Doom Homecoming Chain

Well, I rose to my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, but I had visited the toilet around 1:37 a.m. and thereafter slept little. To have hobbled the mile to my financial institution's ATM to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque did not auger well for my later morning where proper sleep mattered, since I would most likely not be getting back to bed until 5:30 a.m. if matters proceeded favourably.

Also, the wee hours following the partying of Friday nights are nigh as bad as those of Saturday nights where rowdies and night owls are concerned; and it was not raining, so even the street people would likely be roaming or loitering about.

And my youngest stepson was still up ─ a further deterrent, for I have strong disinclination for anyone in the household to be privy to my movements.

I think I remained up until past 3:30 a.m. before returning to bed. It seemed best to me to make this venture in Monday's wee hours when there is the least chance in the entire week of people being active out there.

But I slept illy thereafter, and even found myself feeling unpleasantly chilly in bed.

I had set my cellphone alarm for 6:30 a.m. to ensure that I would at least have some backyard tool shed exercises once it was light enough out there towards 8 a.m.

And sure enough ─ the 6:30 a.m. alarm roused me from dreamland whereas it would have been best to allow me my needed sleep. Notwithstanding, all went well enough.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until just ahead of 9 a.m.

As yet I have not bothered to replace our old Android 9 T95X TV Box with the new R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box that was delivered by 7:15 p.m. last evening.

Granted, I can only work at that task when Bev is in bed, for she does nothing but watch regular T.V. all day from the time she rises midday until she goes to bed at night. I have no idea what apps the new Box will have pre-loaded into it, but I want what I deem are the essentials from my old Box, and locating sources and downloading them all is going to consume time I was not yet feeling up to investing.

Also, my brother and I have as of this morning put two sittings into watching a movie I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive, so I do not want to put our old Box to rest until the movie is done ─ the MoviePlayer app I am using to play the movie remembers where we left off and always offers to begin playing the movie from that point. This will not happen if I start using the new Box with a freshly downloaded MoviePlayer app.

So I want us to finish watching the movie before the replacement is performed.

Oddly, this morning the old Android TV Box played flawlessly. Not once did it freeze or shut itself down like it has been doing ─ sometimes every 10 minutes.

Does it sense that its replacement is now here, and is desperate to behave and thereby delay that retirement?

Whatever the case, there was nothing amiss with the device this morning.

First I tuned in an eight-minute (8:47) video published yesterday to Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel: Climate Change Profits:Professor Paul Goddard and Professor Angus Dalgleish.

United Nations • Climate change refers to long-term shifts in temperatures and weather patterns. Human activities have been the main driver of climate change, primarily due to the burning of fossil fuels like coal, oil and gas.

The description of course is the United Nations' claim ─ it is NOT the direction of the video.

Then it was a 14-minute (14:48) video published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Something BIG Is About To Hit America - Richard Wolff.

While the United States politicians, ramp up Cold War rhetoric and double tariffs on Chinese electric vehicles, most Americans remain unaware that the world’s top-selling EV isn’t made by Tesla... it’s made by China’s BYD.

General Motors now sells more cars in China than in the United States, and China’s grip on global markets is tightening across industries, from infrastructure to technology. Meanwhile, Washington’s solution to being out competed? Economic nationalism and protectionist policies that leave American consumers paying double for inferior alternatives.

In this riveting lecture, Richard Wolff unpacks how the United States, has become the world’s largest debtor while borrowing money... from China, to fund a proxy war against Russia, China’s ally.

He exposes the contradictions of a capitalist system in decline, where foreign nations build African railroads while Americans drown in overpriced coffee. The global balance of power is shifting.

BRICS economies now produce more than the G7. China and India are growing twice as fast as the United States, and European controlled nations' leaders have no coherent strategy to reverse this trend. As Wolff explains, the United States’ decline isn’t due to foreign sabotage... but the logical outcome of decades of profit-driven decisions by its own corporations.

My brother had arrangements to be playing pool at noon with drinking buddies, so he wanted to first nip off to replenish his home beer supply. And so I tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ episode six of season or series 33.

Guest Keira Knightley is only a familiar name to me ─ that is, I could not identify who she is in person, for I don't know what the woman the name belongs to looks like. But after she was seated on the couch, I began realizing that the actress has very nicely developed legs:

And although cute as ℋℯ𝓁𝓁 Aimee Lou Wood may not have Keira's leg development, Aimee was absolutely mouth-watering in this scene from her T.V. series Daddy Issues:

I watched what remained of the show when my brother left for his beer.

He was back in time for us to watch another 15-20 minutes of the movie I mentioned. We ought to be able to finish watching it in our third sitting tomorrow.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was up well after 9:30 a.m. and away on her longish drive before 10:30 a.m. while my brother was still absent for his beer.

I asked her about the $500 she is supposed to repay me from some sort of payment she has been awaiting in the mail for well over two weeks, but she claimed that a quite thick envelope she got Thursday has yet to be opened.

I only had one meal today at around 5:30 p.m., so I never ate before having my early afternoon nap. I suppose I was abed for 1½ hours, but I certainly did not feel well slept.

Right now it is 7:49 p.m. and I am going to break from this post to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol)

Incidentally, my brother arrived back home from his social drinking a very few minutes ago.

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I tuned in Doom Patrol ─ the first episode ("Fun Size Patrol") of season two. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was good ─ much better than the last few utterly silly episodes rounding out the first season.

I suppose that the episode may have ended just ahead of 9 p.m., and I made one can of beer last the entire 54-minute (53:52) show.

Next I tuned in Friday Night Lights ─ episode seven ("Homecoming") of the first season. I opted to rely upon yet another GOOJARA.to link.

I just love this series!

Yet I managed on just one further can of beer.

But the buzz was inadequate.

And so I tuned in a sitcom after pouring myself about six ounces of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol). I watched Whitney ─ the first episode ("Bawl and Chain") of the second season. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

I want to watch and drink more, but I also know that I need to rise at 6 a.m. so that I can resuscitate sufficiently to be capable of hobbling off in the morning to the grocery market half a mile from here that opens at 8 a.m.

I will also likely need to withdraw some cash from the 'ding-free' credit union near to the store.

But do I ever want to drink a little more ─ I am tempted to essentially just down a good shot of rum!

I've noticed from the sounds outside that we've been getting some rain this evening. I would enjoy rain when I must get out to do my early grocery shopping tomorrow.

I am going to brush my teeth now and then start shutting down 'stuff' here on my computer, for it is already 11:17 p.m. and 6 a.m. is ... 6 a.m. 

