The Arrival

Was it something like like 11:30 p.m. last evening when I got to bed? I cannot clearly recall. Even if it was, I should not have felt as wiped out as I did at 6 a.m. when my cellphone alarm chimed to get me up for the morning.

Fortunately the wait for water to boil so I can have a mug of strong instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin proved well spent.

It was around 7:30 a.m. when I went forth into the backyard to visit the tool shed and have the usual exercise session with its usual results: a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the usual squat work to try and reclaim my damaged right knee and the quadriceps muscles.

Tomorrow will mark the anniversary of the stupid accident that resulted in my (self-diagnosed) patellar subluxation and associated arthrogenic muscle inhibition (AMI). Will I ever have a semblance of a normal knee again allowing me to once more engage long walks?

My younger brother was not yet up by 9 a.m., so I hobbled downstairs and got possession of the T.V. under the control of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, setting up the first of two reasonably short videos I wanted us to watch before tuning in one of two long videos that would consume the remainder of the morning.

I hate being locked into a really long video because it does not allow us to watch an episode of any of the T.V. series we follow in common, nor can we watch anything I have previously downloaded onto a USB drive. Yet this morning I had discovered that there were two such long videos, each of them featuring an interview with a guest of interest to both of us. This would mean that neither this morning nor tomorrow morning would we be watching any T.V. series episodes, nor watching anything I have downloaded.

To my additional annoyance, my brother was not soon in emerging from his bedroom. He was not to do so until around 9:50 a.m. And as he came down the stairs, I waited no more and began the first of the two short videos, both of which had been uploaded to YouTube's AnitaK channel. The one I began with had been uploaded yesterday; the second had been uploaded earlier today.

🞉 “Not Liberal Enough? Why CTV Cancelled My Interview” (22:59)

Anita's video description does not identify her guest, so I will. It was "The Food Professor" (Dr. Sylvain Charlebois).

🞉 Rachel Maddow! "What I'm Saying is True and Checkable! (24:35)

Then came the long video at nearly two hours (1:54:01). It had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Catherine Fitts: Epstein, CIA Black Budget, the Control Grid, and the Banks’ Role in War.

Programmable digital currency is the final piece of the global control grid that’s finally snapping into place. Catherine Austin Fitts on how to defeat it.

Catherine Austin Fitts began her career at Dillon Read & Co. in New York and later served as Assistant Secretary of Housing under President George H. W. Bush. Drawing on her experience on Wall Street and in Washington, she warned communities and investors about mortgage fraud and ultimately prevailed in an eleven-year lawsuit with the Department of Justice. She is now the publisher of The Solari Report, a weekly briefing featuring Money & Markets and nationwide meet-ups focused on financial insight and independent living—subscribe here: www.solari.com

Unfortunately my brain fog was getting practically nothing from the interview. I have no mind for economics and related topics, so I kept hoping my brother was finally going to take his leave to return to his bedroom for further bed rest. He finally did so around 11:50 a.m., and I was free to cancel out of the video to soon seek my desired nap (I was to bed by 12:13 p.m.). At the breakaway point in the video, it was just past the hour and seven minutes mark.

Maybe Tucker kept Catherine Austin Fitts too heavily engaged on this specialty of hers, for she has given past interviews where she goes pretty deep in the darkness gripping the world, and of good and evil, and even the reality of demons or demon-like entities. There was none of that in any of what we watched.

Well, tomorrow I will tune in the other long video (it is even longer than this one) ─ I have scant doubt that we'll be enjoying that one!

This primarily sunny day was apparently a full workday for my wife, but she did not emerge from her bedroom until maybe just past 10 a.m. to shower and such, and barely got out of here ahead of 10:30 a.m. for her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Good for her that she seems to be working at something she does not mind ─ the co-workers make that possible, of course.

Anyway, I had my early afternoon nap, and then some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, after which I stripped naked in the bathroom for a weigh-in: around 180 pounds, just as I believe was the case exactly a week ago.

Right now it is 3:50 p.m. and I am going to have a blogging break; I will complete my post in the evening. For the present, I am going to get an early start on a T.V. show here on my bedside computer whilst enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I've had two coffees today, but eaten nothing yet. I have no plans to have my day's only meal until at least 6 p.m.

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Oh my gosh!

My first show was done by 5:20 p.m. ─ unbelievably early! I might have to do a little extra drinking ere my evening is done, since it is not even here as yet (I am typing these words immediately after that show).

The show was The Carrie Diaries ─ episode eight ("The Second Time Around") of the second season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

The Christmas theme was really nice.

There were a number of parts of the episode where my eyes began to burn with touched emotion. My only complaint was the contrived breakup between "Mouse" and "West" ─ that was lousy writing, and never would have happened in 'real' life.

Damned cheap.

I had my first beer during the show, but it is still too early yet to eat supper, so on with something else.

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My second show and beer were done by 6:25 p.m. The show was The Gifted ─ episode three ("coMplications") of the second season. My source was this Fmovies.co link.

Very involving episode. And as always, some of those babe mutants are truly spectacular.

But ... 'twas time for that meal. I had already gathered it together and had it here with me in my bedroom.

So I fed, and then afterwards took the time to brush my teeth. I even spent some while working at alleviating a eustachian tubes issue I have been suffering.

Only then did I commence my third show, which concluded at 9:09 p.m. It was The Flash ─ episode 12 ("A New World, Part Three") of season nine. My source was another Fmovies.co link.

The episode was fairly good, but I felt no respect for pathetically weak "Eddie Thawne" ─ such abysmal selfishness. And as usual, "Barry Allen" continues with the sobby 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 on how absolutely everyone has good in them just waiting to have a chance to grow and flourish.

It is going to be so satisfying to see the final series episode next time, although I will definitely miss seeing the beautiful ─ hot ─ female regulars and semi-regulars.

Due to my supper, the 10 or so ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) I had poured with which to watch The Flash, was tardy getting drunk. I had almost half of the quantity remaining at the show's conclusion.

And so I decided upon watching a sitcom ─ one new to me. Upon fetching a source, I was not exactly thrilled to see that it topped 31 minutes. That's about 10 minutes longer than the sitcoms I usually tune in.

It proved to be extremely bizarre, and not at all funny. At times, it was quite shocking, if not frightening.

The show was The Baby ─ the premiere episode ("The Arrival") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

None of the show was ever quite what I was expecting. I even thought that the lead character was going to be a different woman.

I have to declare that it was darned interesting. I feel a little bad about not saving it to share with my brother, but we've already got more shows than we can rightly manage.

I am going to get myself to bed ahead of 11 p.m. ─ well ahead. I just hope that it is not a mistake that will find me painfully awake in several hours.

Right now it is 10:44 p.m., so I am going to start closing down the browsers and their tabs, as well as a few apps, and seek a good night.

Pigs Sacrifice

For the second consecutive evening, last night I was to bed just ahead of 11 p.m., but this time I slept poorer in my night's latter hours.

I finally decided to rise ahead of my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, figuring that it could well be around 5:30 a.m., judging by my previous time check. Well, it proved to be 5:59 a.m. ─ I was rising a minute ahead of schedule.

