It was after 10:30 p.m. when I went to bed last evening, but well enough ahead of 11 p.m. I rose once a bit past 4 a.m. overnight to use the toilet, and then remained abed until my 6 a.m. alarm sounded.
It seems to me that I was aware that my wife was still up around or soon past 2 a.m. ─ she was not yet home when I went to bed. My younger brother told me this afternoon that he was up until 1 a.m. and she was not yet home.
I got a little further work done with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. Then my brother surprised me around 7:44 a.m. by emerging from his bedroom for the morning this sunny day ─ I had yet to go out to the backyard tool shed for my measly single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.
Notwithstanding, I tended to that duty regardless of him being up. I realized that if my wife has the day off work, then I would not be exercising in her bedroom in the afternoon like I usually do, so I dared not skip the morning's exercising.
I was right about my wife, incidentally.
As for morning T.V. with my brother once I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. and got his invitation to start operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I led off with a 21½-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: WHOA! Entire CBC Panel Turns on Carney + Americans SING O Canada when Mic Cuts Out.
I was then willing to try out a 46-minute (46:05) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Shemane Nugent channel: Unexplained Health Surges, Quantum Tech & Spiritual Warfare What’s Really Happening?
I didn’t expect this conversation to go here… but once you start connecting the dots, it’s hard to ignore.
Aggressive “turbo c@ncers” appearing out of nowhere. Quantum technology raising questions we’re not prepared to answer. Ancient biblical warnings that suddenly don’t feel so distant anymore.
These aren’t fringe ideas anymore. These are real conversations—happening in medicine, in technology, and even from voices inside the Church.
But here’s the deeper question most people aren’t asking: what if what we’re seeing isn’t just physical… but spiritual?
In this episode, we move from the rise of unexplained cancer patterns to bold claims about treatment…then into a conversation about quantum computing, consciousness, and whether humanity is stepping into something it doesn’t fully understand.
Because not everything new is actually new. Some call it innovation. Others call it deception.
But what if it’s both unfolding at the same time?
From science to scripture, from the body to the soul, this episode doesn’t separate the conversations but brings them together.
And once you see it… you can’t unsee it.
⬇️ So here’s the question: are we just advancing as a society… or stepping into something far deeper than we realize? What do you think?
Dr. Peter A. McCullough – Chief Scientific Officer, The Wellness Company
It was Dr. McCullough that was my interest, but his interview was done before the 12-minute mark; and then things devolved into talk of topics like the Nephilim, so I tuned out at that point. As well, there were American-based commercial breaks of no interest to me.
I tuned in Bergerac ─ episode five ("Almost Like a Holiday") of season or series two.
That was followed by a 13-minute (13:27) video published November 13, 2023, to Rumble's Classic Films & Movies Archive: The Relaxed Wife.
Relaxed Wife, The
by On Film, Inc.
Publication date 1957
Topics Psychology, Pharmaceutical industry, Medicine: Psychiatry
brought to you by Charles Pfizer & Co.
This unusual industrial film enthusiastically promotes "Atarax," a tranquilizer, claiming that "ataraxic medicines" can help everyone achieve the relaxed state they desire.
The film was created by a team of individuals, including Coni Johnston, Mel London, Joseph Cole, Bert Spielvogel, Tracy Ward (a pseudonym for Virginia Bell), Rune Hagman, Delores Phox, Jeanne Sharp, Dick Brophy, M. Opelle, and Herb Hagens. Contrary to the notion of the 1950s as a stress-free era, the film suggests that the postwar period was marked by anxiety, and it explores various responses to this stress, including erasure, behavior modification, and medication. The title, "The Relaxed Wife," may be misleading, as it focuses on the husband's stress rather than the wife's.
The film reflects the societal pressures of good behavior, conformity, and family responsibilities. It paints a picture of a postwar environment grappling with ordinary life traumas, with pharmaceutical companies ready to medicate anxious citizens. The film advocates for relaxation, tying it to the promotion of Pfizer's tranquilizer "Atarax," introduced in 1956.
The credits suggest a collaborative production process by On Film, Inc., known for creating films for national magazines, industrial and interior design, and pharmaceutical industry commercials.
We finished up with a documentary, but had to break from it so my brother could seek further bed rest.
I had seen that he only had a single can of beer remaining in his supply, so I knew that he would be making an early afternoon beer run to the government liquor store two miles away. I had wanted to go if he did make the trip, but was also somewhat weary, so I decided to have my usual nap; and if I awoke in time, then I would accompany him.
Well, I never managed to nap ─ perhaps I had a tinge of anxiety?
When I rose, I saw that my wife had emerged from her bedroom at some point; but Bev and my brother were still in their bedroom.
My wife was to take off on some errand before Bev and a while later my brother showed themselves, and I was to learn from him that they (he and she) would be running some extra errands, for she was going along too.
So I distanced myself from the outing ... only to have my brother soon enough alert me that Bev was not feeling like going anywhere. He and I could do the beer run. I didn't really need beer ─ I had two dozen cans; but I wanted a four-litre box of red wine, so I felt that I might as well buy both.
And so it was, leaving me $84.10 poorer for the venture.
Wine goes rather quickly when I have my wife helping me drink it.
She was back home when we returned, incidentally.
My brother was not home for too much longer ere he left afoot for a bus to carry him off to engage his daily social drinking.
As I expected, my wife was not home to remain. At 5:08 p.m. she headed out the front door to drive off somewhere, and I am not expecting her back until at least early afternoon Friday.
Right now it is 5:59 p.m., so I am going to take a blogging break and watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking. I will finish up this post late into the evening.
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It will likely not be an evening of exciting viewing like yestere'en was.
My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) went down to Madam Secretary ─ episode 15 ("The Ninth Circle") of the first season. My source was at TVSeries.video.
And the show was done by 7:09 p.m.
Sure, it was plenty interesting, but mundane stuff. I prefer derring-do and fantastic intense romance ─ material to generate my more primary emotions.
Anyway, it sounded like my brother may have gotten home at some point during the show.
Next I watched Betrayal ─ episode 11 ("...The Karsten Way") of the only season. And again, my source was at TVSeries.video. And so also went a second can of beer.
Just as I said above, the episode was indeed deeply interesting, but it meant nothing to me on a personal emotional level. I am merely entertaining myself ─ not being inspired nor roused.
My third show was little better, although I found myself drawn to blonde bombshell Meghan Hilty clearly descending into the possession of the pharmaceuticals she is getting prescribed.
That actress is physically overwhelming, and I suppose much has to do with my young-adult utter love of Marilyn Monroe for a full two years!
If it is not obvious, I am speaking of the series Smash ─ and this evening's episode nine ("Hell on Earth") of the first season. And for a third time this evening my source was at TVSeries.video.
I accompanied the show with about 12 ounces of Copper Moon Shiraz wine (13% alcohol), but the show ended at 9:06 p.m., and I still had possibly two ounces of wine remaining in my glass.
So I squeezed in a sitcom. Specifically, Whitney ─ episode eight ("Space Invaders") of season two. This time my source was at Weflix.to.
I had to drastically nurse that bit of wine, but it was ... well ... close to sufficient. I wouldn't want to start off my evening this way, however. And the show was done by 9:57 p.m.
I am calling it quits now. I shall spend the next 15 or so minutes brushing my teeth, and then slowly work my way into closing whatever needs finishing up here on my old computer.
Tomorrow, after all, is another pointless day I shall have to get through. My immediate struggle is resisting the madness of dissolution that is strongly creeping up on me, and has so often in the past kept me up for some hours beyond midnight, basically destroying my immediate tomorrow.
It is now 10:12 p.m.
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