A 7:15 P.M. Arrival

At the sounding of my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, I rose to turn it off, but I had no resolve to dress and go for an outing. Besides, it was raining.

So I reset the alarm for 6 a.m. and returned to bed. At least I would be having some backyard tool shed exercising shortly before 8 a.m. once it was daylight and I could see in there.

I am going to ensure I get out in the coming early a.m. because I want to deposit the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque my brother left out for me a few days ago. It's only $219.44, but I feel myself to be in a rather dire fix financially.

I will say no more than that.

I have not begun this post until early in the evening, and the primary cause of that was my involvement in seeking a specific episode of an Australian T.V. series. Ultimately I had to download uTorrent Web and then download a torrent file containing all 22 or 23 episodes of the first season.

But the whole process took me time. As well, this was a bath day, so that required another 50 minutes or maybe more. There was to be no latter afternoon light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:50 - 8:55 a.m. this morning, so he got possession of the T.V. Even though I joined him 15 or so minutes later, I still had to wait until at least 9:15 a.m. before he passed control of the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box.

We were to watch a 25-second video on a Rumble channel that proved pointless, so I tried a video on a BitChute channel, but the clown hosting it was stretching ludicrously hard to create connections for the conspiracy he was trying to spin, so we cancelled out of that one.

I settled on playing the second half or so of a movie we had suspended watching a couple of mornings ago because my brother had wanted to return to his bedroom for further rest.

The movie was 1983's Among the Cinders. I had downloaded the movie some months ago, so I now cannot pinpoint my source. However, I see that it is presently available at YouTube's Oceanic Oddities- Australian & NZ Film channel: Among the Cinders (1983 New Zealand Movie).

The movie was okay ─ quaint, as I like to say. A feature I didn't like was how it would just skip ahead in its timeline.

How unfortunate that an absolutely gorgeous young actress who played a young teen girl interested in ─ and aggressively pursuing ─ the main Nick character, seems never to have acted again. Her physique appeared awesomely developed! Her name was Amanda Jones.

I had downloaded the movie because of my interest in actress Rebecca Gibney who was so young in this movie ─ probably 19 ─ that I could barely recognize her.

This was to be all that we watched, for barely past 11 a.m. my brother announced his return to his bedroom for more bed rest.

Right now it is 7:51 p.m. and I want to watch at least one show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Note that at just about 7:15 p.m. Bev called to me that a package had arrived for me ─ it was supposed to come tomorrow, but I now have our brand new Android 14 TV Box!

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I was able to watch The Rookie ─ episode 14 ("Mad About Murder") of season seven. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Very enjoyable!

It probably finished around 8:40 p.m., and I discovered that my wife had come home at some point.

I am going to get to bed well before 10 p.m. because all week I have had no success getting up at 3 a.m. by retiring for the night after 10 p.m. Nor does it help having a bit too much alcohol ─ I will stick to the one beer.

My brother got home shortly after 9 p.m.

Right now it is 9:33 p.m., so I am going to wrap things up and sack out very shortly.

Not for Sale

When my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, I could barely get myself from bed ─ I craved more sleep. Usually getting to bed ahead of midnight is sufficient, but it was not the case last night. And I never even rose overnight to use the toilet ─ it was all bed time.

Once more, it was nigh 8 a.m. before I went out to the backyard tool shed for some exercise. A mere single pull-up and chin-up in all six sets, with a closing dead hang for a 50-count.

And then I tackled the squat-style exercises to help regain normal use of my right knee again, if this is even possible. I discovered today that in doing a partial one-legged assisted squat with my right leg that I hold for a 50-count ─ I do four sets of these ─ I could support myself exclusively on the leg for several seconds at a time.

When I originally began doing these, I was having to use my hands consistently for support ─ it was unthinkable to even slightly ease up as I firmly gripped the rungs of the dual hanging ladder apparatus that I stand between for this exercise. And as well, I used to slowly start to sink as my lower quadriceps muscles progressively failed.

So there is small progress.

Later in the house, I was tardy getting ready for some morning T.V., and thus my younger brother was to gain possession of it even though he never emerged from his bedroom until a little past 9 a.m.

I didn't join him until nearly 9:20 a.m.

Our old T95X Android 9 TV Box is breaking down badly now. We're lucky to get 10 uninterrupted minutes before it either freezes or shuts off. An email that I got at 1:29 a.m. overnight still claims that I can expect delivery of the new Android 13 TV Box (that I ordered late Tuesday evening from Amazon Canada) by Saturday, so I hope our old one lasts that long.

As for what we were to watch this morning, the first video was only four minutes (4:08) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Please don't drive over ICE.

The title is referencing the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent who fatally shot a woman [Renee Nicole Macklin Good] in her car in Minneapolis yesterday. She wasn't even an immigrant ─ she was American-born and White. As far as I am concerned, the I.C.E. agent is in for a world of hurt that he well deserves.

We gave up after less than 10 minutes on the second video I tuned in, but we stuck with the third try that I selected. The third had been published yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel, and was nearly 1¾ hours (1:42:39): Megyn Kelly on Venezuela, Ben Shapiro’s Treachery, and Mark Levin’s Mental Illness.

Unfortunately, Tucker editorialized for about 40 damned minutes before he brought on his wonderful guest. I didn't tune in the show just to listen to him. We almost tuned out.

What a beautiful woman Megyn is! Two of her three kids are apparently teenagers. Absolutely none of my friends as a teen ever had a mum who looked even remotely attractive to me, so whatever Megyn is doing to keep herself so gobsmackingly awesome is paying off in spades.

When the video completed, my brother returned to his bedroom for more rest. I had eaten before he emerged from his bedroom this morning, so I got back to my bed for a needed nap around 12:30 p.m. and napped deeply ─ I was down for about 1½ hours, and was not at all keen on not remaining in bed.

But the longer I spend in bed in the afternoon, the less time I leave myself for everything else I feel I must do before watching some shows here on my bedside computer and having some drinks.

I got in some light exercising in my absent wife's bedroom beginning around 3:10 p.m., and this included further of those quadriceps strength-building exercises.

Right now it is 5:05 p.m. and I am going to break to have some supper, and then I will commence watching the shows and having some drinks, as just said above.

I will finish this past in the latter evening.

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I think that I am going to try and rise at 3 a.m. for an outing, so I decided not to watch either of the two final Christmas movies on my list. Instead I selected Heimebane (Home Ground) ─ episode five ("Ikkje til sals") of season two.

Supposedly the episode title translates from Norwegian as "Not for sale" in English.

The episode was a complete downer all the way through, but I still held to one can of beer. My supper helped with that, being a soup or stew my brother and Bev prepared with what remained of that large honking ham they had cooked the evening of New Year's Day.