For the first time since it has been getting light outside before 7 a.m., around 7:15 a.m. I readied for my visit to the backyard tool shed for my usual morning exercises. However, my performance was usual ─ just a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I then tackled the squat exercises intended to work my bad right knee and quadriceps muscles.

I already had my day's first meal awaiting me upstairs at my bedside computer.

My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until just past 8 a.m. Oddly, he did not immediately begin laundering downstairs, but I never pointed out this observation to him. If he had forgotten that it was Friday somehow, then so be it.

I joined him shortly past 9 a.m. for our usual morning T.V. And when he fast gave his invitation to me to commence operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I risked a very long video in the hopes that my brother might soon enough tire of it and we could move on to other fare, for the video was almost four hours long (3:56:00).

It had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show: AJ - CIA Operative Breaks Silence on Directed Energy Weapons and Havana Syndrome | SRS #283.

AJ is a former senior CIA operations officer and twice-selected Chief of Station who served across the full spectrum of clandestine operations, including warzones, denied areas, and austere overseas postings. A U.S. Naval Academy graduate with a B.S. in Physics and a former Marine combat arms officer, AJ spent his career leading high-risk missions in defense of U.S. national security.

In 2021, while serving in Southeast Asia, AJ experienced what he describes as a directed energy attack associated with reported Anomalous Health Incidents (AHIs). He recounts an acute neurological event followed by lasting cognitive, physical, and autonomic symptoms. Subsequent medical evaluations documented biomarkers consistent with brain injury and confirmed dysautonomia, among other measurable abnormalities.

Drawing on historical research into directed energy programs and Cold War-era microwave investigations, AJ has spoken publicly about the broader national security implications of emerging non-kinetic weapons.
Following his medical retirement, he became an advocate for transparency, proper medical protocols, and full implementation of the Havana Act, engaging with congressional oversight bodies and senior national security officials to push for accountability and care for affected personnel.

Well, it developed that my brother had plans for the latter morning. Despite his clear interest in the video, around 10:40 a.m. he left to catch a bus and rendezvous with an irregular drinking buddy, and would thus be starting his daily social drinking maybe three or so hours earlier than usual ─ I cannot imagine that he will be in commendable condition by the time he gets back home this evening for T.V. with Bev.

But that's their mutual problem. I will be watching my usual three shows here on my bedside computer and drinking alone.

My usual early afternoon nap was thus begun in the late morning, so it was somewhere around 12:40 p.m. when I was finished with it.

By then, my wife was up, for she didn't have to work at the Thai restaurant until the latter part of the day, leaving here shortly past 3 p.m.

She was fairly sociable; and when she was heading off to do a little shopping, she asked if she could have $20. I only had $15 in my wallet, so I offered that; but she declined the full amount, and just took the ten.

I got a slightly later start of light exercising in her vacant bedroom than I like, but at least it was done.

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I took my usual early evening break to being watching my three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drink. My first show finished by 7:39 p.m., but it would have been considerably earlier had my computer not frozen with that excruciating resonating grinding sound early into the episode.

It always takes considerable time for a successful restart before I can safely trust that the full loading process is done.

I tuned in The Handmaid's Tale ─ the premiere episode ("Pigs") of season four. My source was this Fmovies.co link.

When initially I saw that this series was up next on my list's rotation, I was annoyed, for I find the series dull and depressing. But the episode was truly interesting and exciting, and the ending most disturbing. The man butchered deserved death, but it should not have been by the hand of the hardened girl he had previously participated in sexually enjoying.

I had already finished one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol); my second can and my second show were virtually over or done by 8:47 p.m.

The show this time was The Guardian ─ episode 10 ("Sacrifice") of season two. This time my source was a M4uHD.cx link.

Darned good show! But it's so damned bleak too often.

However, I got a kick out of the finish when lead character "Nick" basically got shanghaied by his father to meet for an evening dinner date a new client and the guy's gorgeous daughter. "Nick" had resisted past efforts by his father to meet this gal; but when they were introduced and he saw her and how sweetly open she was to meeting him, he practically gushed awkwardly like a teenager.

I loved it!

My final show ended pretty much by 10 p.m. ─ as did maybe 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

The show was Dimension 404 ─ episode four ("Polybius") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

The show should have led off my evening ─ it was too damned silly to be closing it. The series deserved extinction.

Nevertheless, I tend to feel that I am somehow profiting from so many of the shows I watch because they yield a sharper awareness of how evil is masqueraded for entertainment.

Yet even this weak show had to be Gay-centred; despite that, the finale was touching, though I have no idea why the odd supposedly nerdish Asian-looking chick wanted to be a trio in friendship with the two Gay guys.

I don't need this sort of rot for entertainment.

And what a sad thing to see once-hot Adrienne Barbeau portrayed in such a vulgar, aged fashion. Back in the 1970s when she played a central character in Maude, she was a spectacular specimen of sexy and intelligent womanhood.

I am going to quit and publish this post now at 10:39 p.m. Had I been able to do this much earlier, I think that I would have gone forth in the early morning to visit a local pharmacy; but that ain't gonna happen now.

Note: I heard my wife get home at 10:30 p.m. And two minutes later, so did my drunken brother.

Nevermind

Apart from a 3:15 a.m. visit to the toilet, by the time my cellphone alarm chimed at 6 a.m. to get me up for the morning, I had been in bed for just over seven hours, I think; if I am remembering correctly, I had gotten to bed just ahead of 11 p.m.

I was soon to notice an email from an American I had been corresponding with a few years ago ─ I believe we had last had an exchange in July 2022, and he was reaching out to re-establish contact.

That embroiled me in a lengthy update that I had to break from at 7:45 a.m. for my exercise session out in the backyard tool shed; and then I broke again just after 9 a.m. when I went downstairs to join my brother for our morning T.V. together.

I never finally sent off my reply until early into the noon hour.

I hate being redirected like that ─ I can never keep fully abreast of my normal schedule as it is.

The tool shed session was the usual single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and then I tackled the squat work to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

It was to be my day's only exercise, for this was a bath day, and I decided in the afternoon to forego the light exercise session that I generally have then in my wife's vacant bedroom, and instead deal with the hour-or-so-long chore of the bath.

For the second consecutive night my wife remained away, incidentally, not having been home since she left a little past 10 a.m. for work on Tuesday. 

As for T.V. with my brother this morning, at his behest to start operation of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led with a 19-minute (19:42) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: CIA Documents Reveal Mind Control Agenda Through Vaccinations & Food!!!

Newly Released CIA Documents From 1952 Show They Wanted To Alter Our Minds Through Vaccines -And They Were Testing On Humans back Then.

I followed that with a video exceeding 1½ hours (1:39:33) that had been streamed earlier today to Rumble's Redacted News channel: DECLASSIFIED? Trump Readies UFO and Alien Disclosure: "We have alien bodies!" | Redacted.

We finished up with more of the movie we had begun two mornings ago, but again had to suspend it so that my brother could get further bed rest. About 40 minutes of the movie remain, so perhaps we will finish it tomorrow in our third sitting.

