Self Diagnoses

Apart from a couple responses overnight to urinary urgency, I remained in bed until my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. My bedtime had been 10:30 p.m. ─ a half hour after my wife had arrived home.

When I heard her come into the house last evening, I shut my bedroom door to cut myself off from her ─ I am always wary that she will seek to get money from me that I cannot afford her.

She had a full workday today where she works part-time at a Thai restaurant, but she did not emerge from her bedroom until just after 10 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her rather long drive by 10:25 a.m. at latest. 

I believe that we had some rain overnight, as well as betimes today.

My backyard tool shed exercising this morning was again good for what I am able to accomplish anymore in my decrepit old age: two sets of pull-ups (3-1 reps), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps), and two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps) between the sides of the child's slide ladder that I have spread across some rafters, and which is my only means of performing these exercises.

I held the dead hang of the very final pull-up for a 50-count, and then got at the squat exercises to develop my right leg.

As I discovered and reported yesterday, I now believe that my accident last March 1st subluxated my patella (knee cap), as well as resulting in cortical inhibition (arthrogenic muscle inhibition) of the lowermost quadriceps muscles, basically paralyzing them until they had begun to atrophy.

This is all self-diagnosing, for I know of no way to obtain a proper medical examination under Canada's healthcare system. And damned if I'm going to risk spending another 14 hours at a hospital emergency department awaiting some doctor's free time to see me like happened when I went to have myself assessed the day of my accident.

Anyway, this morning I was back into the house and upstairs here at my bedside computer before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. I think that he may have done so before 8 a.m.

Whatever the case, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before joining him, and soon enough got invited to put our T95X Android 9 TV Box to work.

I led us off with a very entertaining 33-minute (33:24) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: When You Want to Divorce Your Country.

We also watched a 1½-minute (1:31) video published yesterday to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: ❤️ RIP Catherine O'Hara (1954-2026) ⭐ The Legendary Journey from Kevin's Mom to Moira Rose: Goodbye, Legend 🌹.

Catherine was quite attractive as a very young woman!

I followed that with Rescue: Special Ops ─ episode one ("Rescue in the Blue Mountains") of the first season. My source was a March 29, 2013, upload to YouTube's yeprealcool channel: Rescue Special Ops season 1 1x01 blue mountains.

I did not realize that Australia had such vast forested regions ─ it was a darned good episode once it got going.

I am unsure now of the sequence of the following four videos, so here they are as I am able to recall them.

First a 20-minute (20:44) video uploaded October 29, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Eskimo Hunters in Alaska - The Traditional Inuit Way of Life | 1949 Documentary on Native Americans.

This short documentary film (1949) shows us the traditional Inuit (aka. Eskimo) way of life in Northwestern Alaska.

The Eskimo are the indigenous peoples who have traditionally inhabited the northern circumpolar region from eastern Siberia (Russia), across Alaska (United States), Canada, and Greenland.

The two main peoples known as "Eskimo" are: the Inuit of Canada, Northern Alaska (sub-group "Inupiat"), and Greenland, and the Yupik of eastern Siberia and Alaska. A third northern group, the Aleut, is closely related to the Eskimo. They share a relatively recent, common ("Paleo-Eskimo") ancestor, and a language group (Eskimo-Aleut).

Alaskans also use the term Alaska Native, which is inclusive of all Eskimo, Aleut and Native American people of Alaska. It does not apply to Inuit or Yupik people originating outside the state.

I was born in 1949, so I would be surprised if any of that Eskimo family were alive today.

Another video was eight minutes (8:36) and had been uploaded January 12, 2025, to YouTube's Ember channel: Wild as a Desert Rose : Car Camping and Canyon Hiking.

In this solo female van life vlog, join me for a relaxing morning in my van at my campsite. Then  come along for a beautiful desert canyon hike in Texas, along a river bordering Mexico! I find an amazing spot to park my minivan camper with a fantastic view of a bridge and the Rio Grande. It's a classic car camping adventure!

The third video that comes to mind was the least interesting. At 14 minutes (14:33), it had been uploaded February 27, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: False History, Forbidden Archaeology - The Swastika Throughout History.

One of the world's oldest symbols, representing good fortune, peace, and light.  The swastika is a very old symbol with use widespread throughout the world. Sometimes referred to as a “Gammadion” “Hakenkreuz” or a “Flyfot,” it traditionally had been a sign of good fortune and well being The word “swastika” is derived from the Sanskrit “su” meaning “well” and “asti” meaning “being.”

A long line of swastikas from around the world are featured (keep watching, it is worth it).  But mainstream science would have us believe that all of these civilizations developed independently from one another.

Countless anomalies are found around the earth which don't fit the mainstream version of history.  They indicate our ancestors lived lives vastly different from what we have been led to believe are facts.

Many suspect that today's dating of historical events may have some errors... on a tall scale.  But history is written by the victors.  History as we know it today was designed and finalized during the 1600s, largely by Joseph Scaliger.

Born in Agen, southern France, into the family of an Italian scholar and physician, Joseph Justus Scaliger studied in Bordeaux and Paris before taking a position as companion to the young French nobleman Louis Chasteigner de la Roche-Posay. With generous resources for travel and study at his disposal, he began work on editions of classical authors and his reputation as an acute textual critic grew. Before Scaliger settled in Leiden in 1593, the pair had travelled together through Italy, England, and Scotland, and — following the massacre of St Bartholomew in 1572 — Scaliger had fled to and resided in Geneva for two years.

During his lifetime, Scaliger was regarded as one of the greatest scholars of his age and throughout his substantial surviving correspondence both the extraordinary range and the spectacular ambition of his interests are documented meticulously.

Scaliger’s surviving correspondence amounts to 1,669 letters, written between 1561 and 1609. About two-thirds of the letters are in Latin, many with substantial Greek and Hebrew components, and almost all of the remainder is written in French.

The fourth and final video was The Life of Riley ─ episode one ("Tonsils") of the only season featuring Jackie Gleason. I had the episode downloaded and thus I am now unclear, but it may be that my source was this Archive.org link ─ I no longer remember.

Hey, my evening is well on, so I want to halt blogging for a while so I can watch some shows here on my bedside computer while doing some drinking.

But I want to mention that after some light exercising around 3:15 p.m. in my wife's vacant bedroom, I stripped down naked for a weigh-in, and registered 180 pounds. I was 181 pounds the previous two bath days (January 25 and 29) when I had stripped down. Today, though, I did not have a meal until shortly after 6 p.m., so that may have accounted for the diminishment of a pound.

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My first show was Harlots ─ episode four of the second season. My source was this OK.ru link.

I was delightfully caught off guard by the bountifully full thighs that were displayed by actress Eloise Smyth as the "Lucy Wells" character in this episode.

And so went a can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol).

My second show was The 100 ─ episode nine ("What You Take With You") of season six. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

The episode was interesting enough, but I was never in the least emotionally caught up in it. In fact, I despised the "Abby" character for conning some dupe into sacrificing his well-built body and life so that her lover "Kane" could live on in the younger man's body.

Basically, I guess, the episode was below what I expected. I didn't even care when "Kane" had himself killed by ejecting into space. I felt nothing. His act was a wasted gesture where I am concerned ─ it should have been her (or both of them together).

And so went a second can of beer. I think the show ended just ahead of 10 p.m.

