Anti-Hero

When I rose to my 5:30 a.m. cellphone alarm early today, I felt rather well slept ─ things looked promising where that early grocery shopping outing was concerned.

Heck, in fact I decided that I would even attempt the trip to a grocery store nigh a mile from here that opens at 7 a.m. so that I could best avoid being out too late into the morning. The more local store a half mile from here doesn't open until 8 a.m. ─ I could likely be home from the farther store by then instead of just leaving home.

So around 7:50 a.m. I set off ... but only walked into the alley beside our house. It was already daylight ─ the Sun just hadn't risen high enough above the horizon to be glaring onto me. The sky was blue ─ it was soon going to be a brilliant morning, and people would be everywhere.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't face having to hobble in the public for such a distance. I needed darkness ... or at least extreme gloom, if not rain.

Defeated, I surrendered everything and returned home.

Anon I had a slight resurrection of aspiration and thought that I might still manage the 8 a.m. store, so I bided time here at my bedside computer.

Alas, by maybe 7:45 a.m. the sunlight was already apparent, and the day seemed unattractively active out there from my perspective. I 𝑓𝘶𝑐𝘬𝑖𝘯𝑔 hate this bloody damned Daylight Saving Time that the government forced on us a week ago! What was a brilliant 9 a.m. previously in which I would never go anywhere, suddenly became a phony 8 a.m., effectively jailing me because of my abhorrence of being public without the anonymity and sense of privacy that murky mornings afford me.

Then as my resolve faded, suddenly my younger brother stirred in his bedroom and maybe as early as 7:50 a.m. emerged for the morning. I was sunk. I wouldn't even be exercising out in the backyard tool shed because my activities ─ whether leaving home to try and walk somewhere, or even exercise ─ are so personal and private to me that I lose all heart if that privacy is taken from me.

For the second weekend I was a prisoner of this house because of bloody sunny mornings, getting no shopping accomplished.

And so around 9 a.m. I went downstairs to join my brother for some morning T.V.

At his speedy invitation to have me put our Android TV Box to work, I first tuned in a fairly short video that we aborted for being too dull. My next choice was about 1½ hours (1:33:58) and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Man in America channel: Elon Says the Quiet Part Out Loud: AI Will RULE Humans, No More Money, BILLIONS of Robots.

Elon Musk just admitted what we’ve been warning about all along. In this explosive interview, investigative journalist Derrick Broze breaks down Musk’s plan for a world run by AI — where money is obsolete, robots outnumber humans, and “technocracy” replaces democracy. From military drones now spying on Americans to the global push for AI governance, we expose how Silicon Valley, Big Tech, and government are quietly merging to build the ultimate control grid.

Yesterday we had watched the first 55 minutes of a movie that I previously downloaded, so next we finished viewing it ─ 2018's The First Purge. And I now see that I was correct in identifying that a rather skinny young character ─ "Isaiah" ─ was played by an actor (Joivan Wade) who would subsequently pile on some brawn and become the cyborg character in the T.V. series Doom Patrol.

I no longer remember my download source for the movie, but it is possible that it was this OK.ru link.

These movies so far seem to turn out to be more involving than one might expect, for there is true 'good versus evil' in them in which ultimately good triumphs.

We got into one further movie, but its identification will have to wait until we finish watching it ─ as usual, my brother required his bed rest, for he would be busing away mid-afternoon for some social drinking.

By this time my wife had emerged from her bedroom and gotten busy in the kitchen. I took that as my cue to seek my needed nap.

She was to have to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and around 2:30 p.m. headed off on her fairly long drive ─ she even bade me a "Bye" as she headed past my bedroom door for the downstairs as I sat here at my bedside computer.

I could have had a light exercise session in her vacant bedroom a while later, but I foolishly believed that I might yet have it in me to brave a walk to the nearest grocery store after it got dark. But upon looking out my wife's open bedroom window late into the dying afternoon, even in the dark at 5:40 p.m. there was just too much activity out there ─ I would need rain to cut down on the likelihood of other people roaming about.

Right now at 5:43 p.m. I am going to pause from blogging and round up a very light supper. And then I am going to try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so I can enjoy as many cans (12 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I intend to be getting up no later than 3 a.m. for an outing that may see me walk the nigh mile to my financial institution's ATM so I can deposit my brother's smallish monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, and then exercise at the elementary school playground on my way back home.

With my accursed luck, that is when I am going to find it to be raining!

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My first selection ─ reluctantly ─ was The Flash. This time it was episode four ("The Mask of the Red Death, Part 1) of series final season nine. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It's going to be good to be done with all that ridiculous ear-busting noise, and the Flash's endless pontificating ─ I'm so sick of it. Evil people need to be destroyed.

My second and final choice was much more enjoyable: Superman & Lois ─ episode seven ("Anti-Hero") of season two. And again, my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

Rather too bad about the fate of the 'negative Superman' ─ wasn't he Bizarro in the old DC Comics back in the 1960s and 1970s?

Just two cans of beer were perfectly adequate for the evening.

My brother had not yet gotten home by the time The Flash ended, but he was here to keep Bev company when I finished watching Superman & Lois.

Incidentally, I soon realized following Superman & Lois that ... yes ... it was raining. Obviously I have no idea what to expect on my planned early a.m. outing overnight.

But it's bedtime ─ 10:05 p.m.