I had eaten after first joining my brother this morning, so I was to bed for my nap soon into the noon hour, and may have only remained there little over an hour this primarily overcast and somewhat breezy day ─ when I had visited the tool shed in the early morning, it was quite mild out.

Anyway, I have had the bath, and even eaten my day's second and final meal. Now at 5:32 p.m. I am going to take a blagging break and start watching three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer, enjoying some drink as I do ─ my pathetic days' highlight in this sorry life I lead.

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My first choice this evening finished at 6:49 p.m., but it would have been considerably earlier because the website that was my original source only had one true option among the three it claimed to link to, and that one crapped out just after the first half hour.

The second website I tried had seven link options, but two of those were duds and four would buffer and fail. However, one did get me all the way through at last.

The show was Friday Night Lights ─ episode 11 ("Nevermind") of season one. My final source was at website TVSeries.video.

So much superb acting in this series! But that Minka Kelly ─ she makes her character "Lyla" seem so darned legitimately her. I wish I could have a "Lyla" in my life. So much love there.

Show number two was over by 7:59 p.m., as was my second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

It was a touching episode, and interesting throughout. Specifically, Rescue: HI-Surf ─ episode 17 ("Sea Change") of the only season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

Great acting in this series ─ and some truly lovely ladies.

When the episode was done, I found that not only was my brother back home from wherever he had bused to social drink, but my wife had come home as well. She must have a full workday scheduled for tomorrow.

My third and final show was done by 9 p.m. 'Twas Sight Unseen ─ episode five ("Matt") of the first season. This time my source was this M4uFree.cx link.

Also a most interesting and absorbing episode tonight! However, good as they all were, nothing truly touched me, although I would rate the shows in descending order as they were watched, for Friday Night Lights with Minky Kelly topped things.

My enhancement for Sight Unseen was a minimum of about 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) in a glass tumbler. And now I must work out what to do at this point at 9:12 p.m. ─ too early for bed.

I have yet to have contact with my wife who is busy downstairs in the kitchen. I could watch another show ─ even a sitcom ─ but I require some alcohol while watching, and I durst not incur premature exhaustion of my supply, for my budget struggles as is just seeking to maintain my status quo.

To think that if I lived remotely where I could venture forth into the day at my whim, and have nothing but the natural world around me ─ no people! I could live! I could be active, and probably rehabilitating my damaged right leg as is impossible here in this overpopulated region that now describes Sikh-dominant Surrey where I am confined. I am housebound, introvert and recluse that has been my nature since an adolescence.

I am going to publish this post now and get to work brushing my teeth. I have a few other tasks, but the drinking is done for this evening. If aught else warranting mention crops up, I will mention so in tomorrow's post. At present, it is 9:31 p.m.

But boy, I would like another good drink! (My wife just passed by my bedroom, enquiring if I was hungry, for she has been cooking up a storm downstairs ion the kitchen.)

Devastating Bridget

My wife never came home last night ─ she usually does show up Tuesday nights following her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she must have been partying again.

My day was as usual, however.

It began when I rose to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm; and a little more than 1½ hours later I went forth to the backyard tool shed for the usual exercise session ─ a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and the quadriceps muscles.

I was wrong yesterday in predicting frost overnight, by the way.

Following the exercise, I fixed up a light first meal of my day that I ate here at my bedside computer, just as I have done my supper, which is my second and final meal of my day.

I believe that my younger brother may have emerged from his bedroom just ere 8:30 a.m. But as usual, I waited until after 9 a.m. before I joined him downstairs for some morning T.V.

Upon soon getting his invitation to begin operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led with a seven-minute (7:14) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Trump Takes Aim at Ilhan, "You Somali Pirates Ransacked Minnesota!"

That was followed by a seven-minute (7:47) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's OneBC channel: Dallas Brodie rips the Eby BC NDP budget.

This budget is a complete failure, and that’s because it is rooted in socialism. It's a mockery to even call it a budget - it really should be called "The Diary of a Shopping Addict."

And then despite its length of nearly three hours (2:52:20), I tuned in a video published yesterday to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast: Joe Rogan Experience #2459 - Jim Breuer.

Jim Breuer is a stand-up comedian, actor, and host of “The Breuniverse Podcast.” He is touring in 2026 with the “Find the Funny” tour.

The early part of the interview dealt with Jeffrey Epstein, but it graduated away to Joe's early involvement in stand-up comedy and acting ─ which was certainly interesting enough, but I wasn't prepared to spend the full remainder of the morning listening to the conversation when there was more of interest I had hoped to get into, so I tuned out after 53 minutes.

Unfortunately, we were to only have time for one further video. It was Shetland ─ episode six ("Blue Lightning – Part 2") of season or series two.

Earlier I had noticed that the app icons in our Android TV Box were in a different arrangement. They were still alphabetical, but the array was changed. I supposed that some new app had somehow gotten added ─ this occasionally happens. But I didn't waste time seeking to figure it out ─ I just got on with accessing and playing Anita Krishna's video.

Well, I intended to watch Shetland through the Nova TV app. However, when I opened it up, there was an available update, so I activated its download. All seemed to progress as it usually does; and once it was installed, the option ─ as always ─ is given of either leaving the download area or going directly to the app.

I of course chose the latter.

But instead, I was taken to the Android TV Box home screen.

I returned to the screen displaying the various app icons ... but Nova TV was gone. It was also gone from the lengthy list of apps in a section of the Settings area.

I knew that there was still a Nova TV apk elsewhere in a different area of the Android TV Box, so I went to it and two or three times attempted its installation; but just as with the update, everything seemed to go perfectly well until that final stage after installation when I am asked if I want to just stop there or have the app open up.

But it does not open ─ I am taken back to the home screen. And a search reveals no presence of Nova TV.

So I decided to use the Firefox app to use Google to find and download a new Nova TV app.

But the Firefox app was gone ─ I remembered yesterday that an update for it had been offered; and although I had no intention of using Firefox that day, I accepted the upload and installed it, thinking nothing further about it. Apparently, just as with the Nova TV app update today, installing the Firefox update seems to have deleted Firefox.

I can't figure it out. To watch Shetland, I used the BeeTV app. Tomorrow morning I will try to remember to unplug the Android TV Box for awhile before starting it up ─ I've read that this manoeuvre can inspire the device to do something of a reset and it might 'discover' wherever these two apps seem to be hidden, if indeed they are still in the Box at all.

Anyway, after Shetland my brother sought further bed rest; and around 12:15 p.m. I was back to bed for a needed nap. He of course was to bus away to go social drinking, whereas I would be creating two blogging posts ─ one is for my private blog, while this post is always my second and ongoing post that I finally complete late in the evening.

I also had my light exercise session after 3 p.m. in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Right now it is 6:14 p.m., and it is time to break from blogging and start watching the usual three T.V. shows I seek to cram in each evening here on my bedside computer ─ while doing a little drinking.

My life is so barren that this point of my day is its highlight, and the way of it day after day after day. This is my pointless life.

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My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was devoted to FBI: International ─ episode 16 ("Little Angel") of season four. My source was this MovieGo.st link.

