Letting Go

Due to not getting to bed last night until after midnight, I had my cellphone alarm set for 6:15 a.m. But I was not to need it, for at one point I thought I might have heard the alarm vaguely sounding, so I rose to check.

It was 6:01 a.m. However, it was not my alarm ─ some unknown caller had phoned.

I rose, and was soon busily involved downstairs with our new R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. It quite pisses me off that I can only work on the TV Box in the early morning because after Bev gets up into the midday, she watches T.V. until she goes to bed at night and thus it is off limits to me.

I am having trouble installing VirusTotal. I cannot download the apk online via a browser app ─ it just will not download; but I have downloaded it via the Downloader app and the Troypoint channel. Unfortunately, after I attempt to use VirusTotal, it claims there is no internet connection. I have installed it a few times after uninstalling the previous installs.

I see some tricks I could try as I type these words in the latter afternoon, but of course I have no access to the TV Box with Bev desiring nothing else in her life but to sit and watch bloody T.V. each and every day once she gets up.

It's annoying. I don't even like having to hobble downstairs with my crippled right leg when she is there because I am in full view. I tend to try and remember in the latter afternoon to go and fetch what will be my supper if I hear her come upstairs to shower, or else when I hear her sneak outside to smoke.

Anyway, I had my early morning exercise session out in the backyard tool shed ─ a single repetition in all sex sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to challenge my bad right leg.

I was back here at my bedside computer before my brother emerged from his bedroom for morning news shows and instant coffee.

At joining him around 9:10 a.m. and very soon being invited to commence operation of our Android TV Box, I led off with a video not too short of 1½ hours (1:25:53) that had been published yesterday to Rumble's TheCrowhouseOfficial channel: The Fall.

Max Igan usually doesn't have any specific point in recording a video, so describing one is also pointless. Basically, though, Muslims good and misunderstood, the West bad through and through, and the End is nigh so start stocking up on food and survival tools and necessities.

We also watched Red Cap ─ episode two ("True Love") of season two. As I explained yesterday, the only source I know of requires each episode to be downloaded, and unless the user has a "premium" subscription, the downloading process is lengthy ─ about as long as it would take to watch the episode.

That difficult source is via this Kprotector.com link.

Also, there is a restriction on the downloads. Yesterday I downloaded three of them, but today I am being told that I have to wait two days before I can download again. Well, I bypassed that by using the Tor browser. I only need to download two further episodes and I will have gotten them all.

My brother returned to his bedroom following Red Cap, getting further rest before heading off well into the early afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking.

I am finding myself beginning to court that which I should not, and sought my nap after 1 p.m. as a result. I wish that I had the means to get out of here honourably, and go off somewhere to properly live what life I have remaining.

I should mention that my wife had another full workday scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower, and about a half hour later left on her fairly long drive.

I had some light exercise in the latter afternoon in her vacant bedroom before I had my day's second and final meal. This exercise session does involve further squat work, so that element of it might not qualify as being "light" ─ it is definitely most challenging.

But enough ─ it is 6:20 p.m. and time to watch two or three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and drink a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I will conclude the post later this evening.

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The Expanse ─ episode three ("Static") of season two ─ was my first show. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

It was interesting enough, although nothing much was relatable to me; and it was done by 7:22 p.m.

Afterwards, I was to hear my brother cough downstairs, so I realized that at some point he had gotten back home. 

I failed to take note of just when my second show finished ─ surely no later than 9:12 p.m., and possibly earlier. I met with issues trying to watch the show. Three times early into it my computer either crashed or else just froze ─ the failures varied.

The first two times I had used the same website, so the third time I tried a different source to no avail.

So when I gave it a fourth try, I did so forsaking the Brave browser I had been using and instead gave AVG Secure browser a go, and this time I met with no problems.

The show was Stargirl ─ episode 11 ("Shining Knight") of season one. My loyal source was this 1Moviesz.to link.

It was a very good episode, for it brought forth my deep-felt tears. I need to feel such depths.

And so was to go a second can of beer.

Wouldn't you know! A very few ─ maybe three ─ minutes into my final show, and my computer seized up yet again. This is sickening ─ and all because I have no access to my very own T.V. down in the living room!

So I ran CCleaner in the hope that it might clear out the most superficial impediments. I could run a Windows registry evaluation and repair via CMD (windows Command Prompt) or whatever it is that I need to do to kick that into gear, but it takes several hours to complete. It's more of an overnight deal.

But CCleaner seemed to be enough. I returned to my Brave browser since AVG Secure failed, and I watched all of A Gifted Man ─ episode 15 ("In Case of Letting Go") of the only season. My source was this VIDSrcme.ru link.

It was darned good. It was certainly touching, but it didn't hit me like Stargirl did, oddly. But now I only have one episode of the series remaining ─ will it be conclusive? 

Whatever the case, my episode was done by 10:36 p.m.

Not 20 minutes later my wife texted me to ask that I leave my four-litre box of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) in her bedroom ─ a glass of 12 ounces or so of the wine had boosted my enjoyment of A Gifted Man.

That's enough blogging for today. I hope that I don't screw up ─ I want to be to bed before midnight. It is already 11:14 p.m.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

If I recall correctly, I was to bed last evening ahead of 11 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m.

After some sleep I was to find myself awake, and wondering if it was close enough to 6 a.m. that I might just as well get up from bed ... but it was only around 2:30 a.m. at most.

I used the toilet, but it was to take some while before I slipped back into any sleep.

At 6 a.m. I was fairly eager to rise because it would give me some freedom to work on further setting up of our new R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. This time I got it linked to Google Playstore, but I ensured that the option to have my apps scanned with Play Protect was turned off, and I also ensured that auto-updates of my apps was also turned off.

I never got everything done I wanted to do, but that's okay for now. I broke for my usual morning visit to the backyard tool shed for the usual single repetition in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work for the benefit of my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

I was done just ahead of 8 a.m.

It still gets remarkably chilly outside overnight. Last Thursday around 6:15 - 6:20 a.m. I went outside to streetside to bring one of the wheelie bins back from the previous day's emptying, and the lid was iced over. This morning, it looked like a neighbour's sloped and shaded roof was white with some frost.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 8 a.m. as I sat here at my bedside computer. I tend not to join him for morning T.V. until 9:10 a.m. or so, but I was surprised this morning while I was in the kitchen around that time by my wife already making her appearance ─ she usually doesn't emerge from her bedroom until after 9:30 a.m. on those days when she is scheduled with a full workday such as was so today.

However, I failed to take note of the time when she left on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant ─ it may have occurred at her usual time just after 10 a.m.

My brother had been quick enough to invite me to take over the T.V. with the Android TV Box, so I led things off with a short (2:21) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada Has Officially Fallen. Someone Please Help Us. SOS.

I wish I could tell everyone that this is a Saturday Night Live skit. It's not.
This is the NDP political party.
At this point I would rather we be invaded by well...Anyone.

Then came two videos uploaded to YouTube's AnitaK channel:

🞉 Why Canadian Politicians are Dangerously Low IQ. (16:41) March 27

🞉 Making Jagmeet Singh Look Normal! Political Cavalcade of Wokeness. (15:19) March 29

Up next was Supernatural ─ episode 13 ("Devil's Bargain") of season 13.

