Publicity Doppelganger

'Twas 10:01 p.m. when I got myself into bed yesterday evening. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., and I was to remain in bed until that alarm chimed this morning to get me up. It was time to put water on to boil for a mug of instant coffee to wash down an aspirin while I took occasion to normalize and then ready for the half mile hobble to No Frills that opens at 8 a.m.

I could see that we were in for a sunny day from the very start.

I actually got away earlier than intended, for I had heard my younger brother stirring about in his bedroom and I incorrectly believed he might be intending to emerge from his bedroom for his usual morning T.V. news shows and some instant coffee.

Once I was outside and on my way, it was only 7:40 a.m. at most (and likely earlier). Even with my crippled right knee, I was to the Cedar Hills shopping plaza well before 8 a.m. and thus I had to idle away some minutes before the store opened ─ it may have only been 7:50 a.m. once I was in the area.

But I got the shopping done and was back home by possibly as early as 8:30 a.m., discovering that my brother had not risen after all. In fact, he had still not emerged from his bedroom by 9 a.m., so I hobbled downstairs and took control of the T.V.

It was maybe 9:10 a.m. when he finally came forth.

By then I had our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box all set to play a 16½-minute (16:52) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: WHOA! Canadians Sent 200k Angry Letters — Carney’s Senate Planned to Destroy Them.

The next video I selected well exceeded an hour (1:09:07), and had been published two days ago to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: THE ITALIAN LIE: DOCTORS REVEAL WHAT REALLY HAPPENED IN ITALY.

While touring Italy for “An Inconvenient Study”, Del sat down with Italian doctors, scientists, and journalists who were on the front lines when Italy became the image that terrorized the world into lockdown, and what they saw tells a very different story than the one broadcast globally. From manipulated death counts and suppressed treatments to vaccine injuries the government refused to acknowledge, these insiders paint a picture of a coordinated response that had nothing to do with saving lives. Their testimony raises a question that Del says he can no longer dismiss: was the pandemic not a crisis that was managed, but one that was scripted?

We may not even have gotten 10 minutes into it before my brother was complaining that it was "old news" ─ one of his excuses when a video bores him. Apparently he already knows everything there is to the Italy story.

Without arguing I backed out of the video and instead tuned in Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode 12 ("The Sign") of season six. The episode was good enough, but I could do without the occultish element ─ the red-headed Izel posturing and singsong chanting like some storybook witch summoning the 'Dark Lord', or at least his powers. And did Sarge really kill off May?

Following Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I resorted to videos I had previously downloaded onto a USB drive and had inserted in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box. First off was The Adventures of Robin Hood. As for the episode, it was from the first season or series.

Wikipedia explains why the chronological disparity ─ research it for yourself ─ but Wikipedia lists the episode as being the 22nd, whereas my source at RerunCentury.com here has it as the 19th ─ specifically, the episode titled "The Sheriff's Boots". One chronology is England's, while the other may be the release timing in the U.S. Anyway, many of the available series episodes are at RerunCentury.com.

We finished up with the last 38 or so minutes of Red Cap's movie-long 2001 pilot episode that we had broken from yesterday morning. Unfortunately I have no idea where the feature can be watched online. And my download source was somewhat involved due to the steps required, but ultimately I acquired that pilot as well as all of the episodes at Kprotector.com.

After the show was finished, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, for before mid-afternoon he would be leaving afoot for a bus to carry him off to social drink.

I had my nap, but is is possible I was not in bed a full hour.

I got in my second afternoon sunning session this year, and this time it shows a little more obviously than was the case last Thursday afternoon. I put in an hour and 37 minutes this time ─ 10 more minutes than on Thursday. So, from 2:30 p.m. to 4:07 p.m.

Prior to starting the session, however, I had my morning's skipped 15-minute tool shed exercise session. I was wearing gym shorts and a tank top, and managed to open with a set of three pull-ups, and then two more in the second set. However, I only managed a single repetition in each of the two sets of chin-ups that followed, and then the two sets of pull-ups between the two sides of the metal ladder from an old child's slide.

This ladder and its sides are all I have available for these exercises ─ it is stretched high across some rafters.

I also got my squat work out of the way. My quadriceps are rather muscling up and getting stronger, but with my knee cap (patella) no longer situated where it should be ─ and with possible lower quadriceps damage as well ─ I wonder if I shall ever have anything like normalcy where use of my leg is concerned.

Anyway, I watered the back yard garden plants once my sunning was done.

