The USS Callister?

Intending to water the front yard garden areas ─ a chore that can easily exceed an hour ─ I set my cellphone alarm for 5:30 a.m., even though I had been up last evening a little later than planned because of a very extended series of texting with my wife, whom I suspect was drinking.

Initially she was her usual highly critical and unpleasant self saying rather hurtful things regarding finances, but she eventually seemed to achieve a change of heart. At one point she even said "you never go anywhere but no money too". Apparently it was not lost on her that I live like a virtual recluse in this house, socially isolated and unable to afford to go anywhere and enjoy myself.

I responded:

I know what you mean.

If I don't pay at least $400 each time to my credit card, the balance goes up.

Last time I paid just $335 and it went up $70.95.

So there is always that using up my money each month.

She:

Ok, will see if I be able to help for your credit

May be I can help like #100 a month

It is because of her that my credit card's balance grew so enormous. I had reached the point where I was comfortably paying it off each month. But this all began to change some years ago because I loaned it to her so she could supposedly repay a debt to someone that she had kept stalling on ... and then after she had my credit card, she went to a casino and started drawing money with my card. It went up to the order of some many thousands before I got it back.

I just responded:

You already have enough of your own troubles.

She surprised me with this:

Ha ha 😀 thanks to understanding that 🥰😜🙏

You always supported me and my sons that why both of them love and respect you my dear🙏🙏🙏

And I'm lucky to married you

I sure don't hear that often!

As for my morning, I did indeed water the front yard garden area beneath an overcast sky, and even felt a brief bit of rain that almost got pavement damp.

I was later than usual getting out to the backyard tool shed. After my usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area, by the time I got outside and then into the shed, it was 8 a.m.

I only managed a single repetition in each of the five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that followed an opening set of three pull-ups, but I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 45-count before taking on the squat work to try and strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I heated up my day's first meal, and then brought that upstairs to eat here at my bedside computer. My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until possibly at least 9:20 a.m., so I had plenty of time to set up what we would be watching on T.V. via our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

First, a nearly nine-minute (8:53) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The BC Floor Crosser That Should Trigger a By-Election.

Should an elected representative be able to switch political parties without first asking voters for a new mandate?

In this video, I discuss BC MLA Amelia Boultbee's decision to cross the floor to the BC NDP and explain why I believe a by-election should be held so voters can decide whether they still support her representation.

I also compare the situation with Nigel Farage's recent comments about MPs resigning and seeking a fresh mandate from constituents. While the circumstances are different, the underlying principle is the same: when politicians fundamentally change who they represent, should voters have the final say?

Then a 19-minute video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Israel MURDERS Egyptian Aid Worker - After Coach Respects Palestine At World Cup.

Palestinians in Gaza turned out in large numbers to pay their respects to a senior member of Egypt’s main aid organization, who had set up World Cup screenings in the shattered enclave and was murdered by an Israeli air strike on a taxi he was in this week.

The strike murdered Mohammed al-Wahidi, himself a Palestinian, on the eve of the Egypt vs Argentina match on Tuesday, along with three other people, including two young passers-by, siblings aged 10 and 8, in the Sabra neighborhood of Gaza City, medics said.

The Palestinian Centre for Human Rights said the fourth victim was 30-year-old Ahmed Jehad Rajab Doghmosh, who was also inside the taxi. It was unclear if he was the driver or a passenger

Al-Wahidi, 57, director of public relations for the Egyptian Relief Committee in Gaza, was among the first to help clear rubble, reopen roads and build camps for displaced families

 The Egyptian committee says al-Wahidi was a respected community elder who worked to resolve disputes, feed those in need, and bring joy by organising public screenings of World Cup matches.

Watching the matches on giant screens brought happiness to thousands of football fans in the enclave, laid waste by more than two years of Israel’s genocidal war. Palestinians, like many Arabs, cheered for the Egyptian team, which performed strongly before Argentina knocked them out of the tournament. 

“My father worked hard to bring some entertainment to the people, to the displaced, to us, and everyone who suffers in Gaza; he tried to bring them the matches close to their tents and wrecked shelters,” his son, Fawaz, told the Reuters news agency by phone.

There were some reference links I have not included, so feel free to check out the original description.

I then returned to YouTube for a 20-minute (20:27) video published earlier today to the Moose on the Loose channel: Pierre Poilievre Just Became the Target of a Full-Blown Smear Campaign.

I followed that with The Morning Show ─ episode six ("If Then") of the fourth season. A very touching conclusion involving the Stella character ─ I wonder if she's gone from the series now?

My brother and I finished up our viewing with the final 20 minutes of the old movie we got most of the way through Wednesday morning ─ 1960's Atom Age Vampire. I had the movie downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, so I switched over to that device. My download source had been uploaded June 11, 2015, to YouTube's Kings of Horror channel: Atom Age Vampire | Full FREE Classic Horror Movie.

It had some moments, I'll give it that. But until I read an extended review of the movie, I had no idea that the blonde was a stripper and not an actress. Also, I didn't realize that the gals her seaman was chummy with at a bar or club weren't hostesses or showgirls, but strippers as well. Reportedly the 18 or so minutes that were cut from the full Italian movie for the English-dubbed version included scenes that might have made their roles more apparent.

A very witty review of the movie may have been published in 2015 and is titled Atom-Age Vampire/Seddok, L’Erede di Satana (1960/1963).

The full movie ─ had I only known, for it is supposedly dubbed in English ─ is at this OK.ru link. The stripper scene with Jeanette, the blonde, is right at the start ─ my brother and I were robbed of it in our shorter version of the film. Having now viewed it, actress Susanne Loret appeals to me more than she did in the shorter movie.

Why did she stop acting in 1963? 

After it was over, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and by maybe noon I was back to bed for a nap.

My wife finally showed up around 2 p.m. She had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she might not have left on her fairly long drive until as late as 3:30 p.m. Whatever the case, I was not to use her vacant bedroom for my usual afternoon exercising because she had enlisted me to spray all of the mealybug-infested jasmine plant she had here in the house, but which she put out on our backyard sundeck.

I don't know what her spray was ─ maybe dish detergent and white vinegar. But I added 70% isopropyl alcohol. I had to refill her spray container at least twice more, and I basically got just about ever leaf of this yard-high plant drenched with the spray ─ even the dirt the plant is rooted in looked like I had watered it, so much of the liquid had dripped and even run down from the plant.

So did I kill it? I don't know. But it was maybe around 4:30 p.m. by the time I was done, so too late to exercise ─ I just didn't feel like it.

Instead, I soon had a very light second and final meal of my day.

The day, incidentally, has pretty much been overcast, although there was a little weak sunshine while I was spraying the jasmine plant. It was very warm, too.

Obviously no sunning nor afternoon exercising today. Tomorrow is to be cloudy as well, but Sunday ought to be a sunny day.

I am going to take my blogging break to watch whatever T.V. show is at the top of my last, and have one of the four remaining cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) left in my stock ─ I may be unable to buy more until very late in the month, and I do not like this at all.

I will finish up the post later in the evening, for right now it is 6:56 p.m., and I want a beer! 

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When I discovered that the next show on my list was Black Mirror, I was apprehensive, for the episodes can be long, and are not often to my liking. When the episode in line proved to be 1½ hours ─ finale episode six ("USS Callister : Into Infinity") of season seven ─ I didn't know how I was going to get through the thing on just one damned beer!

Initially I was confused that the episode opened as if it was "Part 2" to a previous episode ... and as I watched, some of those snippets were very vaguely familiar. I kept with it, despite wondering if maybe I recently watched something related while very drunk.

Then once the show got going, everything was new. Whatever the previous material related to was lost to me. And I see now that "Part 1" was the premiere episode of season four back in 1917. I never watched it then, for we didn't have an Android TV Box ─ never even knew what they were!

