Floor Speed

When early wakefulness last night became so serious that I finally peeked at the time and saw it to be 6:08 a.m., initially I was struck that my cellphone alarm had failed; but then I recollected that I had decided to set it for 6:30 a.m.

I did my best to try and drop back into a bit of sleep, but I finally gave up and in looking to turn off my cellphone alarm, I saw it to be 6:29 a.m. ─ you cannot get closer than that.

I was only up so that I would have enough time to likely normalize sufficiently for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed before my brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. And I was to succeed, for he never came forth until possibly as late as 9:15 a.m., by which time I was in control of the T.V. via our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a 14-minute (14:50) video uploaded October 22 to YouTube's Retro Canada channel: 8 MEMORIES You’ll Only Understand If You Grew Up in 60s Canada.

Do you remember when life in Canada felt slower — when milk came in glass bottles, neighbours knew your name, and every winter felt endless?

This video takes you back to the Canada of the 1960s — the sounds, the smells, the memories that built who we are today.

If you grew up in Canada, this isn’t history… it’s home. 🍁

That was followed with another 14-minute (14:40) video, one that had been published earlier today to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Senators Blocked, Body Burned: Inside the Thomas Crooks Assassination Mystery | Redacted.

New revelations about the Trump's would be assassin Thomas Matthew Crooks. Which we'll get to in a minute but first... Something very strange is going on with the official FBI story around Trump's assassination attempt and they're ongoing stonewalling of releasing the information.

Then it was a 59-minute (59:09) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada's PBO Whistleblows Carney's Fraud & 7 Billion Child Benefits To Non Canadians- Must See.

Shocking Budgetary Deception & The Continued Destruction of Canada.
Expert David Knight Legg Who Was The PRINCIPAL Investment Advisor To Former Alberta Premier Jason Kenney, Sits Down With Me To Talk About Mark Carney's Accounting Fraud, The UN, Non Canadians Receiving Billions In Child Benefits, And The Devastating Economic Stranglehold Mark Carney Liberals Have Just Put On Canada.

I followed this with a short video that had to do with the King Arthur legend, but I now cannot locate nor identify it.

Our final video was 44 minutes (44:10) and had been published January 28, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Night Stalker (Only On Bitchute).

Richard Ramirez, was an American serial killer, serial rapist, kidnapper, pedophile, and burglar. His highly publicized home invasion crime spree terrorized the residents of the Greater Los Angeles area and later the residents of the San Francisco Bay Area from June 1984 until August 1985. Prior to his capture, Ramirez was dubbed the "Night Stalker" by the news media.

What a damned shame that this prick never got to face execution ─ true justice should not be delayed.

At its conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest prior to leaving afoot in the early afternoon for a bus to take him social drinking. He left while I was having my early afternoon nap following a rather filling meal that left me feeling quite unpleasant.

I had been hungry ─ why should a meal have such an adverse effect?

My nap took me to around 2:45 p.m., just when my youngest stepson began texting me concerning my Rogers cellphone contract. For a few months now, I have been on their 2G network because I do not have a phone capable of 5G, and I refuse to upgrade through them. Hell, I'm paying $67.20 monthly and hardly use my phone.

He concluded that since both he and his mother are planning on upgrading to newer phones, one of them will pass on their old phone to me.

Then I can take my time about looking into dumping Rogers and getting a new carrier.

Speaking of his mother, she had another full workday today and emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and she actually left here no later than 9:55 a.m. on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I never had my usual light exercise session in her vacant bedroom this latter afternoon because it was a bothersome bath day.

Right now it is 7:01 p.m. and I must break from this post ─ I want a beer, so I am going to tune in a show here on my bedside computer, justifying the drink.

Back soon.

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I selected FBI: International ─ episode nine ("The Kill Floor") of season four. Darned good show, this one! I was almost certain that one of the agents was going to be killed off.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it was over no later than 7:50 p.m. by which time my brother was already downstairs watching T.V. with Bev. And I'd finished one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The plan for tomorrow is to rise at 3 a.m. and ready for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground for some semi-serious exercise there, so I daren't a late evening.

Regardless, I squeezed in a second show because I required a second beer. And thus I watched The Rookie ─ episode 11 ("Speed") of season seven.

Superb entertainment, but as much as I find actress Bridget Regan most lustworthy, I am tired of her villainous character continually being resurrected as a foe in this series. Kill her off! I'll watch Bridget in other roles.

My episode source was this MovieGo.io link.

It is presently 9:15 p.m., and I still have the chore ahead of me of brushing my teeth with coconut oil ─ this can take as much as 15 minutes. Then I will start finishing up whatever else I have going on here on my computer so that I can get to bed ─ I was feeling sleepy enough before I started watching my shows and having some beer, so I hope that carries over and I do well until 3 a.m.

I'll be back tomorrow with a new post, I trust.

By the way, today was my elder half-sister's birthday: 83 years old. Back in the early 1960s she was Miss Richmond one year.