a few things here on my computer before bed. Right now it is 10:19 p.m.

No Sleep Mad Women

Although I rose at 3 a.m. for my outing to the elementary school playground, it was not to take place. I became so immersed into Facebook posting that time ran away on me. All dressed to go, I went downstairs and then noticed the time ─ 4:23 a.m. Normally I am back home by about then.

I got so far as unlocking and opening the front door, and then the realization struck that I would be risking encountering the earliest of the morning work commuters while out there, and the thought was sufficiently demoralizing that I allowed defeat to take me over and call off the venture.

It was unthinkable to remain up until daylight to have some token backyard tool shed exercising, for I had not slept well during the final couple hours of my night, and had in fact visited the toiled a little ahead of 2 a.m. for urinary relief.

And thus it was that I was likely back in bed by 5:15 a.m. It is possible I remained there for in excess of three hours, at which point my younger brother was downstairs to drink coffee while watching T.V. news, and also occasionally breaking to tend to the laundry he was involved with. Fridays are his laundry days.

A little past 9 a.m. I joined him and was fairly quickly invited to begin operation of our Android TV Box, at which point I led us off with a 15-minute (15:10) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Now the CFIA are coming for the Peacocks + Global News scuttlebutt!

Then I chose an hour-long (1:04:58) video published yesterday to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Islam Must Be Stopped: No Sharia Law — With Tanya Gaw & Congressman Randy Fine Nov. 19, 2025.

Congressman Randy Fine, serving Florida’s 6th Congressional District, joined Tanya Gaw to discuss actions being taken in the United States to address the threat of Islam. Congressman Fine has been on the front lines battling radical ideologies, from Marxist incursions to bills that protect children from LGBTQ+ grooming and medical mutilation in Florida.
Recently, he introduced the groundbreaking No Sharia Act (H.R. 5512), a bipartisan-backed bill designed to make absolutely clear that Sharia law—or any foreign religious legal system—has no place in American courts, government agencies, or public institutions. As Congressman Fine boldly stated: “Let me be crystal clear: Sharia law has no place in the United States of America. We cannot and will not allow for foreign legal systems to undermine our Constitution.”

After that I tuned in the movie we had watched around 32 minutes of yesterday, but we never got to finish it ─ with maybe 20 minutes to go, my brother begged off so he could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I cooked up a good and quick breakfast that I ate here at my bedside computer, and before I was to bed for my early afternoon nap, my brother was to actually emerge again from his bedroom and leave afoot to catch a bus to take him social drinking. It was after 2 p.m. before I pursued that nap.

This was to negate my motivation for the usual light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, for by the time I resorted to it, the room had become too gloomy (I do not use the light in there). I lost heart, but at least I did have the four assisted partial one-legged stationary squats to challenge my damaged knee and the atrophied quadriceps at their attachment to it. Four sets of those for a 50-count each.

I have been finding myself considerably dispirited since my afternoon nap ─ I feel I have badly failed the day. Perhaps a Christmas movie can give me a boost ─ some alcohol as well.

It is presently 5:49 p.m. and I have the time for such a movie. I am hence going to break from blogging for now, and return to finish up in the latter evening.

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Even though I felt negative about my movie choice, it turned out to be a heart-warming and at times hilarious well-acted romp that I would happily watch again come Christmastime next month!

It was 2018's No Sleep 'Til Christmas. There are undoubtedly better quality sources, but I watched it at this OK.ru link, and managed to hold myself to a solitary can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I give this movie very high marks.

Lead actress Odette Annable was unknown to me, although she did seem familiar. Yet nothing about her acting credits makes that seem plausible. I wonder if it is because I could see a little of Arielle Kebbel in her expressions? Whatever the case, I sure became drawn to her.

The movie probably finished around 7:20 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back to keep Bev company watching T.V. downstairs.

My second show was Crisis ─ episode 11 ("Best Laid Plans") of the only season. And it was darned good. But I am sick of constantly seeing the mastermind villain ─ I want the prick dead.

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

The show did an excellent job of helping further divert me from my earlier low point, as likely did a second can of beer. And it may have brought me to at least 8:25 p.m., if not a little later. Still no presence of my brother to keep Bev with some company.

My final bit of entertainment was Whitney ─ episode 17 ("Mad Women") of the first season. It's a little difficult to find a decent source that plays without issue, but despite my doubt this Putlocker.tv link came through.

Whitney Cummings is truly hot, despite being très lean. Yet I never knew of her prior to coming across this series.

I suppose the episode ended around 9:25 p.m., and still my brother was away. And I had added a shot of Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged Bourbon (43% alcohol) to my evening's indulgence.

I hope to do some early grocery shopping tomorrow, so maybe a 6 a.m. setting of my cellphone alarm will do, for the store about a half mile distant doesn't open until 8 a.m. The weather may be gloomy, which is in my favour ─ there was considerable light rain at times today from what I could notice, so it would benefit my plans if this carried over to tomorrow morn.

I could watch more ─ it's early enough. But I am inclined to get my teeth-brushing out of the way, and then leisurely finish up whatever I have going on here on my computer.

Right now it is 10:02 p.m., so I am cutting out for today.