But notwithstanding, I may have watched it pre-COVID, for I never kept any record of having watched it ─ I was not as detailed as I am now in my blog about shows I watch.

Most curious to me is that I almost immediately recognized the actor portraying the evil genius (who invented the Infinity game universe) as being in what is my current favourite T.V. series ─ Friday Night Lights. Actor Jesse Plemons plays awkward Landry hopelessly in love with Tyra. I think I am only an episode or two into the second season.

Anyway, yeah, I was almost enthralled with this episode of Black Mirror, and had to pour myself a big shot of Johnnie Walk Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky after my can of beer was done.

By the way, my source was at TVSeries.video.

But is this the last of this story, or will there be an eventual "Part 3"?

I think that it's late enough, and I still must brush my teeth, so I am going to do that and then start shutting down what requires it on this computer. Right now it is 9:33 p.m.

All the Rage

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My cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m. last night, but I was keen on rising earlier if I could do so naturally at some wakeful stretch. I only sleep in blocks that might be a half hour, or possibly an hour or so if I am truly weary. I tend to need to partially lie on my side and stomach to fall asleep; and then when I waken after a block of sleep in that position, I heave over to the opposite side and assume a similar position until I slip into another block of sleep.

And that is how I spend my night ─ block after block like that, waking and then switching over to the opposite partial side and stomach combination.

Anyway, after doing this four or five times last night, I decided to check the time, for I was ever aware that I absolutely had to get a $400 cash deposit accomplished at my financial institution's nearest ATM about a mile away, for the fortnightly mortgage payment was scheduled to happen today and I was just about that short on what was needed.

The earlier I did this, the better, for I had no idea when the debit might happen. Also, I had to get back home and transfer online the deposit to a different account, for the mortgage is debited from an account my ATM card cannot access.

When I was a younger man in my 20s and 30s, I would have jogged to the ATM and then back. But now my knees are both impaired. My right leg is so dire that I cannot run at all anymore, and I am in peril when jaywalking ─ I dare not attempt it if I can even see a distant car's headlights advancing and not stopped at a traffic light.

So the point in my night arrived when I peeked at the time and saw it to be something like 1:29 a.m. ─ good enough! I rose, but was dismayed to realize that my idiot younger brother was still watching T.V. downstairs. I had no desire to be sharing with him what my financial plights are, revealing what a crucial fix I was in.

I do not drive ─ I have never owned a car nor a driver's licence. And I have not had a functioning bicycle since before my 'good' knee incurred the complete avulsion (tearing off) of my left leg's quadriceps tendon from my knee cap back on November 1, 2010.

And now I am a 76-year-old cripple who is too poor to even begin to contemplate something like a taxi. And because I am too proud to be seen hobbling slowly about in the pubic, I only risk outings in the wee a.m. ─ except for occasional shopping on a Sunday at the store a half mile off that opens at 8 a.m.

Sundays that early tend to be less populated out there than other days of the week.

As for my brother, once I was dressed here in my bedroom, I waited him out, banking that he was watching something that would conclude no later than 2 a.m.

I surmised correctly.

He went to his bedroom, and I was free to make my departure unheeded.

All proceeded uneventfully, with no encounter with anyone except for a young, gayly talkative, couple I bypassed once I was on the main highway near to my destination.

On my return journey, I did contemplate stopping in at the elementary school playground, but I deemed it crucial that I get home and make the necessary online money transfer. I am clueless on whether the mortgage debit is always performed by a human, or if it is automated and is just performed mechanically at some appointed time on the scheduled day.

Happily, there seemed no account activity yet, so I succeeded.

I was later to receive a warning email at 7:15 a.m. that the mortgage account had dipped below the threshold of $100 ─ this is at which point such warnings are sent out.

This is my brother's birthday. Fortunately a couple or so weeks ago when I still had the money and even some hope, I bought him two 750-ml bottles of Scotch, each a different brand name. Before I returned to bed, I left these on his foot rest where he seats himself in his favourite chair to watch T.V. in the living room.

I am unsure just when I returned to bed after my outing, but I will guess maybe around 4 a.m.? I set my cellphone alarm for 6:30 a.m., at any rate. I wanted to ensure that I could have the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed.

When 6:30 a.m. sounded, I definitely required the usual mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin, but I needed to await the water's boiling.

It was likely at least 7:45 a.m. before I tackled the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before I ventured out into the backyard and soon visited the tool shed. I was going to dispense with the squat work ─ the earlier walk was sufficient 'therapy'.

As for my performance in the tool shed using the sides of the child's metal playground ladder that I have stretched across some roof rafters and is all I have to do these exercises with, I think that I opened with three pull-ups in the first set. If I am remembering this correctly and it was not just two pull-ups, then my totals were thus: two sets of pull-ups (3,1), two sets of chin-ups (2,1), and two sets of pull-ups between the two bars (2,1). I held the dead hang of that final pull-up for a 45-count.

Back in the house I put together a light first meal of my day, and had that eaten here at my bedside computer before my brother emerged from his bedroom right around 8:30 a.m. for his T.V. news and some instant coffee.

I joined him at the T.V. a little past 9 a.m., but it was still around 9:15 a.m. before he issued his invitation for me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I started us off with a 22-minute (22:47) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Trump’s Next Move Is Already Terrifying the Left.

I followed that with a 49-minute (49:09) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's The Sovereign Sphere channel: Get Out of Canada Before It's Too Late with Mikkel Thorup.

Canada has a 54% top marginal tax rate, a managed decline, and a government that will euthanize you. Mikkel Thorup has spent 27 years building the exit plan. 

He’s the founder of Expat Money and author of Expat Secrets: How to Pay Zero Taxes, Live Overseas, and Make Giant Piles of Money. He's been living internationally for nearly three decades — and he's helped thousands of families legally escape broken systems.

After that I screwed up and we watched The Graham Norton Show episode 15 of season or series 33 instead of episode 14, so I will have to make note of that and remedy it next time. But if interested, my source for episode 15 was this VK.com link.

This episode used up so much time that we never got around to watching the last 20 minutes of the movie we nearly got through yesterday.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and possibly early into the noon hour I was back to bed for my midday nap. I may have been abed 1½ hours, and napped so deeply that when I finally roused I was confused and believed it might be nighttime. I had also dreamed deeply.

The morning had been overcast, but after my nap it appeared that I might be doing some sunning. However by 3 p.m. I only saw grey sky again, so I aborted that notion. Things did perk up somewhat later, but by then I was not interested in wasting the time ─ it was too late.

I had the frequent half hour afternoon exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I have since had my day's second and final meal.

Right now it is 6:47 p.m., so I am going to have my blogging break and watch here on my bedside computer an episode of whatever T.V. show is next on my list, and enjoy the only can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I dare drink, for doing so will leave me with just four cans and no idea when I can afford to buy more.

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My can of beer was drunk while enjoying a most intense episode of The Guardian ─ season two finale episode 23 ("All the Rage"). My reluctant choice of source was at M4uFree.cx where I had seven new and unwanted advertising browser tabs forced on me before I finally got the right episode playing in full-screen format.

So I certainly do not recommend that website.

But I loved the drama of that episode, even though it made me feel so uptight and stressed because I know that I could never live with that level of it in my own working life. And there are no solutions ─ not as presented in the storylines. 

The episode was done by 8:08 p.m.

And then I started getting a lengthy series of text exchanges with my wife who must likely be doing some drinking wherever she is. It all involved our financial crises, and the real possibility of having to give up and just sell the house. She's further strained because of having to give me that $400 when she wants badly to visit Thailand late in September.

What she doesn't remotely know as yet is that I am pretty much tired of living. I often feel that I want to sell the house, become debt free, give her and her two sons a share each of whatever remains after my brother gets his lion's share, and then I will just give up and go away and die somewhere alone.

I am so despondent constantly worrying about debt and bills and how little I can spend, while meantime being a virtual housebound prisoner of my own home due to the environment hereabouts where I am smothered by miles and miles of mostly South Asians in every direction, and the street traffic to boot.