Anyway, my source for the episode was this Vexmovies.biz.id link.

It finished just past 7 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back from wherever he had bused in the first half of the afternoon to social drink.

My second show (and beer) was FBI: International ─ episode 12 ("Blood Doesn't Become Water") of season four. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

This episode was powerful! Guest actress Veronica St. Clair as FBI Agent Quinn seemed familiar to me, but I cannot see why from her acting credits. She must resemble someone else.

I suppose the episode ended at or barely past 8 p.m., by which time my brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev.

I finished up with nigh eight ounces of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) and the sitcom Entourage ─ the premiere episode bearing the series title. My source was this Tvids.net link.

I am only watching the series because Gal Gadot is supposed to make an appearance at some point, but I do not like any of the five main male characters ─ they disgust me.

I noticed in the closing credits of the episode that Arielle Kebbel was somewhere in the guest stars, but I sure never recognized whatever her bit part was. I expect that she was too young to be familiar without knowing she was in the episode ─ which was my case.

That wine added onto the two strong beers has me nicely buzzed ─ I am tempted to continue.

But I shall not. At present it is  10:12 p.m. and I am going to start shutting down whatever it is that I have left undone that is still going on here on my computer.

Bugged Tale

It was possibly just past midnight when I got to bed last night with my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. to give me time to normalize for some backyard tool shed exercising once it was light enough. As it happened, I was not out there until nigh 8 a.m.

I think that my younger brother may have actually preceded me to bed last night. I am unsure if my wife had come home as yet.

By the way, concerning that ‎Shenzhen Xing he shi xun Co., Ltd (manufacturer) R69 PLUS Android 14 TV Box (4GB RAM; 64GB ROM) that I ordered from Amazon Canada well after 11 p.m. last evening, I was too hasty ─ it does not identify the RAM as operating with DDR4, which is one of the selling features I believed it to have.

So that bums me ─ I did not want DDR3.

But at least it is 1000M for Ethernet, and not 10/100M.

AS long as it is a better model than the TX95 Android 9 TV Box we have used for several years and which began malfunctioning two days ago, I shall be delighted.

If interested, and for however long this link remains valid, this is what I ordered last evening. It would be wonderful if it gets delivered on the 10th as projected.

Anyway, not only did I get possession of the T.V. this morning because my brother had not emerged from his bedroom by 9 a.m., but he never made his appearance until well after 10 a.m.

Putting our problematic Android TV Box to work, we tried one video but were not fussy about sticking with it, so I tuned in the movie we had broken from a couple or so days ago.

It was 2010's A Windigo Tale. I had the movie downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive some months back, so cannot definitively say now what my source was, but I see that it is available at this Archive.org link.

Actress Annie Murphy must have certainly had a bit part, for I have no memory of seeing her.

The movie was rather quaint, I suppose. It was also quite disjointed, skipping ahead and leaving much unexplained. It wasn't box office calibre, but it had its moments.

We got into another movie, but had to cancel out so that my brother could return to his bedroom for more bed rest.

I had eaten before he rose in the morning, so I was free to hit the hay myself, doing so at noon because I knew my brother planned on a beer run, and I desired to participate.

I was abed just over an hour, but had badly wanted to remain there in search of another bout of napping. However, I felt that I could not pass up this opportunity for a trip to the government liquor store two miles away.

It was raining rather seriously during the drive.

At least I now have two more dozen cans of Cariboo Malt, albeit it is still the older batch listed as 7.9% alcohol (the newer brew is 8%). I also bought a four-litre box of wine.

My wife had risen in our absence and was showering when we got back.

She had gotten a rather thick envelope in the mail today, and has for well over two weeks been expecting a cheque or something in the mail from which she had promised me to repay $500 that she had borrowed in one sum that she knows full well I cannot afford to let slide.

When she finished her shower, I asked her if the thick envelope was what she had been waiting for, but she claimed not to have yet opened it.

She was to nip out once on some errand; and after returning seemed to be fussing about in the kitchen. I was going to go downstairs to ask her again about the envelope ─ who knows, maybe she had gotten the cheque and had taken it to the bank? But I got slightly delayed doing something here on my bedside computer.

I then heard her go outside around 4:30 p.m. ... and like that she just left! Not a word to me.

Usually Wednesdays mark the start of a two-day absence from home. She might return Friday evening, but that is not certain ─ it may not be until sometime Saturday.

Incidentally, while she was away earlier, I had another exercise session in the backyard tool shed. I realized that she was evidently not scheduled to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so her bedroom was not going to be available to exercise there (mine is too cluttered and small).

At present it is 5:57 p.m. and there are still three Christmas movies I would like to watch before I take a long pause from any, so I am going to tune in one here on my bedside computer and do some drinking ─ I had a light supper, my second meal of the day.

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My Christmas movie looked to be more saccharine than I was into ─ it was 2019's A Christmas Recipe for Romance. My source was this Yandex.com link.

Eventually this movie hit me hard! I was practically in sobbing tears, but only because it loosened up so much of the regret and loss I feel in my own pointless life.

The can of beer was insufficient, so towards the end I also poured myself a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol).

Nevertheless, actress Madeline Leon came to deeply touch me, making me wish that I had lived a different version of myself and met someone just like her in my young adulthood. What a keeper!

Her name appears in my Blogger labels, so I have enjoyed her before ─ she was familiar visually, if not by name.

The movie probably finished by 7:35 p.m., and I soon realized that my brother had arrived back at some point from his near-daily bus transit somewhere this early afternoon to social drink.

My second video choice was Blood Ties ─ episode four ("Bugged") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

It is quite striking to me that clearly 'skinny' actress Gina Holden is so bloody hot and gorgeous to me in her Goth persona. I've always rather liked a lot of the tough Goth look ─ the 'Road Warrior' get-up. There was lots going for it.

It was a pretty good episode. The show required a second can of beer.

With time enough by my estimation for the evening, I tuned in the teen sitcom Victorious ─ episode two ("The Bird Scene") of the first season. My source this time was another uFLIX.to link.

Granted, there is nothing 'artful' to the show thus far, but the young people are actually very talented ... and the young ladies such a treat to my eyes.

Even so, I poured myself a glass tumbler (maybe just over eight ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol).

I well feel the evening's toll or total.

Damn, I wish I had young lasses in my barren life, but I have been ... cursed? ... to only have young males in my home scene. Sure, I would have been dumbfounded to have had my own blood son, but I have always delighted in the affectionate beguilement of little girls ... and as they matured towards womanhood.