Back in the house I came upstairs and quite smartly engaged an abbreviated light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. She had a full workday scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I do not recall hearing her arriving home last night after I had gone to bed, but at some point she quietly came into my bedroom to fetch the open four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol), so I hope she didn't overdo things. She usually emerges from her bedroom on full workdays around 9:35 - 9:40 a.m., but this morning she did not go so until maybe 9:50 a.m.

A fast shower, and she was away on her fairly long drive before 10:10 a.m.

I have had my day's second and final meal, so I am taking my blogging break now to watch the first of whatever three T.V. series are on my list's rotation ─ and I will be enjoying a dozen ounces of that wine with the first show. Already it is 6:11 p.m.

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Using my bedside computer in lieu of access to a T.V., I tuned in Justified ─ episode one ("A Murder of Crowes") of season five. My source was at PlayMoGo.com.

Back when the series was in vogue, I watched a number of episodes, so I am not interested in re-watching any by trying the series out again. What does interest me is that gorgeous and hot (to me) Alicia Witt had a recurring role in season five, and I doubt I ever saw any of those episodes. So this was her debut episode in the series. I will continue to watch only the episodes in which she appeared.

This episode was over by 7:12 p.m.

My second show was accompanied by a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). The show was Smash ─ episode 12 ("Publicity") of season one. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

I enjoy the series in pedestrian fashion. I loved Marilyn Monroe for a full two years when I was a very young man, after all. But this episode had absolutely no musical numbers that meant a thing to me.

It fell second to Justified, and I am not even following that series.

Fairly early into the episode I heard my brother coughing downstairs, so I figured him to be newly home and making Bev's empty latter day complete following his departure to go drinking elsewhere.

Smash was done by 8:24 p.m.

My third and final can of beer was devoted to Profiler ─ episode 11 ("Doppelganger") of season one. My source was at Goojara-official.co.za.

The video quality was very inferior, and there was German or Dutch or some Scandinavian subtitling throughout ─ and I tried over a half dozen other sources. Hell, maybe even more than 10 ─ yet they all bore the same subtitles and were pretty much as blurry. There is only one remaining source of this episode since it first aired in January 1997?

Fortunately I was able to sufficiently lose myself into the story.

Overall this evening I will give Justified top billing, Profiler second, and Smash third place.

Profiler was over by 9:38 p.m.

I am going to stop blogging for today and publish this. Then I shall brush my teeth, and get to work finishing up whatever else I must on this computer before going to bed. I have no pressing plans for tomorrow morning.

It is presently 10:13 p.m.

Scab and Ivory

At my retirement last evening, I decided that I would not rise at 6 a.m., but I did set my cellphone alarm for either 7 or 7:30 a.m. And I would only have done that if I was getting to bed especially late ─ could it have been after midnight? I don't remember.

I never drank any more than I usually do of late in my evenings, but maybe cramming the consumption into a shorter spread of time played a hand in my forgetfulness.

I do remember thinking that by not rising to have my early backyard tool shed exercise session, I could always have some version of it in the early or middle afternoon when I was planning to sun.

Well, there was to be no sunning ─ far too much heavy cloud to make that worthwhile. The morning was actually overcast.

I am unsure if I heard my wife come home before I got to sleep.

Anyway, that point arrived in the morning when I was aware that it was quite light outside. I kept seeking sleep, though, until the project became so failed that I realized it was not going to occur ─ I was becoming deeply troubled over financial worries, and I could not free my thought from that concern.

At last I checked the time, and found it to be something like 6:48 a.m., so I chose to rise.

There is another reason I may have opted last evening not to bother rising at 6 a.m.

Last Saturday, I not only had nothing to eat until after 6 p.m., but I also forwent any coffee entirely. I wanted to try doing that again. It is likely I realized how uncomfortable I fast become suffering caffeine withdrawal along with hunger ─ why would I compound those with a strenuous exercise session out in the backyard tool shed early in the morning?

And why would I even want to start my morning at 6 a.m., thereby getting a jump on the discomfort to soon develop?

I do recall such thoughts last evening.

By the time 8 a.m. arrived and then passed, I was feeling chilly and overcome with the desire for more sleep. The best remedy I could entertain was to climb back into bed and await the sounds of my younger brother stirring for the morning. And if he failed to emerge from his bedroom by 9 a.m., I would take control of the T.V. downstairs.

It sure was good getting back into bed!