I have little time to waste if I am to be abed by midnight, but my third show was a sitcom that earlier I was unsure I would be able to squeeze in ─ I badly wanted the glass tumbler (c. eight ounces) of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) that I would be drinking during it, so I had to tune it in.

'Twas Entourage ─ episode five ("The Script and the Sherpa") of season one. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

I don't much like the main characters, but I certainly do enjoy all of the gorgeous babes in this series. That's what keeps me invested.

Holy crap! I just discovered that a heavily-bearded pot-raising 'guru' was played by Val Kilmer! No clue at all ─ I wondered if the guy might be anyone known to me.

I have to quit blogging, for I want to rise at 6 a.m. tomorrow to do some grocery shopping after the store a half mile off opens at 8 a.m.

A Lot of Good to Do

Despite some latter-night awakening, my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm was to rouse me to rise and begin my morning.

My younger brother came downstairs for the morning just as I was about to head outside to the backyard tool shed for a session of exercises.

I am still managing what amounts for me as being good numbers in the pull-ups and chin-ups off the sides of the child's metal slide ladder that I have stretched athwart some roof rafters ─ it is the only means I have for these exercises, poor as it is because the diameter of the sides is too wide to allow me to engulf it securely in my hands as would be the case with a proper chin-up bar.

So the opening two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps) was followed by two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps), and then came the two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's two sides (2-1) before I held the last pull-up's dead hang for a 50-count.

Note that I cannot recall how many weeks ago it was that the first of those two sets between the ladder's sides witnessed me manage two pull-ups.

And of course, I finished with the squat variations to do what I can to strengthen my right leg's atrophied quadriceps muscles, although I cannot see how I can ever regain proper use of my knee. If I was not the prisoner that I am of my environment and could be out walking every day at my whim, I would seek to try numerous manoeuvres to challenge my knee, including attempts to jog. But I shall be no one's spectacle of entertainment ─ I have no such privacy, and thus remain shut up here in my home.

Incidentally, it has been quite a wet day ─ sometimes the rain has been intense.

After returning into the house and then my bedroom to spend time here at my bedside computer, I was downstairs again by 8:50 a.m. to prepare what I would be having for my day's first meal, and then just ahead of 9 a.m. I joined my brother for some T.V., although I had to wait until between 9:10 - 9:15 a.m. ere he invited me to tune in something via our old T95X Android 9 TV Box.

The first video we watched was 16½ minutes, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Breaking: New Nipah Virus "Pandemic" Being Pushed By Laughable Mainstream Media Clowns.

Breaking: "Nipah Virus Pandemic" Fear P.0.R.N All Over Mainstream Media. I show the absolutely LAUGHABLE stats. 5 People "Infected" and ONE Sick In A Country Of 1.47 Billion. 2026 Here We Go Again. Don't Miss This One!

After that we watched Soldier Soldier ─ episode six ("Loyal to the Corps") of season one. Our source had been uploaded June 11, 2025, to YouTube's Nullify channel: Soldier Soldier | S01E06 | Loyal to the Corps.

My brother and I figured unanimously a 'good riddance' to a "Donna" character who seemed little more than a tart and faithless wife as she abandoned her soldier husband who was being sent off on a six-month stint in military prison. But now in checking out actress Rosie Rowell who portrayed the wife, I see that the character was to be a regular in five seasons (or series).

It will be interesting to see how she gets worked back into the series.

The final video that we watched was the 44 or so minutes remaining of the movie we had postponed finishing yesterday ─ 1973's Enter the Dragon. I am almost positive that we watched some or all of it long ago independently of one another, but I cannot point to anything solid that I could remember.

Our source for the movie had been published January 1, 2025, to BitChute's TrueMoviesMan🎬: €♑t€rt♓€Dr@g⚪♑ (1973). Probably the ridiculous titling at BitChute is to hide the movie's actual name due to potential problems with copyright claim.

So much of the movie was hokey, but it was still interesting enough.

I have to say that Bruce Lee's various fighting vocal sounds are absolutely Gay and for me negatively distracted from the action ─ it made the scenes comedic. Likewise the ludicrous close-up exaggerated facial expressions that belonged in silent era moving pictures.

And why did every punch and kick ─ no mater to what part of the body ─ make the very same cracking sound? Fighting sound effects should have been treated more seriously. Why would a punch to the gut sound just like one to the head?

Oh, well. It's been watched and is now behind us.

My brother sought his further bed rest following the movie, and I may have even made it to bed just ahead of noon for my nap, since I had eaten much earlier. If I did make it back to bed by noon, then despite some trouble finding sleep, I remained in bed for a little over 1¾ hours. By then, my brother had left afoot for a bus to take him social drinking.

Early in the latter afternoon ─ maybe 3:15 p.m. or soon thereafter ─ I resorted to my wife's bedroom for a light exercising session.

Right now it is 5:17 p.m., and I am about to have a light supper ─ my day's second and final meal. Then I shall watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

I will finish this post later in the evening.

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I first watched A Gifted Man ─ episode nine ("In Case of Abnormal Rhythm") of the only season. My source was this Sflix.fi link.

Dang, that one turned out to be an emotional ride. I had finished a can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol) before it had finished, whether or not the show was responsible for the quickened drinking.

By 7 p.m. it was over, and two minutes later I heard my brother come into the house.

My second show ended barely past 8 p.m., as did my second can of beer. The show was Legacies ─ episode 13 ("The Boy Who Still Has a Lot of Good to Do") of the first season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

It was very interesting and all, but even though I was surprised that they killed off the "Landon" character (which turned out not to be true), not once through the entire episode did I feel emotionally involved. It was only interesting and even exciting at times.

I wonder why it never affected me emotionally?

At this point I took the 15-or-so minutes to brush my teeth, and then I poured myself a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in Victorious ─ episode seven ("Robarazzi") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

The gorgeous young gals have me hooked, but I just cannot take my eyes off Ariana Grande's face anytime she is in view ─ her beautiful guileless innocence absolutely blows me away!

And them legs ─ the best of the lot, by my estimation.

I feel to be in such a vast void of emptiness because of the social vacuum that I exist in ─ I needed to have young ladies in my life, but it never developed for me. Young lads were never my thing, yet I ended up wed to a woman with two young sons.

But that is territory I am not presently prepared to start marching into.

It is presently exceptionally early for me to have arrived at this point with my scheduled bedroom drinking and T.V. series-watching completed. Mayhaps I should soon call it quits for today and get myself to bed. However, doing so is going to find me rising exceptionally early due to my impaired ability to sleep.

I did some online research about my knee, and have pretty much established as likely the self-diagnosis I have been harbouring concerning my knee ─ I believe that my patella was detached or dislocated from that pile-drive into a cement floor that was my lot last March 1st.

ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀 the Canadian government at every damned level that has resulted in a healthcare system making it impossible to easily been seen by a knowledgeable specialist ─ it is no longer possible for me to even be given an appointment at a damned walk-in clinic. Any near only accept patients they already have on the books.

There are politicians responsible for this debacle who deserve more than mere imprisonment.

Enough ─ it is 9:46 p.m. Maybe I will see about being to bed in a half hour or so, despite the penalty for doing so. My morning will probably commence at 4 a.m. if not even before.

Rock Bottom - You Lose

With the usual failure to sleep through the latter few hours of my night, I decided to rise around something like 4:15 a.m., and I tended to a few errands downstairs. I even considered boiling water for a strong instant coffee and remaining up for the morning.