That was followed by a 14-minute (14:25) video uploaded May 7, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Polybius | The Most Deadly Video Game in History | More Truth than Legend. 

Was Polybius real? In 1981, an arcade in Portland was the scene of countless gamers coming down with migraines, having heart attacks, seizures and strokes. Local teens were suffering from amnesia and having hallucinations. All due to a mysterious game that seemed to arrive out of thin air.

The game was called Polybius.

And even though playing the game was dangerous, it was highly addictive and caused some teens to become hyper-aggressive. 

Fights started breaking out at the arcade. One player was stabbed to death. All traced back to people who played Polybius.

Why would the government allow the public to play such a dangerous game? Because the government created it.

We finished up with Red Cap ─ episode one ("Betrayed") of season or series two. I didn't try to find a link source through a streaming app in our Android TV Box because I doubted I would have success. Rather, I have been slowly downloading the episodes from this Kprotector.com link that requires solving a CAPTCHA and then suffering through a long, long download wait with each episode. I only bother with a couple or so episodes every few months.

My brother went for further bed rest when the show was done, confirming that he would afterwards be making a beer run. This of course meant that I dared not have an official nap ─ just a lie-down with my bedroom door ajar by a couple of feet.

Incidentally, before I did that, my youngest stepson got busy finally getting my Rogers Wireless account fully transferred over to Telus, so I have retained my proper phone number.

Anyway, I was to find that a two dozen flat of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) cans and a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) still top out at $84.10.

This is a bath day, so I skipped any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. I just hope that there is hot water remaining, for my brother showered before we went to restock on drink; then later after he left to catch a bus to go social drinking, Bev had a shower. And now at 5:21 p.m. my youngest stepson has been showering for quite some time ─ he got there ahead of me.

I may have to postpone my shower until into the early evening, but that is to be determined. Meantime I am going to take a blogging break and have my day's second meal. At some point I will be watching some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having a couple of beers. Wine may follow if the evening does not become too very late.

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Getting a late start, my first show didn't finish until 8:27 p.m., and somehow I still had a wee ounce or two of beer remaining in the can ─ quite an achievement since I had drunk nothing since my very hot and lengthy bath.

The show was The Gifted ─ episode six ("iMprint") of season two. My source was this Fmovies.co link.

The episode was good ─ I am enjoying that one of the blonde normally ruthless triplets seems to have a good streak.

My second show and beer were over by 9:22 p.m. My viewing choice was The Alienist ─ the premiere episode ("Ex Ore Infantium") of season two. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

Apparently the episode title translates as "From the Mouth of Children".

My brother and I used to watch the first season back when it was more or less current. I know he would enjoy returning to this second season of the series, but there are just far too many series for us to watch together in the mornings ─ I cannot keep adding to the roster unless there are more openings, and there just are too few of those happening.

My wife arrived home before my third and final video, for I had taken the time to brush my teeth. However, we never spoke. And while she was afterwards downstairs busy in the kitchen, I poured myself around 12 ounces of Sommet Rouge from the tiny quantity remaining in the box in her bedroom. She seemed to be doing some cooking, so I expected she would be having a pre-bedtime meal before she began concerning herself with wine.

I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode three ("In Cold Blood") of season three. My source was another TVSeries.video link.

It was very good ─ a few times it had my eyes burning with emotion. This series generally always has deeply human storylines. 

It was done by 11:01 p.m. And about 10 or so minutes later, my wife playfully inserted herself into my bedroom by bringing back the nearly empty wine box and soliciting if I had a replacement.

Ahh, she can be damned endearing! She took my new one, but only long enough to pour herself a glass in her bedroom, and then she returned the box, explaining that she had another full workday tomorrow.

Somehow I am going to have to acquire another box before I next need beer, for I only drink two of those strong beers an evening. I may have to visit the local 'beer & wine' store early on the weekend, for it opens at 8 a.m. both days.

I have an abundance of money at present, but some dreadful annual billings are coming due as of the start of April and on into early July. But I cannot live like a flagellating monk ─ I need my evening T.V. and the solitary bedroom drinking that goes with it.

I must seek to be to bed by midnight, and already it is 11:34 p.m. ─ I doubt that I shall succeed.

Awful Hungry

Finding myself awake at one point well into my night, I decided to use the toilet, and in rising saw it to be something like 4:28 a.m.

I returned to bed knowing that my cellphone alarm was set for 5:30 a.m., but I was unable to sink into sleep, so I rose well before 5 a.m. and was soon downstairs monkeying around with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

This time it was early enough that my younger brother was not going to be interfering with my attempt to log into Google Playstore and thus activate the app. However, the security code they sent by text did not arrive ─ my new wireless carrier Telus is still having difficulty cementing my old Rogers cellphone number into the Telus system.

So I had to have the code emailed.

For me, this means hobbling up and down a stairway of a dozen steps, for my computer is upstairs and bedside here in my bedroom, while the T.V. is of course downstairs in the living room.

But I fetched the code and got it entered into Google Playstore ... only for them to announce that I now had to wait a further 24 hours for another verification email to be sent to me.

Fed up, I started downloading some apps through other means, and now have some decent 'sideloaded' streaming apps.

I wanted to get some grocery shopping done, and finally resolved that I would hobble the half mile to No Frills right after its 8 a.m. opening ─ or reasonably soon after, at any rate.

When I left within 10 minutes of 8 a.m., it was at least overcast and fairly chilly ─ I can't always have light rain, it seems.

I got the job done and was back home before anyone else was up. However, my youngest stepson had never even gone to bed until sometime after I had first risen.

Walking was disconcertingly awkward for me even without carrying any groceries. I need to practice using my bad right leg, but I cannot ─ there is no privacy here where I live. I cannot be afoot unseen anywhere nearby. I would like to have a grassy or earthy area where I could try and do some hopping and jogging, if this is possible ─ I don't believe I can, but I am never going to know while living where I am.

My brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until maybe 9:15 a.m., so I had possession of the T.V. to ensure we would get straight into watching shows via the Android TV Box. I still need to locate both Rumble and BitChute apps, though. I'll see about that early tomorrow.

So our first show was 50 minutes (50:24) and had been streamed two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Michael Ma, Gift to the Consevatives?!

Join myself and Portuguese Pai and Dan Freeman

Next I tuned in This Is Us ─ episode 13 ("Our Little Island Girl") of season three.

Unfortunately after that we wasted our final 20 or so minutes watching a British show we had seen before, but could only remember bits of it. I finally tuned out so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further rest.

I was unsure if he would be making a beer run today, so after my day's first meal, I lay in my bed with my bedroom door ajar by six or so inches to try and be alert enough to hear when he again exited his bedroom.

My wife was first to emerge from hers, for she was scheduled to work the latter part of today. Then Bev came forth to spend the rest of the day watching T.V. downstairs.

I took advantage of my wife in the kitchen busy washing the removable interior from the electric rice cooker and had her try texting my phone ─ and the text came through. She then tried to phone me, but it never rang and she was connected to my number's voicemail.

When I access my cellphone's information about me, it displays a phone number that I believe is the one that Telus had temporarily assigned back on Thursday when my stepson was arranging the transferring of my account from Rogers Wireless to Telus ─ they had told him that it would take 2½ hours or so for the transfer to set. I never needed to use my cellphone until yesterday morning when Google was sending me the texted code I was to need to sign in to Google Playstore, but the code never arrived.