I so badly miss being a younger man when I could walk and run and cycle in the daytime ─ there was some taste of freedom. I don't have that nor any youthful optimism anymore.

It's already 9:20 p.m., and she keeps adding another text.

I'm calling it quits on the blogging for today. Bedtime well before 11 p.m., for sure.

Desperate Measure

I had set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. just to see if maybe my wife had slipped under my bedroom door the $400 required for meeting what is needed for tomorrow's mortgage debit. It was not there. Had it been, I would have dressed and made the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM.

Since that was not going to be necessary, I reset my alarm for 6 a.m. and returned to bed to sleep a little further. My wife still seemed to be up, by the way. I don't recall hearing her come home following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She has Wednesdays and Thursdays off work.

At 6 a.m., things progressed normally enough. Around 7:30 a.m. I tackled the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before proceeding to the backyard and then the tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercise there.

Mindful of what might be contributing to the wretched thumb joint pain in both of my hands, when I engaged the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups using the thick sides of the child's metal playground ladder that I have atop some roof rafters, I did my best to attain a hold that was not compressing the main thumb joints so fiercely tight against the metal.

So, two sets of pull-ups (2,1 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2,1); and two sets of pull-ups between the two bars (1,1), with a 45-count dead hang after lowering from the final pull-up.

Then I performed the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

Back in the house I gathered up a light breakfast and then brought that upstairs to eat here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom just a few minutes past 8 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee, so I left him to it until a little past 9 a.m. Nevertheless, I still had to wait until just about 9:15 a.m. before he turned the T.V. over to me and I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

First up was an 18-minute (18:25) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The Canadian Shield channel: Canadians DEMAND Senate Reform! Carney Laughs.

I followed that with a 5½-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Krayden's Right News channel: Why Heat Pumps Are Horrible and Why Carney Wants One in Your Home! | Stand on Guard.

Heat pumps don't work in Canada's climate and are virtually useless. But Mark Carney wants you to have one in your home because Brookfield has a huge stake in all of this.

Our third video was 18 minutes (18:02) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Twins DIE Right After Routine Baby Vaccines So Mom Sues AAP. The State Retaliates By Arresting HER!

Mother's twin babies DIE after routine baby Vaccines so she sues AAP. Now the state is retaliating by saying SHE must have murdered them!! The cops just took her away. This is a MUST HEAR insane story that the Children's Health Defence wants everyone to know about.
-Also Commie Canada is coming after Lich & Barber For More Jail Time. Must See Episode.

I then switched over to the USB drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched over two/thirds of a 1960 horror / science fiction movie, but with 20 minutes remaining, we suspended it so my brother could get further bed rest.

I may have made it back to bed ahead of noon for my nap, wanting to do so before my wife rose for the day.

As it happened, she was not to emerge from her bedroom until after my nap was done. She did give me the $400, but wants me to return that amount as quickly as I can because she is hoping to buy a flight to Thailand to visit her mother in or at the end of September ─ the ticket needs buying long before that, of course.

There is no way I can give her back $400 that quickly ─ heck, I am going to be well short on the mortgage payment due two weeks from tomorrow, but I will wait until after mid-month before soliciting my brother for help, for as yet I do not know how much help I will require.

And there is also the matter of a credit card payment due in two weeks at most requiring a minimum payment of $233.47 that will only see the balance of debt rise ─ I need to be able to pay closer to $400 to avoid that mess. Last time I only paid $335 and my balance debt rose by $70.95.

This is sickening.

Anyway, an overcast morning resulted in quite a sunny afternoon; but with my wife here, and it being a bath day, I remained inside. Obviously I did not exercise in her bedroom this afternoon, even though she took off around 3:20 p.m. and typically will likely not be back until at least Friday afternoon.

I noticed that she left with however much Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) remained in the four-litre box of mine that I let her have a few days ago. And since I only have six cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) remaining, I will be drinking just one this evening while watching an episode of whatever T.V. show is next on my list.

Now, the mortgage payment will be debited tomorrow ... but when? Is it safe for me to rise at 3 a.m., leave here around 3:30 a.m. and hobble over to make the deposit shortly before 4 a.m.; then get all the way back home and do an online account transfer of the money because my ATM card does not connect with the account the mortgage will be taken from?

Damn, I hate this ─ I hate being an old, financially struggling, 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ cripple!

I had that bath shortly after my wife left, and I have since supped. Right now it is 6:44 p.m., so I am going to break from this post to drink my one allowed beer and watch a show.

I will report back afterwards. Right now it is 6:45 p.m.

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My only show this evening was The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode four ("Dear Offred") of season five. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

When I saw that this was to be my next show, recent episodes have made such a positive impression on me that I am now quite enjoying them, so I did not mind at all that this series was in store.

I even had occasion to feel my eyes burning with emotion at least a couple of times. I could easily have drunk a little more than the allotted single can of beer.

The episode ended by 8:00 p.m., just ahead of hearing my younger brother enter the house, home from wherever he had left before mid-afternoon to bus and go social drinking.

I have been struggling over what to do about this $400 deposit. Might it be best to rise even earlier than 3 a.m.?

I am going to start closing down everything requiring it here on my computer and then get to bed. Gosh, I still have to brush my teeth.

If I happen to waken earlier than 3 a.m. and feel capable of making this wretched venture, I will do it.

Despair is mine.

Right now it is 8:35 p.m. ─ may all go ideally well.

Looking Back Far Too Much

Well, I managed to rise at 3 a.m. as planned, and I was probably on my way just ahead of 4 a.m. The plan was to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM and make two envelope deposits: one of $300 cash, and one of my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation for $121.75.

Apart from having to jaywalk a main highway closer to an intersection than I was comfortable about (since I can no longer run) due to some probable street person lolling on a low retaining wall right where I otherwise would have crossed; and also passing behind two bus shelters that had someone sleeping on the bench inside each of them; I had no consequences and got the deposits made.

Then on my return, I stopped in at the elementary school playground to again pit myself against a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups to see if I could match my previous totals. And I guess I did: three pull-ups in the opening set, with two repetitions in each of the subsequent five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I also managed a dead hang for an 80-count before moseying over to the metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

I forgot to weigh myself after getting home, but I am sure that was primarily because I never entered the house for possibly an hour due to watering the front yard garden areas. In the course of doing that I believe that I killed four or so mosquitoes after discovering them already on or else attempting to land on one of my hands.

Evidently one had been on my hand long enough to gorge herself with my blood, for I had such a bloody smear after smiting it that at first I believed that I must have scraped open a pimple or something.

My wife's car was of course in the open carport, but I do not recall hearing her come home last evening following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

It was around 6:08 a.m. before I got back to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. to get me up in plenty of time for the usual morning T.V. with my brother.

My main thumb joints have been unduly painful of late ─ they actually burn as opposed to ache. I have come to wonder if maybe the condition is not due to excessive and often aggressive keyboard pounding here on my computer. Maybe much of it relates to the thick sides of that child's playground ladder that I have spread across some roof rafters in the backyard tool shed ─ those sides are my only means of pull-ups and chin-ups here at home.

Note this.

Common Causes of Thumb Pain from Pull-Ups

🞇 Overuse and Grip Fatigue: Supporting your full body weight places massive mechanical load on the hand and forearm flexors. When these muscles fatigue, the thumbs and wrists compensate, leading to inflammation and joint stress.

🞇 De Quervain's Tenosynovitis: Repetitive grasping motions and heavy lifting can inflame the tendons running along the thumb and wrist, a condition also known as "Mother's Thumb".

🞇 Base of Thumb (CMC) Arthritis: The repetitive pressure of hanging and pulling can degrade cartilage over time, making it very painful with daily activities.