It was all wasted. I spent my energies striving to remain employed in the federal government long enough to get a retirement pension, rising at 3 a.m. for the damned commute into the city; and hoping to be to bed by 9 p.m.

I had no time to be a substitute father for my new wife's two sons.

And then I began breaking down physically even before I had retired. And the decay progressed, as did so much more in my life.

Enough ─ the drink is now writing.

I am going to conclude this post now at 10:36 p.m., and perhaps be to bed well before midnight. The desire is there, though, to drink more. And I would, I think, if my financial situation was not this despairing.

Why will God not provide my physical liberty?

Android Issues

When my 3 a.m. alarm sounded, I rose to turn it off ... but I was not prepared to confront an outing feeling as inadequately slept as I felt. Consequently, I reset the cellphone alarm for 6 a.m. and returned to bed.

Some exercise out in the backyard tool shed was going to have to suffice ─ I would not be hobbling the ¾-mile round trip to the elementary school playground.

At 6 a.m. I did feel somewhat improved, but I still went downstairs to boil water for a mug of strong instant coffee that I used to wash down an aspirin to further ease some of the usual aches and pains.

It never got light enough to see in the dark tool shed until just about 8 a.m. because of rain and a heavily overcast sky. If that had been going on at 3 a.m., then I made the right choice!

I managed a little better than the usual ─ of late ─ single repetition in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 2-1-2-1-1-1. First two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and a finishing two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the child's slide ladder spread across some roof rafters ─ those thick sides are all I have to work with.

I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count, I believe. 

I had preceded those exercises with the intense squat variations I am using to try and force development of strength and ability in the very damaged lower quadriceps muscles of my right leg.

Apparently last night was the New Year's staff party for my wife, so one and all went off to some other venue to celebrate after their Thai restaurant closed for the night. It was the second late consecutive night for my wife, and she probably would have been feeling pretty unpleasant this morning if she had a full workday.

As it was, she never emerged from her bedroom until 2 p.m., and was away a little before 3 p.m. on her rather long drive to work the latter part of the day.

My younger brother chose this morning to head into Washington State to visit his daughter and her baby that is now over six months old. However, I did not know of this plan.

He did not emerge from his bedroom until well after 9 a.m., by which time I had control of the T.V. and was set to play videos via our Android TV Box. The device is still being troublesome ─ newly developed yesterday, it has begun to freeze or even shut down periodically.

Somehow I am going to have to risk the cost of acquiring a new one.

Our present model is a Susay brand Android 9 with RAM of 4gbs and ROM of 64gbs, and it has lasted us for several years.

... And I've just now wasted a whole lot of time looking online for a strong replacement because I don't want to blow more than around $100, and the device must have the specifications Android TV Box 4GB DDR4 Gigabit Ethernet.

I think I found what I want, and it costs $84.99 with free delivery.

I've got to do some serious thinking.

Anyway, morning T.V. with my brother began with a nine-minute (9:49) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Freeland: New Job, “No Salary.”

Then it was a 13-minute (13:09) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada COVERS UP Horrific Events Unfolding All Over Europe On New Years.

Ask Yourself Why? Mainstream Media Obviously Told Not To Report The Details For Obvious Reasons.

I next tuned in Bergerac ─ episode three ("Clap Hands, Here Comes Charlie") of season or series two. It was around the midway of this show that my brother disappeared to his bedroom. He had gone to dress up and otherwise ready for his quite long drive, although I did not realize this until he came back downstairs.

And so I was to watch the reminder of the episode by myself.

I had eaten a slice of pizza early this morning when I was awaiting my original coffee's water to boil. I am certain that my youngest stepson had left the box of three pieces on the kitchen counter. Between that one slice and my two coffees, I never felt need to eat before seeking my early afternoon nap.

Besides, since my wife was home, I figured that she would want to warm up leftovers for me once she was up.

But my nap ended, and she had yet to emerge from her bedroom. Thus, I fixed up an ample meal for myself.

After she left for work just ahead of 3 p.m., my mistake at eating so late was apparent ─ I felt overfull to be even lightly exercising in her vacant bedroom. And so I abandoned the session.

I will probably only have a supper similar to yesterday: a small mandarin orange, a banana, and a small apple. I deserve nothing more. Especially so since I want to watch a couple of shows and enjoy as many cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

At present it is 6:49 p.m., so I am going to fetch that fruit, and then tune in my first show after I have eaten.

I will return later in the evening to complete this post.

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My first show was FBI ─ episode 13 ("Unearth") of season seven. My source was this MovieGo.me link.

It was a very good episode ─ I despise active pedophiles beyond tolerance. It's just too damned bad that the young guy killing his tormentors stupidly began retribution by killing two innocent people as a result of being a bad shot.

The episode ended no later than 8:13 p.m., by which time I realized that my brother was back here watching T.V. with Bev. I am certain he got back from the States much earlier in the afternoon, but is incapable of choosing to remain home ─ he had to bus off to go social drinking somewhere.

My second show was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode eight ("Supply Chain") of season five. For it, my source was this uFLIX.to link.

Another very good show that kept me utterly involved throughout. And so went my second can of beer.

By the way, I thought that actress Alana O'Brien as the vigilante mom avenging her teen son's drug overdose death was ... hot.

With no intention of rising any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow, I decided to pour myself maybe six ounces of Mission Ridge Premium Dry Wine (13% alcohol) and watch a sitcom. It was Kitchen Confidential ─ obviously, the premium episode ("Exile on Main Street"). My source was this Tvids.to link.

It was far better than anything I expected! There was difficulty not pouring more wine ─ I would have if I was not so concerned about my financial situation.

To close, I made that Android TV Box purchase ─ I forgot about taxes, so it cost me $95.19 in total, with an estimated delivery date of January 10. However, now I cannot locate any indication on the Amazon.ca sales page of it having DDR-4 and not DDR-3.

I'll research this tomorrow ─ I must get to bed, for it is 11:44 p.m.

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And my shame resurges into 2026 ─ I am too feeble to defy the addiction.

I was still so engaged with it when I heard my wife come into the house at 1:22 a.m., by which time everyone else had gone to bed. She seemed not long in following suit in her own bedroom. I cannot recall when at last I was freed to do the same.

My morning commenced shortly after 8 a.m. ─ maybe 8:18 a.m.? Whatever the case, I expected to find my younger brother was already watching T.V. downstairs, but I was to discover that he had yet to rise.

After 9 a.m. had arrived and my brother had still not emerged from his bedroom, I assumed control of the T.V. downstairs, using our Android TV Box to line up our first video. At 19 minutes (19:39), the video had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Maduro, Why He Had to Go + Canada's Toothless Response.