I tried to have a second one sent with the same result. That was the first time that I had reason to believe I had a problem.

Hey, it's 6:23 p.m. ─ I've got to take my blogging break and start watching a couple of T.V. shows here on my bedside computer whilst indulging in a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I already had my day's second and final meal; and before that, I had exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Oh, about my brother's beer run! He plans on it tomorrow, so I could have properly napped.

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What a nutty first show ─ but I liked it!

A can of beer lasted virtually throughout due to the rather heavy proximity of my supper.

The show was Black Mirror ─ the premiere episode ("Joan is Awful") of season six. My source was this TVids.to link, but beware that this website will open up a new advertisement browser to an infamous online gambling platform.

Dear Annie Murphy, and those spectacular calves only displayed in the episode's church scene!

I'm not sure, but the episode was done around 7:36 or 7:38 p.m., for it was close to an hour long.

My second can of beer was nicely sacrificed to The Carrie Diaries ─ episode 11 ("Hungry Like the Wolf") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I do like the series ─ it does grow on a person as the episodes pile up. And it brought me to 8:35 p.m.

I took a break to brush my teeth, and then opted to watch a sitcom after pouring myself maybe five or six ounces of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) from the dastardly dwindled contents of the four-litre box in my wife's bedroom. However, I procured the box in the dark, and in so doing overturned a glass of water onto her bedroom carpet.

I did what I could to sop it up, but I don't see how she can fail to notice.

The sitcom I tuned in was Kitchen Confidential ─ episode eight ("Teddy Takes Off") of the only season. My source was this 1Moviesz.to link.

It's a little weird knowing that one of the main cast members ─ Nicholas Brendon ─ died nine days ago.

The episode was done by 10:02 p.m., at which time I realized that my wife was already home. Fortunately, she was gabbing on her cellphone, and had gotten very involved in the kitchen.

It was originally my wine box, but there isn't much left in it for her. I'll get more early tomorrow afternoon when I take the 'beer run' ride with my brother.

I'm going to publish this now at 10:27 p.m. and try to be to bed no more than a half hour from now.

Ambition

Rather than hobbling off early this morning to do any shopping, after rising at 6 a.m. I decided to set up our new R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I had to give up around 8:30 a.m. when my younger brother emerged from his bedroom and came downstairs to watch T.V. news.

What stalled me the most was that I had discovered that in trying to sign in to Google Playstore, I needed to provide a security code that they were sending to my cellphone. But the code did not arrive ─ no notification arrived of any text messages.

Two days ago my youngest stepson supposedly set me up with Telus, freeing me from Rogers Wireless's gouging. I was going to keep my old cellphone number because I had been using it for 26 or even 28 years, and it is the cellphone number registered with more accounts than I can even begin to think of.

Well, this morning I discovered that Telus had assigned me a new bloody cellphone number! That was why no text message arrived from Google.

Since the wireless carrier change occurred two days ago, I can only hope that my original cellphone number is not lost to me because of 'bad grapes' on the part of Rogers. I was not involved in setting up the carrier change, so my stepson is going to have to deal with this, but it is now 3:08 p.m. and he has still not gotten up from bed.

As for the Android TV Box setup, I can do nothing during the daytime because once Bev gets up in the early afternoon, she watches T.V. all day until she goes to bed at night. I cannot do a thing until early tomorrow morning.

And now my stepson has come to the rescue (3:38 p.m.) ─ he retreated to his den area with my cellphone, promising he was going to straighten out this mess.

When my brother and I tried watching T.V. via the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, it doesn't yet have any streaming apps, so streaming was not an option. Even the YouTube app insists on the user first logging in, despite having an option to watch videos as a guest ─ it seems that this option is a lie.

So I inserted a USB stick and tried playing a couple of downloaded videos using the only media player offered among the apps already installed, but the volume was ridiculously garbled. This led me to eventually get an MX Player downloaded and installed via the only browser app (Chrome); and the MX Player reproduced sound perfectly, so something must be amiss with the VLC Player.

I am considering just not bothering logging in to Google and putting third-party apps I will start to download at risk of disappearing because of Google's need to police these devices.

If I have no apps on the device requiring my credentials, then if I happen to have malware in a future app download, it can't do me any personal harm, can it? The T.V. isn't 'smart' ─ it's 18 years old. It's just a T.V. ─ no connection with Google or Alexa or anything like that.

So I'm looking into maybe trying that out.

Anyway, the first video I played was the documentary Paragraph 175. Unfortunately, it started off with Germans telling their woes, and my brother is mentally challenged when it comes to dealing with ongoing subtitle reading. I had no idea if the documentary was all foreign-language or not, so I had to tune out.

If you read the Wikipedia description to the documentary and have any interest in watching it for yourself, my source was published March 28, 2024, to BitChute's Taurusman channel: Paragraph 175.

The next video on the thumb drive was Peep Show ─ episode four ("Sistering") of season or series three. I am doubtful, but possibly my source was this May 18, 2025, upload to YouTube's Absolute Jokes channel: Peep Show | ''Sistering'' | FULL EPISODE | Series 3, Episode 4.

The final video was published November 13, 2023, to Rumble's Classic Films & Movies Archive channel: Perversion for Profit. 

The video titled "Perversion for Profit," made in 1964-1965, talks about concerns regarding the rise of explicit content in magazines and its potential impact on society. The film suggests that such material may be found in local places like newsstands, malt shops, or drugstores. It uses humor to discuss the perceived decline in cultural values and warns people to be cautious about pornography. The images are often censored with black bars, and the film emphasizes the negative effects of explicit content on children. It mentions the availability of obscene material due to modern technology and expresses concerns about its influence on youth, leading them towards various sexual activities. The video suggests a link between explicit material and moral decay, as well as vulnerability to communism. It discusses nudist magazines and attributes a crime to the influence of such material. The film advocates for community action, encouraging people to contact merchants, write letters, and report objectionable materials to the police, emphasizing the law as a tool. The video concludes with a plea for deliverance from what it perceives as evil in society.

This was certainly a rather quaint feature indeed! However, with maybe 10 minutes to go, my grumpy brother announced that he had seen enough and he headed on back to his bedroom for further bed rest ─ it was maybe 11:15 a.m.

I think I was to bed for my nap ahead of noon.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and so she emerged from her bedroom perhaps around 9:40 a.m. and after showering was away on her fairly long drive soon past 10 a.m.

I never exercised in her vacant bedroom this afternoon because of needing to be accessible to my stepson. He finally returned my cellphone fairly near to 5:20 p.m., saying that the issue seems resolved. Telus suggests that Rogers may be interfering with the full account transfer. They further said that not too much can be accomplished in this regard on the weekend, so I guess there will be further movement on Monday. For now, I do seem to have proper text and phone number access.

We'll see how it goes tomorrow morning when I get back to mucking around with the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box setup at the T.V. downstairs.

Right now it is 5:53 p.m., so I am going to break and watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having some drinks. I have not had a meal today, but I will likely have a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) or two first.

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I should clarify that although I did not exercise in the morning or in my wife's vacant bedroom in the afternoon, I did go out to the backyard tool shed after mid-afternoon and had a usual morning session ─ that is, a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work for benefit of my damaged right leg.