It was a good one, and rather touching at the end. Agents Amanda Tate and drunk Wesley "Wes" Mitchell could have trysted were they not such stellar moral characters (unlike the rest of us). 

The episode was done by 7:17 p.m.

My second beer and show were done by 8:21 p.m. The show was a very interesting and entertaining The Rookie ─ the seventh season finale episode 18 ("The Good, the Bad, and the Oscar"). My source was this TVSeries.video link.

Following her last appearance, I never wanted to see the "Monica" character again, but her overwhelmingly sexy strut in a slit skirt at episode's end was phenomenal ─ all I could do was wonder aloud how there can be women so bloody devastating as actress Bridget Regan.

But I sure do want the "Oscar" character put to death ─ he disgusts me.

Anyway, show number three finished at 9:40 p.m. It was Doom Patrol ─ episode five ("Finger Patrol") of season two. This time my source was an Fmovies.co link.

These episodes have dragged of late because of how silly and unrealistic they have become, but this was most certainly climaxed with overwhelming dreadfulness. Now I must wait a number of days ere the series moves back into its rightful rotational sequence.

I sure like "Baby Doll". I've needed someone like her all of my life, I think.

I could watch something else ─ a sitcom, perhaps. But that would require more drink, and I am presently just finishing off the 10 or so ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) that I have poured into a glass to enjoy with Doom Patrol. I cannot just stand here and watch even a sitcom without alcoholic enhancement, but I dare not abuse my allotment as desperately afforded through my weak financial resources.

Last night when I had the consciousness to remember, I went online to determine if my monthly pension income had been directly deposited, and it had. My desperation was that my absent and likely partying wife would discover and plunder the new 'wealth'.

She had not, so I transferred the money over to my private account.

The experience likely adversely affected my sleep thereafter. Yet here it is at 10 p.m., and I durst not seek to retire and hope to remain abed until 6 a.m.

Perhaps I should try?

At any rate, I am going to begin finishing up the various browser tabs and apps that I presently have open. It always takes time, for I am active on this machine ─ I have so little true life.

I also must brush my teeth, so I will deal with that first.

Enough blogging for today. Bed by 11 p.m.?

😈So Soon Depravity?👹

Well, I never even tried to get to bed ahead of 11 p.m. last night. It was either 12:40 a.m. or even 1:40 a.m. ─ all is a sorry blur. I am a most wretched man.

I cannot continue this path, but none other are open to me. Only this incarceration to debt and helplessness.

Somehow I managed to rise to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, and I later ─ shortly after 7:30 a.m. ─ went forth to the backyard tool shed for the usual morning exercise session. Specifically, a single repetition in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to see if aught can be done to overcome my right leg's self-diagnosed patellar subluxation and arthrogenic muscle inhibition that has been my state a week shy of an entire years now, for my mishap was March 1st of last year.

We had a return to freezing last night, and today was primarily sunny, so the freezing will likely be back for tonight.

Anyway, once I was done in the tool shed and had come back into the house, I fixed up my day's first meal, and I brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer to soon enough eat.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom before 8:30 a.m., I believe; but I waited until at least 9:10 a.m. before going downstairs to join him.

He wasted little time in inviting me to commence operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, at which time I led things off with an eight-minute (8:45) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Canada’s Emergency Website Goes Down… During an Emergency!

After that was an 11-minute (11:15) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Gone Viral On Twitter! Canadian Fed MP Only Cares About Gays Stuck In Mexican Cartel War.

This Canadian Federal Politician's SHOCKINGLY EMBARRASSING Statement About Canadians Stranded In Puerto Vallarta Is Going VIRAL Worldwide. Will Albertans INSIST She Step Down?? As The Stomach Churns In Marxist Clown Canada.

Third up was a 38-minute (38:35) video published February 20 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with PPC leader Max Bernier - February 2026.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) hosts the leader of the PPC, Max Bernier, to discuss a Canada that has become unrecognizable. This, as it shreds its commitment to the "rule of law" and engenders a growing democratic deficit. How is it that Canadians of different stripes can be treated so differently even as their government moves in secrecy to bind them to destructive globalist initiatives? And how long can it be before Canadians consider a populist, freedom-orientated PPC platform that has remained unchanged since the Party's inception in 2018?

That was followed with Juliet Bravo ─ episode 13 ("Family Unit") of the first season or series. My source was uploaded December 20, 2025, to YouTube's The Draconians. channel: Juliet Bravo-Series 1,Episode 13.

We finished up with a movie, but we still have well over half of it to watch, so I shall say nothing about it until then.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, although she did not emerge from her bedroom to shower until 9:45 a.m., so she had to hustle to get herself all ready for her sunny drive fairly soon past 10 a.m.

I was to have some light exercising in her vacant bedroom into the early part of the second half of the afternoon.

Right now it is 6:38 p.m. and I must break from blogging now so I can cram in three shows this evening here on my bedside computer, watching them with some drink.

I emphatically will NOT be screwing up my night like I did last night.

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First on the agenda was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 12 ("Derby Day") of season five. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

The episode and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) were done by 7:41 p.m. at most. 

The episode was good. And it was truly nice seeing one of the agents ─ a 'plain Jane' ─ seemingly making romantic headway with an Air Marshal she had previously met on a flight.

Anyway, there went my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

The second was enjoyed along with Blood Ties ─ episode eight ("The Good, the Bad and the Ugly") of the second season. My source was another TVSeries.video link.

The episode was done by 9:07 p.m., but only that late because my computer seized up just as the episode began, and I had to shut down and then restart. In the interim, I took the time to brush my teeth ─ that can take 10 or even 15 minutes.

My last show ended by 10:38 p.m., but only so late because yet again, early into the show my computer again froze with a great deal of noise and I had to force a shutdown, then restart. While I waited for it to fully reload, I played a very difficult game of Microsoft FreeCell.

So all told this bloody evening, I've lost well over a half hour from these two debacles. A penalty for last night?

Regardless, I finally watched S.W.A.T. ─ the premiere episode ("Shaky Town") of season two. My source was this M4uFree.cx link.

I used to watch the series pre-COVID with my brother, but we drifted from the series, so I just began watching it again entirely on my own. I was never fussy about it anyway ─ the lead character and actor just do not resonate with me.

However, this episode was pretty good, I admit. And the 10 or so ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) I drank during it were not the sole reason.

Okay, at present it is 11:22 p.m., so I am going to publish this post now, start wrapping up quickly whatever else is needing completion on my computer, and get to bed. It obviously will not be ahead of 11 p.m., but it will be well before midnight.

Fall Back and Callback

My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm roused me for the second straight day, but I felt a little improved over yesterday.

Even so, when I went forth around 7:30 a.m. for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed, a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups was all the painfully stiffened muscles in my upper arms cared to withstand.

Then I spent some time with the squats designed to challenge my damned right leg's knee and quadriceps muscles.

The moist, chill morning air was delightful ─ well above the freezing point after several mornings of more frigid temperatures. But I sure miss being able to just up and go for long walks now that I am badly lame.

Back in the house, I put together a first meal of my day of fare that was entirely provided by my wife, and I brought that upstairs to eat here at my bedside computer.

