Broken Hearts

After all my effort on yesterday's post, this miserable censorious platform unpublished it ─ in other words, they banned it.

I was up this morning to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, finding it to be raining fairy lightly. And so the day was much like yesterday ─ light rain seemed to prevail.

I had my sorry early morning backyard tool shed exercising ─ a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

My younger brother was to fail to emerge from his bedroom until possibly as late as 9:10 a.m., so I ensured that I had control of the T.V. under sway of our R96 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

Once he had joined me, I started us off with a nine-minute (9:07) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: “You Don’t Have To Wear It — That’s Canada eh.

Anita was referring to the hijab that Muslim women wear throughout Western countries like Canada.

I next tuned in a 20-minute (20:09) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Carney’s Liberal Team ROCKED by New Texts… How Does This Keep Getting WORSE!?

This video has much to say relating to the Liberal government acquiring the majority today that they have been cheating their way towards.

Our third video was 1½ minutes (1:35) and had been published April 9 to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Chris Sky 5G CONSPIRACY FACT 23-Mar-2026.

Then came Knightfall ─ episode two ("The Devil Inside") of season two.

And we finished with the movie we had broken from yesterday morning when my brother desired to return to his bedroom for more rest ─ 1999's The Darklings.

I had previously downloaded the movie some months ago, so I can only guess now that it may have been this copy uploaded March 18, 2019, to YouTube's sgillman16 channel: The Darklings (1999) - Full Movie.

The video quality and the audio were both poor, but it was rather entertaining ─ for a family movie, it had its suspense. But a lot of it was preposterous. For one thing, wherever this temperate-climate town was, tarantulas were apparently commonplace.

I had originally downloaded it because it featured what was likely Meghan Ory's first acting gig. She turned 17 in August 1999, but was playing a teen young enough that her best friend ─ a lad, and the lead character ─ wasn't yet particularly interested in girls, nor was she more than a tomboy who played on the same baseball team as her pal did. She finally decided to try and spike the young lad's interest in her by actually dressing as a girl quite late into the movie.

It was all very lovely. An added perk was seeing Suzanne Somers playing someone evil ─ a killer with no compunctions about killing kids with an axe.

My brother betook himself back to his bedroom for more bed rest, for he would be venturing away in the early afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking.

It was into the second half of the noon hour before I was back in bed to nap ─ part of the delay was because this was a laundry day for me, and I was ensuring my load in the dryer was done.

I have had my light supper ─ my second and final meal of my day; and before that, I had a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom, for this was another full workday for her at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time. She had emerged from her bedroom this morning shortly past 9:30 a.m. to shower, and was away on her rather long drive around a half hour later.

Right now it is 5:58 p.m., and I am going to break from blogging so I can watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drink. I will report back later.

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My first can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) was devoted to The Rookie ─ episode five ("The Network") of season eight. Since this platform seems to be targeting me when I include weblinks to other than established mainstream websites, I will only use dummy text to indicate the home page of the website that was my video source. In this case, it was TVSeries.video. Anyone determined to find the series can easily enough search it out there.

The episode was pretty darned good, and was over by 6:49 p.m.

My second show and beer were all finished by 8:03 p.m. The show was Doom Patrol ─ episode one ("Possibilities Patrol") of season three. This series is also fully available at TVSeries.video.

No doubt the website will eventually be brought down.

At some point during the show's 57 minutes (57:36), my brother evidently arrived back home.

Anyway, I found the lengthy episode to be pretty good ─ my eyes burned at least a couple of times, despite how bizarre everything always is in the series.

But my third show ─ and a dozen or so ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) ─ left me practically weeping. As well, several times during the show, I outburst with my emotional involvement ─ I love this how! It has been my current favourite for quite some while.

I am speaking of Friday Night Lights ─ this time it was episode 16 ("Black Eyes and Broken Hearts") of the first season. My source this time was at CineGo.co ─ I dare be no more specific. After all, Blogger has never in its history had accounts infested with malicious agents, nor seducing visitors to make damaging choices.

Yeah, right ─ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠. 

The episode was done by 9:36 p.m., and I struggled to hold myself to just the glass of wine. ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀, I hate my insular life, shut up in this house, crippled and virtually helpless, and so damned lonely at times, always worrying about income and my ability to cover the bills.

Old age and retirement were never supposed to be as bleak as this. At 76, I wish that I had never gone to Thailand in January 2003 and ended up with my marital responsibilities due to that trip. Without them, I could be free to just die now.

I am going to call it quits on today's post, and wrap up whatever needs finishing at the various browser tabs I have open. Life shouldn't be like this for anyone.

As I publish this post, it is 10:32 p.m.