Attempting

My 6 a.m. alarm was unnecessary ─ I rose well ahead of that alarm setting. The first item of business was ascertaining that I could connect our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box to the HDMI 1 port of the T.V. while still using our newer R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box hooked up to the HDMI 2 port. With this confirmed through a little online research, I went ahead and made that connection.

One of the issues with out newer Box is that videos I play that have been downloaded onto a USB drive or stick will pause for 10-15 seconds every 10 minutes or so. I prefer playing videos with the MX Player because it by default will resume play from wherever a video was left off from, although it does first prompt whether this is what is wanted ─ the selection is also there to start over.

Maybe other players have that option in their setting ─ I would have to research this.

But our old Box's MX Player never had the interrupting pause in which a video would freeze for those 10-15 seconds every 10 or so minutes. So now I can use it just to play videos that I have downloaded ─ its streaming apps are useless because the internet is only connected to the new Box. We don't use Wi-Fi ─ everything is cable.

I was to have my usual early backyard tool shed exercise session ─ just one repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and then the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

It was at least 8:30 a.m. before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom. My wife did the same around 9 a.m. ─ exceptionally early for her on a scheduled full workday, for she doesn't normally emerge until 9:35 a.m. or even later. I hadn't even gone downstairs yet to join my brother for our morning T.V. together.

I joined him soon enough, though; and when urged to commence operation of our Android TV Box, I led off with a 14-minute (14:49) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Lutnick Blasts Carney on Canada's Insane Chinese EV Deal!

US Commerce Secretary Howard Lutnick slams Canada and PM Mark Carney over China trade ties, sparking fresh USMCA tensions. Fiery remarks like “they suck” and “worst strategy” come as trade talks heat up and North America’s pact faces uncertainty.

Next up was a 42-minute (42:26) video published two days ago to Rumble's Redacted News channel: Professors Losing Jobs Saying THIS About Iran War.

Academic freedom, campus free speech, and professor firings over Iran war criticism are under attack at American universities. Robert Shibley of FIRE (Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression) breaks down how professors are being fired or demoted for pro-Palestinian speech, how the Trump administration sued Harvard over anti-Semitism claims, and why universities are pre-screening graduation speeches.

I followed that with Doc Martin ─ episode six ("Hazardous Exposure") of season or series six. My brother and I love the series, but it's a shame how Doc Martin was a typically brainwashed medical practitioner cultishly devoted to vaccination.

That was then followed with a documentary that we never finished watching yesterday. At almost an hour's length (59:11), it had been published February 28, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: The Finders Cult.

The story of the Finders Cult.  This was happening at the same time as Mena AR/Iran/Contra/Ready Rock was going on.  The DC Metropolitan Police are mentioned prominently.

We finished up with less than 10 minutes of a movie that had to be postponed so my brother could gain further bed rest.

We were to be going to the government liquor store, so I merely rested as deeply as I could in my darkened bedroom with the door ajar.

When we went, it was my intention to buy my usual 24-cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% Alcohol), but also a four-litre box of a red Chilean wine called Vivo Reserva.

I had some difficulty finding the wine, and knew that my brother was waiting out in his van for me. It was not until we were just driving off that I realized in my haste to have bought white wine!

I'm still upset about that. I regard white wine versus red almost as the equivalent to white bread versus whole grain. Because the wine was on limited sale, I won't be returning to the liquor store in time to take advantage of the proper red product.

It's been quite a sunny day, by the way.

With my wife at work, I undertook the usual light exercise session around 3:30 p.m. in her vacant bedroom, and I had my day's second and final meal just past 5 p.m.

Concerning my wife, late last evening she endearingly ventured a confession to me of having helped herself to $60 from our joint account a couple or so evenings ago ─ I had written in yesterday's post about having made that disheartening discovery.

There is no remedy for me but to do my best to ensure that I always have less than $20 in the account, except when I know a major debit is due.

Okay, right now it is 6:29 p.m. and I must break from blogging so that I can watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

I will finish up and publish this post later in the evening.

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With some resignation I tuned in the first show on my rotation, for although episodes always prove interesting, they're not my 'cup of tea' ─ I despise politics and government. 

The show was Madam Secretary ─ episode 14 ("Whisper of the Ax") of season one. My source was at TVSeries.video.

The can of beer and show were done by 7:24 p.m. At 7:42 p.m. my brother was back from wherever he had bused to social drink.

My second show was also at the same website. 'Twas Betrayal ─ episode 10 ("...Number 16") of the only season.

This one ended very bizarrely ─ why would Jack be confessing to a murder he had not committed?

Anyway, my second beer and the episode were done by 8:31 p.m.

My final show ─ and a minimum of 12 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) ─ were done by 9:32 p.m., and for the third time this evening my source was at TVSeries.video. Is this website going to survive with this much exposure?

I wasn't exactly happy that Smash ─ this time, episode eight ("The Coup") of the first season ─ was to be my evening's final show. All three shows were essentially mudanity, whereas I seek vigorous elevation of the best of the human spirit with derring-do and profound self-sacrifice.

At least the show was again interesting. And I have to admit that I did rouse to the song "Touch Me" so much so that I was practically dancing here in the dark ... or as much as my crippled right leg can allow. The performance reminded me very much of Russian music videos I got so immersed into at the turn of this century, especially those of what were then known as the Ukrainian duo VIA Gra.

I digress, but I was such an entrenched fan of the original duo that I know I have watched the video of their great hit "Popytka No. 5" hundreds of times. I have no idea what the words mean in English, but they resonate so viscerally within me. I used to play the video over and over and getting very drunk ─ I was so lonely, and these exotic ladies entranced me ─ I especially adored the blonde Alena Vinnitskaya.

The song had a trance-like effect upon me, yet roused me so energetically. I still might figure out how to have that song as my iPhone 14's ring tone. I had to watch the video again now that it was brought up.

Back in the early part of the century, I bought some CDs of theirs, including at least one that has that video encoded ─ probably in better quality than on YouTube.

I miss being younger and physically abler than I have now become. I fear I am approaching my end.

I am going to shut up for today and publish this post. Maybe I will watch some VIA Gra, Alsou, Alizée ─ who knows? I still have to brush my teeth, though; and if I get into those awesome and beautiful singers from the turn of the century, I will need to drink.

It is already 10:22 p.m. Perhaps I will behave.