Fortunately, I did not do so, for I began to decline enough before the arrival of 5 a.m. that I returned to bed to rest until my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded. I likely slipped into some sleep towards the end.

For the second consecutive night we have had some rain, so temperatures are mild.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom just ahead of 7:30 a.m. to watch early news programmes, but I did not let this deter me from a visit to the backyard tool shed for some exercise.

Before I began, I realized that an ongoing noise I was hearing was not something muffled and off in the distance ─ it seemed to be coming from somewhere within the shed. It almost sounded like the slow back and forth swipe of a windshield wiper in rain, but as said, very muffled.

Then I remembered several days ago hearing something similar on the roof just outside my bedroom window that carried on for probably over an hour ─ I'm certain it was a raccoon.

So creeped out, I came back into the house for a flashlight and then shone it about in the cluttered shed, and I even did so up on the rafters, but I detected nothing. Either the animal was hidden behind clutter or in some blocked cupboards that have bicycles and other objects piled against them; or else it was within the shed wall.

At least the activity and excitement limbered me up and I quite comfortably handled the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, beginning with two sets of pull-ups (3-1), two sets of chin-ups (2-2), and two sets of pull-ups ─ one repetition each ─ between the sides of the child's metal slide ladder that I have spread across some rafters as my sole means for these exercises.

I felt like I could have forced out a second pull-up between the ladder's sides, but I had concern it would impinge my dead hang at the conclusion of the very last pull-up, which I held for a 50-count.

Then I dealt with the squat work to rebuild strength and size in my right leg's quadriceps, and use of the knee itself.

Back in the house I was downstairs to join my brother by maybe 8:50 a.m., but I did first put together what was to be my first meal of the day.

He turned the T.V. over to me between 9:10 - 9:15 a.m., at which time I used our Android TV Box to tune in a 12-minute (12:38) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Cow Fart Farce as University Removes Beef from Menu.

I adore Anita Krishna! 

Then I selected an hour-long (1:01:49) video published yesterday at Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: Worldwide Jenga – How does the Venezuela piece fit? Taking Every Thought Captive.

In this monocast, Scott breaks down the Venezuela deception and discusses discernment tools to avoid the traps of the enemy.

There are quite a number of links in the full video description, so please refer to it if interested.

Next up was You ─ episode five ("Living with the Enemy") of the first season. I sure hope this series does not end inconclusively ─ the central character must not be allowed to escape his deserved fate.

We finished up with an older movie, but stopped into the 58-minute mark; likely we will complete watching it tomorrow.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest; and since I had eaten earlier, I was to bed ahead of 12:30 p.m. for approximately 1½ hours. At rousing, I initially believe I was sleeping at night and I was about to assume a new position conducive for further sleep; but then I heard one or more crows, and I realized that they only move about during the day. That was when reality entered my understanding, so I rose from a mere nap and of course not a nighttime sleep.

This has been a bath day, but I ensured that first I had my light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom early in the latter afternoon.

It still gets dark by around 5 p.m. Not much thereafter I heard it to be raining outside.

I had my bath; and then while having my very light supper (my day's second meal) ─ just a small mandarin orange, a can of Brunswick sardines, and a rather large apple ─ my brother arrived home from his earlier public transit to go social drinking.

With the bath and supper finished, it was time for a bit of T.V. shows here on my bedside computer, along with ─ of course ─ the usual allotted drinking of late.

First I tuned in The Expanse ─ episode six ("Rock Bottom") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

I had forgotten most of this series, for I have not watched the earlier episodes since 2018. I used to do so with my brother in the evenings when we were drinking. Only since Bev moved in here at the end of last February have I begun revisiting those older series that sort of fell to the wayside. Unfortunately, back then I rarely identified what episode we were watching ─ I would only mention the series here in my blog. Thus, I am having considerable trouble figuring out just where we left off.

And I am watching many of these series by myself ─ life is too short to try and include my brother anymore.

And so went my first can of Cariboo Strong (7% alcohol).

My second can was shared with Stargirl ─ episode five ("Hourman and Dr. Mid-Nite") of the first season. My source was yet another 1Movies.bz link.

In the opening credits I saw the name Lou Ferigno, Jr. listed, so all episode I watched for the famous bodybuilder. I have only now researched and discovered that he is merely the son of the bodybuilder. In the episode, "Junior" played the original "Hourman" character who was murdered along with his wife "Pat".

But I enjoyed the episode; and I was in fact affected inspirationally and emotionally betimes ─ something The Expanse episode never once did.

I usually brush my teeth before finishing up my evening's entertainment with a sitcom and whatever I drink to enjoy the show, but the two beers were ineffectual ─ I was diminishing in the desired buzz. 

Thus, I finished up with a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and Kitchen Confidential ─ episode five ("You Lose, I Win") of the only season. And my source was this third 1Movies.bz link.

And so it is now 11:33 p.m. ─ I must publish this post now and fast wrap up whatever else I must so that I can get to bed.

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I enjoyed my extra-long time in bed last night; and even when I rose to use the toilet around 5 a.m. and gave serious consideration to just remain up and cancel my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, I gave sleep a good shot.

When my cellphone alarm sounded, initially I never heard it because I was lying on my right side and my left ear had become blocked (a chronic problem for me when I lie on a side). As a result, a full minute passed before I became aware of the faint alarm.

Between that, and recollection of what could only have been a couple fragments of dream, I had to accept that I had gotten back into some sleep.

At points overnight I had heard it raining rather hard outside ─ our stretch of very frosty nights was at an end.

When I had my backyard tool shed exercising ─ six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups off the sides of a child's slide ladder that I have spread across some rafters ─ I matched my recent several mornings, but it was something of a strain. I am having to force it now, making the match only because I have previous sessions as an achievable target.

Ultimately, this traditionally leads to an overwork situation because my ageing physiology does become overworked due to the stressed muscles and such failing to sufficiently recover from previous sessions.

But for the present, at least: two sets of pull-ups (3-1 repetitions), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 repetitions), and two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the ladder (one pull-up in each set). I held the dead hang of that last pull-up for a 50-count.

Then the squat work to rebuild strength and size in my damaged right leg's quadriceps muscles, most especially at the knee.

My younger brother had meantime risen and was watching T.V. when I came back into the house. I do not believe that it was yet 8 a.m.

I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him for some morning T.V., and soon got his invitation to start operation of our old T95X Android 9 TV Box.

First I tuned in a 1⅔-hour (1:42:56) video that had been streamed January 22 to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: Episode 460: MOVING THE NEEDLE.

A major court ruling in Canada has declared Prime Minister Trudeau’s use of emergency powers against the trucker convoys illegal, including freezing bank accounts and silencing dissent. Is this a turning point for government overreach worldwide? Del and Jefferey Jaxen report.

Jefferey Jaxen examines growing claims from Senator Rand Paul that the Department of Justice may be blocking accountability for Anthony Fauci, despite mounting evidence of suppressed debate and destroyed records.

Plus, Del sits down with pediatrician Dr. Joel “Gator” Warsh, who once trusted the vaccine program, until “the science” no longer supported it. Can honest conversation restore trust and reveal common ground?

Our second and final video was the nearly half that remained of a video we had to break from yesterday morning due to its length. At over two hours (2:09:28), it had been uploaded February 27, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Energy Technology Breakthrough - Michael Tellinger and the Ubuntu Movement.