🞇 Trigger Thumb: Forceful, repeated gripping on the bar can cause the tendon sheath in the thumb to thicken, leading to pain, stiffness, or a "catching" sensation.

Since the ladder sides are too thick to allow my hands to wrap tightly around the bar for a secure hold, they are mostly cupped over the bar and my thumbs are curled as best as can be manged alongside or slightly under the bar, the bony thumb joints forcefully pressed against the bar.

This never before occurred to me.

It seems everything I do since living in this house has been slowly destroying me.

But enough ─ it is already 6:14 p.m.

After my brother emerged from his bedroom and I joined him soon past 9 a.m., he waited till about 9:15 a.m. before inviting me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. My lead video was to be 3½ minutes (3:34) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jamil Jivani MP channel: I called out Mark Carney for promoting Liberal degeneracy.

Unsurprisingly, Liberals responded with SHOCKING RACISM.

http://endliberalracism.ca

Next we watched a 24-minute (24:48) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Canada Just Hit An Embarrassing New Low...

Our third video was 16 minutes (16:39) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel: Former Official Pleads GUILTY to Fake Voter Scheme, Gets 2 Years in Prison. 

Switching gears, I then tuned in Bergerac ─ episode six ("Fall of a Birdman") of season or series two.

Finally, it was a 12-minute (12:03) video uploaded May 20, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Area 51 Airline? | JANET: The Secret Government Airline That Doesn't Exist.

JANET AIRLINES. Heard of Janet Airlines? No? Good. That's exactly what the US government wants. One of the government's biggest secrets is hiding in plain sight. In Las Vegas.

Janet is the top-secret government airline that doesn't exist.

Next time you're in Vegas, visit one of the big casinos next to McCarran Airport. I'm talking about Luxor, Excalibur, Mandalay Bay. When you get there, look East at the airport. 

All day long, but especially early in the morning and late in the evening; you'll see mysterious planes taking off and landing. You can't miss them. They're big. They're Boeing 737s. 

They have no markings. No logos. They're plain white with a single red stripe. This is Janet Airlines. 

Janet is a top-secret, air-force owned commuter airline. For civilians.

But the destination Janet goes to the most - I'm talking a few times a day- is... Area 51.

My brother sought his further bed rest after this, and I was to bed fairly early into the noon hour for my nap.

Note that my wife did have another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 a.m. to start readying and was away on her rather long drive before 10:10 a.m. 

Following my nap, I had a half hour light exercise session in her vacant bedroom. Then just before 3 p.m. I started about 1½ hours of backyard sunning. However, it started hazing up so badly that it was difficult for my to determine the outlines of shadows. This sort of thing makes me feel like I am wasting my time out there.

Unfortunately, I managed to use my tank top to swat a green- or bluebottle fly, rendering it incapable of flying any longer. I never feel good about this, but they should just leave me alone and quit lighting on me.

It won't live long if it cannot fly.

I am taking my blogging break now at 7:01 p.m. to watch a single T.V. show here on my bedside computer, for I can only drink one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I am too destitute to buy more, and I will only have six remaining, with no idea when I will be able to afford any more beer once these are done.

I am still feeling betrayed by God.

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My one beer of the evening was devoted to Sight Unseen ─ episode eight ("Don't Look Back") of season two. My source was at Goojara-Official.co.za.

It was interestingly entertaining enough, but I neglected to take note of just when it finished ─ was it as late as 8:15 p.m.? I don't know. 

My wife got paid today, and is supposed to surrender $400 to me so that there will be enough money in my account for the fortnightly mortgage debit due this coming Thursday. I expect that she will not get home until after I have retired for the night. If she pays me in cash, I am somewhat befuddled as to how I can get the money into my account in time, for I do not care to be hobbling anywhere during busy weekdays as opposed to the dark wee a.m.

Perhaps I should set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. just to see if she slips the money beneath my bedroom door?

She has tomorrow off work as a rule.

I don't feel communicative, so I am going to end this post here at 8:32 p.m. My brother just got home from where he had bused mid-afternoon to social drink.

Bad Ideas

I am unsure if I heard my wife come home late last evening from her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed. I had already gone to bed, but it is possible that I may have heard her.

Today has not been a good day for me, for I feel betrayed by God.

My day commenced at 6 a.m. when my cellphone alarm summoned me to rise. I was to soon make some calculations, and I discovered that I am about $400 shy of what is needed for this coming Thursday's debit for the mortgage. I had found my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque on the living room coffee table, and it was only for $121.75, but at least I had a figure to work with to determine the shortfall.

I will still have to deposit $300 that I have on hand, as well as the cheque, but everything I can do will leave the account shy by that previously quoted figure.

I had been praying for a miracle, hoping God would secure me from having to plea for succour from family, but it seems that even at this late stage of my life He is never going to free me of dependence, whether upon them, predatory institutions like banks and credit cards (i.e., usurers), or governments.

I seem fated to die in financial thralldom ─ bondage ─ to others.

Anyway, around 7:35 - 7:40 a.m. I performed 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before going out into the backyard, and then working my way to the tool shed for the usual 15 minutes of exercise there.

Perhaps it was my near anguish at my plight, but it has been long since I fared so well in the shed, opening with a set of three pull-ups, then a set of two further pull-ups. Not only that, but I then managed two chin-ups in the two sets of those that followed the pull-ups. However, I was still held at a single pull-up in the next two sets between the two bars of the metal child's playground ladder stretched across some roof rafters ─ my sole means of these exercises.

I held the dead hang of the final pull-up before moving on to the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

The blue sky betokened an even sunnier day than was yesterday.

Back in the house I gathered together a fairly light first meal of my day, and that was eaten here at my bedside computer.

My brother emerged from his bedroom quite ahead of 8:30 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee; I joined him around 9 a.m.

Towards 9:15 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, and I led off with a nearly 19-minute (18:56) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I Interviewed My MAGA Uncle. Here's His Advice for Canadians.

Then it was a 55-minute (55:33) video uploaded July 2 to YouTube's Canadian Taxpayers Federation channel: Politicians won golden pigs for THIS: 2026 Teddy Waste Awards.

Plaques for dead raccoon. Fake soccer balls. An agency that gets tax questions right 17% of the time. 

Welcome to the 2026 Teddy Waste Awards — where the Canadian Taxpayers Federation hands out golden pig trophies to the worst government waste offenders of the year.

Refer to the link for the full description, for it lists the 'winners' in the various waste categories.

Our third video wasn't too shy of 10 minutes (9:51) and had been published yesterday to BitChute's NEM721 channel: Iran Ally FIRES Deadly Missiles From 5000-Ton NUCLEAR WARSHIP; Kim Jong Un’s ‘War Challenge’ To US.

North Korea is rapidly taking its nuclear strike capabilities to the high seas. Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un personally supervised a comprehensive live-fire weapons test aboard the newly repaired Kang Kon, a powerful 5,000-ton multipurpose destroyer. According to state-run media, the exercises included the successful launch of a strategic cruise missile, alongside evaluations of the warship’s main naval artillery, automatic guns, radar tracking, and electronic warfare suites. Satisfied with the results, Kim declared the vessel ready for combat operations and ordered it to enter full naval commission within the next two months.

Source: Times Of India

And we finished with Shetland ─ episode three of series or season three.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. I sought my nap well into the first half of the noon hour, and was to bed a likely hour or so.

I was going to have to contact my wife about the $400 shortfall.

She had another full workday today, not emerging from her bedroom until 9:45 a.m., but managing to ready and be off on her rather long drive by 10:05 a.m. or so.

With her gone, I decided to have a half hour light exercise session in her bedroom before sending her a text at 2:30 p.m.:

We can talk about it on Wednesday, but don't go crazy when you get paid tomorrow ─ I am about $400 too short of Thursday's mortgage.

Then I went out into the backyard to sun, my official session spanning from 2:51 p.m. - 4:20 p.m., if I am remembering rightly. Quite early into the session, my wife texted me back:

Omg

I need to save money to buy a ticket to Thailand, so I will give you $400 first.