My first show this evening was done by 6:48 p.m., along with most of a can of beer. From what my bare feet are experiencing on my bedroom carpet, I may have lost a fifth of the beer due to foaming-out at its opening. When my stepson was here in my cramped wee bedroom earlier, he tripped backwards on my dwindling supply of beer, apparently doing quite a jostle-job on them as I have discovered.

So I drank the can a little quicker than usual rather than torture myself by trying to draw out the process; and then I ate my meal during what remained of the show.

The show was Sight Unseen ─ episode eight ("Fluffed") of the first season. My source was this M4uFree.cx link. It was entertaining enough, but so very preposterous.

My second show was The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode four ("Milk") of the fourth season. My source was this CineGo.co link. The show was done by 8:08 p.m.

I found myself still disgusted with June for betraying the other handmaids who trusted and believed in her, two of whom were pushed to their deaths from a high building, two were shot in the back and thus killed, and two others killed by a fast-moving train.

However, I'm finding myself quite drawn to timid but spunky little one-eyed Janine.

My final show ended at 9:35 p.m. It was The Guardian ─ episode 13 ("Ambition") of season two. My source again was a M4uFree.cx link.

It was very good ─ at the tail end, it even had my eyes burning with emotion.

I got through the episode with the last of the can of beer I hadn't finished during The Handmaid's Tale; the possible two ounces of organic red wine remaining in my bottle of St Hubertus Gamay Noir; and maybe a half ounce of Johnny Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky.

I am going to get this post published and look towards a reasonably early-to-bed evening, for I do intend hobbling off in the early morning to do some grocery shopping. Consequently if I am to spend further time labouring at setting up our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, likely I am going to need to rise at 5 a.m.

Right now it is 10:05 p.m., so I have hope of being to bed well ahead of 11 p.m.

Upping the Ante

I cannot recall if my bedtime was nearer 1:30 a.m. or 2:30 a.m. last night, but I got up this morning at 7:28 a.m.

There was to be no morning backyard tool shed exercising. I had already made that decision last night.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom maybe around 8:15 a.m. (I say "maybe around" because it may have instead been around 8:30 a.m.)

I hobbled downstairs to join him around 9:10 a.m. This is his usual laundry day, so when after a couple of minutes he trundled off to the laundry facilities leaving the infernal Morning Show running, I took the initiative to cancel out of it and put the T.V. under control of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box.

At his return, I was all set to play a 19-minute (19:12) video published earlier today to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: New Climate Study Debunks Key UN IPCC Dogma a.

https://libertysentinel.substack.com/p/new-climate-study-debunks-key-un?
Breaking research reveals the key metric behind so-called global warming is based on “physically meaningless” calculations. If true, it could upend decades of climate science and policy.
A new study published in the journal Science of Climate Change completely demolishes the primary measurement used by the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and the World Meteorological Organization to claim the planet is facing dangerous warming due to human activities.

I nearly tuned out ─ I hate when videos are set to play at an accelerated speed and people speaking sometimes sound like gobbling turkeys.

Next I tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 10 of season or series 33.

With only four streaming apps remaining in our Android TV Box (the others were automatically uninstalled each time I accepted offered updates over the past couple of months), just Stremio offered any links to the episode ─ maybe a half dozen. However, none of the working sources played through and I lost portions of the latter part of the show jumping around to each working link.

I see that I really cannot hold off hooking up our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box that I have had for maybe two months, for the Android 9 has been blocked from being able to install any apps whatsoever, and thus I cannot replace what have been uninstalled, nor can I install anything else. Apks seem to install ─ they go through the process; but then nothing is any different when the installation is supposedly done. There is no trace of them.

But it's such a bothersome process acquiring a library of new apps in a new Android TV Box, for I will also need to try and ensure that Google and Android do not have the power to do this nasty uninstallation, nor impose this app-blocking.

Anyway, my brother and I finished watching 1969's Oh! What a Lovely War. This was our third sitting.

I had previously downloaded it onto a USB stick, but I seem to have left no record of why I did so. I have no idea now on my source, but I see that it is available at this Internet Archive link (2:18:26); or a slightly longer version (2:21:05) at this OK.ru link.

With the movie done, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. And I was probably to bed for a nap no later than 12:20 p.m.

After rising and while working at blogging, I was gearing up to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, when noise in the kitchen made me wary that maybe she had come home.

And it was so. Not to remain, though, for she had to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She came to me and asked that I e-Transfer her $400 online, giving me $400 in cash to pay for the transaction. So I did that.

Not wishing to have no exercise today at all, and not knowing just when my wife might be leaving for work, while she was eating at the dining table shortly after 3 p.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed and confronted the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, actually managing to open with two repetitions in the first set; the other five sets were the usual single repetition.

Then I did one of the two exercises to strengthen my damaged right leg ─ the shed had actually become too warm for me to care to deal with the second exercise. The afternoon had gotten most sunny. I figured that I could later finish the exercising in the house where I could disrobe accordingly.

I was to find that my wife was gone.

Right now it is 6:08 p.m. and I have supped, so I am going to break now from blogging and watch some T.V. here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drinks.

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I had my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while watching an especially harrowing episode of The Rookie. The show was the third episode ("The Red Place") of season eight. And my source was this TVSeries.video link. 'Twas done by 7 p.m.

The story reinforces why we should never just allow ourselves to be drawn to strangers ─ certainly not to the degree that we allow ourselves to be vulnerable and exposed by being entirely alone with them.

I must credit the guest actress portraying victim Samantha ─ this girl can act! I have no idea how she was able to sustain so much genuine tearful close-up crying. I have trouble getting the tears to roll down just one cheek even when I am emotionally involved in a deep show, but she kept doing it with both of her cheeks merely by acting.

My next show was long ─ 54 minutes. So rather than torture myself by trying to make my second can of beer last me, I concluded that it would be better to enjoy it and then finish up the episode's final 15-20 minutes while leisurely brushing my teeth.

The show was Doom Patrol ─ episode eight ("Dad Patrol") of season two. My source was another TVSeries.video link.

Some of the premises of the characters' conundrums are pretty hopelessly flimsy. But there were a few times in the episode when the April Bowlby character was darned attractive. I just don't understand why we hardly get to see any of the two main actress's physical sex appeal ─ they're always covered up with clothing. Some of the brawny guys have gotten to go bare-chested and show off, but a good display of female leg, for example, is never offered.

Anyway, by the time the show was done and I had fully dealt with the dental hygiene thing, it was 8:20 p.m.

At 9:28 p.m., I finished my third show, along with maybe 10 ounces of St Hubertus Gamay Noir 22 vintage red wine (22.7% alcohol) ─ a 2022 vintage of just supposedly 600 cases. If there are a dozen 750ml bottles in a case, then only 7,200 bottles were put on the market, and I'm practically done my bottle.

The show I watched was Friday Night Lights ─ episode 14 ("Upping the Ante") of the first season.

I love this series so much thus far that it's nearly insane! My source was a third TVSeries.video link this evening.

Too early for bed, and rather than just down the couple of ounces of wine in my glass, I tuned in Whitney ─ episode seven ("Sorry!") of season two. My source this time was a uFlix.to link.