Michael Tellinger at the Breakthrough Energy Movement Conference, 2012 Holland.  Michael Tellinger is a scientist, explorer and internationally acclaimed author who has become an authority on the origins of humankind and the vanished civilizations of southern Africa. Scholars have told us that the first civilization on Earth emerged in a land called Sumer some 6000 years ago. New archaeological and scientific discoveries made by Michael Tellinger, and a team of leading scientists, show that the Sumerians and even the Egyptians inherited all their knowledge from an earlier civilization that lived at the southern tip of Africa more than 200,000 years ago… mining gold. Michael Tellinger presents just some of the startling scientific evidence that led to his groundbreaking discoveries and conclusions. He further suggests how we can learn from those early humans in our search for peace and a harmonious, unified world, with abundance for all.

Ubuntu Liberation Movement -  We, the people, have appointed the politicians as our servants to do the best they can for us - the people. The politicians and the government have failed us dramatically and have betrayed the dream of Nelson Mandela and many other humans of integrity who dedicated their lives to our freedom. Today, as South Africans and the rest of humanity, we face a greater threat than any other threat we have faced before. The threat of absolute enslavement by those who control the global economy and the financial systems.

Credo Mutwa's father was a former Catholic catechist from the Embo district near Inanda. His mother was the descendant of a long line of Zulu medicine-men and custodians of tribal lore and customs. His parents parted shortly after Vusamazulu's birth, because his mother refused to convert to Christianity.

Mutwa was educated by his maternal grandfather, a medicine-man, and carrying the bags for him, the boy learned some of the older man's secrets.  In 1928 Vusamazulu was taken to the Transvaal by his father. They lived on a farm near Potchefstroom.  After twenty years of different farms the father found employment in one of the Johannesburg mines as a carpenter.

There are a number of links beneath the YouTube description that I am not going to take the bother of reproducing, so go there if the topic interests you.

I found the first half of the video that concerned itself with speculative archaeology to be curious and interesting, but much was impossibly far-fetched.

As for Michael Tellinger's description of contributionism as he imagines it, the concept is impossible with human beings as they are. We are essentially selfish ─ we need personal material gain to motivate us to apply ourselves as in occupations. We would not long be working just for the betterment of the community at large.

Can you imagine spending your years working all day or night for free in a plywood mill, for example? I tried the job as a teen and could not bear it ─ for me, the stress was absolutely frightening. No amount of money would have been incentive enough ─ forget doing it without pay and only for the benefit of one's fellow Man!

I am not of a communal mindset to begin with. I am reclusive by nature. I want to live far from other people. I have been this way ─ aware of it, at least ─ since I was at least as young as 14 (I am 76 now).

I just don't want to be around people ─ plain and simple, and end of story. To have been able to go back in time and devote my life working for nothing, and just for the betterment of my community and my fellow Man ─ forget it! Leave me be!

Anyway, that's me.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for more rest, I was likely back to bed before 12:30 p.m., for I had eaten fairly early into watching T.V. with my brother.

But sleep was difficult ─ I wanted it, but I felt wired. I doubt that I was abed 1½ hours, and only seemed to deteriorate in that I felt like I was close to the consequences of bad eyestrain in the sense of migraine, but without an actual perceivable headache.

By the way, I never heard my wife come home last night, but at some point she was to slip two $100 bills under my bedroom door ─ probably all I am going to receive from her of the $500 she had gotten from me three or four weeks ago ... or was it longer back?

She did not have to work today, so she had still not risen by the time I sought that nap during the noon hour. Yet she was not home when I rose.

She had gone shopping.

We actually had a little conversation betimes after she was back home, but she was not here to stay. Around 4:40 p.m. she left without a word to me, and I expect that she won't be back until at least Friday.

I was in no mind for the usual light exercise session in her bedroom by then ─ I need to deal with these sessions earlier in the afternoon than that. (My bedroom is too tiny and cluttered to allow exercising.)

But I will have all day tomorrow for exercising at my whim, as already said ─ she is unlikely to return until Friday.

As the afternoon today winds to a close, I feel myself to be hitting quite a decline. In fact, I am going to break from this post to lie down in darkness for a while until I can recover enough to have a small supper and then try and get into a couple or so shows and some drinking.

Right now it is 5:40 p.m., and I hear some rain beginning outside.

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With no delight, the first show on my viewing list proved to be The Flash ─ episode nine ("It's My Party and I'll Die If I Want To") of season nine. My source was this CineGo.co link.

It sure will be good to be done with "Barry Allen" and his endless pontificating. This episode was made bearable by having the gorgeous actresses to look at ─ Kayla Compton ("Allegra") looked especially hot in the bare-shouldered sweater she wore this episode.

The episode finished by 7:26 p.m., and I realized that my brother was already back (from his daily social drinking) and was now watching T.V. and drinking with Bev.

Next I happily watched Superman & Lois ─ almost everything by way of interest and excitement that The Flash is not. The episode was season two's episode 12 ("Lies That Bind"). My source was another CineGo.co link.

My big complaint, though, is that I am getting entirely fed up with the villainess "Ally" character ─ the ageing dame needs to be gotten rid of fast, 'cause I cannot continue watching episode after episode with this woman as a threat. She is nothing to me, and I am not in the least convinced of her power, so let's move on to someone more believable.

Too bad about Superman's brother, though ─ how the Hell did he wind up on her Earth anyway? Did she overpower him physically and take him away with her?

Feeble, man!

Anyway, the episode ended shortly ahead of 8:30 p.m., and I had drunk a second can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol), having drunk the first can during The Flash.

I thereafter took the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth, and then I poured a glass tumbler (eight or so ounces) of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

'Twas time for a sitcom. Specifically, Whitney ─ episode four ("Hello Giggles") of season two. This time, my source was a CineGo.tv link. (If you did not catch the difference, the two previous sources above were .co and not .tv.)

I have not felt as sleepy this evening as I have felt for the past several evenings, but I have no idea why. I still would like to be abed before even 11 p.m., if possible. I'm done with the shows and the drinking for this evening.

Heck, maybe I will just publish this post now and carry on with whatever I need to do to clear away the remainder of my evening here at my bedside computer, for it is 10:09 vp.m.

Too Close

That image made me laugh aloud!

But on with today's narrative, beginning with the end of last night's sleep.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., but after some wakefulness I decided to obtain relief in the bathroom, and so I checked the time ─ it was 4:51 a.m.

I returned to bed, but exactly a half hour later I checked the time again because I was no nearer falling back into any sleep. Since it was 5:21 a.m., the odds were stacked against me of gaining any further sleep before 6 a.m., so I just rose for the morning.

I was later to have my backyard tool shed exercises and was back in the house just ahead of 8 a.m. The session was another in which I opened with three pull-ups, then settled on one in the second set; then two sets of two chin-ups in each; and the closing single repetition in each of the two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some rafters and which is my sole means of these exercises.

I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count before tackling the squat work to keep my damaged right leg's quadriceps muscles strengthening.

I do not recall when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, but it may have been ahead of 8:30 a.m. And as usual, I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him for some morning T.V. Actually, I went downstairs a little after 8:50 a.m., but I spent time in the kitchen fixing up a heated breakfast. It proved to be too heated, for I had to let it sit for some while to cool a little, but even then it was cruel to my mouth's interior.

My wife had another full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom a bit past 9:20 a.m., which is slightly earlier than usual; and was away just past 10 a.m. after showering and otherwise readying herself for her longish drive and her long day.