Even so, I did not seek to sleep ─ just to rest as deeply as possible. As well, I kept some track of the time.

A mere very few minutes before 9 a.m. I heard him probably going to his en suite shower room, so I rose to be positioned to hobble downstairs just as 9 a.m. was about to make its advent.

To my great dismay, at 8:59 a.m. my brother emerged from his bedroom, foiling my plan. It was as if he knew exactly how to do so and had deliberately timed things to result as they had.

I was to join him no later than 9:10 a.m. just before a commercial break in the news programme he had on. And when that break happened, he invited me to take over.

So I started up our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box and tuned in a 2¾-minute video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Things just got weird.

I have the bad feeling that elections are never what they seem behind closed doors. I smell rats and rigging in the BC Conservative race.

Then I turned in a nearly 15-minute (14:52) video published two days ago to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Carney HUMILIATED Trump’s Top Economist on LIVE TV. 8 Seconds Changed Everything 26-May-2026.

What a waste of time! I refuse to republish its description. The video was surely Liberal propaganda. I never even heard of this so-called debate, and it may have supposedly taken place over a month ago.

I smelled a rat as soon as I read that Marx Carnage dared to willingly debate Howard Lutnick ─ Carnage may be able to deliver a scripted speech, but I've never seen him successfully debate with anybody on neutral ground. This is something he goes out of his way to avoid because he and the Liberals only promise and lie and accomplish nothing positive.

Next I tuned in an 18-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Bishnoi Gang Brags to Police — 1,000 Foot Soldiers Ready to Commit Extortion in Canada.

Changing pace, I then tuned in Resident Alien ─ episode seven ("Daddy Issues") of season four.

When it was done, I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to access the USB drive inserted into it, and we were to get to approximately the 50-minute mark of the 2001 pilot for the series Redcap ─ it's basically a T.V. movie. My brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest, so we will likely watch the remainder of the feature tomorrow.

Without coffee, I have been feeling mentally foggy, so I was willing to nap long if the urge was present after my first block of sleep ─ I would turn over and try for a second block. However, my conscience would not allow me to attempt a second round of sleep. I knew my wife would be having to work the latter part of today, and I was unsettled about napping away her home time if she was finally up and out of her bedroom.

And so she was.

My brother had not yet left for a bus so he could engage his all-important daily drinking, but he soon enough departed.

As for my wife, she was quite busy in the kitchen, but she didn't finish a big pot of something she was creating, cautioning me before she left not to eat any of it. She also left a note to that same effect for anyone else who might have felt adventurous.

It was almost 3:30 p.m. when she left. I took that as my cue to engage the half hour of light exercising I usually tackle on a daily basis each afternoon if she is not home (my bedroom is too small and cluttered to allow any exercising).

She had her window wide open with no curtain obstructing the day outside, so I could see that it was remarkably sunny by that time ─ definite sunning weather if it was similar at the back of the house. But it was too late in the day for me ─ I need to start as much before 3 p.m. as possible.

I actually do have a pinkish or vaguely rosy tint to my exposed body from Thursday's hour and 27 minutes of sunning ─ my first this year. I was somewhat concerned that I would be risking sunburn with that much first exposure, but I could barely see the evidence on my skin.

I'll see how my schedule develops tomorrow ─ maybe I can sun again if the day is sunny.

I had a naked weigh-in, incidentally, after exercising in my wife's bedroom. Unhappily, despite eating and drinking nothing but water today, I was possibly as much as 184 pounds.

Although I will not be eating anything until after 6 p.m., I do intend to start drinking a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) before then because right now it is 4:59 p.m. and I am going to take my usual blogging break and watch an episode of a T.V. show here on my bedside computer.

I don't want to leave all of my drinking into the evening, for I plan on getting up at 6 a.m. so I can normalize enough to get out and do some local grocery shopping once the store a half mile off opens at 8 a.m.

I will most certainly be having a lovely mug of instant coffee with the works (including an aspirin) tomorrow morning!

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I was delighted that my first show in the list rotation was The 100 ─ episode eight ("Anaconda") of season seven. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

The episode was extremely intriguing and gripping, but so bizarrely different because it was practically like watching some entirely different show. It was all about characters previously unfamiliar to me.

Still, I doubted any of the next two shows I was to watch would supplant The 100 from top spot.

The episode ended at 6:01 p.m., so I was cleared to have my only meal today before I watched or drank anything further.