I of course immersed into the episode!

I suppose that it was not later than 10:07 p.m. when it and my bit of wine were done. And my wife evidently came through the front door at 10:24 p.m.

I am pondering rising at 5 a.m. tomorrow, especially if I intend mucking about with the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, for I was also ruminating about doing some very early shopping.

Whatever the case, it is presently 10:30 p.m., so I am going to stop blogging for today and publish this post.

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Another day of self-disgust, but at least I haven't been feeling it as devastatingly deep as last time. Maybe some of that lack in severity is because I went to bed around 1:30 a.m. last night ─ not after 4 a.m. like before.

Still, I did not bather setting my cellphone alarm and torture myself further by forcing me to rise early to try and have a backyard tool shed exercise session.

Strangely, though, a point arrived in my night when I noticed that it might be growing light outside, so I checked the time and saw it to be something like 6:28 a.m., and I didn't feel particularly short on sleep.

Thus it was that I rose, and I was to be out to the toolshed about 1¼ hours later for the usual pathetic single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work for the primary benefit of my bad right leg.

I was back in the house and upstairs here at my bedside computer with my day's first meal to hand before my younger brother had yet emerged from his bedroom for coffee and morning T.V. news programmes.

After he did do that, I joined him just after 9:10 a.m. and soon enough got his invitation to put our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to work. I started us off with a 17-minute (17:50) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Official IEA Document. What's ACTUALLY True About So Called "Covid Style Lockdowns?"

Here's What The International Energy Agency Document Is ACTUALLY Recommending Countries Do To Use Less Oil... And What It Can Mean For The Public. *I read the important/relevant parts from the 23 pages and show the ACTUAL document so you can decide for yourself what's TRUE about "Covid Style Lockdowns."

I then tuned in something related ─ a 24-minute (24:45) video published yesterday to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: You Can't Just Ditch Fossil Fuels (CLIP)- Art Berman.

We never watched all of that latter video, for at approximately the 13-minute mark I tuned out because my brother expressed finding it boring.

So I tuned in Rescue: Special Ops ─ episode two ("Thrillseekers") of the first season. My source was probably this February 15, 2014, upload to YouTube's Pascal channel: Rescue Special Ops season 1 Episode 2.

It was definitely entertaining, but whether it was YouTube's fault or that of our Android TV Box, the video began lagging farther and farther behind the audio until characters voices would say an entire sentence before their lips began moving onscreen. I found that this actually impeded a little of my ability to understand all of the Aussie-accented dialogue when I didn't have the benefit of watching lips as well as listening.

We finished up with more of the long old movie we began two days ago, but it is going to require at least a third sitting before we are done.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest around 11:30 a.m., and I think that I was to bed no later than 12:10 p.m. for my needed nap.

This is a bath day, so I was not intending any afternoon exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, though initially I certainly had the time to spare. But then after some dawdling, my youngest stepson took it upon himself to switch my cellphone server carrier from Rogers Wireless to Telus, and that ended up costing at least an hour.

Rogers has been raping me financially since last July when they launched their 5G network because I refused to contact them and get a new 5G-able cellphone. They not only added on $3 to my bill each month, but they put me on a 2G network and fined me something like $80 for the privilege.

They were already charging me something like $64 a month for service so the $3 were added to that. My youngest stepson had pointed out that my cellphone plan only provided me with something like .49 gigabytes ─ note that is not quite half a gigabyte ─ whereas he claimed that he was paying much less than I am, but has 300 or more times the gigabyte allowance.

He'd looked into this long before today, but today he geared up to make the changeover without first alerting me. I only knew when he came here where I was seated at my bedside computer, and he then asked for my cellphone ─ which is his old one that he handed over to me three or so weeks ago, an iPhone 14.

He was on his own new cellphone talking with a Telus agent while impersonating me, and had come to get essential information from me.

I guess he had to go through at least a couple of agents to finally get everything resolved. But ultimately, if I go for a two-year contract with automated bill debiting, it will cost me $40 a month ─ $50 if I don't go for the automated debiting. But I will have something like 174 gigabytes of data, an amount I could never likely come anywhere near using in a month.

Anyway, he pushed it through, and the change was supposed to occur during the next 2½ hours or so ─ my Rogers cellphone number would remain the same, but now be alive with Telus.

So Rogers has lost me after something like 26 years, but they did get one last bite out of me ─ I paid my latest bill online yesterday: $63.84 down the drain.

It is 5:34 p.m., so I am going to break from blogging and have that bath, and then start watching three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer whilst enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and then some wine.

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My first show and can of beer were done by 8:09 p.m. ─ later than I like.

I had watched FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode two ("Varsity Blues") of season five. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

It was definitely a good watch! And it spoke wonders of why all lads need to develop a desire to become fit and as strong as is their potential. Weakling Zach could otherwise have just picked up a chair and vigorously taken the offence against the dame who kept poking him with a knife, and not just whimpered and plead for her mercy.

Incidentally, my brother was already back home from his daily social drinking before I began watching the show.

My second show and beer were done by 9:41 p.m. The show was S.W.A.T. ─ episode four ("Saving Face") of season two. My source was another TVSeries.video link, but I had to maybe use three of its sources due to buffering issues.

It's good ... the series. I never thought much of it back in 2019 or whenever it was that my brother and I used to last watch it.

My third show was accompanied by 11 or 12 ounces of St Hubertus Vineyard Gamay Noir red wine (12.7% alcohol) ─ Gamay Noir is the grape variety. The vintage I have is 2022. However, for some reason the winery's website is presently offline.

The show was FBI: International ─ episode 19 ("Flinch Now and It's Over") of season four. My source was yet another TVSeries.video link, but I had no problems with this one that was the default source.

Again, another very engrossing episode! Guest actress Shiva Negar was smouldering hot as a temptress for Interpol Agent "Smitty" (played by actress Eva-Jane Willis). It's interesting how it may be possible for someone heterosexual to be drawn into at least a bisexual bent.

I also want to mention how haggardly bad guest actor actor Kenny Johnson has aged even since his regular role in S.W.A.T. He looks so darned weathered ─ like he's been boxing for years and usually losing.

I neglected to take note of when the episode finished, but I still had maybe a couple ounces of wine reaming in my glass.

12:02 a.m.? That was when my final show finished with which to usher away the last of the wine in my glass. I had tuned in Sullivan & Son ─ episode two ("The Bribe") of the first season.

It was amusing, even if I never even twitched a slight smile. This time, though, my source was this uFlix.to link.

Enough ─ I must get to bed, dating my post's publication at 11:59 p.m. 'yesterday'. It is actually a.m. 'tomorrow’ (March 27).

I became so exasperated last night after it was past 1:30 a.m. and I was still up trying to salvage this post that I finally had to leave it alone and get to bed with the post unpublished.

Thank the Lord that I had previewed the post before I changed its date from today, setting it instead for 11:59 p.m. yesterday; for I had no sooner made that change when everything in the bolded blue text disappeared from the post ─ I had no trace of it except in that preview tab.

I tried and tried to fetch the lost text from some cache. 'Form History Control' was utterly useless. And I spent so much time researching what to do, but everything was futile. It does seem that this has occasionally happened to other Blogger.com users recently.

