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.