😈Self-Betrayal👹

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It was past 1 a.m. last night when I went to bed after choosing to succumb to depravity.

Overnight I slept well initially once I achieved that state, but I had the usual stretches of semi-wakefulness in the latter part of my night. And when finally I decided to commence my morning and saw it to be around 8:18 a.m., my younger brother was already watching T.V. news shows downstairs.

Normally on Sunday mornings I would have gone shopping, but I need to be to bed earlier than was the case; and since the local store opens at 8 a.m., it was far to late to be entertaining any such notion.

Still, I felt rather normal despite yesterday's drinking ─ I was only suffering the late night ... and shame of course.

I joined my brother no earlier than 9:10 a.m.; and when he invited me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, he counselled that at 10 a.m. he wanted to watch a scheduled NFL game.

And so all I bothered tuning in was, first, a 29-minute (29:46) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Virtue Signaling and Ass Kissing with Carney. Plus, my experience with Dawna.

I worked at Global News as a newscast director, inside the control room where editorial decisions actually get made.

In this video, I share my personal experience working at Global News, including my professional interactions with Dawna Friesen, and explain how editorial choices, interview styles, and editing decisions can shape what viewers ultimately see on air.

I also break down a recent Global News interview as a real-world example — pointing out the contrast between a softball approach with Mark Carney and a more heavily edited segment involving Pierre Poilievre. This isn’t about gossip or personal attacks — it’s about media process, judgment calls, and how political narratives are subtly constructed.

I tuned in one further YouTube video randomly that was good, but I cannot now recall the channel nor title.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom in good time to prepare herself, and then be away on her rather long drive. It had possibly dipped below freezing last night, but I could not discern why our cul-de-sac seemed dusted with chalk. Was it snow, or just salt for de-icing purposes? The lawn seemed clear enough.

Anyway, at 10 a.m. ─ after having earlier drunk a mug of strong instant coffee spiked with Smirnoff vodka and Carolans Irish Cream ─ I was considering watching a Christmas movie and drinking a couple of beers, and then napping it all off.

But I got carried away with Facebook and such, and before I knew it the noon hour was nigh. So ... no early movie and beer.

I was hungry, so I went downstairs to the dining table where the remains of our Christmas Day turkey feast are still awaiting anyone's occasional sampling. However, a covered tray containing both the dressing and some mashed potatoes seemed to me to have a suspicious odour ─ the potatoes smelled somewhat sour. I had my brother give them a smell test, but got no confirmation.

I helped myself to some turkey, and some gravy, mashed carrots, and mashed sweet potatoes; but even those latter two vegetables had me wary. This is the third day after Christmas ─ that's a long time to have food sitting out unrefrigerated. The turkey is okay, although the cavity may fast become an issue. 

Anyway, I had a good, deep nap, I must say. And since then, I even had a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. I had thought to get in some exercising out in the backyard tool shed, but this was one of those uncommon days in which my brother remained home. I don't know when he began drinking, but I heard the first can of beer crack open a bit past 3:30 p.m.

This is a bath day, alas. Right now, though, it is 4:31 p.m., so I am going to break from working on this post and watch myself a Christmas movie while having a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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My selection was interesting enough after it got going, but it was all-Black ─ and mega-wealthy Blacks, at that. As explained previously recently, I never grew up knowing any Black people, so I only know of their family life from T.V. and movies and thus have no clear identification with them.

This family was so wealthy that when two of their young kids used a version of Alexa to order thousands of dollars worth of stuff for themselves, when the boxed merchandise was all piled up at the front door and two of the women figured out why it was there ─ and who had ordered it ─ they just laughed at the kids naivete and we heard nothing more about it. That is, the kids were not ever chastised.

But enough talking about the movie ─ it was 2019's Merry Liddle Christmas. The lead actress was Kelly Rowland ─ unknown to me.

I did drink two cans of beer. And my movie source was this OK.ru link.

The movie finished just ahead of 6 p.m., so I had that onerous bath. And for what may be the very first time this entire year, my naked body weight scaled out at 182 pounds ─ I've gotten close to 180, but never certainly hit the figure this year to my recollection.

That was disappointing. I had actually not meant to weigh myself because I feared the worst, but I forgot and automatically pulled of the bathroom scales once I was stripped and just about to step into the tub.

Anyway, I was all set to watch another Christmas movie, but I realized that I just didn't feel up to investing the time it takes to potentially just have to endure one.

So instead, as much as I no longer enjoy the foppish feeble series, I tuned in The Flash ─ episode seven ("Wildest Dreams") of final season nine.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

As usual, everybody is always able to intuit exactly what they need to know, even though the basis for why they come to their conclusions makes no sense whatever to any of us watching. Everyone chooses the most infallible choices in utter confidence, and it's always unquestioned by the others and always proves to ultimately be exactly the right selection.

At least it was somewhat interesting to see actor Nicole Maines again.

The episode may have ended around 8:30 p.m.

My next show ended around 9:35 p.m. It was Superman & Lois ─ episode 10 ("Bizarros in a Bizarro World") of season two. My source was another GOOJARA.to link.

Now this was a rousing, fabulous show! What a bloody dud The Flash is in comparison. Even the meaningless Christmas movie washed away. I made a damned good choice!

Had my fourth can of beer today not served so well, I was all set to hit the rum! But the episode was not long enough.

Right now at 9:48 p.m. I am going to brush my teeth and then see what time remains ─ you see, I am hoping to rise a 3 a.m. and hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground for some pull-ups and chin-ups. But I had best get brushing and stop yapping.

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Saner thinking prevailed. I decided that further drinking and time spent watching even a sitcom would jeopardize 3 a.m.

I only ate once today ─ that fairly meagre pre-noon meal I wrote of. I will survey what remains on the dining table after my early a.m. outing if it does indeed occur. A protein-rich feed of turkey would be wonderful. However, I will dispose of the contents of the two containers of leftover mashed vegetable matter if they are still there.

I hope the beer this evening does not betray my chances of sleeping well until 3 a.m., for right now it is 10:29 p.m.