What I ultimately did was save a .pdf file of the preview tab's content. Then this morning after getting up at 7:28 a.m. (I cannot remember when I went to bed ─ was it after 2 a.m.?), I used the simplified Sumatra PDF Reader so that I could copy and past the text, for Adobe Acrobat on my old computer takes infernally long to load and display anything that the minutes just drag along and still I cannot have full use of it to begin scrolling because it has not yet down loading all of its features. I just see that it is "not responding".

Besides, I am unsure if copy and paste is possible with Adobe Acrobat.

Anyway, I saved the lost text, yes; but of course I had no live links, and anything italicized was no longer so. I wasted enough time on the damned post that I had no desire to spend even more trying to locate the video sources. The reader will just have to go to the websites identified and do a search.

And now I am finally going to publish this post at 8:31 a.m. Friday, March 27 ─the hope is that it will display as having been published yesterday just ahead of midnight. 

Stranger on the Shore

For once, last evening I was to bed ahead of 11 p.m., so rising at the summoning of my 6 a.m. alarm was easier (but still not a breeze).

Around 3:07 a.m. I had taken a bathroom break for some urinary relief, and I could see that my wife still had a light on in her bedroom. Was she sitting up watching a video or some such on her smartphone or tablet, or had she simply succumbed to weariness without the wherewithal to rise and extinguish the light? Her bedroom door was pulled shut, so I could not tell.

Once I was up for the morning, I eventually had the puny performance out in the backyard tool shed of a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups before I turned to the squat work to thus far futilely rehabilitate my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

Then back in the house, I got together my day's first meal before I came back upstairs to spend some time here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until possibly around 8:30 a.m.; and it was 9:10 a.m. before I hobbled downstairs to join him for some morning T.V.

He was quite prompt in inviting me to put our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to work, so I led us off with a 12-minute (12:53) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: TFW's at Tim Hortons While Canadians Can't Find Jobs.

The next video I tuned in topped an hour (1:04:24) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: He Predicted The War in Iran Now Prof. Jiang Predicts This Will Become Trump’s Vietnam | Redacted.

Professor Jiang joins the program to share a provocative warning about how the current global conflict is mirroring the strategic failures and long-term entanglement of the Vietnam War. This deep dive explores the geopolitical shifts and military escalations that suggest a prolonged struggle is on the horizon. Watch for an expert analysis of the historical parallels that mainstream outlets are failing to address.

To my surprise, about halfway through, my brother announced that he had to start readying himself for an 11 a.m. barber appointment. He did the readying, and then got to watch maybe close to the final 10 minutes of the video before he left on his drive.

This allowed me to get back to bed for my nap soon after 11 a.m., but I was up again by 12:49 p.m.

Mid-morning we had some rain, but by afternoon I think there were sunny breaks, with a chilly breeze.

My wife evidently had the day off work, but she never emerged from her bedroom until after 3 p.m. By that time I had decided to skip any afternoon exercising. Even if she did vacate her bedroom, I don't like getting too late an afternoon start; nor did I feel up to reproducing the morning tool shed routine.

Besides, I am feeling down. I had come across a video uploaded July 10, 2019, to YouTube's CozyHollow channel that featured fitting footage of various 1960s hippie-era nostalgia that hit me deep: Scott McKenzie - San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair).

I was 17 when this song was released in 1967 ─ I turned 18 later in October. So the 'flower children' culture was something I strongly identified with ─ I just wasn't into drugs. But I longed to have the courage and mindset to have been able to socialize and be a part of that unique community of people, and not be as pathetically isolated as I was.

The music of that time is powerfully evocative for me. I began feeling emotional looking at all of those beautiful young people in the video, realizing that most of them are probably dead now, and certainly elderly if they are still alive, for I am 76 years old.

Then I noticed another video I wanted to watch ─ it had been uploaded September 19, 2025, to YouTube's Smurfstools Oldies Music Time Machine channel: MARIANNE FAITHFULL 📀 As Tears Go By {DES Stereo} 1965.

That one brought out my tears. My life could have been so different, if only I had met a woman strong enough to only want to be with me, and who was totally determined and committed that we would make a life together ─ maybe I would have found the missing courage to have done something with my life as a young adult and not when I was deep into my declining middle age.

When I saw and played a third video ─ one uploaded March 5, 2017, to YouTube's MrHaagsesjonny1 channel: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 @ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ─ I had to force myself away from these music videos or I was going to get nothing more done.

I used to want to have a suicide soundtrack of all the songs from back when I was a teen and maybe some from my early 20s ─ something I could play off in the wilderness somewhere while I got steadily drunk and worked up the nerve to kill myself. The heartache and regret and loss that old beautiful music causes me would push me over so I could do the deed however I had intended.

But with today's technology, I could probably have a video soundtrack with a backup power source ─ if need be ─ that might run for a couple of days. That would really do it ─ actually watching those young performers I loved back then who are mostly gone now.

I seem to have done nothing but make ruinous, wasteful mistakes all through my teen and adult life.

My wife seems to have left now at 4:30 p.m. without having said a word to me as I have sat here at my bedside computer with my back to my open bedroom door ─ she had to pass by it quite a number of times as she bustled about.

It is very possible that she is gone now until sometime Friday ─ maybe after work that evening. This is the partnership I have ─ not some idealized 'flower girl' of the 1960s who I could have grown old with, and who loved so many of the things I loved, as I would have loved those that she loved.

Heck, my wife wasn't even born until 1973 ─ the 1960s were nothing she lived through and keenly misses. 

I must break from blogging. I want to do some drinking, so I am going to tune in a couple of the T.V. shows I follow here on my bedside computer and shut myself up in my darkened bedroom and lose myself for a while. It is 4:43 p.m.

But I sure feel like watching old music videos and crying.

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My first show was the rather musical Smash ─ episode five ("Let's Be Bad") of season one. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

The singing and dancing ─ and the absolutely awesomely muscled legs of both actresses Katharine McPhee and Megan Hilty ─ were unquestionably diverting of my gloom.

And I finally saw the actress who is the reason I started watching the series ─ Tala Ashe of DC's Legends of Tomorrow. However, she did not come across as memorable nor striking as she was to me in that particular series. But she does have another five appearances to put in on Smash, so who knows?

The show and almost all of my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) were done by 5:48 p.m.

My second beer and show got me as far as 7 p.m. The show was Profiler ─ episode four ("I'll Be Watching You") of the first season. My source was this 1Moviesz.to link.

It was enjoyable throughout, and it was grand occasionally hearing the famous saxophone hit "Stranger on the Shore" ─ it took me awhile to nail down the instrumental's title. I finally believed that it might be "Moonight on the Shore", so nothing was resulting in my search. Oh, well.

But it was a clarinet ─ not a saxophone: hear it by Acker Bilk at this YouTube link. I had the impression correct that it was an Acker Bilk hit, at least.

Incidentally, Google AI had no idea that the song was played a few times throughout that episode, so AI doesn't know everything.

I had gotten damned hungry because I had only eaten the one early meal today, but I just didn't have it in me to have to hobble down the stairs in full view of Bev squatting in the living room on the chesterfield where she sits all the day long watching (my!) T.V. from the time she rises sometime midday until she finally goes to bed at night.

I hate this marginalization in my supposedly own home.