Next up was Van Helsing ─ episode 10 ("Together Forever") of season four. My source was again at M4uFree.cx.

It was certainly entertaining enough, even though I vaguely recalled something of it pre-COVID when I used to sit up late drinking more than I tend to do now, watching shows with my brother. I just never left a record of where we left off from the series, so I am revisiting the series' later episodes.

I was finished a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ahead of the show's conclusion at 7:24 p.m.

Incidentally, this episode featured famous professional wrestler Big Show as a sort of 'death match gladiator'. Also, I sure do have to credit the two actors portraying vampires Scab and Ivory for coming across over the series as being freakingly awesome!

But they're done now. Scab has died, and Ivory made human again.

Even so, actress Jennifer Cheon Garcia sure looked convincingly and fearsomely hot! I'm glad her human character is to continue despite her vampire self being cured.

It was disappointing to find that my final show would be Madam Secretary ─ episode 18 ("The Time is at Hand") of the first season. My source was to yet again be at M4uFree.cx.

Yes, the episode proved very good, so I don't quite know how to rate the three shows ─ normally Madam Secretary would be last, but I have spent some time in the recent few years watching videos related to the Waco siege as well as the Jonestown massacre.

Maybe I would place Van Helsing in third place this evening? The 100 comes out on top.

My second and final beer was done well before Madam Secretary was finished at 8:46 p.m.

I wonder why the actress (Wallis Currie-Wood) playing Stevie ─ Madam Secretary's eldest daughter ─ has gotten so few roles? I find her to be most appealing despite my 76 years. She deserves so much more activity, if that is what she wants.

Enough for today. It is presently 9:16 p.m., and I am going to publish this post, and then brush my teeth before I start finishing up whatever I need to here on my computer, and then get to bed.

By the way, my brother was back home at 9:10 p.m.

How Could I Have Made Such a Mistake?

It seems that I neglected to set my cellphone alarm last evening to get me up at 6 a.m. this morning. I was eventually aware that it was quite light outside at night's end, so after bearing this realization for what felt to be a peculiarly long time with still no alarm ─ and me having difficulty finding further sleep ─ I checked and saw that it was 6:27 a.m.

Well, at least I never had plans to be going anywhere!

I put a kettle of water on to slow-boil so that I could have a mug of instant coffee (and an aspirin) after I had watered the front yard garden areas this heavily overcast morning. The sky had me wondering if I was wasting my time ─ I even felt the occasional faintest touch of a speck of rain on my shaven head.

Later ─ exactly an hour after I had originally checked the time ─ as I sat here at my bedside computer newly finished my mug of coffee, my younger brother emerged from his bedroom. This was rather annoying, for it was the second morning in a row he came forth excessively early where I am concerned.

Notwithstanding, I still planned to go ahead with my 15 minutes of backyard tool shed exercising, so shortly before 8 a.m. I hobbled downstairs and went outside again to have the exercise. Those faint touches of unseen rain were a common sensation by this time, but they were not really leaving any lasting sign of bringing wet to surfaces that I could see.

My exercising was typical. Two pull-ups in the first set, then just one repetition in each of the next five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I try to precede the exercises with 10 slow full-range push-ups before I go out to the shed ─ it helps me loosen up to some degree and is not quite the same shock to my 76-year-old structures when I engage the first set of pull-ups.

I was also to deal with the squat work to strengthen my right leg's crippled knee / quadriceps region before I returned into the house where I dished up a smallish first meal of my day and then joined my brother, correctly expecting that he was about done with watching the same news stories being recycled by the news shows he watches in the morning.

At his quick invitation, I used our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to tune in an excellent 59-minute (59:04) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Global News - The Enemy of the People?

Joining me tonight discussing the abysmal and 'fake news" Covid coverage by Global News and how it affected the residents of BC.

I had no idea that Anita was to have two guests, both of whom are known to me ─ Odessa Orlewicz was the big surprise for me. The other guest was also an attractive woman whom Anita seemed to address as "Dee", but I only know her from her X (formerly Twitter) account as BCBarracuda (@BCCuda). For some reason "Barbara" also seems associated with that X account.

We next watched a 17-minute (17:51) video of Odessa alone that had been published yesterday to her Rumble Libertytalkcanada channel: Bill Gates & CIA Funded Hantavirus Propaganda Alert!! A Semen Story...