In this video, I break down Venezuela’s political crisis — from Hugo Chávez to Nicolás Maduro, how Maduro consolidated power, and why Venezuelan elections are widely questioned by the international community.

The next video was 1⅓ hours (1:20:57), and had been streamed December 30 to Rumble's Kim Iversen channel: A Woman Describes Seeing Her Child On A UFO During Encounter.

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We only got into the 43rd minute of the video because by that point our Android TV Box had either frozen up or else shut down five or six times. So when I brought it back to life the last time, I decided to leave the Rumble app and try watching something I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive.

The problem persisted a couple of more times at least, but we got nearly an hour into the movie I had downloaded when my brother announced his desire to return to his bedroom for further bed rest, so he wanted me to save the movie for when next we had morning T.V. together.

Obviously something is wrong with the Android TV Box ... but it is quite old. Is it now failing? I ran the CCleaner app just in case that might possibly help ─ we shall see tomorrow whether today's issue ensues despite the clean.

My wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom a little past 9:30 a.m. to shower, and was on her rather long and sunny drive about a half hour afterwards.

I had a filling first meal of my day after my brother returned to his bedroom, and I did not seek my own nap until well past 1 p.m.

I needed it.

I have been feeling too down today to care to push myself to have any exercise ─ my heart for it is gone. I feel disgusted with myself. I did do some abdominal work in my wife's vacant bedroom, however.

This is a bath day, and right now it is 5:08 p.m. so I am going to break from work on this post and deal with the long chore baths entail for me. I feel like getting drunk instead, though.

I will return in the latter evening to complete this post. By then I will have watched a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and had some drink.

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I discovered my brother to have arrived back home during my bath, after having bused away in the early afternoon to social drink.

My supper ─ my second meal of today ─ was composed of just a small mandarin orange, a large banana, and a small apple. I felt I deserved nothing more due to my inactivity, and my reprehensible behaviour last night.

And so I tuned in Prime Suspect ─ episode nine ("Gone to Pieces") of the only season. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

This series keeps improving with each episode! What a shame that it never caught enough viewing attention.

One can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) kept me company.

Nurturing the notion of getting up at 3 a.m. for an outing to the elementary school playground for some exercise, I decided I likely only had time for one further show.

'Twas Madam Secretary ─ episode four ("Just Another Normal Day") of season one. My source was another u.FLIX.to link.

It was good, although I did not appreciate the essential whitewashing of what China is truly like. But at least it was excuse for a second can of beer.

I'd love to take quick hit of a shot of rum, but I can't afford to be so frivolous with something I cannot easily replace ─ I am hurting badly financially.

Right now it is 9: 45 p.m. and I am going to brush my teeth, and then start wrapping up whatever needs finalizing here on my computer. 

I wish God cared enough to realistically help. He never has.

Something Black

It would have been wonderful not to have risen to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm today, but I wanted to hobble the half mile to No Frills after it opened at 8 a.m., and I need the two hours for normalization.

At times overnight I could hear it raining, and that was to be the morning situation as well ─ just like yesterday. So for me, it was ideal for going public, since few are out there in poor weather walking for mere pleasure.

Everything went well, except I completely forgot to ask if they sold wall calendars.

My younger brother was up and watching T.V. news by the time I made my slow return.

I joined him around 8:50 a.m. after I had put away my purchases and then dressed down in my bedroom.

When he eventually invited me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, I tuned in a 1½-hour (1:31:57) video published earlier today to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Between Ignorance and Evil - Thoughts on Venezuela. The Duke Report 12 hours ago.

Apparently it was "mirrored" from this YouTube link.

As the video wore on, I was almost certain my brother would voice his desire that we watch something else, but he said nothing contrary.

We were to only watch one further video before my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for more bed rest. The 27½-minute video had been uploaded October 23, 2013, To YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: A Day in Vietnam | US Marine Corps Documentary in Color | 1967.

Jack Webb was the narrator.

I fixed up a meal based around more of the damned ham my brother and Bev had cooked late New Year's Day. I had already eaten that day, but I've had a large portion each day since. However, I am unsure if my brother is partaking of any more of the mass.

I am no fan of pork, except maybe crispy bacon, of course. Tomorrow I will suggest that they put the large remainder into the freezer for some future ham soup, for it is not improving by just sitting out on the dining table day after day.

I only ate about half of the dish that I had created for my day's first meal, saving the remainder for my second and final meal today.

My wife emerged from her bedroom while I was having that luncheon here at my bedside computer, and while she was in the bathroom showering, I opted to seek my usual daily nap, partly to avoid her in case she wanted money from me.

It might have been around 12:30 p.m. or soon after when I sought that nap; and when I rose later ahead of 2 p.m., my wife was gone. It is now 5:36 p.m. as I type these words, and she never returned. If she was scheduled to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she must have gone directly there after whatever business took here away during my nap.

Or maybe she was supposed to have worked the full day, and was late getting up due to having partied too much last evening? I have no idea.

I had some exercise out in the backyard tool shed early into the latter half of the afternoon ─ I am still pathetic using the thick sides of that child's slide ladder spread across some rafters that is my only means of pull-ups and chin-ups. A mere repetition in the six sets I engaged.

Then I tackled the squatting exercises to build strength in my damaged right knee's lower quadriceps.

Later I had a wee bit more exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom once I was confident that she was not coming home from some long errand.

I have had that second meal while working on this post.

And now I am in the mood for some drink and two or three shows here on my bedside computer, so I am going to break from this post for a few hours.

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With considerable reluctance, I tuned in a Christmas movie ─ reluctant, because I think that I essentially have Christmas out of my system.

The movie was 2019's A Merry Holiday, also called Mistletoe & Menorahs. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The premise did not much appeal to me, but I soon found the movie to be charming.

And then around the 58-minute mark, I suddenly became deeply affected for the first time, and this was to last for the duration of the movie. I even wept a little.

Lead actress Kelley Jakle proved to be absolutely wonderful and desirable in the best ways. Her name pops up in my Blogger labels, so I'm betting I watched her in 2018's Christmas Harmony. I just do not remember her, unfortunately.

Until that 58-minute mark, I had thought that I might be able to get through the movie on just a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). But I became so affected that I first wanted to pour myself a good shot of dark rum, but instead chose to pour maybe four ounces of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol).

The movie likely ended no later than 7:50 p.m., and I was to see that my brother had returned from his early afternoon bus ride to go social drinking. He seemed to be downstairs passed out in his favourite chair in the dark living room while Bev watched whatever was on T.V. by herself.

My second show was truly arresting, for it was Titans ─ episode two ("Rose") of season two. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link. These episodes seldom disappoint!