My brother returned home from his daily social drinking before I commenced my next show.

That show was FBI ─ episode 20 ("Startup") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

They actually had me wondering if they were killing off Missy Peregrym's character. It was a good episode!

And it was done by 8:44 p.m., along with a 10- or 11-ounce blend of Chilean Diablo Dark Red (13.5% alcohol) and Canadian Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) wine in approximately equal portions in the glass.

So at 8:54 p.m. as I type these words, I am unsure what I shall now do. Certainly I will take the time to brush my teeth ─ generally 15 or so minutes; but will I just call it an evening and go to bed? I crave close and intimate human physical connection, which I have not had since sometime in March 2013.

I am decaying for want of it. Morally, at least ─ shut up here in my cell of imprisonment that has become my physically crippled and debt-ridden home situation here in South Asian-dominant Surrey.

I will say nothing more in this post. Tomorrow's will tell the tale, if sordid it is to be.

How can such a hopeful, relatively romantically pure teenager from the 1960s become this wretch?

The Seduction

Communication with my wife via cellphone and text as described in yesterday's post kept me up a little later into the evening than otherwise would have been. I never did hear her come home, I don't think.

I was to learn from her this morning that she did not gamble away the money I talked of in the post. According to her, she needed to transfer it to someone in Thailand, and she subsequently got it paid back.

I know nothing further ─ it seems less than plausible without actual details.

As usual at rising to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, I felt crappy. But I did later have the usual feeble single repetition in each of six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed, followed by the squat work.

We'd had rain overnight and on into the latter morning. 

I wish I lived somewhere without neighbours. Were that so, every day I would be outside trying to see if I can jog with my damaged right knee ─ I would at least try, even for several steps if it was possible. But I am not putting on any gimp shows of entertainment for everyone out there in my present environment. As I have said in the past, the moment I set foot outside the front door here, there are nine houses from which I would be immediately visible, and one house more if anyone happened to be out in its driveway.

There is no privacy. I live under virtual house arrest.

Anyway, I was back into the house and upstairs here to my bedside computer with my day's first small meal before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, possibly just ahead of 8 a.m. (I'm not sure on that).

My wife surprised me by emerging from her bedroom for the day before I headed on downstairs just past 9 a.m. to join my brother for some morning T.V. She showered and got herself ready, and left a half hour earlier than usual for a scheduled full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

It was maybe 9:35 a.m. when she left. Often she has not even emerged from her bedroom for the day as early as that, so maybe she had something to do before showing up at the restaurant.

As for T.V. with my brother, upon getting his invitation to commence operation of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I began things with a 14-minute (14:25) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Lab Grown Milk To Replace Dairy Cows. Health Canada Approves Mass Production!

"Health Canada" Approves Lab Grown Milk For Mass Production To Replace Dairy Cows & Cause "The Most Profound Disruption Of The Agriculture Sector" As Fertilizer Costs Soar From The Iran War. Agenda 2030 Right On Track. Must See Information.

I next tuned in a 13-minute (13:09) video published earlier today to Rumble's Free Your Mind Videos channel: Critical Thinking - Our Tribal Intelligence - Personal vs Group Knowledge.

However, my brother found it to be too elementary to be of interest, so I tuned out ere hitting the seven-minute mark.

Instead, I tuned in a nearly 18-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Liberals push sweeping surveillance bill.

Ottawa is pushing ahead with Bill C-22, arguing police need modern tools to keep up with criminals operating online. The government says accessing digital evidence like texts, emails, and device data is essential in today’s world.

Justice Centre for Constitutional Freedoms president John Carpay joins Marc Patrone to break down the risks, the legal implications, and why he says Bill C-22 marks a dangerous shift toward a surveillance state in Canada.

After that, it was Soldier Soldier ─ episode seven ("Flying Colours") of the first season or series. My source was uploaded June 11, 2025, to YouTube's Nullify channel: Soldier Soldier | S01E07 | Flying Colours.

We finished with a long movie I had previously recorded, but I now cannot see why I downloaded it. I cannot find a reason to have done so as yet. Whatever the case, we didn't quite watch 40 minutes of it before my brother announced his need to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

If he objects to the movie the next time I start it up from where we left off, I'll skip it.

My early afternoon nap seemed deep, but in the latter afternoon an hour or so after I had a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom, I felt overpowered with weariness ─ I wanted to lie down and nap again, or at least rest deeply in darkness, but I do not have the time.

The afternoon began having sunny breaks, with quite a breeze ─ not that I was outside to experience it; I am only observing the drapes at my open bedroom window.

It is 5:23 p.m. at this moment. I am going to take a blogging break and watch some T.V. here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I have already had my day's second and final fairly light meal.

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I watched Van Helsing ─ episode three ("Love Less") of season four. My source was this TVSeries.video link. It was over by 6:20 p.m.

It wasn't bad, even if I still have the vaguest recollection of having seen bits of it back in (likely) 2019 when I was probably fairly drunk. This time I have not quite finished my can of beer, but I will quaff it quickly and fast get into another with my next show (I am typing these words at 6:32 p.m.).

Next I reluctantly watched Madam Secretary ─ episode 11 ("Game On") of season one. And again, my source was a TVSeries.video link.

Sure, the episodes prove interesting enough, but I'm not here to watch realistic but fictional political intrigue. I want to lose myself in material that is more fantastical and thus potentially imaginatively inspirational ─ derring-do, and all of that.

The show and my second can of beer were done by 7:20 p.m.

My third show was more realism, but of a eviscerating degree that I have some experience of.

Note that my brother arrived home from his daily social drinking just before I started on the show, along with a glass of 11 or 12 ounces of Chilean Diablo Dark Red wine (13.5% alcohol).

The show was Betrayal ─ episode seven ("...We're Not Going to Bailey's Harbor") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

So the affair has come to be known by all family members. And the imbecilic Jack McAllister had to openly destroy his marriage to a most loving wife by telling her of it. Actress Wendy Moniz plays the wife exceptionally well.

The two adulterers unquestionably merit their agonizing, but their families do not. It is unforgivable.

It was great seeing actress Alicia Witt finally appearing in the series ─ she was why I added the series to my rotational viewing roster. But since getting into the series, it was surprising to discover that actress Helena Mattsson was a regular to this point. Since discovering her as an 'action star' whose movies I have yet to watch, I have been intending to watch as much of her work as I can gain online access to.

Anyway, the show was done by 8:26 p.m.

I still had maybe two ounces of wine in my glass, and it was early enough, so I opted for a sitcom to end things with.

Alas, I had The Baby ─ episode two ("The Seduction") of the only season ─ present itself. These episodes are somewhat longer than a usual sitcom; but I am struggling on whether to postpone the series and at some point watch it with my brother because the episodes are freaking weird!

My source was again a TVSeries.tv link.

This one ended such that I now have to know who the possible phantom was that appeared in the car with the reluctant woman who has been adopted by the seemingly killer baby.

I don't quite understand where the "seduction" in the episode title relates to.

I never noticed when the episode ended ─ let's just say 9:20 p.m. I made the couple or so ounces of wine last, and now I am going to brush my teeth and then start shutting down what needs being done with here on my computer, finally likely getting to bed before 11 p.m.

Heck, right now it is 9:38 p.m. ─ what may screw this up?