How A Bill Gates Funded Desk, A Biosurveillance Firm Backed By The CIA’s Venture Capital Arm & A Swiss Lab Put Together A Dishonest Propaganda Story About Hantavirus In Men's Sperm To Scare The Masses. Here's What The ACTUAL Study Said, And Who Benefits $$$ From The Dishonest Headlines.

I enjoyed Anita's video far, far more than just Odessa by herself. She's a drag when all she does is read ─ I wish she'd stop.

After this, I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it and we watched four disparate videos that I had previously downloaded.

First was Blue Mountain State ─ episode three ("Pocket Pussy") of the first season. I no longer know my specific source for the download, but it might have been GOOJARA.to.

We also watched a 10-minute (10:06) video uploaded February 6, 2025, to YouTube's Ember channel: From Step Mommy to Living in a Minivan.

As well, Life of Riley ─ episode two ("Babs and Simon Step Out") of the only Jackie Gleason version series. My download source was probably here at Archive.org.

And the fourth downloaded video was 20 minutes (20:21) and had been published April 4, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: Pervywood 1 Documentary - Those Who Yell The Loudest. 

I have to break now so that I can watch some T.V. series here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking ─ it is already 7:08 p.m., so I am much behind schedule.

This was a bath day, so even though the Sun never reigned supreme until into the afternoon, I might well not have followed yesterday's near 1½ hours (1:27) of sunning that don't even have me rouged ─ I barely see evidence of sunning even though yesterday was my first exposure this year.

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With a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) poured, I tuned in Necessary Roughness ─ episode two ("Anchor Management") of the first season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

It was entertaining! I thought that it was of less impact than the pilot episode, but I was quite keenly touched late into the show regardless.

Concerning wine, my wife was home around 2:00 p.m. this afternoon, for she was scheduled to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I was to soon realize that she was not here alone ─ I espied another Thai gal seated out on the backyard sundeck. Possibly it was my wife's friend Ui, but I am not completely certain.

If it was Ui, I have a little concern that my wife will return home after work later this evening or in the weest a.m., and bring Ui with her. Ui absolutely loves wine ... and thus my supply of boxed wine might then be threatened.

I do not begrudge Ui the wine. It is only that my financial state is presently exceedingly dire, and anything alcohol is dear of cost. 

Anyway, Necessary Roughness was done by 8:06 p.m.

My second show was enjoyed with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and that show was Legacies ─ episode nine ("I Couldn't Have Done This Without You") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I sure do love those three main female characters ─ the beautiful actresses portraying them, I mean.

This episode was most enjoyable, with considerable dark levity where the Necromancer ─ i.e., Ted ─ was concerned. I hope his duped underling Chad figures a way to be free of the creep.

The show was done by 9:15 p.m., and I soon heard a cough from my brother indicating that at some point he had gotten home and was blessing Bev with his company at the T.V. in the living room.

My last show and beer of the evening were expended watching Harlots ─ the series and season three finale episode eight. I wasted well over a quarter of an hour on a misfiled source that was likely from the first season before I got wise. My correct and true source thereafter was at GOOJARA.to.

There were some welcome resolutions in this series finale, and I actually exclaimed aloud in excited joy when disgusting and depraved Marquess of Blayne was knifed to death towards the end of the episode. But it's a damned shame that a 'happy ending' for those characters in the series only means successful prostitution.

I shall hence be following much of the work of three of the actresses in the series who especially drew me.

The episode was done by 10:40 p.m. Due to wasting time on the misfiled episode, I added something like a half shot of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol) to augment my finished can of beer.

At present it is 11:36 p.m. and I have yet to brush my teeth and then to close whatever is still requiring such treatment before I shut down my computer and get to bed.

No sign of my wife yet.

Sunning at Last!

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I cannot take long with this post, for it is already 5:26 p.m. Suffice to explain that I spent an hour and 27 minutes sunning this afternoon ─ my first exposure this year.

Although the official stretch of time was from 2:38 - 4:05 p.m., I was of course out there longer than that setting up and so forth, and then the opposite when I was done. As well, I watered garden plants out there before coming into the house.

I then ate a slice of pizza and had most of the usual afternoon half hour light exercising in my wife's bedroom.

My early morning began at 6 a.m. Then at 7:30 a.m. as I was readying to visit the backyard tool shed for my early 15 minutes of exercises there, my younger brother emerged from his bedroom. Nevertheless, I still went ahead with the visit to the tool shed.

The first of six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups only resulted in two repetitions, and the succeeding five sets had one repetition in each set. And then came the usual squat work to strengthen my right knee and quadriceps.