And there went my second can of beer.

Finally, I poured the shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol) and tuned in the sitcom Whitney ─ first season finale episode 22 ["Something Black, Something Blue"  (Part 2)]. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

I noticed in some of those full-body screen shots of the three main gals that "Roxanne" (actress Rhea Seehorn) seemed to have the nicest-muscled calves ─ I like that!

But you think what you prefer, of course.

Anyway, the show probably ended around 10 p.m. That felt like enough of an alcoholic buzz for this evening.

I hope that I can get to bed this side of midnight ─ the accursed madness is seeking control.

Nevermind Victorious

What a dreadful night! I seemed hardly to sleep ─ it was awful. Once I rose to use the toilet and checked the time at coming back to bed, finding it to be sometime after 4 a.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. because I wanted to hobble the slow half-mile to the nearest Shoppers Drug Mart that opens at 8 a.m. One of the items I badly wanted was a 2026 wall calendar.

But would I hold up and go?

In my favour was that at different times overnight, I was sure that I could hear it raining. If such continued for my hobble, then it would be most encouraging.

Well, I did hold up. And it was raining fairly seriously, to boot!

I had to visit the Vancity ATM directly across from Shopper's Drug Mart in order to withdraw $200, for I only had $25 in my wallet.

Unfortunately, I was to discover that as yet a shipment of wall calendars had yet to arrive, so the pharmacy had none at all. This was disappointing.

Regardless, I was back home (having hobbled back in a fair downpour) before anyone else was yet up. Notwithstanding, that was not to last until just ahead of 9 a.m. when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

It must have been approaching 9:20 a.m. before I joined him for some morning T.V., and he was quick to invite me to begin operation of our Android TV Box.

First off was a 21-minute (21:39) video uploaded earlier this morning to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Do Not Trust This CBS Apology.

In a candid two-minute video, the CBS veteran acknowledged media missteps on stories like Russiagate, COVID lockdowns, and Hunter Biden's laptop that favored elites over everyday viewers. He vowed transparent reporting—sharing what he knows, when he knows it, and correcting errors openly, amid Gallup polls showing just 28% trust in news.

I was resolved that we would be spending the remainder of our morning watching a nearly two-hour (1:55:55) video streamed December 30 (2025) to Rumble's PeopleForPeople2022 channel: DR.RIMA E. LAIBOW (MD) TRUTH REPORTS TUESDAY 11 PM UK - 3 PM PACIFIC - 5 PM CENTRAL - 6 PM EASTERN.

Rima E. Laibow, M.D. is Medical Director of the Natural Solutions Foundation. She is a graduate of Albert Einstein College of Medicine (1970) who believes passionately in the right of Americans to choose their own health paths. She has practiced drug-free, natural medicine for 50 years by seeking the underlying cause of every illness and ailment and treating that root cause.

https://www.ipetitions.com/petition/i-will-not-comply-declaration/

SINGING PIG PDF

https://preventgenocide2030.org/

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But after several minutes of the three folks on the ZOOM (or whatever) call just 𝓈𝒽ℴℴ𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 and not getting right into the purpose of the video, I felt aligned with my grumbling brother and tuned out.

By this time my wife had risen to shower, apparently scheduled with a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She left while my brother and I were watching Shetland ─ episode five ("Blue Lightning – Part 1") of season or series two.

The final video we watched was one I had downloaded. It was 22 minutes (22:51) and had been uploaded April 24, 2023, to YouTube's GS97 TREND channel: 30 Dogs Trying to Save You Being Swallowed by a Python, What Will Happen Next? | Wild Animals.

A lot of the animal clashes were certainly interesting, but the wretched A.I. narration put me off so severely that I do not intend to ever watch a video from the channel again.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest after that last video. I gathered together what was going to be my supper after 5 p.m. ─ just the one meal today.

I did not think that I would manage a light exercise session in the latter afternoon in my wife's vacant bedroom due to how hungry and listless I felt, but at 3:15 p.m. I decided to go for it, and got 'er done.

A naked weigh-in immediately afterwards scaled out at around 181 pounds ─ the extra few pounds are remaining put, it seems.

Right now at 6:20 p.m., I am going to take a blogging break to watch a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer because I have not had a drink of alcohol today, but I am feeling a little anxiety and thus in the need.

I will finish up this post later in the evening.

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After my supper, I chose to watch 2019's Christmas Sweethearts ─ also known as My Best Friend's Christmas. My source was this m.OK.ru link, but there were others I could have tried.

Only one name in the cast seemed familiar: Trevor Eve. If it was the same guy, I wondered if I would recognize him, for I only know of him from the 1979/1980 T.V. series Shoestring.

Well, if I did not know to expect him, I would never in my life have recognized that it was he portraying the lead actress's father. There was nothing similar to the handsome young "Eddie Shoestring" character.

But I would likely not be recognized by anyone who knew me back in 1979/1980 either when I was 29 and turning 30.

Lead actress Breanne Hill was unknown to me, but certainly beautiful. She reminded me somewhat of Minka Kelly ─ even her voice was almost as soft and gentle.

The movie was nice to watch, but not quite my kind of Christmas movie. It never really affected me emotionally, good though I thought it to be.

One other thing I do not care for are Christmas movies that only play original Christmas music I've never heard of and do not care if I ever hear again.

As a result of having eaten beforehand, I was able to make one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) do me ─ quite a feat for a 1½-hour period of time.

I suppose that the movie finished barely ahead of 8:30 p.m., by which time my brother had already gotten home earlier.

I watched one further show that ended just ahead of 9:50 p.m. It was The 100 ─ episode seven ("Nevermind") of season six. My source was this uFLIX.to link. That ended with more of an emotional excitement burst than anything I got out of the Christmas movie.

This time my can of Cariboo Malt was 8%. It's from a newer brewage batch than the 7.9% product.

But it was not sufficient, so I poured myself a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum and tuned in the teen sitcom Victorious ─ the pilot episode one of the first season. My source was uploaded August 27, 2013, to YouTube's Mdeu channel: Victorious S01E01-Pilot FULL EPISODE.

I was not keen on its opening, and I hope it was not the rum thereafter, but I started to love the episode! And Ariana Grande is the Cat Valentine character? I never suspected anything of the sort. I only thought that she was cute and seemed to have unshowcased great legs.

I wanted to try the series because an actress I am interested in was featured at some point in the series, But now I cannot remember who it was. I hope I notice her when her time comes. I'll keep following the series.

The show ended around 11 p.m., and my wife got home a few minutes later.

