😈Impulse👹

X (formerly Twitter): Matt Walsh

What the Hell can I say? Only that I was up until 3:50 a.m. last night before readying for bed.

I had neglected to cancel my 6 a.m. alarm, so I had that to deal with later; but after a bit further sleep, I was awake and just lying uselessly in bed, so before it was yet 7:20 a.m. I rose for the morning. There would be no exercising in the backyard tool shed.

I barely wanted to live, my self-disgust was so strong. It didn't seem possible that I could ever get back to my normal mindset, but I knew how I was feeling about myself and life was not permanent nor even to be anything like long-lived.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom well before 8 a.m. ─ maybe more like 7:30 a.m. ─ to begin laundering before settling in to watch T.V.

I joined him at the usual 9:10 a.m. or so time, but the bugger remained silent as minutes began to pass and he had not invited me to commence operation of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box. Finally towards 9:30 a.m. I returned upstairs to my bedroom.

After close to 10 minutes he finally did call up to me to take over if I wanted, to which I quipped that I hadn't wanted to deprive him of his show ─ I hate that useless damned The Morning Show. It's for old women.

I led off with a nine-minute (9:27) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Pride Group Tries to Cancel Non-Woke Comedian, Ben Bankas- It Backfired!

Then I tuned in the only other video we were to watch. At over 2⅓ hours (2:23:37), it had been published earlier today to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast: Joe Rogan Experience #2470 - Pierre Poilievre.

The Honourable Pierre Poilievre is a Canadian politician serving as the leader of the Conservative Party and leader of the Official Opposition. He has been the Member of Parliament for Battle River—Crowfoot since August 2025.

We were to only watch about 36 minutes past the first hour because my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I would have played the remainder here on my bedside computer this latter afternoon, but I do not know if my brother will request that we continue with it tomorrow morning.

Pierre had some surprises ─ good ones ─ for me as he talked, but he turned me off when he claimed to be in ongoing contact (on this U.S.A. trip of his) with Marx Carnage, and that he knows that the both of them want what is best for Canada.

𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽.

Marx Carnage was installed by the Globalists to facilitate their One World Government takeover of Canada.

I don't know if Pierre is blind to the darkness behind what is taking place here and in the entire world; or if he was fearful of destroying his credibility with the bulk of Canadian voters by even vaguely referring to any daemonic powers at play.

I won't vote for him ─ at least Maxime Bernier is aware and will speak somewhat of it, so his courage and awareness will keep earning my vote.

The overcast early morning was to become a primarily sunny midday and afternoon. Apparently hereabouts Spring's advent was something like 7:46 a.m.

Despite my shortage of sleep, I never napped overlong, and was probably done with it by 1:30 p.m. at latest. I wanted a coffee quite badly because I had only had one earlier, but I just did not have it in me to have Bev watching as I hobbled down the stairs in complete full view of her where she sits watching T.V. from the time that she gets up in the midday until she goes to bed at night.

I felt too lacking to weather her notice.

Despite no second coffee, I still did force myself to have a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom beginning 3:30 p.m. or so.

At present it is 4:37 p.m., so I am taking my usual blogging break for a quick and very light second meal of my day; then I will begin watching some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying at least a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I am toying with the notion of visiting the elementary school playground in the a.m. for some exercise there, if I can get to bed at a sensible time this evening so that I can rise early enough for the venture.

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Well, it looks like I am not fated to be getting to bed early so I can rise extra-early. Right now it is 7:32 p.m., and I have just finished watching my first show and drinking my first beer.

When I first started the show, my computer froze up and I had to enforce a shutdown and restart. That took lots of time ─ a quarter hour or more.

Then when I got back into the show, my computer crashed again. Another quarter hour down the drain. I have no doubt that it is all due to my shenanigans last night.

So this time I ran a check for registry errors using the Command Prompt. This took so long that I had time to brush my teeth ─ so another quarter hour plus for the scan to complete.

But no errors.

I tried another different type of scan, but this one would not initiate. I had to settle for having it set to run at my computer's next startup.

And of course, I meantime did much online research.

Then I dared the show again, but at a different website source. The show was Dimension 404 ─ series finale episode six ("Impulse"). My source was this MoviesJoyTV.co link.

Initially the episode looked like it was going to be some silly gamer episode, but halfway through it moved to a post-apocalyptic world where the teen heroine wakened in the 12-year-older body of herself ─ in other words, from 2017 to 2029. She was married to her boyfriend, and they had three kids.

It got quite interesting, and there was an exciting firefight ─ Old West style ─ at the end between her as the compound's sheriff and a gang of six marauding heavily armed cannibals.

It looked to me as if she got mortally wounded after dispatching the leader, the last of the killers still living. She lay on the ground reflecting on her young irresponsible self and the woman she had been forced to become, and she just seemed to be bleeding out with a slight smile on her face as her eyes closed.

The entire compound had escaped off to some ravine, so she was alone. Besides, there were no doctors or hospitals. This was basic survival.

And then came the closing credits, and the episode was done. She must have died.

Very unusual episode.

I next tuned in The Carrie Diaries ─ episode 10 ("Date Expectations") of season two. I used the same website that resulted in two computer freezes or crashes earlier, and damned if it didn't happen again.

So when I restarted, that scan initiated. A half hour, maybe, I wondered? Nope. I didn't take note because I thought that the timer was just based upon data flow and could easily be much less, but it claimed far over three hours ─ maybe 3½ or even more.

And so it was. Right now it is 11:24 p.m., and the scan is only 82% complete.

Eventually I had gotten so restless waiting that I retrieved my laptop from downstairs and went about watching the episode, finally succeeding at this Movies4Kto.watch link.

So I got the darned episode watched and a second can of beer drunk, but I could barely hear the show because I only had access to the laptop's very quiet built-in speaker. Nor was I fussy about the small screen. It probably finished shortly before 10:50 p.m., or maybe even by then.

I am finishing up this post on my laptop, barely able to see what I am doing due to my poor vision.

My wife got home just before I started watching The Carries Diaries on my laptop, but as yet we have not spoken even though my bedroom door is open.

I am going to publish this post while I can ahead of midnight. I hate working on this laptop keyboard and small screen anyway, so I am disinclined to say much. I will only add that I have no intention of trying to rise early for a hobble over to the elementary school.

It is 11:51 p.m., and the scan is presently at 94%