I decided to join my brother for morning T.V. earlier than I usually do, banking that by 8:30 a.m. he would have seen enough repetitive news items in the news shows he jumps around to. And I was right.

At his invitation, I tuned in a 1¼-hour (1:16:54) video streamed two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: BC Conservative Race Drama Explained!

Too little, too late! Timmy's cutting TFW's + BC Conservative Race Drama!

Anita's two guests were Anthony Russo and an anonymous dude whose X (formerly Twitter) handle is The Remanded (@TheRemanded) ─ like Anita, both are also British Columbians.

Believing that we were going to be catching up on some of the downloaded material that I have in a USB drive, I decided to first tune in Supernatural ─ episode 14 ("Good Intentions") of season 13.

I was to vaguely remember a wee bit of the episode from pre-COVID when my brother and I used to sit up in the evenings drinking and watching our shows together, but I never kept a record of where it was that we left off in the series when I returned us to it a few months ago.

Anyway, the episode finished barely past 10:30 a.m. ─ and then my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest. So we watched nothing on the thumb drive!

That was a bummer.

I don't recall just when it was that I returned to my own bed for a nap, but it was before 11:30 a.m. To my surprise, I was to remain abed for over two hours ─ or so I believe. Normally I only have one bout of sleep during a nap, but this time I had three blocks of sleep that I can remember. It was wonderful! Obviously I needed it, for I felt none too refreshed when I rose at 6 a.m.

I think this basically catches me up. It is 5:58 p.m., so I am taking my blogging break now to watch my usual three different T.V. shows and get in a little drinking, starting off with a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) in a glass tumbler.

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By the way, I neglected to mention that I napped so well that even with my bedroom window open, I never heard a thing of my brother mowing the front and back yard lawns ─ with the latter cut, it was why I seized the opportunity to sun.

My first show this evening was Superman & Lois ─ episode nine ("The Dress") of season three. My final (my first choice buffered to a standstill after quite a few minutes) source was at FMoviess.org. And it was done by 6:52 p.m.

I likely need to hyrdrate, for I began feeling unpleasant during the show, and overheated. Wine is not exactly hydration material, so my next two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ought to help with that.

The episode was good, and ended very sweetly. It also made me think of my own broken marital relationship these many past years now.

One element in the episode that I found distasteful was John Henry getting pilloried for using his war hammer to kill the Superman-strong Miller character who had been assigned to kill John Henry while making it as painful as he possibly could.

Superman later says to him that he didn't need to kill the killer because, "You always have a choice." Yeah, let some brutish freak beat you to death by breaking and rupturing as much of you as possible ─ that's definitely some choice.

This DC policy of not killing gets too damned tedious for me. Evil people who wantonly kill innocent people need to die ─ period.

I did feel better as I watched my second show. It was The Expanse ─ episode nine ("The Weeping Somnambulist") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

It was also a good episode, though much less relatable than Superman & Lois. 

The can of beer I drank during the episode probably helped, for I felt more like normal ─ sure, I was overheated due to the ambient temperature this very sunny day, but despite being somewhat damp from perspiration, I did not feel prey to heat stroke or something similar.

The show was done by 7:58 p.m.

My brother arrived back no later than 8:18 p.m. from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink ─ Bev's day is now fulfilled, I am sure.

My final show (accompanied by my second can of beer) was Stargirl ─ episode four ("Summer School: Chapter Four") of season two. My source was again at TVSeries.video. It is also a DC production, if anyone is unaware.

Notwithstanding, I think that I will give it the edge over Superman & Lois this evening, both of which topped The Expanse. 

The temptation was there for a sitcom, but I quelled it easily enough. Though the Stargirl episode was done by 9:13 p.m., that is not truly very early in view of everything I have to deal with in closing down and being done with this computer for the night.

I even have to brush my teeth yet, that can take 15 minutes ─ and it is already 9:51 p.m. Therefore, I will neither watch nor drink anything further.

Tomorrow is a bath day, but I would like to sustain my sunning as well now that I have begun it this year. The thing is that I only see some faint reddening of my face. When I exercised earlier in my wife's bedroom, my body didn't seem noticeably rouged, so I don't know what's up with that.

But enough blogging for today!

😈False Glitter👹

Evidently predicting iniquity's occurrence is permission to ensure it occurs, for so it went following publication of yesterday's post. I was not to get to bed until after 1:30 a.m., as I recall.