Right now it is 11:39 p.m. and I am getting to bed with my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. Believe it or not, my wife has spoken nothing to me anytime she has passed my open bedroom doorway. And thus it shall remain after I shut my bedroom door and get to my own bed.

Drowning Ghost

When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed last night, I felt too in need of my sleep to be rising for an outing to the elementary school playground, so I cancelled the alarm and reset it for 6 a.m. so that at least I could have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed after 7:30 a.m. when it became light enough to be able to see in there.

And thus it was that I rose at 6 a.m.

When there was sufficient daylight shortly after 7:30 a.m., I first checked to see if my wife's car was here out front, but it was not, so I knew she was not asleep in her bedroom and would not be emerging later in the morning for work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ if so scheduled.

I am still stuck at a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I would fare better if I had an actual chin-up bar to exercise on ─ not the thick sides of the child's slide ladder that is stretched across some rafters. I cannot grip it ─ only cup my hands overtop it. For chin-ups, I can kind of get my thumbs hooked up allowing a semi-grip, but it causes great stress to the inside of my wrists at the base of the thumbs because of the awkward position of my hands.

And the ladder's glossy blue paint is slick to boot, so the thing is a poor workout accessory.

But after doing the final pull-up between the ladder's two sides, I held the dead hang for at least a 50-count before stopping because my hands were sliding too far off and the drop to the floor is probably a fall of a yard ─ too traumatic for my damaged right knee. It probably wouldn't be ideal for my 'good' one, either ─ back on November 1, 2010, I tore the quadriceps tendon off the knee cap (patella), and it had to be surgically reattached November 5 of 2010.

Anyway, I finished up my exercising out there with the squats I employ to try and improve my knees and their mobility.

By the way, yesterday afternoon when I had stripped down to have a bath, my naked body weight was approximately 181 pounds. For almost all of 2025 I had a naked body weight in the 170s anytime I checked, but it appears that this may now be a feature of my past. 

My younger brother did not emerge from his bedroom this morning too much ahead of 9 a.m. And it was at least 9:10 a.m. before I joined him for some morning T.V.

He almost immediately invited me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, so I tuned in a 14-minute (14:10) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: “My Newsroom Tried to Silence Me — I Recorded the Conversation”.

This was revelatory! Anita has often referred to this ZOOM (or whatever it was) call, but this is the first time she has released video of herself on the receiving end of the call.

Because of my concern and deep regard for the fiery little lady, I am going to post her full description to her video.

I've sat on this video for years and have never uploaded here.
I thought it might cause me legal trouble in the past and I just moved on with my life. I feel this is an important video because I've talked so much about being let go from Global News. My friend came over and recorded this video and legally I'm allowed to record a meeting that I am participating in.

In the meeting is my Operations Manager, Al Wright, Nathan from Unifor and Jane McDonnell Singh from HR. (People Team)

For what it's worth here are some email of those in charge of the narrative during the World Event.

HR - jane.mcdonnell-singh@corusent.com
Ops Manager - Al.Wright@globalnews.ca

HR - People@corusent.com

These people put your news on, the producers, writers, reporters: GlobalBCNewsProducer/Writers@corusent.com

The head honcho of the newsroom is Bhupinder Hundal Bhupinder.Hundal@globalnews.ca

Gerry Belec is weasel, manager type that threw me out of the building: Gerry.Belec@globalnews.ca
Gerry.Belec@corusent.com; 
Michael is responsible for news coverage, a supervising producer: Michael.Hennigar@global.ca

Global News main switchboard 604-420-2288

Then I tried a 52-minute (52:22) video published two days ago to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Dave Smith: Navigating Online Hate and Moral Panic.

Dave Smith is a stand-up comedian, writer, and political commentator best known for blending sharp humor with uncompromising libertarian analysis.

He is the host of the widely popular podcast “Part of the Problem” and this is his first time on Redacted.

Unfortunately, my fussy brother ─ who was distracted because of being involved with his laundering and whatever else ─ complained after about 10 minutes, so at the 10:38-minute mark I backed out of it, despite finding it interesting enough because I was actually paying attention to it.

At the same channel, I next tried a 49-minute (49:26) published there three days ago titled DARK FORCES are Destroying Hollywood, and it's never coming back.

We're watching the destruction of Hollywood happening in real time. The dark forces that have been running that city for many decades are finally being exposed. Hollywood actors and directors who once worked in the belly of the beast are moving out of that town.

About midway through after one of my brother's lengthy absences mucking about with his laundry, he returned and complained disinterest again, but I withstood cancelling out once more just because he was too lame to attend the interesting video.

We watched just two further videos, both of which I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive.

The first was eight minutes (8:53) and had been uploaded September 28, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: 118 people SLAUGHTERED by Wolves | Did wolves really kill an entire wedding party in Russia?

In March of 1911 the New York Times released a brief article describing the terrifying death of a 118 people in a wolf attack. To make matters ever worse the people were returning from a wedding in Russia when the massive pack of wolves attacked. In this episode I examine the report from the New York Times as well as some more recent wolf activity in Russia. Is it possible that the report is true or is something else going on?

After that it was 15 Storeys High ─ episode four ("The Plough") of the second season or series. My source was here at Archive.org where all of the episodes appear to be available.

I will be pleased when the series is finished after the next episode. It's just too pointless and unrealistically silly.

Although it was possibly no later than 11:10 a.m. when the episode completed, my brother announced his intention to return to his bedroom for further bed rest because he was heading off by bus to play pool in the very early afternoon.

I was a little surprised to hear my wife come into the house just before noon. She spent considerable time speaking with her youngest son downstairs. I meantime was shut up in the bathroom when she finally came upstairs and she apparently went directly to bed, closing her bedroom door.

I had eaten ahead of 10 a.m., so I was back to bed for a nap roughly midway through the noon hour. Unfortunately, for the first time in what seems weeks, I did not nap well.

My wife was scheduled to work the latter part of the day, so shortly after 3 p.m. she left on her fairly long drive. Awhile later, I had a light exercise session in her vacant bedroom.

And then I got deeply involved in a dreadfully and frustratingly time-consuming effort to download a video that kept showing up as an MS-DOS Application instead of the MP4 format I wanted.

Anyway, it is now 6:37 p.m. and I am going to have my second meal of the day and start watching some shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Incidentally, my second morning mug of instant coffee was spiked with Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol). I didn't need it, but I'm feeling antsy this evening, so I do need the buzz now.

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I wound up watching all of an English-dubbed Swedish movie that I had only thought to watch a portion of, yet even though it was listed at being not too shy of two hours (1:52:19), I managed to hold myself to a beer after eating my supper through the movie's beginning.