I was to discover later that she helped herself to $40 from my account, leaving just $2 and change in the balance. She's bleeding me for whatever she can get ─ I wish God would make it financially possible for me to get away from here in honourable fashion.

As for shows I watched with my brother once he relinquished the T.V. to me so I could put our T95X Android 9 TV Box to work, I led us off with a two-hour video streamed January 22 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #211: Too Dangerous To Publish? Vaccine Data vs. Vaccine Dogma.

This Thursday on VSRF Live, we welcome Brian Hooker, PhD, and Karl Jablonowski, PhD — two powerhouse research scientists with Children’s Health Defense (CHD) — for an in-depth conversation on vaccine safety, research integrity, and emerging data that raise serious public-health questions.

Dr. Brian Hooker is a biologist, author, and Chief Scientific Officer at CHD, widely known for his work on vaccine safety, data transparency, and neurodevelopmental outcomes. His research and advocacy focus on evaluating public-health claims against real-world data and defending open scientific inquiry in the face of political and institutional pressure.

Joining him is Dr. Karl Jablonowski, Senior Research Scientist at CHD, whose work centers on epidemiology, vaccine policy, and data analysis. Dr. Jablonowski has become a leading voice examining how public-health decisions are made — and where gaps exist between official narratives and emerging scientific evidence.

Together, Dr. Hooker and Dr. Jablonowski will discuss their research on aluminum adjuvants in vaccines, including findings from a recently published paper co-authored with internationally recognized experts in aluminum toxicology — Christopher Exley, Chris Shaw, Yehuda Shoenfeld, and Guillemette Crépeaux — examining biological and neurodevelopmental risks associated with aluminum exposure. 📄 https://sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0946672X25002238

They will also address their recently withdrawn preprint, “Increased Mortality Associated with 2-Month-Old Infant Vaccinations.” The paper was removed from the preprint platform following an advisory board decision under site policy. The authors did not request the withdrawal, and the withdrawal notice and author information remain publicly available. The authors plan to republish their work on an open-science platform.

In addition, they will discuss findings Dr. Jablonowski has described as a “huge revelation” concerning autism and military families. In recent work conducted with Dr. Hooker, the authors report higher rates — and increased severity — of autism among children of U.S. military service members compared to the general population, with risk appearing to increase when both parents served, and among National Guard and active-duty families, even when not deployed. These findings, they argue, warrant serious investigation into potential contributing factors affecting military families.

Also joining the discussion is attorney Rick Jaffe, counsel for the plaintiffs — including Children’s Health Defense — in a bombshell federal lawsuit filed this week against the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP). The suit alleges the AAP violated the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act (RICO) by making false and misleading claims about the safety of the CDC childhood immunization schedule while receiving funding from vaccine manufacturers and pushing financial incentives tied to aggressive pediatric vaccination rate targets. Attorney Jaffe will break down the legal theory behind the case, what the complaint alleges, and why its outcome could have far-reaching implications for medical policy, public trust, and institutional accountability.
📄 https://childrenshealthdefense.org/wp-content/uploads/aap-lawsuit-complaint-redacted.pdf

This conversation will explore the science, the data, and the legal and ethical implications surrounding vaccine policy — and why transparency, accountability, and open scientific inquiry are essential to restoring public trust.

I normally do not reproduce so much description to a video, but the information is worthy. However, my brother and I only watched 30 or 40 minutes of it. Neither of us is statistics-minded, and much ado was being made of this sort of detail. When my brother voiced that he was finding the show "dry", I was sympathetic and thus I closed out of it.

Instead, I tuned in The Outpost ─ episode 12 ("Where Death Lives") of season three. I must say that I was not at all expecting that they would be killing off the "Tobin" character. I am wondering if some especially powerful Kinj will be allowed to intervene and revitalize him? We'll have to wait a few weeks to find out before we next tune in.

Our third and final video was only slightly better than half watched, for it exceeded two hours, and by then it was at least 11:50 a.m. and time for my brother's return to bed for more rest.

I knew that he only had one can of beer remaining in his supply, so I alerted him that I would probably accompany him if he was planning to drive to the government liquor store two miles away to restock.

This meant that I dared not nap, but I did lie in my bed and rested as deep as I could without assuming what is for me an effective sleep posture.

And so the trip was made. I ended up buying two 15-packs of cans of Cariboo Strong (7% alcohol). I've not tried this specific malt before ─ I usually only buy Cariboo Malt at 7.9% or 8% alcohol (depending on the batch). Unfortunately, Cariboo Malt is not stacked out on the floor, but is in a cooler. And none had been slid forward on the rollers within my reach, so rather than bothering about it, I just grabbed two packs of Cariboo Strong.

I also bought a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol). The bill for it all came to exactly $87.

Thankfully all that's out of the way for a time!

I was unsure if I would be up to dealing with a light exercising session this early latter afternoon in my wife's vacant bedroom, but once there I got 'er done.

At present it is 4:28 p.m. and I have already gathered up what will be my supper (and my second meal of the day). I am going to break for a few hours from blogging so I can feed, and also watch three shows here on my bedside computer to enjoy with my last two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and probably a glass tumbler (roughly eight ounces) of the wine in an already open box.

I shall return to complete this post.

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First up was The Carrie Diaries ─ episode five ("Too Close for Comfort") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

I always enjoy episodes in this series ─ I wonder why? Sure, it's great having lovely young ladies to delight my old eyes, but I even enjoy the light dramas.

The episode ended around 6:30 p.m., and Bev still seemed to be watching T.V. downstairs by herself.

Next I watched Wynonna Earp ─ the series finale episode ("Old Souls"), as it happened. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

I'm just not into all of this Gay crap. I felt absolutely no emotion until the nearly closing scene where Wynonna was riding in her leathers on her big bike in pursuit of Doc Holliday in his car heading down the open highway.

But a bit of a spoiler was that after she shot out one of his tires and he climbed onto the back of her bike so they could continue the journey together, he never took any of his belongings from his abandoned car, including his cherished Wyatt Earp saddle ─ never to possibly return.

This occurrence rather spoiled the scene for me. It made more sense to have changed the damned tire and the twain carry on with both vehicles somehow.

It was sure surprising hearing the strong English accent of the actress portraying "Waverly Earp" in the epilogue that filled the additional footage to the long episode. And likewise hearing no Southern drawl to the actor portraying Doc Holliday.

I'm glad the series is done. I simply was not getting enough out of it.

It probably ended by 7:45 p.m., by which time my brother was home with Bev.

My final show was a sitcom, and it was done by 9:06 p.m. at most. To best enjoy it, I poured that glass tumbler of red wine. The show was Trollied ─ episode two ("Leanne's Visit") of the first season. My source was this M4uFree.cx link.

Thus far over two episodes, I haven't even cracked a slight smile. Still, I am rather liking the "Jane" interim manager character as played by actress Jane Horrocks, who would have been around 46 years old at the time. She seems to have a nice, taught physique that rather appeals to me ... and she's cute.

I have no idea how old the lady was in the photo above. Slim, but nicely muscled pins!

I'm going to get to bed earlier than I have done in an evening for a long while ─ probably my earliest bedtime this year.

With that said, I am now about to slowly start finalizing and shutting down whatever I have open on my computer. It is 9:46 p.m., so maybe I can be to bed by 10:30 p.m. at very latest.

😈Nobody Likes the Guilty👹

Another damned fall into gross corruption, although ... no, I cannot remember when I made it to bed ─ whether around 1:30 a.m. or more like 2:30 a.m.