I bring this on so easily, such is my decay.

I kept my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m., though, and thus my morning proceeded as is usual.

My wife got home in the wee a.m. last night as I was misconducting myself, so I rather strongly hoped that she had sufficient Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) remaining in the nearly depleted four-litre box in her bedroom and would not seek to 'invade' my bedroom by sneaking in for a fresh box, thinking me asleep in my bed.

Discovery was untenable were it to take place.

After rising at 6 a.m., I dressed and then hobbled downstairs to start boiling water for a mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin, and as I waited I went forth to put the recycling wheelie bin to curbside for today's collection.

In the latter morning I was to discover that pickup today was garbage, not recycling; and now we shall have to wait two further weeks to have the garbage bin dumped. Emptying once in a four-week period is certainly stretching capacity.

When I finally had my coffee and was enjoying it here at my bedside computer, I checked online to see if my monthly pension income had been direct-deposited, and it had; so I transferred it out of my joint account with my wife and put it safely into my private account where it will be available for tomorrow's fortnightly mortgage payment debit. The account never even had $20 in it before, so I needed that pension deposit!

Around 7:30 a.m. I went forth to the backyard tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercising there, managing to open with a set of three pull-ups, but only one repetition in each of the five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that followed. That is fairly usual of late.

Naturally, I also did the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.

The day was clearly going to be all sunshine, but I knew I was unlikely to be benefitting. For one thing, the lawn needs cutting, and if I was out there doing any afternoon sunning for the first time this year, I would be trampling down the grass and make its eventual mowing troublesome in that area.

But of course I lacked the spirit required to undertake any afternoon sunning.

As it was to happen, though, my younger brother undertook that lawn care in the early afternoon following his midday bed rest when we were done having our latter morning T.V. together.

He had first emerged from his bedroom this morning right around 8 a.m., as if he had actually set an alarm to alert him (which of course he did not).

I let him have coffee and watch his news programmes on T.V. downstairs until 9:10 a.m. or so before joining him; and then at the first commercial break that arrived around 9:15 a.m., he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could have our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box take over.

The first show I tuned in was a nearly 10-minute (9:54) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Tim Horton's Now Hiring White Kids!

We also watched two very short videos at YouTube's 2 Average Dudes channel: 

🞉 Chrystia Freeland Verbally Rocked By This Protester (2:11) uploaded two days ago

🞉 Is Tim Hortons In Trouble? (2:00) uploaded yesterday

After that I tuned in a 2⅓-hour (2:19:54) video published May 23 to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Iran, Trump, Covid 2.0, Global Reset and More (FULL SHOW)- Dave Collum and Matt Smith.

Dave Collum is a professor of organic chemistry from Cornell University. He joins entrepreneur, co-host of the YouTube show Doug Casey’s Take Matt Smith to discuss the idea of narratives, parallels between 2020 and now, supply shortages, expansion of the war, Kevin Warsh, academia, and much more.

I guess we got at least 15 minutes into it before my brother announced that he was finding that it was too dry, so I tuned out. I did not want to devote the remainder of our morning to that video alone, anyway.

I instead tuned in This Is Us ─ episode 14 ("The Graduates") of season three. Good stuff. I hope to heck that they don't abort Kate's baby.

Then switching over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it, we finished off the tale end of The Graham Norton Show episode that we did not quite finish late yesterday morning, and then we watched Tales of the Unexpected ─ the premiere episode ("The Man from the South") of season or series one.

It was nice seeing a young, handsome Michael Ontkean again. I became very familiar with him in the old TV series The Rookies. I have to admit being surprised that he turned 80 years old back in January!

As for the episode itself, both my brother and I remember the story, whether or not we actually ever saw this interpretation of it. For myself, I couldn't quite remember how it was going to turn out. If you want to watch the episode, the entire series seems available here at Archive.org. 

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest following the episode, and I was back to bed for my needed nap very early into the noon hour.

After a little sleep, I checked the time ─ was it 1:18 p.m.? I forget now, but what I remember is that it took me eight minutes before I managed to pull myself from bed. By then, my wife must have been up for some time. She tends to have Wednesdays as a day off work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Right now it is 3:29 p.m. and I am going to take my blogging break. It seems that my brother only used the string trimmer, whether the Weedwacker or whatever it is we have. So the lawn has yet to be mowed. I guess that's on his agenda for tomorrow. Of primary importance for him today was to get away for a bus before mid-afternoon to take him social drinking.