It was 2004's Strandvaskaren (Drowning Ghost); my source was an October 16, 2024, upload to YouTube's Jacko TV channel: Strandvaskaren + DVD Extras (2004) - English sub.The actual video was roughly 38 minutes over an hour ─ not 52 minutes. The additional 14 minutes were maybe three or four minutes of closing credits, and then all of those "DVD extras" that included interviews with some of the actors that were not dubbed in English, alas.

I had been interested in it because it was supposedly an early acting gig for Helena Mattsson, but I never noticed her. But I don't know what she looks like ─ I have just begun to be interested in seeing her work because she is apparently something of an action star.

Possibly the movie ended around 8:30 p.m., and my brother arrived home soon thereafter. I would have downloaded and saved the movie to watch at some future date with him, but his vision is too deteriorated to be able to easily read subtitles anymore.

It had begun raining early after dark, and I could hear that it was still happening when the movie was done.

Too early for bed, I struggled a little whether to watch Harlots due to its length, but decided I would ─ episode two of season two. My source was this OK.ru link.

It's a good series, yet I managed to hold myself to just a second can of beer despite considering quickening its consumption in order to indulge in wine or rum.

I am plotting an early half-mile hobble to the nearest pharmacy Sunday morning ─ it opens at 8 a.m., so I would wish to be rising at 6 a.m. to slowly normalize and amass the resolve for the outing. I am going to have to avail myself of a credit union ATM nearby the pharmacy, for I am too insufficient with cash on hand.

I just wish that the mysterious cheque my wife promised two weeks ago ─ and that is supposedly coming in the mail ─ would show up so that she could replace the $500 she just had to have to repay some damned debt.

Right now it is 10:56 p.m., so I am going to brush my teeth for the next 15 or so minutes and then soon be to bed.

Imported • Chateau • Spotlight

Last night my younger brother summoned me downstairs to join him and Bev maybe 10 minutes ahead of midnight ─ she had tuned in the televised New York City New Year's Eve countdown filmed three hours earlier.

Well, at the appointed time, my brother had us all down a Smirnoff vodka & Carolan's Irish Cream mix. But it was only a bit after we had done so that we realized midnight was still three or so minutes away because the T.V. station did not properly synchronize the telecast with Pacific Time.

Bev was not up much longer.

After she left us, I was torn about suggesting we watch something like Planes, Trains and Automobiles for the emotional effect, but I was leery of sitting up excruciatingly late drinking. Then when he tuned in something like the Psi Factor T.V. series, I rose and announced that I wasn't going to watch that nonsense after the passage of 2025 into 2026. It should have been a time for things emotional.

I think he took umbrage, but I returned upstairs to my bedroom and my bedside computer to finish the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had opened after the vodka / Irish Cream toast.

Anon I was to notice my brother seemingly passed out downstairs, but he did eventually revive and decided to go properly to bed, bidding me a good night as he passed by my open bedroom doorway.

If I am remembering correctly, it may have been just past 1:30 a.m. when I went to bed (I hope it wasn't 2:30 a.m.).

Incidentally, my wife texted "Happy New Year" wishes to me at 12:26 a.m. from wherever she was partying. 

Morning for me began when I checked the time at 8:18 a.m. My brother emerged from his bedroom around 9:08 a.m.

I hadn't bothered to assume control of the T.V., so around 9:15 - 9:20 a.m. I joined him and quickly got invited to start operating our Android TV Box.

I decided to lead with Juliet Bravo ─ episode 12 ("Home-Grown or Imported?") of the first season or series.

Thus far the episodes have been available on YouTube, and I believe that our source this time had been uploaded November 19, 2025, to The Draconians. channel: Juliet Bravo-Series 1,Episode 12.

We were to watch just one further video ─ the 1949 movie The Life of Riley. I had it downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive some time ago, but I am unsure of my source ─ possibly from this OK.ru link.

I vaguely recall the T.V. series from when I was a kid in the 1950s. Watching the movie was quite a treat, to be honest ─ even my brother seemed to enjoy the old black & white feature. 

He returned to his bedroom for further bed rest once the movie was over. I didn't pursue a nap until after 1 p.m.

Awhile later, I was up in time to correctly suppose I was hearing my brother leave the house to catch a bus and go social drinking.

I had the second of my two mugs of morning instant coffee well spiked with Lamb's Dark Navy Rum, for I needed the buzz. I napped it off successfully, though.

Around 3:30 p.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed to have what proved to be a half dozen sets of token pull-ups and chin-ups with just a single repetition in each set, but I held the final pull-up's dead hang for a 45-count.

Then I tackled the knee and thigh exercises, seeking to regain proper use of my right leg's knee and lower quadriceps.

Back in the house, I was sorely tempted for some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but this was a bath day, and the pull to get back into some drinking while watching one or two Christmas movies was too strong, so I chose to have the bath instead.

The bath is now done and it is 6:03 p.m. ─ time to break from blogging and start on a Christmas movie and the first of a couple of Cariboo Malts.

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I chose to watch 2019's Christmas at the Chateau. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It was certainly interesting enough. However, it did not provide me the Christmassy schmaltz in the Hallmark vein that I respond best to in Christmas movies ─ I want to dissolve into emotional ruin, and this one was not doing that for me.

I have to say, though, that lead actress Kinsey Leigh Redmond was one deliciously robust figure of a woman, and I did find myself wishing that I had met someone like her in my life.

The movie finished less than five minutes past 8 p.m. Over its course I had drunk a can of beer, and then ate my supper for however long that may have taken as I watched. I finished up with half a glass tumbler of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) ─ approximately four ounces, but I still had half of that remaining.

Tinkering with the notion of trying to rise at 3 a.m. for a foray over to the nearby elementary school playground, I decided not to sit up watching another movie ─ especially one that might actually plummet me emotionally into the depths of regret and loss.

And so I chose to watch Legacies ─ episode 11 ("We're Gonna Need a Spotlight") of the first season. My source was another GOOJARA.to link.

The show was okay ─ lots of hot young actresses to look at.

It finished shortly after 9 p.m., and by then I had added a second can of beer to my evening's drink total after finishing the couple of ounces of red wine remaining in the glass tumbler.

My brother had returned home during the Christmas movie, by the way.

Just ahead of 9:20 p.m., Bev came upstairs to invite me below for partaking of a ham they had cooked, but of course I had eaten during the Christmas movie.

It is time now to brush my teeth. I have an urge to down a good shot of rum, but I will try to resist. It is just that I feel somewhat forlorn ─ as if the alcohol is wearing off.

Maybe some sleep will do. It is 9:28 p.m., and that's all I have to write today, the first day of 2006.