I never heard my wife come home last night, so I am fully confident that she got held back by co-workers celebrating her official birthday (she had enjoyed at least two pre-birthday celebrations, popular girl that she is).

But she had a full workday today, emerging from her bedroom just after 9:40 a.m. to shower and ready, and was away on her rather long drive 20 or so minutes later.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning well past 8 a.m., and I joined him no earlier than 9:10 a.m. for some morning T.V.

At his invitation for me to commence operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led off with a 10-minute (10:33) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: “Fall Back !" Leaked Audio of El Mencho’s Recorded Threat to Mexican Police.

In this video, I break down leaked audio allegedly involving Nemesio Oseguera Cervantes, also known as El Mencho, where he appears to order police to back off — and they comply.

The recording raises serious questions about corruption, influence, and who really holds power in parts of Mexico. I also discuss comments from Donald Trump, who recently suggested that Mexico’s president Claudia Sheinbaum appeared afraid when addressing cartel violence and U.S. pressure.

We were to have time for just one further video, and my brother reluctantly left with much of it remaining because he had to ready shortly after 10:30 a.m. for a later noon appointment he had with the banker currently managing my brother's RRIF investments.

The video had been published two days ago (but recorded three days ago) to Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: Dallas Brodie - What's Going On In Our Province (B.C.).

Dallas Brodie MLA (OneBC) spoke at The Truth Matters event at Riverside Cavalry Chapel, Langley, B.C., February 20/26. Dallas's story of her experiences in the B.C. Legislature is shocking to all who believe in democracy. Her presentation is followed by a Q&A.

OneBC Website: https://1bc.ca 

A presentation by Danielle Pistilli and Tanya Gaw (Action4Canada) proceeded Dallas Brodie's speech and can be seen here: https://rumble.com/v76398a-action4canada-danielle-pistilli-and-tanya-gaw.html

This was far better than I ever expected ─ and I am a Dallas Brodie fan who intends to vote for her in any future provincial election, if possible!

I was back to bed for my nap by 12:30 p.m., I would estimate; and I rose anew around 1:40 p.m. My brother never returned until after 2 p.m., for he had run a couple of errands following his meeting.

But he was not home to stay. He soon enough left for a bus to take him away so he could begin social drinking.

Towards 3 p.m. I underwent some light exercising in my wife's bedroom this mostly cloudy day (though there have been extensive sunny periods).

Right now it is 5:09 p.m. and I am going to take my usual daily blogging break to have my day's second meal, and then watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drink. I will finish up and publish this post well into the latter evening.

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First up was Smash ─ episode two ("The Callback") of the first season. My source was this Fmovies.co link.

The episode finished by 6:39 p.m., and I had enjoyed a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during it.

The two main competing actresses ─ and the backup female dancers ─ all have such magnificently muscled legs! If I had ever been involved in that industry as a younger man and around such specimens on a daily basis, I would be so darned frustrated ─ I would need to be sexually involved with a girlfriend or else married just to endure the exposure to these phenomenal females.

Next up was something new ... and something old, for I have the vaguest memory of the series, but only realized it after I was into the episode.

I am speaking of Profiler, and it was the premiere episode ("Insight") of the first season that I tuned in. My source was this 1Movies.bz link. Note that I tried over a half dozen other sources when I found that the video at this website was compressed at each side and also overlaid with some Eastern-European or even Eurasian language, but they were all using the same original source and thus I was left with no other option.

Lead actress Ally Walker is profoundly familiar to me from some later series when she was a little older, but danged if I can figure out what it was.

What is important is that the episode was certainly interesting enough, so I shall retain it on my rotation of shows I am currently watching alone here in my bedroom evenings.

Incidentally, it finished by 8:05 p.m. And so went my second beer. I realized that my brother had arrived home at some earlier point.

My third and final show was FBI ─ episode 17 ("Lineage") of season seven. My source was this MovieGo.st link.

That episode was very interesting, but it struck me soon after the sister had self-defence killed her brother without there being any actual visual evidence that it did actually occur in that fashion, that maybe she had deliberately despatched him and was in fact the new gang mastermind.

I was a tad surprised that this never occurred to these FBI professionals. 

The episode was done by 9:37 p.m., and during it my wife had come home from work. She was busy downstairs in the kitchen.

Right now it is 10:01 p.m. and I am very nicely buzzed from about 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

I might as well call this post complete and deal with the chore of brushing my teeth, and then start doing what I need to do to finalize the four open browsers and the numerous tabs, as well as other open documents and files.

Maybe I can finally be to bed well before 11 p.m.

My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm definitely roused me, soft though the chime be.

It has been at least a full two weeks since I last walked anywhere ─ I definitely have begun feeling my social inhibitions mounting. I was reluctant to make the four-block walk to No Frills.

There had been some rain overnight, and maybe even when first I rose. But rain or no, I knew that I needed to ensure that I left home as early as possible or else I would be at risk of losing my resolve to go.

An online check of my financial situation was such that ─ with only $20 in my wallet ─ I was going to have to withdraw money at the ATM of a Vancity nearby No Frills. Since my debit card only works for the joint account with my wife, I have to make an online transfer from my private account of whatever funds I wish to withdraw.

It seemed of utmost prudence to only transfer over $40, for to do more would drop my account's balance below $100. This is how destitute I am at present. Just over $20 in my joint account, and just over $100 in my private account. My monthly pension will not be getting direct-deposited until sometime after next weekend.

Fortunately I got away on my walk well before the store's 8 a.m. opening ─ maybe even 10 minutes before, if not even a little more.

It wasn't raining, but everything was wet. However, I could see some small breaks in the cloud cover that I did not at all appreciate ─ I crave the gloom and even inclemency for these outings.

But I got it all done.

Nevertheless, it is so disheartening to find how disabled my right knee is. Walking home with my purchases was most awkward and laboriously slow, my stability so often insecure because even the slightest of grades challenges me ─ whether climbing or descending.

I got back home to find that my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom for the morning. In fact, he was not to do so until around 9:20 a.m., by which time I was killing time watching T.V. via our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, having tuned in a women's bare knuckle boxing match uploaded to YouTube June 3, 2025: Crazy KnuckleMania Throwback Full Fight! Taylor Starling vs. Charisa Sigala!

The fight went the distance of five rounds, and all round breaks were removed from the video, so its total length was only 11¾ minutes.

With my brother having joined me, I then tuned in a 17-minute (17:17) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: It’s a Cartel! Why Canada Dumps Perfectly Good Milk.

Dairy Cartel rules strictly control the industry.
I take a look at why we do this and why prices would be much better if we worked with the US.

That was followed by a 56-minute (56:21) video published earlier today to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: Trump Wants More Glyphosate, Rand Paul Bill to End Liability & CHD Seeks to AAP Battle.

Today: Brian Hooker, Ph.D. co-hosts “This Week” with Polly Tommey. There is a lot of news for them to catch up on: an ACIP meeting postponement, HHS agency shakeups, legislative bills and lawsuits, COVID injection concerns, pandemic origins and more.

