Unsound Mind

Another morning with a 6 a.m. start, thanks to my cellphone alarm.

Three or four or so days back, my wife appropriated my handheld mirror and said that she was going to keep it in her bedroom, since she deemed her need of it more realistic than mine with my shaven head.

I didn't mind at all, but I do see it as being essential in keeping my chin beard and moustache neat from a side view that I can only get with a handheld mirror; and so I had determined that I would devote my early Sunday morning shopping to a visit to the nearest Shopper's Drug Mart a half mile from here. It opens at 8 a.m.

I barely made it out of here ahead of 8 a.m., and I think that my younger brother was just about to emerge from his bedroom.

It was a brilliant, sunny morning ─ not to my liking when I am doing these Sunday morning shopping hobbles. But at least I never coincided with anyone else during the round trip, although I did have to make a sudden detour around the shopping plaza and approach the pharmacy from the other side because I would have otherwise met up with the infernal panhandler who hangs around that area.

The guy seems like he might be retarded to some degree, and is older middle-aged, with largely whitening or greying hair and a stout midsection. He hit me up just a Sunday morning or two, so I wasn't about to fund his shameless bumming yet again.

Besides, I only had a nickle in change, and I wasn't about to part with a $5 bill.

I got my shopping done, but the largest handheld mirror is somewhat smaller than the one I had. However, it will definitely serve.

My brother was watching his T.V. news shows when I got back. Notwithstanding, I returned to my bedroom to dress down, and spend a small amount of time here at my bedside computer before going downstairs to join him just after 9 a.m.

He was quick to invite me to put our Android TV Boxes to work, so I used the T95Q Android 9 TV Box to tune in a 1¼-hour (1:15:46) video published yesterday to Rumble's MattEhret channel: Breaking Free of Psyops Ep. 3: How We Were Psyoped into the Cold War.

April 20, 2026
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Think the Cold War started because Russia was scary? Think again. In this episode, Matt Ehret walks us through the Guzenko Affair of 1946, a coordinated British intelligence operation that used a low-level Russian cipher clerk with a bag over his head to terrify the Western world into submission. Along the way, Ehret covers eugenics in American universities, Churchill's admiration for Mussolini, Henry Wallace's erased vision for the postwar world, and the founding of the Five Eyes surveillance network. It's a lot. But Ehret argues the same psyop playbook is alive and well today, just with different villains. Today's boogeyman has a Beijing accent instead of a Moscow one, but the architects behind the curtain? Same crowd. Buckle up.

Anon my brother expressed that he was not enjoying the presenter's style, so into the 13-minute mark I tuned out. Maybe too much thought was involved for my brother, or it just was not the sort of history lesson he cared about.

All else we were to watch was Shetland ─ episodes one and two of season or series three.

My brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was to bed at some point after noon for an hour, napping.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today, and emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and left on her rather long and sunny drive after about a half hour.

With her absent, I was to have a light exercise session in her vacant bedroom just past 3 p.m. My brother had left around 2:30 p.m. to catch a bus and go social drinking.

I am going to take my blogging break now so I can watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer so I can have a few drinks. I will finish and publish the post later in the evening.

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First up ─ along with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ was The Gifted. In this instance, episode nine ("gaMe changer") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

The show was done by 6:55 p.m.

I know that I keep saying each blog post that I intend to get to bed earlier than I ever seem to manage, but tomorrow I want to rise at 5 a.m. to have an extra hour to work on this Android TV Box dilemma. A factory reset of the R69 Plus Android 14 did absolutely nothing to restore its recognition of the Ethernet (internet) cable, and in the process I lost apps I had downloaded as well as certain tweaks I had made.

Well, since that is hopeless, tomorrow I am going to risk a factory reset of the T95Q Android 9 TV Box. It recognizes the Ethernet cable and functions fine in that regard; but it has lost all ability to allow downloading of apps, nor the unpacking of apks already within it. My desperate hope is that a factory reset will undo whatever it was that Google or Amazon rolled out earlier this year that first began uninstalling apps whenever I accepted an update ─ I lost at least five ─ and then blocked downloading any more.

I even uninstalled Play Store and related apps, operating the Box without any malware or virus protection.

But this all commenced earlier this year after operating without issue for at least a couple of years previously.

I have to rise extra early to do this work because Bev sits in the damned living room all bloody day long hogging the T.V. until she goes to bed at night ─ I can do nothing once my brother gets up in the morning.

Enough of that talk ─ I have to get in my evening T.V. shows and my drinking.

My second beer was devoted to The Alienist ─ episode four ("Gilded Cage") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

The episode was engrossing enough, but the climax was bizarrely and unexpectedly dark.

I believed that I had heard my brother arrive home early into the episode, which was done by 8:13 p.m.

My final show was the most positively emotional for me. I am speaking of Superman & Lois ─ episode six ("Of Sound Mind") of season three. Again, my source was at TVSeries.video.

I was done (before episode's end) the 12 or so ounces of Vivo Reserva Chilean white wine (12½% alcohol) that I had poured into a glass, and the show itself was done by 9:08 p.m.

So to rate the shows this evening in order of my emotional preference, I would scale them in reverse sequence as watched. The Gifted was involving enough, but it was the weakest of the three shows. The Alienist was middling.

I must now brush my teeth and seek to be abed smartly, for right now it is 9:48 p.m., and I still have to perfect closure on all of the browsers and their tabs that I have open, for some require attention before dismissal.