This is the first that I have learned of her hope to visit her mother back in Thailand. This makes me feel quite impotent as a husband and provider.

Yeah, I'm feeling down.

And now with just eight cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in stock, I have to limit myself to just one per evening, so I will only be watching one T.V. show here on my bedside computer to enjoy the beer with.

With that said, it is presently 6:54 p.m., so I shall take that break now.

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I could hardly believe my blessed fortune when I saw that my first show was to be Friday Night Lights ─ episode two ("Bad Ideas") of season two. I reluctantly found myself settling on Tvids.net as my source ─ the damned website is so touchy that practically every contact of the mouse throws up a hijacking tab to another (advertising) website.

I finished my beer too early, and due to how caught up I was in the show, I poured myself a large shot glass of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky. And the show was done by 7:53 p.m., I believe.

The last segment had me in tearful emotion ─ I hate being so alone sometimes and so truthfully helpless.

I heard my brother cough downstairs, so I knew that he had gotten back during the episode from wherever he had left before mid-afternoon and bused to social drink. 

I still had half the shot glass remaining, so I tuned in a sitcom that I haven't watched for a while. Specifically, Kitchen Confidential ─ episode 10 ("Praise Be Praise") of the only season. My source this time was at TVids.to ─ different domain, but same complaint.

I never even remotely cracked the start of a smile of amusement. And the show was ─ I believe ─ done by 8:45 p.m.

I intend to be getting up at 3 a.m. to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit either the $121.75 cheque or else the $300 ─ I don't think it's likely a safe thing to deposit both in the same envelope. But that of course requires a second trip to make another deposit early Wednesday.

Man, this truly sucks.

Right now it is 9:06 p.m.; I am going to brush my teeth, and then begin finalizing and shutting down everything requiring it on this computer.

The Thinker

Sleeping as brokenly as I tend to, I did not at all feel like rising to my 5 a.m. cellphone alarm this morning. But I did, and I went out into the front yard to water the garden areas after putting on a kettle of water to slow-boil for a later mug of instant coffee that would be washing down an aspirin.

The agenda this morning was a hobble to No Frills a half mile from here. It doesn't open until 8 a.m., but it was closing in on that hour before I even left home, by which time my younger brother had emerged from his bedroom especially early and was already watching his T.V. news shows and drinking instant coffee.

I dared not spend much money, for I am bewildered how I am going to manage all of this coming Thursday's mortgage payment, let alone the one two weeks later that will be due before I receive my monthly pension income.

And how am I going to make the credit card payment due around the end of the third week of this month ─ the minimum payment will probably be nigh $270, but even that will in no way reduce the balance ─ to do that a payment of $400 would only reduce it by several dollars.

I keep praying ─ maybe that's why I am not yet completely freaking out. But sometimes....

Anyway, I managed to spend something like $43.20, if I am remembering correctly.

I was back home and here to my bedside computer by maybe 8:33 p.m. Then right around 9 a.m. I joined my brother for our usual morning T.V. together, although it was at least 9:10 a.m. before he invited me to take over with out R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I led off with a YouTube channel I have not before sampled, tuning in the three latest videos, all of which were under 10 minutes. The channel is Fight for Canada. We actually only watched about half of the third video because as my brother complained, the host basically said much the same rant in each of them. As well, he offered no video clips to back himself up, nor did he have a guest. So just watching the same angry dude repeating himself through three videos was sufficient ─ I feel no inclination to return to the channel, but I do wish him well with it, for I do agree with him.

Our next video just exceeded an hour (1:01:32) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's Daniel Davis Deep Dive channel: RUSSIA LEARNS FROM IRAN WAR /Alastair Crooke & Lt Col Daniel Davis.

Then I switched over to the USB drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we finished watching the last half or so of the movie we started watching on Friday ─ 2007's Americanizing Shelley.

Lead actress Namrata Singh Gujral was pretty much what made the movie watchable ─ and she turned out to be delightfully leggy. Sure, her legs were rather trim, but nicely muscled nevertheless; I was expecting that she had nothing much to offer in that department.

I originally downloaded the movie because it featured an early appearance by actress Helena Mattsson, but if I did see her, it had to have been very brief and unspoken.

I don't remember my download source, but it might have been at this OK.ru link.

We finished off our viewing with a 17-minute video uploaded December 31, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: Apache Man-Hunt | Top 3 Stories of the Most TERRIFYING and ELUSIVE Indian Tribe.

The Apache hold the distinction as the most elusive Native American tribe in history. For longer than any other group, they threw off the constraints of life on reservation to live free. In this episode we take a look at three incredible stories from Apache history.

After this my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. And I was back to bed ahead of 12:30 p.m. for my nap, but I was only in bed an hour or little more.

My wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She got home last evening just after I had gone to bed. I hope she went easy on the four-litre box of red wine that I allowed her to retain in her bedroom, for she seemed very subdued this morning when she came downstairs to prepare a hot beverage in the kitchen and very soon head for the front door to leave on her fairly long drive a little past 10 p.m.

I hadn't sunned in what seems at least 10 days, so I wanted to get in some sunning this afternoon. First, though, I used my wife's vacant bedroom at maybe 2:15 p.m. for a half hour of light exercising. By the time I was done, my brother had left for a bus to carry him away to social drink.

I got in a little over an hour of sunning, basically from 3 - 4:09 p.m.; and then I watered the backyard garden plants before returning into the house to gather up my day's second and final meal.

It was sunny enough, but the sky was a fairly faded blue due to very light haze.

Right now at 6:27 p.m. I am going to take my blogging break to watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and do a little drinking; but due to my economic plight, I am only going to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and leave the wine for my wife. Unfortunately, this will also limit me to just two T.V. episodes.

This haunts me ─ my shows and some drinking are my only release, and I only have 10 cans of beer in my supply. I need a miracle.

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My first show was very enjoyable, for it was The Rookie ─ episode 13 ("The Thinker") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I enjoyed the episode so much that during it I wondered how I am going to hold myself to just two shows each evening until my 10 beers run out?

The episode was done by 7:23 p.m.

What was to be my final show was Doom Patrol ─ episode eight ("Subconscious Patrol") of season three. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

Roughly midway through the episode I heard my younger brother into one of his extended roaring sneezing fits, so I knew he had gotten home. As often as not, these fits seize him when he starts to choke on his own slobber while passed out. Whether that was the case this time, I do not know, but he was definitely passed out in his chair downstairs in the living room 'watching' T.V with Bev when Doom Patrol ended at 8:50 p.m. and I peered downstairs as I returned to my bedroom after using the toilet.

The show was pointless garbage, but still somewhat entertaining due to my familiarity with the main characters. The Rookie episode eclipsed it in value.

I took the time afterwards to brush my teeth, and now it is 10 p.m. ─ I am easily making do without a third show or more drink, which is good news for me. That Doom Patrol episode was 55 minutes, so it used up more viewing time than I usually have with an episode of a series.

I might as well commence shutting down everything requiring it here on my computer and get to bed. It will be a 6 a.m. start to the morning tomorrow, unless I sleep especially bad and rise beforehand on my own.

Dove's Hawk Is Gone?

The plan for the pre-dawn was to get away on the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit $1,000 in cash at my financial institution's nearest ATM. My chequing account was shy by hundreds of dollars to meet the cheque I had written out to pay the property taxes due two days ago. If that cheque got negotiated today ─ the banks open on Saturdays, after all, and some even on Sundays for a short time ─ then I was hooped.

The $1,000 is not a result of some wealth in cash on hand. Half of it was a cash portion of my younger brother's contribution to the property taxes, and the other half was cash my wife had given me in return for an e-Transfer she had asked me to make to her of that amount so that she could send money to her mother over in Thailand. 