Plus: Climate change is oftentimes blamed for extreme weather events and other phenomena such as extreme turbulence when flying commercial aircraft, but is it possible there is another explanation? Tune in to this edition of “Geoengineering Report” to find out!

Our final video was actually our third sitting of a movie we began several days ago, and which I had previously downloaded. It was 2011's Jack and Jill.

I don't now recall my source, but I venture that it was likely this OK.ru link.

Our first sitting of the movie had me absolutely detesting it. Even with all of the celebrity cameo appearances, it was totally unfunny and a dreary watch. I was more receptive when we had our second sitting. And today, I was to find that it was rather amusing. I'm just glad to have it behind us now.

And with it done, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I had eaten during the women's bare knuckle boxing match, so I believe that I likely got to bed for a nap very early into the noon hour. When I later roused from what seemed a deep snooze, I could barely understand how only an hour or so had passed since I had gone back to bed.

And with that realization, that nap didn't seem so restorative.

My wife only had to work the latter part of the day, so she had risen at some point while I was napping.

Today is her birthday; but alas, I cannot afford anything for her. So while she was busy downstairs in the kitchen, all I could think to do was go down to her and contritely thank her for coming into the world 53 years ago; and I added that I hoped by now she had enough celebrating.

She agreed that she had, for I know of at least two pre-birthday parties this past week on her behalf ─ she has a lot of friends, unlike me.

It was possibly no more than five minutes past 3 p.m. when she left on her fairly long drive to go to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

This is a bath day for me, so I am not going to bother with any light exercising in my wife's available bedroom as I type these words at 4:07 p.m. The shopping walk will be the totality of my exercise today.

I am going to break from working on this post, and will not conclude it until the latter evening. That bath is next; and then I will fetch some supper, my day's second meal. After that I will be doing a little drinking while watching some shows here on my bedside computer.

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My first show and can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) were done by 7:34 p.m.

I'm going to miss this series, for the show was Prime Suspect, and finale episode 13 ("Stuck in the Middle with You") of the only season. My source was this Tvids.to link.

This one had a rather sweet ending for a change, because it seems clear at last that "Detective Dan Duffy" now cares about "Detective Jane Timoney".

And she him.

My brother returned from his daily social drinking a little before I began my second show. 

Anyway, show (and beer) number two were basically done by 8:49 p.m. The show was Madame Secretary ─ episode eight ("Need to Know") of the first season. This time my source was a TVseries.video link.

It was good; and even a little touching towards the end when a rescued and badly beaten American operative was flown back home and met by his wife as he limped down the aircraft stairs for an intimate embrace he emotionally reciprocated.

My final show ─ and about 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) ─ finished by 9:52 p.m. The show was Betrayal ─ episode four ("...That Is Not What Ships Are Built For") of the only season. My source was yet another TVseries.video link.

Man, this series is fast getting intense ─ I have no idea how the two adulterous central characters are going to get through their spousal betrayal unscathed. What makes matters so much worse is that neither of them has a spouse who does not deserve their marital loyalty ─ there is only love.

I have no further comment.

At present it is 10:22 p.m., so I am going to begin shutting things down once I give my teeth a brushing. As yet, my wife has not come home from work. I suspect it likely that there are still those who want to celebrate her on the day of her actual birthday.

Spoonful of Ashes

With the usual impaired sleep during the latter hours of my night, when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, at first in a dream state I believed myself to be getting a phone call.

After being up, towards 7:15 a.m. I decided to use my nebulizer and inhale hydrogen peroxide for 15 minutes because I am still massively overproducing mucous following my last respiratory infection, yet now both eustachian tubes seem unduly sensitive ─ the right one especially.

Whether coincidentally or not, my right nostril tends to have some caked bloody mucous over the past several days ─ not much, but it is very present. I have no idea what I might be snorting backwards and swallowing over the course of a day.

I normally snort inwardly to clear collections of mucous, but I am wondering now if maybe doing so has drawn infected matter into these two tubes. Anytime now when I do such an inward snort, it has an unpleasant very sensitive impact on my ears ─ no doubt, the eustachian tube. I am not trying to draw the mucous anywhere but into my throat ─ I never before noticed that this action was also involving those two tubes.

Man, it sucks to be getting older and older! Everything declines.

After the hydrogen peroxide treatment, I then went forth to the backyard tool shed for the usual exercises, managing only a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; then it was the squat work to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

If I cannot win a major lottery to afford all the diverse help I need, then I see no way out of this dead end in my life.

I am only having one meal today, and it is scheduled for no earlier than 6 p.m. Thus, I was back upstairs after my exercising, spending time here at my bedside computer when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

I waited until just past 9 a.m. before joining him for some morning T.V. However, he was so annoying slow in inviting me to begin operating our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box that I almost returned back upstairs instead of just wasting my time watching the useless mainstream news and the lengthy commercial breaks.

But he finally did the right thing, so I was able to tune in a 41-minute (41:16) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada Public Health Officials Humiliated In Court With Pie On Face. Must See Interview!

Lawsuit Update- Toronto Public Health Humiliated With Pie On Their Face! They Could Not Provide ANY Scientific Evidence In Court As To Why They Shut Adamson BBQ Or ANY Businesses Down. They Also Could Not Refute Multiple Scientific Experts That Brought Evidence Against Them. Interview With Jody Ledgerwood & WHY This Adamson BBQ Case Is So Important.

https://www.givesendgo.com/bbq_rebellion

After that I tuned in Reacher. Now, according to my last mention of the series back on Boxing Day (December 26), I had written that my brother and I had watched the first two episodes of the series in one sitting, so episode three ("Spoonful") was supposedly next.

But it seemed to both of us as we watched episode three that snippets of scenes were somehow familiar, even though the episode did seem otherwise unfamiliar.

So when the episode was over, I tuned in episode four ("In a Tree"), and the same impression overcame us. I don't know just what my brother felt was familiar ─ we did not compare. But for me, there were various key scenes.

Why, though? This is the first time that I have written of the series since mentioning the two of us watching the first two episodes.

All I can speculate is that maybe around New Year's Eve or Day while we were drinking, we watched the third and fourth episodes, and thus were too drunk to recall much of them. It would also explain why I never wrote of watching them.

Oh, well.

My brother returned to his bedroom after that fourth episode; and right around noon I was back into my bed for a nap, remaining there until around 1:40 p.m.

My brother left on foot around 2:06 p.m. to catch a bus and go social drinking.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:45 a.m. to shower and such, and left us on her rather long drive 30-40 minutes later.

Either late yesterday afternoon or early in the evening while my wife was downstairs, I was considering offering her use of the four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) that she had 'borrowed' several days ago and opened. I said 'borrowed' because a day or two later she did return it.

But before I made her the offer, I slipped into her bedroom to see if it was barren of alcohol ... but it was not. Her two sons and friends of hers advance-celebrated two or three evenings ago her coming Sunday birthday, and it seems that she acquired four bottles of wine on that occasion. She was already into one of them, so I did not need to be concerned for her ─ when I watch my shows here on my bedside computer, I close the door so I can have the volume to my taste and also not be disturbed from my immersion into whatever I have tuned in.

