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.