Holiday Icicle

X (formerly Twitter): Dylan Park-Pettiford

Having retired last night without setting my cellphone alarm, I slept unusually well. I chose not to set the alarm because I knew I had drunk too much and would regret trying to rise ─ even at 6 a.m.

I did rise once to use the toilet, never checking the time, though.

My morning commenced when I rose just past 8 a.m., expecting to find my brother watching T.V. news downstairs; but he was not yet up.

Incidentally, he was to let me know that he is now not planning on driving into Washington State to visit his daughter until sometime next week.

I was to have control of the T.V. a little past 9 a.m. when he had still not emerged from his bedroom, but he was not too much later. By then I was pretty much set to use our Android TV Box to play an excellent 59-minute (59:27) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC, Canada To Become UN Agenda Dumpster Fire. Interview With Politician Jordan Kealy.

Important interview with BC, Canada politician MLA Jordan Kealy with updates on the fragile state of British Columbia and the devastating economic crisis we will all be facing together due to DRIPA.

After it was done, we finished watching the last half of the video we had postponed from yesterday. Actually, it was a T.V. miniseries of three episodes called The Last Don. However, my downloaded source had divided the full series into just two parts, so the first part was what we finished this morning.

But I no longer recall what my download source was. Nevertheless, I see that the full section we watched is available at this OK.ru link.

If you have the time for the full nearly four hours (3:57:26) of the miniseries, you ought to be able to find it on YouTube ─ I noticed that at least three channels carry it.

I originally went looking for it because actress Emily Hampshire had an early acting performance in it as The Don character's only daughter. Her young adult part was portrayed by Emily, and then Kirstie Alley took over as the daughter in her mid-years.

We watched nothing further ─ my brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom a little before 9:30 a.m., I believe; and soon past 10 a.m. was away on her quite long drive in some mist.

I had my day's first meal before seeking my early afternoon nap soon after 1 p.m. And later after my brother had bused away to social drink, around 3:30 p.m. I felt decent enough to have an exercise session out in the backyard tool shed.

Two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2-1 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between the two thick sides of the child's ladder (to a slide) that I have stretched across some rafters. I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 45-count.

I also tackled the squats I am employing to try and develop strength and function again of my damaged right knee that has kept me lame for nigh nine months now.

After that, I even had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

And all of this despite having had two morning mugs of instant coffee spiked with Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

But right now it is 6:03 p.m. and I want to get back into some drink ─ a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while I watch a Christmas movie. I can't yet shake the anxiety that comes of dark.

I will return to conclude this post into the latter half of the evening.

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Maybe it was for the very best that my exceptionally lousy Christmas movie choice was 2019's Hip Hop Holiday. I don't like rap whatsoever, and I do not give a damn about rap stars.

And the lead female character in this movie was so intolerably raucous and abominably arrogant that I struggled for close to 15 minutes with the urge just shut the stupid thing down and watch something else. I couldn't even bring myself to waste a beer until after that point.

I never did find myself liking the movie. The actress sounded like a man when she laughed. I even noticed when she was kissing a fella that her skull seemed larger than his, and I had no doubt that she outweighed him.

But, you be you, if you like this stuff. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

When I did finish the beer I had opened, I paused the movie and went downstairs and threw together my supper (my second meal of my day); I ate that over the course of what remained of the movie.

It probably finished near 7:40 p.m.

It so successfully erased the blues that had been building prior that I might just manage to get up overnight at 3 a.m. for a hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise ─ we shall see.

Time for something else, I tuned in Star Girl ─ episode three ("Icicle") of the first season. The series makes far too much noise, but otherwise I enjoyed the episode. I especially like how it concluded with Star Girl embarking on a quest to find new recruits for the defunct Justice League of America.

What intrigues me is the possibility that somehow the widow of The Wizard ─ the widow lost both him and their teen son in this episode ─ will be capable of joining up with the good guys, for I don't want them all to be teenagers. That gets so lame.

And so went a second can of beer. My source for the show was this uFLIX.to link.

Right now it is 9:55 p.m. and I am actually going to start shutting things down and get to bed for 3 a.m., if possible.