By the way, when I was lightly exercising in her vacant bedroom mid-afternoon today, I noticed that it had been ─ and maybe still was ─ lightly raining outside. Consequently, our snow drought not experienced since 43 years ago is continuing. This is definitely most remarkable!

Right now it is 5:05 p.m., and I am about to break from work on this post so I can watch a show and enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) before having my day's only meal. I want to report that I have just stripped down in the bathroom for a naked weigh-in, and I do believe that I was just under 180 pounds. I think that is the lowest register I have seen thus far this year of 2026.

Anyway, I shall return in the latter evening to conclude this post.

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My first show and beer completed around ... I want to say, 6:21 p.m. The show was Harlots ─ episode six of season two. My source was this OK.ru link.

It was pretty darned good! I even felt some eye-tearing late into the episode. All I will say is that I have new respect for the matron "Wells" woman ─ I was truly expecting that she was going to crumble to "Lord Fallon" and ensure that the stabbed woman died and thus could not identify him as her assailant.

But will she truly get hanged for confessing to a killing that one of her daughters had done, thereby protecting the daughter from the threat "Lord Fallon" had made that he would spill the beans about the daughter being the killer?

My second show ended at 7:56 p.m. It was The 100 ─ episode 11 ("Ashes to Ashes") of season six. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

It was interesting enough, I suppose; but nothing reached out and affected me emotionally. I did find it to be unexpected that "Echo" summarily knifed ─ twice ─ and thus killed the 'Prime' who had been helping her and then betrayed her due to his vacillation at betraying his family and people.

Due to having a soupy meal before the episode, my second can of beer was not going down particularly easily, and I had only drunk a bit over half of it by the show's conclusion.

My third show finished by 9:04 p.m., and I was delighted upon checking my viewing list that the Titans was to be that show ─ this time, episode six ("Conner") of season two. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

What a gorgeous set of calves guest actress Genevieve Angelson (as Dr. Eve Watson) was displaying in her opening scenes wearing a tight red dress! Wow!

This episode was quite intriguing, and well worth the wait to discover the fate of Robin falling helplessly from a highrise since the closing of the previous episode. From the look of things, "Conner" is going to be inducted into the Titans once the team figures out how to save him from the couple or so kryptonite bullets he was shot with.

I am solidly looking forward to the next episode when its turn rolls 'round.

I had poured myself a glass of maybe 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge to enjoy once I finished that second beer, but the beer lasted so darned long that I only drank maybe an ounce of wine by the time the episode was done.

Well, to remedy that, I chose to watch a sitcom ─ it has been a while. I wasn't even solid on just which one I last watched, so I gambled that next up was Trollied ─ episode four ("Glen Beef's Beef") of the first season. My source was this M4dFree.cx link.

I don't know what it is about the "Julie" character as presented by actress Jane Horrocks, but if I was her co-worker and she fancied me and got outright physically forward with me, I'd be a gonner to her.

At present it is10:15 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and then spend the 15 or so minutes brushing my teeth before I start finishing up whatever I have left undone or needs closing on my computer, and then I shall get to bed.

The plan is to rise at 6 a.m. to do a little grocery shopping when the local store opens at 8 a.m. Much is going to depend upon what remains in my bank account, for a withdrawal will be required.

Well, my wife just got home!

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Things were truly looking up last evening because I saw that I could finally be getting to bed possibly even before 11 p.m.

But it was not to be. Deviance took over my thoughts and I was not to get to bed until ... was it 12:20 a.m. or 1:20 a.m.? I cannot now recall. At any rate, I still dared to set my cellphone alarm for 6:30 a.m.

Even with such a late bedtime, my latter night was affected with very poor sleep. It's almost diabolical.

But I did rise at 6:30 a.m. and was anon able to have some backyard tool shed exercise once it was daylight. It was the usual, though ─ a mere repetition in all six sets of pull-pus and chin-ups. And then I dealt with the squats to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

Back in the house, I fixed up my day's first meal and then brought that upstairs to my bedside computer to soon enjoy. I was to coincide with my younger brother as I was leaving the kitchen ─ he was almost down the stairs with a load of laundry that he was to commence taking care of in the laundry 'room'; and then he began watching T.V. news. Possibly it was around 8:15 a.m.

I waited until at least 9:10 a.m. before joining him, and quickly enough got his invitation to start working our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box.

Our first video was excellent, and was listed at close to 1½ hours (1:28:37). It had been published yesterday (but recorded two days ago) at Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Dallas Brodie: Land, Resources and Money: Theft in Plain Sight Feb 18 2026.

Dallas Brodie, MLA and leader of OneBC, joined Tanya Gaw on the Empower Hour to continue their conversation about the Indian Reconciliation Industry that is robbing Canadians of their hard-earned tax dollars, land and resources. You may live in another province and think that this matter doesn’t concern you but know that BC is being used as a testing ground for the rest of Canada.

OneBC:
website: https://1bc.ca/

There were more reference links at the Rumble video description, so please feel free to check it out.

We were only to watch one further show: Route 66 ─ episode 10 ("The Beryllium Eater") of the first season. My source had been uploaded December 30, 2023, to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E10 The Beryllium Eater (December 9, 1960).

It was nice seeing actress Inger Stevens ─ the rather sexy actress was to die in 1970 under mysterious circumstances at the age of 35, alas.

Although my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, he was back out again before Bev had yet come forth for the day. I cannot recall when I returned to bed for a needed nap, but I believe that I was up again by 1:40 p.m.

Rather to my surprise, I was to find my wife home! And she was to remain, apparently having the day off work.

I saw on her Facebook account early this morning that her sons and their girlfriends joined some others in an advance birthday celebration for my wife last evening ─ I think this is the second such party my wife has enjoyed. Her actual birthday is on Sunday.

With my wife home and her bedroom unavailable for my usual light exercise session around mid-afternoon, I instead went out to the backyard tool shed and repeated my morning exercise session ─ except I performed better. I opened with three pull-ups, then had a set of just one. But in the two sets of chin-ups, I managed two in both sets. But I only managed a single pull-up in each of the two sets performed between the child's metal slide ladder that I have to use, and which I have stretched across some roof rafters.

It is not much warmer than it was this early morning when the ground was frozen! What somewhat concerns me is that with the overcast sky, I noticed while out there this afternoon that I could detect the occasional small white particle of snow falling Earthward.

Thus far we have been having the first season without any snow since that of 1982/1983, which is 43 years ago ─ I hate to see us not match that uncommon record.

Anyway, it is 5:42 p.m. right now, so I am going to break from this post until the latter evening. My wife has been busy cooking for some while, so I expect to be having a better meal than I usually do. And then I will be enjoying some T.V. here on my bedside computer along with some drinking.

Be back later!

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My first show and beer were done by 7:19 p.m. The show was Stargirl ─ episode seven ("Shiv Part One") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

It finished interestingly enough ─ who is this mysterious school janitor who seems potentially from the Age of Chivalry or some similar era? 

My second show and beer were done by 8:16 p.m., and I actually shed some tears towards the end of this one. The show was A Gifted Man ─ episode 11 ["In Case of (Re)Birth"] of the only season. My source was this MoviesJoyTV.co link.