At one point overnight I was conscious enough to be wary of the time ─ perhaps I had risen and used the toilet. At any rate I checked the time in near dread that my cellphone alarm setting of 3:30 a.m. was nigh and I was going to have to bite the bullet and remain up, but I still had well over 1½ hours to go before the alarm sounded.

This allowed me a little further sleep.

When the alarm did sound, I rose and wasted little time in readying, and I was likely on my way barely past 4 a.m. Already the eastern night sky was turning from black to a vague bluish colour. There didn't seem to be much cloud, and I was expecting a sunny day.

I got to the ATM and made the deposit without incident, but some insane and/or stoned probable street person I had been hearing roaring out the word "𝖋𝔲𝖈𝔨" every half minute or so hove into view pushing a shopping cart down the street. He was seemingly fairly short, and attired in black, including a black hood. As my luck had it, he was headed in the direction I needed to go, for the intersection I could use to take me away from him was just ahead of him.

However, the guy stopped short of it where there must have been a bag or something of empties he began rooting through and adding to whatever he had in his cart. Meantime, he was quietly talking to himself, and maybe even singsonging.

This forced me to stand and waste time as I awaited him to continue his journey, which he did after a two or three minutes.

I was to hear him yell "𝖋𝔲𝖈𝔨" maybe three more times before I was sufficiently removed from him that I no longer took notice.

Incidentally, as I awaited the intersection light change, what appeared to be a couple of girls coming from behind me on the intersecting street ─ they were some distance off yet ─ were advancing in my direction, while every number of seconds one of them kept calling out very loudly what sounded like, "Nikita?!"

I got my light and crossed the main highway down which the cart-pusher had gone, and was on my way and likely unseen by the time the noisy girls got to the intersection. They seemed to stand there, the one still shouting out the name.

I had made this very hobble exactly two mornings earlier, so like I did back then, I stopped in at the elementary school playground to see if I could match the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups performed at that time.

I did ─ sure, it was only two repetitions in each of the sets, but usually I can only manage one repetition after an opening set of two.

I also held a dead hang for an 80-count before working my way over to a metal wheelchair or accessibility ramp that leads up to a portable or modular classroom's door, and there I managed to hold out for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

So I almost perfectly reproduced Thursday's exercise session.

However, once back home I completely forgot to weigh myself fully clothed to see if I was the 190 pounds I was two days earlier, or maybe even slightly heavier.

It was maybe 5:08 a.m. by the time I was upstairs and here in my bedroom where I keep this bedside computer, but I didn't make it back to bed for around an hour ─ my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. so that I would not miss any of the usual morning T.V. time with my younger brother.

I was up again at 8 a.m. as planned, and he emerged from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee. As usual, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before joining him.

It was not until 9:20 a.m. that he invited me to tune in something with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, but he cautioned that at 10 a.m. he intended to watch the scheduled FIFA Canada versus Morocco game (I just now checked and see that we got our asses kicked 0-3, so we're done).

We were to watch two videos, beginning with a nine-minute (9:02) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Bryan Adams Blowing it with New Song "51st State".

Bryan Adams has been living in the UK for 30 years but releases cringy new anti-Trump, anti -51st state song.

Then I settled with a 21-minute (21:40) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Cabinet Civil War: Carney’s Inner Circle is beginning to Fracture.

And that was it. I may even have been back to bed by 10:30 a.m., but certainly well before 11 a.m. And although it seemed to me I was sleeping long, it turned out that I was rising fairly early into the noon hour.

Note that ever since my first return to bed following my outing, I have felt enfeebled and foggy-headed because I am doing without any caffeine today, nor am I taking in any calories, for I do not intend to eat until after 6 p.m.

Consequently, when I was back to bed late in the morning, I felt myself to be in a pathetic daze, dreaming much.

Last evening just before I got to bed, my wife managed to catch me after she arrived home from working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ she appropriated my newly opened four-litre box of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol).

She had the same workday in store today, so she didn't emerge from her bedroom until shortly after I had finished my late morning nap. She immediately went downstairs to the kitchen and began cooking.

Around 2 p.m. she called to me if I wanted to eat. I certainly did, but I was going to stick to my fast until 6 p.m. Nevertheless, I did go downstairs and was dished up a bowl of the Thai noodle dish she had stir-fried. I kept that out of sight here in my bedroom so as not to be too teased and tortured.

As she was about to leave around 3:10 p.m. on her longish drive to work, she let me know that another dish on the stove apparently contains lamb.

Yum!!!

The afternoon was a mix of blue sky and sunshine, plus masses and masses of huge greyish-white clouds. Tomorrow is supposed to be our purely sunny day, and then we'll be back to more of the cloud and Sun that makes sunning too troublesome for me. I will have to do my best to get out into the backyard tomorrow afternoon if indeed there are no interfering clouds drifting about.

It appeared that I was going to get an extra early start on the usual three T.V. series I intended to watch, thereby doing some drinking ─ this indulgence would be the technical breaking of my fast, I suppose; but I have no other means of anything like enjoyment here in this house that is my economic and societal prison.

Then just as I was seeing no further impediment to that activity, it suddenly dawned upon me that this was a bath day ─ a chore that consumes a full hour from the time I close the bathroom door until I open it again.

Before stepping into the tub, I had a naked weigh-in ─ I was at most 181 pounds. 

At least the very hot bath invigorated me, accelerating my vital systems and purging much that had been sluggish.

At the present it is 4:46 p.m., so I am going to have that break now. I will conclude the post in the latter evening.

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With considerable delight, I saw that my first show was to be Titans ─ episode three ("Hank & Dove") of season three. My source was at MoviesJoyTV.co.

The ending was quite touching ─ I never imagined that they would kill off Hawk (Hank). And to have poor Dove be the unwitting executioner? This was wicked, and I don't like it. Jason has to die, as does whomever brought him back. I used to like that cocky kid ─ no more.

I watched the show along with about a dozen ounces of the (my) red wine in my wife's bedroom, and the show was over by 6:03 p.m.

Free to eat, my meal looked a little inadequate to meet what my appetite was ready for. Even so, by the end, I was stuffed ─ even before I had quite finished. I do not have the stomach of my younger self back in my 20s in the 1970s.

My next show proved to be S.W.A.T. ─ episode 14 ("The B-Team") of season two. My source this time was at TVids.tv.

It was better than I expected, and a couple of times even touched me emotionally to some degree. I didn't expect that. Still, I will place Titans in the lead with one show to go.

The can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I drank during S.W.A.T. was not much enjoyed ─ I just wanted the buzz it would add to the wine. The show was done by 7:53 p.m.

The same scenario played out with my second can of beer while I watched an excellent episode of Humans ─ the first season or series episode seven. My source was at this VK.com link.

Perhaps I will edge Humans above Titans, with S.W.A.T. last because it is too 'real life' and doesn't offer the escapism I crave or need.

I have too much to say relating to my profound social isolation, so I am not going to attempt it. I will only say that Humans was done by 8:55 p.m.

I then took the 15 or so minutes required for me to brush my teeth, and in exiting my bedroom for the bathroom I noticed that my brother was home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink ─ he appeared to be passed out in his chair in the living room 'watching' T.V. with Bev.

Right now it is 9:51 p.m.and I am going to commence shutting down everything on this computer requiring it, then I will get to bed. I cannot easily do without liquid whipping cream for my coffees, and my litre carton is nearing half empty. Since I only shop for groceries on Sundays, I must make the venture tomorrow despite my low financial resources. I will just have to skimp on my purchases.

I would normally only rise at 6 a.m. for this, but I feel I should water the front yard garden areas, so 5 a.m. it is.

Desperation

Another of those nights wherein the latter part finds me fighting to keep returning to some sleep as I await the sounding of my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm ─ at which point I rose, feeling racked with joint and muscle aches, and wanting still more time in bed.

I have gotten rather eager now for that aspirin and the mug of instant coffee that washes it down.