No way was I going to be setting my cellphone alarm to get me up at 6 a.m.!

Yet, I slept brokenly, and only for short blocks of sleep. I am foggy now on my night's ultimate progression, but suffice to say that I did get up early ─ at latest it was 6:30 a.m., and so I was to have the backyard tool shed exercising that I had believed was going to be far off the books for today.

I didn't even feel below normal, and consequently did what amounts to be well for me. So using the sides of the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some rafters: two opening sets of pull-ups (3-1); two sets of chin-ups (2-2); and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's two sides (1-1), holding the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count.

Then it was on to the squat exercises in an effort to rebuild the strength and use of my right leg at the damaged knee region.

Meantime, my brother had risen and was watching T.V. when I came into the house. But before I went back up to my bedroom to spend time here at my bedside computer, I fixed up my day's first meal that I then brought up here with me to eat.

I joined my brother shortly past 9 a.m., and soon enough got his invitation to begin operation of our old T95X Android 9 TV Box.

With the advisory to my brother that I had no idea if my video choice would be interesting, I tuned in a 1¾-hour (1:47:22) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Keeping American Privilege- Mel Mattison.

There is a shift in the conversation due to video outage

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To my surprise, my brother never once demurred, so we sat through the full conversation, which was quite interesting.

Then we watched Doc Martin ─ episode four ("Nobody Likes Me") of season or series six. I see that the episode was uploaded January 15, 2017, to YouTube's Krisztián Karácsony channel, so it can be watched there: Doc Martin Season 6 Episode 4.

Following that show, my brother returned to his bedroom for some further bed rest.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was out of her bedroom by maybe 9:40 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her longish drive soon past 10 a.m.

No conversation with me, though ─ not about the $500 she lied to me about repaying, nor about anything else.

All of that aside, I had some concern that my brother might restock on beer today after his bed rest, but I was in no frame of mind to skip my own nap and go along with him so I could buy more for myself. Fortunately, he apparently did not run that errand.

I was back to bed for a needed nap by 12:30 p.m. at latest, and somewhat surprised myself by remaining abed for over 2½ hours. I did not easily get to sleep, but once I succeeded, I remained deeply there. In fact, when I first awakened, I believed that I was awaking during the night, for it had completely escaped me that I was merely in bed for a nap.

This undoubtedly indicates that I was badly in need of proper sleep.

My brother was gone, of course, having left at some point for a bus to carry him away to social drink. I shall have to be on point tomorrow for inclusion in any beer restock.

With my wife away and her bedroom available this afternoon, due to a late light exercising session well beyond 4 p.m., I almost halved it. Actually, I did; but when the half was done and I felt able enough, I changed my mind and completed it all.

My brother showed up unusually early this evening, for it was only 7:15 pm. ─ Bev must be delighted.

Alright, at present it is 7:24 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging to watch a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). My fairly light supper got increased by two slices of pizza that my youngest stepson surprised me with.

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First up was The Guardian ─ episode seven ("The Innocent") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The ending has me puzzled. Had the dead man been having ice cream with his estranged young daughter, and then gone into insulin shock ─ and she just let him die rather than administer the injection he was too strung out to do for himself?

Or had they arranged to meet, but he died before she got there. Then when she did get there and realized that he had died, she just left the unopened cheap watch packet on the cement embankment or wall that was some distance away from the scene, and where no one but the viewer would notice?

My second show was over by 9:27 p.m. 'Twas Midnight, Texas ─ episode eight ("Patience Is a Virtue") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

How is it that there are some women who seem so phenomenally beautiful and arousing that there is no human defence against her seduction? For me, I am speaking of actress Jaime Ray Newman as presented in this series.

I shall say no more.

With considerable reluctance, I next opened my four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and poured myself a glass tumbler of c. eight ounces, and I tuned in Aliens in America ─ episode two ("No Man Is an Island") of the only season. My source was this 1Mvies.biz link.

It actually had its moments, for sure; but I am still uncomfortable with the ludicrous premise of a young Indian teen too set in his traditional ways to want to appear and conduct himself as Western. I live among so many Indians and Pakistanis and other related brown races ─ I am the minority here ─ and there ain't no bloody young man who dresses like that!

One still sees an occasional young male with what seems like a bowed ribbon in his hair, whatever the heck that's all about; but he dresses Western otherwise. Only the very older generation dress in those stupid drab robes designed for a desert environment. 

As I said, the show's premise is ludicrous.

The episode ended a little before 10:40 p.m., which is approximately when my wife got home.

I am going to publish this post and soon get to bed, for 6 a.m. will be my official time to 'rise and shine'. Right now, it is 11:12 p.m.

Sunny Agam

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It was another night with me largely awake during the latter few hours, but comfortable enough, and doing my best to await the summoning of my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. I had actually risen once to use the toilet, feeling like I was quite well slept, but finding the time to be prior to 2 a.m., so I don't know how this keeps happening to me. I had been so weary over last evening.

Anyway, I never made the projected half mile hobble to the private liquor store that opens at 8 a.m. Instead, I visited the local No Frills approximately the same distance that also opens at 8 a.m., for I felt groceries might be the better pursuit. I just have to ensure that I invite myself on my younger brother's next 'beer run' which I suspect is going to be tomorrow. The rub with that is that I don't dare have a usual midday to early afternoon nap, for he leaves in the extreme early afternoon when he makes that four-mile round trip drive. Often, he makes the drive, comes back, and then leaves again on foot for a bus to take him off to social drink before I have yet risen from a needed nap.

As for this morning, I ensured that I left home well ahead of 8 a.m. because it was going to be another sunny day, and I hate bright sunny mornings when I have to be out like this ─ even if the morning is heavily frosted.

By the time I was back home, my brother was already watching T.V. After putting away my purchases and then dressing down in my bedroom, I waited until 9 a.m. before going downstairs to join him.

We were to only attend one video when he turned the T.V. over to me so I could operate our T95X Android 9 TV Box. At nearly 2½ hours (2:27:08), it had been published January 20 to Rumble's Maryann Gebauer channel: Hrvoje Morić | The battle.

Hrvoje Morić is a podcaster, former professor of International Relations, and media host, known for Geopolitics & Empire Podcast where he explores technocracy, globalism, CBDCs, social credit systems, and ideological control. He is a prominent voice in alternative media and critical geopolitical discourse. Hrvoje Moric studied at the Geneva School of Diplomacy & International Relations. Morić is a naturalized citizen of Mexico and holds heritage ties to Croatia while also being a U.S. citizen. Follow Hrvoje Morić on⁠Substack⁠and his website⁠Geopolitics & Empire.⁠

I had expected that my brother would early request we abandon the video, but it proved surprisingly interesting. In fact, I have now added Hrvoje Morić's podcast to my viewing list for a future visit.

My brother departed the video with a half hour to go because he wanted early bed rest due to a couple of NFL playoff games he wanted to watch ─ the first he would watch here at home with Bev.

I had myself a fairly quick meal, and then was to bed for a nap that was not very restorative.

My wife had come home late last night ─ I never heard her. She never had to work until the latter part of today, so she didn't emerge from her bedroom to shower until possibly around 2 p.m. Maybe even later.

She was to pass by my open bedroom doorway several times as I sat here at my bedside computer, but she spoke nothing to me. I don't know if she's just being aloof, or if she is doing her best to avoid me concerning the $500 she had promised so strongly to repay me but has not.