I would explain the scene where my tears commenced, but the task is somewhat complex and would take a lot of description.

My final show finished at 9:17 p.m. It was Legacies ─ episode 15 ("I'll Tell You a Story") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

Even though it never touched me, it was a very interesting episode. All impossible garbage, but still very engrossing.

And I used a new glass for my wine. This morning I found one discarded for the garbage by (I am sure) my youngest stepson. When I picked it up, I could detect nothing wrong with it ─ a heavy wide glass with a "Bacardi" signature embossed in a raised fashion along the curve of the heavy glass. The signature looks more like "Bacardiy".

This glass resembles it ─ the signature is the same, but it does not have the printed words "Bacardi Select" below the signature:

The only flaw I eventually found after spending some while checking it out was that along the rim at one point there was a vague irregularity implying a soft chip ─ that is, nothing jagged or obvious, and perfectly smooth but for the slight 'dip'.

So I retrieved it, finally relinquishing the glass tumbler that I have been using for water and wine here in my bedroom since November 2021.

And so for Legacies, for the first time I poured Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) into it, unsure how the quantity would compare to the tumbler ─ I never had the brains earlier today to compare.

Well, the tumble yields maybe a comfortable eight ounces if not filled to the brim. After drinking the wine in the Bacardi glass, when Legacies was done, I filled a regular-sized empty beer can with water and the water filled the glass virtually to the brim ─ so maybe a dozen ounces.

I had poured maybe 10 ounces of wine into the glass for the show, and thus maybe two ounces more than is the case with the glass tumbler; initially I was thinking I was short-changing myself on quantity, but I was wondering on the duration of the pour ─ it seemed longer than when I would stop in pouring into the tumbler.

Now I know ─ I poured at least 10 ounces. And I certainly can live with that! I appreciate the buzz I am feeling.

I am going to now brush my teeth and then start shutting a lot of what needs closing here on my bedside computer. I want a sensible bedtime at long last. Right now it is 10:05 p.m.

Bizarre Dick Bunny

My night's latter part was extremely poor where sleep was concerned. At 5:35 a.m. I rose to use the toilet, but I could not countenance rising at 6 a.m. to the setting of my cellphone alarm, so I reset it to 6:30 a.m.

I felt myself to be virtually sleepless thereafter, but when the alarm chimed at 6:30 a.m. I could scarce believe that it was already that time ─ it did not seem possible that I had lain awake for so long, so I must have surely dozed.

And I felt things to be manageable ─ I did not feel especially ill slept.

Anon I was to have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed ─ the usual single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and then the squat work to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

Although the grass was not obviously frosty, it was distinctly cold outside. And with the heavy overcast sky, I had little doubt that if precipitation were to occur, it would be snow. I am hoping that we can match the last time 43 years ago when we went through a Fall, Winter, and Spring without any. I was 33 years old back then, but I honestly do not recall any such snowless season.

Anyway, upon returning into the house, I put together my day's first meal; and I also brought upstairs to my bedroom two slices of pizza my youngest stepson had apparently left out in the kitchen last night for anyone to take. The two pieces will provide the foundation of today's second and final meal.

My younger brother barely emerged from his bedroom before 9 a.m.

When I joined him around 9:10 a.m. or very shortly thereafter, and got his invitation to start operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led us off with a video just topping an hour (1:05:42) that had been published December 2 (2025) to Rumble's Lees_Oil channel: Healing with Cancer Documentary : The Story of Lee's Oil.

A documentary about a man on a mission to find a better pathway to healing from Cancer. Lee Whitley takes you on a journey with some of his people that he's helped on their cancer journey.

This emotionally charged and inspiring story about Lee's mission to help people that had no options left with a natural medicine.

For more information please visit www.leehelps.com or email us at lee.whitley@gmail.com

This was interesting! If I could afford to make a purchase of the pills, I definitely would.

I followed that with Agatha Christie's Poirot ─ episode four ("Four and Twenty Blackbirds") of the first season or series.

And we finished up with some more of the comedy movie we had begun yesterday, but it seems we shall require a third sitting before we have seen all of it.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest, and I was back to bed for my needed nap before Bev had yet emerged from their bedroom for the day.

The morning cloud cover soon enough left as the morning advanced and we had a majorly sunny day.

Soon past 3 p.m. I resorted to my wife's vacant bedroom for some light exercising, and then I got to work on this post, breaking at one point for my day's second and final meal.

And now it is 6:02 p.m., so I am going to pause anew from blogging to watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having some drinks.

I will conclude the post in the latter evening.

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My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was enjoyed along with The Flash ─ episode 11 ("A New World, Part Two") of season nine.

This was a rather rare episode in that "Barry Allen" was little involved ─ the secondary characters outside of his family are generally much more interesting to me. I even got a tad wet-eyed when "Khione" came on confidently strong and vanquished the villain in the episode.

But her self-identification as being a goddess alarmed me ─ is she about to go power-mad?

My source for the episode was this TVSeries.video link, and the show was done two or three minutes past 7 p.m.

My second can of beer and the show I watched whilst drinking it finished at 8:06 p.m. The show was Superman & Lois ─ episode 14 ("Worlds War Bizarre") of season two. My source was another TVSeries. video link.

I managed to get very emotionally caught up in this episode ─ those tears flowed, as did my rage in abhorring and wishing the destruction of power-thirsting evil. But I daren't get into this ─ I haven't the time.

My brother must have arrived home during the episode from his daily commute to go social drinking, so he was downstairs choking himself conscious on his slobber as he probably sat 'watching' T.V. with Bev.

My third and final show was done by 9:05 p.m., as was about eight ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) in a glass tumbler that I had poured for the show's enhancement.

It was most interesting, but it never touched me in the least emotionally.

The show was The Expanse ─ episode eight ("Salvage") of the first season. My source was, oddly, a third TVSeries.video link this evening.

I used to watch the series pre-COVID with my brother, but I never recorded just where we last left off. Just from what I could remember and what Wikipeddia episode descriptions supplied, I gambled that we only got as far as the fifth episode of the series.

Yet some of what I have watched in episodes six and seven were vaguely familiar, but I could not quite identify what. Often, I was nearly as drunk as my brother back then.

Well, in this episode I recognized one scene where a major character had a rather key extended interaction with someone who proved to be a Mormon missionary aboard a passenger space ship, and I also recognized the entire closing scene involving the hotel reception gun battle as well as the discovery of the sought-after young woman's body in her hotel room ─ she was almost covered with some sort of ... something.

So I had progressed farther into the series than I guessed, but I have little choice but to continue as I am, delivering up a beer or glass of wine to each almost forgotten episode.

Since it was still unusually early for me of late, I tested the 6¾-minute pilot of a fairly early 2000 six-episode T.V. series called Dick Bunny. It wasn't exactly top-notch, but since the episodes are so short, maybe I will try to remember to tune another episode in from time to time.

I am going to brush my teeth now, and then start shutting down whatever I have going on here on my computer before I restart it. I confess, though, to having prurience pounding heavily at my mind's door, and I am strongly inclined to respond.

Right now, it is 9:55 p.m.