We must have had further rain overnight, for everything outside was absolutely soggy.

It was at least 7:40 a.m. when I forced out the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before going out into the backyard and then the tool shed for my usual 15-minute exercise session ─ two pull-ups as a first set, and then five further sets of pull-ups and chin-ups of a mere single repetition in each set.

Then the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.

Once back in the house I got together my day's first fairly light meal, and then I ate it here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until nigh 9:50 a.m., by which time I was most of the way through an 18-minute (18:21) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Mark Carney Announces New Pipeline... With a Massive Catch.

Next I tried a 33-minute (33:21) video uploaded earlier today to Rumble's Megyn Kelly On Rumble channel: Restored Republic via a GCR Update as of July 5, 2026 - Judy Byington. However, I only required a minute at most to cancel right out of it because of how much I despise A.I. narration, especially when it mispronounces certain words so damned annoyingly.

I do the same at YouTube. A lot of wildlife videos use horrible A.I. narration, and now it has come to the point where no matter how much the video might be interesting, I just cannot bear hearing the narration, so I shut the useless things right down now. I am merciless that way.  

I chose entertainment after this, tuning in Juliet Bravo ─ episode 15 ("The Anastasia Syndrome") of the first season (or series). My source had been uploaded January 4 earlier this year to YouTube's Mister Range. channel: Juliet Bravo-The Anastasia Syndrome.

We enjoy these older British police dramas.

We were to finish up with a movie, but due to my brother's preoccupation with laundering, he asked that I save what remained, and we'll watch the second half or so in a day or two. I had the movie downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive, so that will not be an issue.

I wasn't to bed for my nap until just past 1 p.m., and was only abed for maybe 50 minutes. By then my wife was home and busy cooking downstairs. She would be leaving very soon past 3 p.m. because she was scheduled to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

While she was here, she gave me $500 and asked that I transfer the same amount online to her email address ─ I expect that she likely intends to send most or even all of it to her mother over in Thailand.

But now more than ever I must get money deposited into our chequing account because it is hundreds of dollars short of the property taxes that were paid by cheque yesterday. I hate having to do this, but very early tomorrow I will have to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM and deposit $1,000 in cash.

I'll be able to have enough money in the account then for when the cheque gets negotiated, but it is going to be a stretch to have the next mortgage payment next Thursday covered.

This is demoralizing, having to constantly worry about my financial plight. I have no idea how I am to come up with the nearly $300 minimum payment for a credit card that will have to be paid by around the end of the third week of this month.

Sometimes I wish I had no responsibilities to anyone but me and then I could just go somewhere and die.

Maybe I will take a break from this post now. I had a half hour of exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but now I am going to gather up my day's second and final meal before watching two or three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer so that I can do some drinking and escape my reality for a little while.

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With a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to hand, I tuned in FBI ─ episode eight ("Ratlined") of season eight. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

It was a good episode, even if it never touched me emotionally. And it was done by 6:15 p.m.

My second show will be the tops of my viewing, for it was excitement right from the start. I am referring to Teen Wolf ─ episode seven ("Night School") of the first season. My source was at CineGo.co.

Yes, this was truly entertaining, and more along what I most enjoy. However, even it failed to affect my emotions, despite a second can of beer. And it was done by 7:07 p.m.

I then took a break to spend the 15 or so minutes that it takes for me to brush my teeth before I watched anything further.  

Although I might not rate my third show any higher than the FBI episode, darned if it didn't cause my eyes to burn at the conclusion. I'm speaking of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 13 ("Greek Tragedy") of season six. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

What caught me is that Agent Hana Gibson does not biologically appeal to me at all, but when she offered to stand with her rather failed Air Marshal (ex-)boyfriend Ethan who confessed his addiction to pain killers, it struck me that similar sacrificial support from someone like her would hit me deeply.

The show was over by 8:39 p.m. 

Regardless, I had broached my unopened four-litre box of Sommet Rough red wine (12% alcohol) and enjoyed it through the show, but I am still keenly worried about how I am going to get through this month with two mortgage payments that will strike before my monthly pension shows up towards month's end.

I don't care to be making that ATM deposit tomorrow morning on what I believe is the true Sabbath, but I have no idea if banks transact business on Saturdays ─ they're open, so are Saturdays now banking business days? There might be an attempt to negotiate my cheque for the property taxes, and thus I feel I cannot dare await Monday.

Why does God not openly answer a lifetime of pleas and make desperate acts like this unnecessary? Why cannot I be freed from my dependence upon State and my familial financial responsibilities that have me in such monstrous debt?

I was going to watch a sitcom, but I must not risk sitting up late this evening if I am to try and rise at 3 a.m. and later get away on that monstrous deposit errand. Since it is already 9:27 p.m., I had best just start slowly shutting down everything that I have open on my computer, and then get to bed.

Shadow of Angels: Part 1

I cannot recall my bedtime last evening, but it was definitely later than I ever intended. Even so, I believe that I set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. to get me up because I was desperate to deposit the cheque my younger brother had written out to me as better than half of the two/fifths share for him and Bev of the property taxes coming due today.

My financial institution's ATM is nigh a mile away, and so the round trip has become quite a challenge for me now with a crippled right knee that makes my walking style a hobble. I detest walking in the day when people can see me.

After some sleep overnight, though, I found myself awake enough to be curious of the time, so I peeked ─ it was 3:25 a.m.

I hustled up and readied, and it is possible that I was on my way just ahead of 4 a.m. The sky seemed overcast; otherwise, the eastern sky would have already begun turning from black to a bluish tint with the coming Sun's imminence of dawn.

I wasn't feeling well slept, but I had no alternative but to make this trip. I still have $800 in cash as the remaining portion of their two/fifths share of the taxes, but I didn't care to risk depositing the entire package together.

I got the deposit made without incident; and as I was early into the return trip, I saw again a lass I had noticed earlier who ─ judging by how she appeared at this time to be loitering and attentive of me as I crossed an intersection towards where she was ─ might well have been hooking.

Formerly when I was hale and also not practically destitute, I likely would have coincided with her out of my piqued curiosity; but I dared not socialize in my present state, so I immediately turned left after making the crossing ─ she was maybe 30 feet farther up the sidewalk of the intersecting street.

And that was that. She was hardly going to come chasing after me.

Most of the way home I stopped in at the elementary school playground to test myself with a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, since I was definitely not going to be having my usual early morning backyard tool shed session.

Initially I made a slight attempt to pull myself up, but my arms were so painfully stiffened that the stress was prohibitive ─ a bad auger. I think then that I took the time to remove my jean jacket and also took off my cap, and gave it a second go.

This time I managed the usual two pull-ups I would normally have gotten done in the tool shed, but I had felt that a third mightn't have been out of my reach.

My sequence at the school playground is always two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between a pair of stationary rings ─ all with a 30-count break or pause between sets.

In the tool shed, almost always I am limited to a single repetition in each of the five sets following the opening set. But at the school I was able to make two repetitions in all of the subsequent five sets, which was truly a delight for me.

Since all of the equipment was perfectly dry, I then gave a dead hang a shot, and held for an 80-count.

Then over to the nearby metal ramp, I managed to hold out and get 10 slow full-range decline push-ups eked out.

This was the best performance I have had since before I crippled myself on March 1st of last year, so I was feeling some elation.

Before I had left home, I had checked the weather prediction online and it suggested some rain today, so I was not going to take the bother of watering the front yard garden plants ─ even a fast watering can take a half hour, and the past couple of times have exceeded an hour. I wanted to return to bed as soon as possible.

As I was starting up out driveway, I could scarcely believe it when I saw what I assumed was my wife's car parked in the double open carport. She had come home last night after all, I concluded ─ when she disappears late afternoon or early evening on her Wednesdays, she usually does not return until at least Friday afternoon.

Back in the house, I came up to my bedroom and had just begun loosening the lacing of a boot when it dawned upon me to weigh myself to see what sort of poundage I had been working with at the school.