She finally left here around 3:30 p.m., I am guessing, on her rather long drive to work.

Right now it is 5:08 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging and have a bath. Because this is a bath day, I felt too disinclined to bother having any light exercising in my wife's vacated bedroom ─ I am honestly not feeling up to the activity. That early shopping outing will be my day's totality for activity.

Following my bath I will gather together a very light supper ─ my day's second meal. And after eating, I will be watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and drinking a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). That will leave me just four cans in my supply, which is sufficient for another two days ─ thus the need to ensure I ride along when my brother resupplies, probably tomorrow.

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I watched Sight Unseen ─ episode two ("Sunny") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

In the premiere episode, the "Sunny Patel" character (and thus actress Agam Darshi) was not of much interest to me; but this time up close I noticed that she was very beautiful, and had an unexpectedly ample, delicious bosom!

Later yet, I was struck by how gorgeous her calves were ─ beautifully full specimens!

How did all of this escape me in the first episode? She is magnificent!

I now want to see more of the actress's work.

Anyway, my brother arrived home at some point during the show, which finished maybe around 8:22 p.m. Before I began my next show, I am certain that I overheard him voicing to Bev about the two of them getting out tomorrow to tend to errands together.

If so, then this royally 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓈 up my hopes of a ride-a-long for beer ─ I fear I am again on my own.

Disheartened, I was not pleased that my next show was The Handmaid's Tale ─ such complete drear!

Yet it was episode 11 ("Liars") of season three, and was far more interesting and even moving than any of late. It even had elements familiar to me, so it is possible that my brother and I had watched this far pre-COVID when we used to follow the series (and drinking lots).

As earlier, I noticed that the episode was available at a TV Series.video link, so that became my chosen viewing source.

The show may have finished as early as 9:50 p.m. Or was it even earlier? I failed to pay sufficient heed.

Ere quite 10 p.m., I felt sure that my wife had arrived home. If so, she made no effort to approach me, so I had no intention of reciprocating. Thus, another show was in order ─ a sitcom allowing of the final shot remaining in the plastic bottle of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol).

The show was Entourage ─ episode four ("Date Night") of the first season. When I saw that the episode was available at yet a third TVSeries.video link, I chose it with no regrets.

I despise the unabandoned randiness of the male characters, but it sure is nice having so many beauties to look at.

My wife was indeed home, by the way. I am about to wrap up and get to bed, but she and I have stayed apart ─ she is in her bedroom with the door ajar by maybe three inches at most.

I was considering trying to endure an early a.m. hobble to the local private liquor store, but maybe tomorrow I will just ensure that my brother will be busied escorting Bev about. I can then try for Tuesday or even Wednesday. I just hate being out in the workweek when people are busily commuting to work or school.

My life just sucks!

'Tis 11:35 p.m.

Crossing the Line

I spent a whole lot of wakeful time over the latter few hours of my night before finally getting permission to rise for the morning from my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. At least I was comfortable enough in bed.

The plan was to do some grocery-shopping when the store a half mile off opened at 8 a.m.

It is difficult for me to shop on Saturdays due to my perception of the day as being the true Sabbath. So when another brilliantly sunny morn dawned with heavy frost everywhere, I was too daunted ─ had it been gloomy and maybe even raining, likely I would have gone.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom well ahead of 8 a.m., although I am unsure if that factored at all into my decision not to go ─ maybe I had already made my decision.

And so a little past 8 a.m. I instead went out to the backyard tool shed to exercise, doing what translates as well for me at this late point in my life: two sets of chin-ups (3-1 repetitions), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 repetitions), and two sets of pull-ups between the rather thick and slick sides of the child's slide ladder (a single repetition in each set) that is spread across some rafters and is my sole means of these exercises. I was barely able to manage a 50-count with the final pull-up's dead hang.

Then I got at the squat work to try and rehabilitate my damaged right knee and lower quadriceps muscles.

After that it was back into the house and this bedside computer until a little past 9 a.m. when I joined my brother for some morning T.V.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I began with a 41-minute (41:47) video published yesterday to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Eddie Cornell: Emergencies Act ruled unconstitutional - again!

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) goes "In Hot" with Eddie Cornell, one of two Canadians who had standing in the Federal Court of Appeal review of the invocation of the Emergencies Act by the Liberal government of 2022. Given the crushing of the government's arguments in favour of martial law by the three-judge panel, one wonders how the Liberal government of today can avoid any apology for its overreaches. Not to mention the sheer vindictiveness of its actions in cancelling the financial accounts of Mr. Cornell and many others. One is left wondering, absent such an apology, is this same government planning on revising the Emergencies Act to justify invoking martial law against us again should we dare ask questions of it?

Then I tuned in what was to be our second and final show. It was Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ─ episode four ("Chapter Thirty-Two: The Imp of the Perverse") of season or Part four.

When it was done, even though it was not quite 11 a.m., my brother announced his return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I never sought my nap until midway through the noon hour, but I was to exceed 2½ hours in bed, to my surprise. Even then, my eyes were burning somewhat and I felt ill recovered. It was already into the second half of the afternoon, so I had some doubt if I would bother the light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but an hour or so later I did tackle it.

My wife ─ whom I did not hear come home last night ─ apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she did not emerge from her bedroom until towards 10 a.m. to shower and such, and was not away on her rather long drive until towards 10:30 a.m.

I have not heard a word from her about the $500 she got from me four or so weeks ago. She has twice been paid since then; and she also received some mystery payment in the mail from which restitution was supposed to come to me, but never did.

I only made it through the month because of a quarterly RRIF payment topping $501 that I had received a week or so ago. I was lucky, because sometimes the payment is only in the $200 range.

This neglect from her cannot be forgotten. I must not allow her to abuse me financially any longer with her last-minute tales of some great woe of financial desperation.

I only wish that God would supplement me with the means to leave this household honourably and move far from here.

Tomorrow morning I just may go and restock on beer locally (a private liquor store) rather than do the grocery shopping I didn't do this morning, for I cannot seem to find myself available to accompany my brother when he makes his occasional early afternoon four-mile round drives to restock his own beer supply at the nearest government liquor store.

I'm usually still napping when he goes.

Right now it is 5:55 p.m., and it is time for me to break from blogging so I can have a meal (my first and only meal today), and then watch two or three shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a little drinking.

I will finish the post into the latter evening.

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My first show was another great episode of Friday Night Lights, although the episode was mostly a downer. I am speaking of episode eight ("Crossing the Line") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

I was disgusted with the "Smash" character lying to his mother and even tempted to steal in order to get the $300 for a week's worth of whatever steroids or other performance enhancement drugs a female bodybuilder was pushing ─ he even allowed his church to take up a collection for him supposedly going to extra tutoring he claimed to need.

Yeah, the whole thing was disgusting. He was disgusting.

But so much else was awry in the episode as well.

It finished by 8:11 p.m., and it seemed that my brother had not yet bused back home from wherever he had gone to social drink.

And damn ─ I am so sleepy again this evening! Why so regularly of late?

My second show (and Cariboo Malt @ 8% alcohol) was Rescue: Hi-Surf ─ episode 14 ("Ripple Effect") of the only season. My source this time was a uFLIX.to link.

It was good, and finished by 9:21 p.m. Things still sounded downstairs like Bev was alone with the T.V. However, I took the 15 or so minutes required to brush my teeth here in my bedroom with the door ajar by nearly a foot; and when done and I then rinsed off my toothbrush and such in the bathroom, upon emerging I saw that my brother may have already been home, for he was reclined in his favourite chair watching T.V. in the dark downstairs with Bev.