Income Tax Refund!

I did not feel great when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm summoned me to rise. I wonder if that pre-bedtime 11 or 12 ounces of red wine on top of the previous two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) have any involvement in how poorly I tend to feel at rising?

After getting to bed late last evening I do not recall hearing my youngest stepson nor his mother arrive home last night, so I had no communication with either of them. And today, apart from a general "good morning" from each of them to my brother and I as we watched our morning T.V. together, there still has been no communication. My wife had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so there was also the general well-wishing as she left. I believe she had emerged from her bedroom around 9:50 a.m. to shower, and left a half hour at most later on her fairly long drive.

Anyway, before my brother had emerged from his bedroom in the morning, I had my usual sorry performance out in the backyard tool shed of a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups before I moved on to the squat work to try and strengthen function of my bad right knee and quadriceps muscles.

I was back upstairs here to my bedside computer before my brother came forth from his bedroom.

Around 9:10 a.m. I joined him for some morning T.V., and soon enough got his invitation to start operating our T95Q Android 9 TV Box. I led us off with the latest video at Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel, but despite her strong opening, once her guest came on, the direction of conversation was directed away from what I was expecting the two to be talking about.

So after just over 11 minutes of the 43-minute (43:25) video I tuned out and we instead watched a 38-minute (38:17) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Carney takes Emergencies Act fight to Supreme Court.

The federal government is heading to the Supreme Court after losing twice over its use of the Emergencies Act during the Freedom Convoy—despite courts ruling the move violated Canadians’ rights.

Canadian Constitution Foundation lawyer Josh Dehaas joins Kris Sims to break down the landmark rulings, what they mean for civil liberties, and why the government is pushing forward anyway.

At the heart of the case: whether Ottawa overstepped by freezing bank accounts and bypassing normal legal safeguards during a political protest.

With the case potentially heading to the Supreme Court, the outcome could define the limits of government power—and your right to protest—for years to come.

I then tuned in a movie ─ 2008's Mutant Chronicles. My source was probably this OK.ru link.

My brother did not hold back with his disdain for the feature, and finally at 10:30 a.m. he rose and said he'd "seen enough", and he returned to his bedroom extra-early for further bed rest.

I don't believe that I quite hit the 28-minute mark before I closed out of it with no intention of ever resuming.

Apart from being filmed with such murky lighting that it never seemed to be daytime, it was also rather blurry; and the premise just was not working. Supposedly in the 2700s, Mankind still goes to war with foot soldiers; it resembled footage from some poorly-shot World War II movie with the Germans and British doing battle ─ trench warfare style ─ in the night somewhere in Europe.

On top of that, there is a religious cult whose sole existence has been for centuries to be watching over some monstrous "machine" Mankind once united to bury after the mutants it had been creating were finally defeated.

So somehow in the year 2700 or whatever, the world is losing in the battle against this machine and the mutants it keeps creating out of dead and dying people, yet in the distant past when the best Mankind had were weapons like swords and such, the machine and its mutant hordes were defeated?

This was too much nonsense. Maybe if the video was sharply filmed and not a blurry murk, I might have held on, or at least opted to watch more of it later on. But I'm done with it.

And I was likely to bed for my nap ahead of 11:30 a.m., which meant that I was done and rose again just ahead of 1 p.m.

But I still managed to fritter away the early afternoon. Some good news, though, is that I discovered that my income tax refund had been directly deposited today ─ $2,505 and change. Even so, I fear it will prove insufficient to get me through the coming three big annual bills for utilities, home insurance, and property taxes.

My wife wanted us ─ the five of us living here ─ to split the utilities bill five ways that is due April 1st, rather than the three ways that my brother and I were anticipating being faced with.

I fear that my fifth of the bill will turn out to be two fifths, for my wife cannot pay a full share; and the two fifths I would then be burdened with will be considerably more than a third share would have been if my brother and I had stuck to the original scheme.

On a vaguely related note, yesterday I uncovered an unopened container of Webber Naturals Wild Alaskan Salmon Oil ─ 220 softgels ─ in the fridge. I may have placed it there long, long ago; but if would get buried away out of sight. From time to time I would notice it, but then forget to retrieve it and it would quickly be buried away out of sight again.

So this time I asserted myself and pulled it out of the fridge. I'm sure it had originally cost around $20 ─ maybe more.

Guess what the expiry date on it was?

August 2023. There is no way that by now the oil has not become rancid and consequently negatively beneficial to consume. So I'll be emptying it into the compost wheelie bin.

I am going to take a break now at 5:28 p.m. I've had some light exercise earlier in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I've since had my light second and final meal of my day.

Time for at least a couple T.V. shows here on my bedside computer, and some beer.

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My early evening led off with Harlots ─ the premiere episode of season or series three. My source was this MoviesJoyTV.co link.

I certainly enjoyed it, though I was unaffected emotionally by anything. It was over by 6:55 p.m., as was a can of Cariboo Malt.

My second show got delayed because for the life of me, I could not recall the concluding portion of what was the episode preceding the one I had myself now scheduled to watch.

I researched back to when I did watch it, and I found that it was the fourth show on an evening when I risked watching that many while continuing to keep drinking. Obviously, I had gotten too drunk to pay proper attention to the entire episode.

I had best not spend further evenings in that state. I want to remember what I have watched, especially if the show is enjoyable. 

So I tuned in the scheduled episode of The 100 ─ the premiere episode ("From the Ashes") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

It and my second beer were done by 8:08 p.m., and I found that at some point my brother had returned from his daily social drinking and was matching wits loudly downstairs with his evening T.V. companion Bev. 

My third and definitely final show was enjoyed with 11 or 12 ounces of a Chilean wine calling itself Diablo Dark Red (13.5% alcohol) of a 2023 vintage.

It was a naturally cork-stopped 750ml bottle that I have resisted opening for several days, although I bought it some months ago.  

So darned richly heavy! It was gorgeous! Supposedly the Concha y Toro winery has been operating since 1883.

I was to watch one of my current top two series, Titans ─ episode nine ("Atonement") of season two. My source was another TVSeries.video link.

It was extremely interesting, but nothing was uplifting nor inspiring ─ it was all downer. I think the best of it was when Hawk and Dove sang karaoke in some bar. If that was the real voices of those two actors ... wow!

I forgot to take note of when the episode concluded, but it was definitely before 10 p.m.

And now since before 10:30 p.m. I have first been phoned by my wife, and then in text and phone contact with her. She wanted me to e-Transfer her $700, claiming she had the cash in her wallet squirrelled away in her bedroom. I fetched it, but could only count out $660, so that is what I transferred.

I reminded her about the annual utilities bill due April 1st, but I can't tell if she is sober or not. Is this transfer for stupidity like gambling at the casino near where she works? 

Usually I can tell if she has been drinking, but maybe I'm not sober enough? Whatever the case, I did finally do the transfer ─ it's her money, after all. She claimed she would be home within the hour.

I hate this. I have no idea how to deal with my life when I have responsibilities beyond myself. I should never have gone to Thailand in January 2003. Nor should I ever have agreed to partner with my brother in the Spring of 2002 to begin paying a mortgage on this house placed in my name alone as of June that year.

I am a slave to everyone ever since ─ a prisoner of this house and my obligations and responsibilities.