Expectations Found

Well, my younger brother certainly screwed up my planned early morning.

I was hoping to have an early exercise session out in the backyard tool shed instead of just the usual light exercise session I tend to have late in the afternoons when my wife's bedroom is vacant.

Initially I meant to rise at 6 a.m. and had set my cellphone alarm accordingly, but foolishly I chose to remain in bed awhile more because it is still a little too dark (the shed has no electricity).

Around 7 a.m. or even slightly before, I rose and dressed; but when I opened my bedroom door, already the T.V. was playing downstairs ─ my brother had thwarted me. The few things I had wanted to do before anyone else was up were suspended.

I am so damned fed up with being invalid physically and financially, a hostage of this property and its mortgage, and housebound because of the enormously populated environment I have no choice but to live in. It was going to be yet another pointless day ─ and bloody sunny, to boot. It did cloud over well into the afternoon, though, for there is to be some rain at times for the next few days.

My brother enlisted me for an early start on our morning T.V., inviting me around 8:20 a.m. to join him and begin operating our Android TV Box.

When I did, I led us off with a 1½-hour (1:37:31) video published earlier today to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: UNHINGED Zionist Pastors Attack Parishioners.

An unhinged Israel-worshipping “pastor” stalked Stew’s kids, screamed Stew’s burning in hell, and egged Stew’s boat at 6 a.m.—all for refusing to bow to the modern nation-state of Israel. Tonight, we’re exposing the demonic grip on American pulpits and unmasking FAKE shepherds steering Christians toward the Antichrist.

We watched maybe 45 minutes of the show ─ my brother of course was finding the tribulations of Stew to be quite gripping; but once Pastor Steven Anderson was introduced and the show basically became a sermon, my brother lost interest.

I obliged and tuned in a three-minute (3:07) video published yesterday to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 🇺🇸 ☢️ The States Within the USA That Could Be Sacrificed if a Nuclear War Were to Erupt ⚠️.

On the same channel I also tuned in a 25 minute video published earlier today, but after less than four minutes I chose to tune out because it was just some dude rambling on with a voice-over while a static image of President Donald Trump filled the screen ─ that was to be the situation for the entire video.

I tune these things in to watch activity ─ otherwise, I might as well just be listening to a talk radio station.

So I tuned in Juliet Bravo ─ the 11th episode ("Expectations") of the first series or season. My source was likely this one that had been uploaded October 5, 2025, to YouTube's Guy Crayford channel: Juliet Bravo-S 1 E 11.

After that I gave a movie a shot that had been uploaded back on December 4, 2019, to YouTube's Horror Central channel: The Evil Within | 2017 Full Horror Movie | HORROR CENTRAL.

We got maybe 32 minutes into it when my brother had seen enough ─ it was getting too sick for him when the retarded central character began slaughtering neighbourhood pets because his reflection in a mirror told him to.

If ever there was such a sick retard, he would deserve destruction ─ not locking up.

I'm not even going to try and finish the movie on my own as often I will do when my brother wants out of one.

We finished up with a 22-minute (22:35) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Carney Just CONFESSED—We Sabotaged Our U.S. Alliance ON PURPOSE.

Poilievre cornered CBC into admitting the truth—and they froze. What if Trump's tariffs were NEVER the reason Canada abandoned the USA?

Its conclusion spelled my brother's return to his bedroom for further rest.

I fixed up my day's first meal and ate that before seeking an early afternoon nap that left me none too refreshed. However, at least the peroxide I had eye-droppered into my plugged left ear seemed to have largely opened it up. I had a miserable time earlier trying to watch those shows because 'normal' volume just wasn't cutting it, but I can't be blasting the volume and make everyone else uncomfortable, so I allowed my brother to monitor how loud things were.

But I missed out on a lot. 

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but today she was out of her bedroom soon after 9 a.m. and on her rather long and sunny drive before 9:30 a.m. She must have had some errand to run first, for normally on her full workdays she has not even ventured out of her bedroom at that time.

The time change early this past Sunday a.m. is a true nuisance, for I misgauged the progress of today's daylight. I had the notion that the daylight would be lasting an hour later than previous to Sunday; but it is quite the opposite. Thus, by the time I realized this, it was too gloomy in my wife's bedroom to have a full exercising session. For one thing, I completely abandoned any abdominal work. I didn't feel like doing it in near-dark; and the electrical light source ─ had I turned it on ─ would have been almost directly overhead and glaring down at me.

At least I did push my damaged right knee ─ I can't let it get off scot-free.

Despite any rain tonight, I am determined to rise at 3 a.m. for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground to see what I can accomplish by way of some pull-ups and chin-ups.

But right now I want a beer, so I am going to break from this post at 6:47 p.m. and open one while watching a show here on my bedside computer. I cannot be up late. My brother is already back home from his daily public transit to go social drinking.

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I tuned in Crisis ─ episode 10 ("Found") of the only season. Definitely arresting fare.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. I held to one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

The can of beer was not sufficient, but I did not want to invest in another lengthy series, so I tuned in a sitcom and poured myself a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum to take my time with.

The sitcom was Kevin from Work ─ episode three ("Who's Your Friend from Work") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

It is quite possible that I will set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m., for I do have my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque to deposit ─ we shall see. For now, I had best be done with this post and publish it, freeing me up to gently smooth out a few things here on my computer ere finally getting to bed ─ 10 p.m. or earlier would be great!