A bit too early yet for bed despite my sleepiness, I poured a good shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum (40% alcohol) and tuned in Victorious ─ supposedly episode five ("Jade Dumps Beck") of the first season. But I was halfway through the darned thing before I realized that the episode had nothing at all to do with the episode's title!

The stupid website I used ─ this uFLIX.to link ─ had misfiled episode six ("Tori the Zombie") into that slot. Dissatisfied to leave things at this point, I located the correct episode five at this 1Movies.bz link, so that dilemma is over with.

But I did pour myself another half-shot of rum to top up what I had not finished.

Episode six was a lot of fun for me, though, because it largely featured Ariana Grande ─ what an amazingly beautiful young woman! As character "Cat" her intense earnest innocence is intoxicating and so believable ─ I would have so loved her when I was a young man. And her beautifully muscled young legs ─ gorgeous!

Consequently the result of the mix-up was not really a bad thing.

But I had best start wrapping things up so I can get to bed, for right now it is 11:26 p.m.

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I suspect that it was around 11:30 p.m. when I got to bed last night ─ I kept doing things here on my bedside computer to delay my bedtime.

After some sleep I found myself awake enough again to wonder if it might be around 3 a.m., for if so, I would have risen for a possible hobble over to the elementary school playground, or else more locally just 'around the block'.

But it was something like 1:21 a.m. ─ too soon. I used the toilet, annoyed that I was going to have to shut the bathroom door and turn on the light in order to 'aim' properly, for my youngest stepson had still not gone to bed downstairs and I didn't need the idiot suddenly appearing to have a shower.

Turning on a light immediately traumatizes one's sleep cycle.

Even so, I did manage more sleep, yet I was again to hit a wakeful period that proved especially stubborn. I again used the toilet and checked the time and saw that it was maybe 4:41 a.m. ─ too late now to be going for an outing.

I returned to bed, but when sufficient time passed that I realized I was wasting myself lying uselessly in bed, I chose to rise ─ it was 5:15 a.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., so I just cancelled it.

At least nobody was still up but me.

With this jump start on my morning, I was going to be able to have some tool shed exercising earlier than usual. But after finishing a mug of instant coffee here at my computer, my body had stiffened out from being cramped on the stark office chair I use that has me hunched over a low more or less portable computer desk.

So I climbed back into bed fully clothed to take the time to ease out the various body parts almost frozen into immobility as a result of assuming prolonged unnatural sitting postures.

Around 7:15 a.m. I realized that it seemed to have begun to lighten outside such that I felt I could see enough in the gloom of the small shed to probably exercise ─ a small reward for having a clear sky and temperatures a few degrees below freezing.

I did not straightaway go forth ─ first I got everything ready for a planned three-egg breakfast that I would quickly fry up following my exercising.

The session out there was definitely very chilly, but I fared well for what I can do anymore. Using the child's slide ladder that I have spread athwart some rafters, I first had two sets of pull-ups (3-1 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (two repetitions in each set); and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's sides (the usual single repetition in each set).

And I had a 50-count dead hang before tackling the squat work to strengthen my right leg's atrophied quadriceps and injured knee.

When I got back into the house, I was surprised to find that my younger brother was already watching T.V. news shows. Notwithstanding, I cooked up my meal and then brought it upstairs to my bedside computer to enjoy. I never returned downstairs to join my brother until after 9 a.m.

He was quick to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could put our old T95X Android 9 TV Box to work, and I led us off with a nine-minute (9:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Mob Mentality at UBC.

Indigenous Rights caused so much tension, screaming and hatred toward Frances Widdowson, Dallas Brodie and Jim McMurtry.

Our second video was basically an hour long, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Depression Meds Withdrawal Syndrome & The New MAID Solution In Canada. Hear Our Personal Story...

I'm Getting Real Today: Depression Med Prescriptions Into The Hell Of Protracted Withdrawal & The New M.A.I.D. Solution In Canada. Hear My Family's Personal Journey Living In This Abyss.

After that I just tuned in the hour or more that remained of the movie we had begun yesterday ─ 1979's Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Our source had been uploaded August 15, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders | Comedy Drama | Jane Seymour | Lauren Tewes.

It was a pleasant little romp, and rather touching. And so nice to see faces once so familiar to me, but now almost forgotten ─ names, too.

Back then I used to watch a lot of episodes of The Love Boat, but I don't remember that actress Lauren Tewes had a delightful Donna Douglas drawl, so I am assuming that Lauren affected it for the sake of the movie. The accent wasn't as strong as that of 'Elly May Clampett', but with Lauren's blonde hair in the movie, even her face and expressions struck me as being so very Donna Douglas.

Both were beauties!

Anyway, I see that Wikipedia doesn't even mention that there was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders II released the following year.

My brother went for his bed rest following the movie's conclusion, and I was not too much longer in seeking my nap. He had already left to bus off and social drink by the time I rose again.

By 3:30 p.m. I had no inclination for any light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, so I tried lying down to see if stretching out the stiffness and aches would help. Maybe it did, for anon I did rally and got the chore over with.

I am going to break here at 5:35 p.m. and round up a light supper, my second meal of the day. Then I will get around to watching some shows here on my bedside computer, and of course having my usual two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I shall complete this post in the latter evening.

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I decided to get the final Christmas movie on my list out of the way now that it's all far enough behind me that I don't need the emotional trauma some of them can bring on for me, for I knew this one was not going to be anything I would ever care to watch anywhere near Christmastime, nor leading up to it.

The movie was 2018's All the Creatures Were Stirring. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I would have been very unhappy if I had mistakenly tuned this in just a couple of weeks back. But at least there was some 'eye candy' to savour.

And I never wasted a beer. I ate my supper during the early part of the movie, and found myself too full for a beer right then. After a time it occurred to me that I might as well take the 10-15 minutes involved in brushing my teeth and do that while watching the feature. And when I was done that, only 15 or so minutes remained, so I withheld until it was over.

But man! I am so sleepy. 

Maybe the movie was done by 7:30 p.m. at most, and as yet I think that Bev was still alone downstairs with the T.V.

Resolute, my next show was The Rookie ─ episode 15 ("A Deadly Secret") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link. It was interesting enough, although perhaps my weariness had my attention straying as my thoughts drifted elsewhere betimes.

I actually finished a can of beer ahead of the show's conclusion, which was around 8:52 p.m. (and my brother came into the house a mere five minutes later).

But I was still so tired ─ if only it had been late enough to just go to bed! The rub with the time is that I had no plans to be rising before 6 a.m., so there is almost no chance for me to be in bed so unusually long should I retire at 9 or even 10 p.m.

My only hope is 11 p.m. at earliest. It would be different if I wanted to be getting up at 3 a.m., but that is not in the cards ─ I am considering some early shopping, and the store opens at 8 a.m.

My second and final show was Doom Patrol ─ episode two ("Tyme Patrol") of season two. Again, my source was a TVSeries.video link.

It kept me interested, and my second can of beer endured. As well, the earlier oppressive weariness considerably abated.

The episode finished at 10:09 p.m. Sure, I could squeeze in a sitcom and a shot of rum, but ... not tonight.

At present it is 10:28 p.m., and even though there may yet be an occurrence worth the mention ere I get to bed, I am going to publish this post and be clear of that duty, at least.