I was quite easily 190 pounds. That I did as well as I did impressed me the more.

Anyway, I think that I was back to bed at something like 5:38 a.m., my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. in case I was in danger of sleeping away some morning T.V. time with my brother.

I always have trouble initially sleeping, but I was eventually able. Then a point came when I opted to check the time before seeking another bout of sleep ─ it was something like 7:56 a.m.

No need for the alarm once again.

My brother was to emerge from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m., but I waited until nigh 9:10 a.m. before joining him. Not much more, and he invited me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I decided to give a video a shot that I had only just learned of, but it was going to be long ─ nearly 2½ hours (2:25:52). It had been streamed two days ago to YouTube's KevinJJohnston channel: 10 WAYS TO STOP THE CRA - BE TAX FREE FOREVER. The Tax & Money Show Episode 117.

🚨 The Tax and Money Show – Episode 117 is here! Join Kevin J. Johnston, Canada's number one tax expert, as he shares 10 powerful legal strategies that can help you protect your money, strengthen your business, and understand your rights when dealing with the Canada Revenue Agency. Learn practical ideas for reducing financial risk, building wealth, and keeping more of what you earn. 💰

📚 Kevin explains tax rules in simple language that anyone can understand. Whether you own a business, work for yourself, or just want to learn more about taxes, this episode is packed with information designed to help you make smarter financial decisions. Every minute is focused on helping you build a stronger financial future. 🚀

Kevin opened up by first detailing the 10 methods, and then he was likely going to elaborate more fully and take questions from viewers of the original livestream.

I think that he was into the description of the fourth method before I had heard enough ─ each had thus far been methods applicable only to people who had their own businesses. Thus far the video was useless to my brother and I.

I don't think we watched 10 minutes of the show before I backed us out.

I next tried a nearly two-hour (1:53:32) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Bret Weinstein channel: The American Experiment at 250: The 332nd Evolutionary Lens with Bret Weinstein and Heather Heying.

On this, our 332nd Evolutionary Lens livestream, we discuss America’s 250th birthday. In 1776, both Common Sense and the Declaration of Independence provided self-evident truths that prompted the formation of a new nation. Built on optimism and an entrepreneurial spirit, the United States of America is fracturing along political lines, each side incapable of seeing the humanity of people who believe different things from themselves. In those 250 year old documents we see implicit recognition of trade-offs, game theory and emergence—all of which are just as fundamental now as they were then. As part of this discussion we cover patriotism, antifa, dual vs hierarchical loyalties, Trump, the World Cup, and taking advantage of breaks.

Maybe we got 10 minutes into this one ─ possibly more; and then my brother commented correctly that it was "kind of dry". At that point Bret's wife Heather was merely reading long paragraphs from the opening of Thomas Paine's Common Sense document.

And so I backed out of this video as well, and tuned in a 21-minute (21:02) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: The Greasy Loophole Canada is Using to Import This... 

The 'import' referred to is cobalt.

After that I switched over to the USB stick or drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we finally finished watching the very long ─ over 2¾ hours (2:50:21) ─ 2024 documentary that we put in five or maybe even six sittings to get through: American Jesuits: A History of Jesuitism in the United States.

American Jesuits may be one of the most important documentaries ever produced concerning the social and political conflicts in America today. The influence of Rome in America is one that was written about extensively by authors throughout the 19th century and into the early 20th century, with many warnings about a hidden plan by foreign powers to enslave the country. Nevertheless, most modern history books have been carefully rewritten to remove critical information that would likely warn the people about what has been happening behind the scenes for more than 200 years. Is it just a coincidence that many key figures in power today (Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Dr. Anthony Fauci, to name a few) are either directly or indirectly associated with the Roman Catholic Jesuit Order? And what will be the ultimate influence of this notorious society, which has been expelled from at least 83 countries, city-states and cities around the world? The influence of the Vatican and her Jesuit priests is the key to understanding globalism, social justice, illegal immigration, the LGBT agenda, Black Lives Matter, the infiltration of Islam and Sharia law, Covid-19, and much more.
—Christian J. Pinto

I no longer know what my source was, but it is plentiful enough at YouTube and BitChute ─ an example of the latter is here.

My brother returned to his bedroom thereafter. While I was shutting things down, I could hear a faint female voice from my youngest stepson's den area.

Sure enough ─ I noticed that he had his girlfriend with him, and she must have spent the night here. It then dawned upon me that she drives a car very much resembling my wife's ─ and thus it was the girlfriend's vehicle parked in the carport. My wife was not home after all.

And fairly early into the noon hour I was back to bed for my nap.

Apparently I rested decently because I never needed my usual second mug of strong instant coffee today.

Incidentally, I think that I noticed just before seeking my nap that it might have been very lightly raining outside. Well, early in the afternoon, it came down seriously for a couple or so hours, so no plants needed any watering today, happily. The rain wasn't enough to keep my brother from heading off afoot for a bus to take him social drinking, though.

The rain may not have stopped in the latter afternoon ─ it might still be happening very lightly.

As I type these words at 5 p.m. following a light second and final meal of my day (earlier I spent a half hour exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom), I am apprehensive about my financial plight. I still am short over a couple hundred dollars for the property taxes, so I cannot wait too long before getting some of that $800 in cash that I spoke of earlier into my account.

Aw, I don't want to talk about this ─ it really is disturbing for me. I am going to take a break now from blogging and commence watching here on my bedside computer an episode each of whatever the next three T.V. series are on my list, for I want to do a bit of drinking and 'escape' my bleak life for a while.

🟤🟤🟤

My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was devoted to Profiler ─ episode 14 ("Shadow of Angels: Part 1") of the first season. I had concern that this was to be a double episode, but fortunately it was not, so I can watch the concluding episode at my leisure.

The Part 1 episode was over by 6:17 p.m., and my source had been at Goojara-official.co.za.

Along with a second beer, I tuned in The Crow: Stairway to Heaven ─ episode eight ("Give Me Death") of the only season. My source had been published June 1, 2022, to BitChute's WizardChrisGaylord's channel: The CROW (Stairway to Heaven) - Ep. 08 - Give Me Death.

Not bad. Perhaps I will give it a considerable edge over the Profiler episode which had no resolution whatsoever to anything at all, so it was basically useless for any edification ─ not that this episode of The Crow: Stairway to Heaven evoked my emotions, either. It was just more satisfying, provided that the villain does not manifest as a threat yet again ─ I despise that ludicrous 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉.

The episode was done by 7:24 p.m.

At this point I took the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth, for I correctly anticipated what my next show would be, since it is at the bottom of my list and that was where I had arrived. 

For my final show, I emptied out the last of a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol), possibly providing 13 or so ounces of the delicious blend. And I was to watch Ragnarok ─ episode two ("What Happened to the Nice, Old Lady?") of season two.

My source was at BiliBili.tv, and it appears that all of the episodes are available there.

Exceptional, topping by far the previous two shows I had watched. And it was done by 9:06 p.m.

I would love to introduce this series and that of Friday Night Lights to my brother, but I do not know how to do it without wasting my own time by having to re-watch each episode with him. Since these are shows in which one should either be sober or else very lightly intoxicated to properly appreciate and remember, the only time in which my brother could properly benefit from them would be in the latter morning when he was sober.

Consequently, I have little idea on how he can benefit from these two series as we both now live our lives.

The allure is always there to sit up and watch (and drink) more, but this is my finish line for today. I will start shutting down what needs it on my computer before doing the same to it, but right now it is only 9:38 p.m., so I will expend a little time in amusement first.

This should not be my life at 76 years of age.

I will set my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m. tomorrow, but we shall see how well I happen to sleep overnight. Still, I doubt that I have it in me to make another early hobble to achieve the cash deposit spoken of earlier even if I do waken earlier and feel unexpectedly vitalized.