Since my wife's bedroom is unavailable for any afternoon exercising, that half hour session is off for today. She will undoubtedly be leaving us in the late afternoon (or earliest evening) to go socializing and will not likely be back until early Friday afternoon at earliest, but the late afternoon is too late for my exercising purposes ─ I have my bit of drinking and three T.V. shows to begin watching.

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My wife didn't head away until around 6 p.m. By then she had supplied me with a good supper, my second and final meal of the day.

At her departure I wasted scant time in pouring myself a dozen ounces of red wine into a glass tumbler and then tuning in here on my bedside computer the T.V. series Vegas ─ episode three ("All That Glitters") of the first season. My source was at TVSeries.video.

A very good episode ─ I enjoyed it throughout. And I was pleased with myself at the show's conclusion that I was able to identify Bobby Rydell as the artist singing "Volare".

Regardless, the show was done by 6:54 p.m.

Next up was The Gifted ─ episode 12 ("hoMe") of season two. My source was again at M4uFree.cx, and the show was done by 7:54 p.m.

The four young female actresses playing the four lead mutants sure do keep me interested!

What I planned on being my third and final show this evening ─ as well as a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), just as I had enjoyed with The Gifted ─ was The Alienist. Specifically, episode seven ("Last Exit to Brooklyn") of season two. For the third time this evening, my source was to be at M4uFree.cx.

Just yesterday I had watched an episode of Black Mirror that featured actress Rosy McEwen portraying a similarly violent mentally ill character. In this particular season on The Alienist, she has a lead role as a hopelessly insane murderess who even kills babies, and who is involved with a local crime boss who delights in suckling from her lactating breasts.

I am unsure of why I just happened to be exposed to this actress who resembles (to me) Nicole Kidman in such weird roles in coincidental fashion, but it is bizarrely intriguing ─ especially since I am possessed of unrequitedly lactophilic yearnings that are impossible for me to ever realize

Why did I diverge into this aside? I do not know. It ends here.

The episode was done by 9:05 p.m., and at such a fabulous cliffhanger conclusion! I am not impressed with the man Moore that the villainess actually physically overcame him in a brawl despite he tackling her before she was able to shoot Sara. But she certainly did impress me by doing so!

I am undeniably ... well, rather unnatural.

Notwithstanding ... and moving on ... I decided next to take the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth, after which I realized that my brother was evidently downstairs watching T.V. with Bev. Did he show up while I was brushing? Or did he do so during The Alienist, and maybe had passed out and I did not ken that he was home?

Whatever. The thing here is that I was in no state to just be going to bed, particularly knowing that my wife was going to be a no-show. The consequence to that was a sitcom ─ and half a darned good shot of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol).

I drew the drab to last me through Trollied ─ episode seven ("Gavin's Night Out") of the first season. I am continually impressed how much actress Jane Hancocks allures me as her character Julie ─ she's like a sexually subdued woman set to erupt all over some lucky guy, and I'd love to be that recipient.

Yeah, I'm certainly weird.

My source for the episode was at GoWatchSeries.lol. 

'Tis late enough ─ time to start shutting down everything on my computer that needs it, and then getting to bed, for it is presently 11:20 p.m.

Smokers Okay

What a punishing night of ill sleep ─ and probably all because I sensibly got to bed at 9:30 p.m. last evening!

I was okay after initially feeling rather mentally restless upon getting to bed due to certain imaginings that almost saw me rise to entertain here at my bedside computer. But then before 1:30 a.m., I believe it was, I rose for some urinary relief, and that did it ─ sleep would no longer visit me.

Eventually I gave it up and rose, getting involved in locating and downloading a specific episode of The Graham Norton Show that I could find no source for. Specifically, it was the current season or series 33's New Year's Eve special.

It was a slow download, for I had to use a torrent., so the download was made possible with the μTorrent software I have months ago downloaded into my computer for this purpose.

It was after 4 a.m. when I returned to bed with my cellphone alarm still set for 6 a.m. However, I was to inexplicably find myself growing almost hopelessly chilly in bed, and this helped derail the achievement of much sleep. I only know that I must have had at least some because I would be aware of memories of what could only be dreams and not random and deliberate thoughts.

When I did rise at 6 a.m., the house seemed dreadfully chilly. When I hobbled downstairs to boil water for a mug of instant coffee with which I would be washing down an aspirin, I had to do some stationary marching to warm up as I awaited the boiling of the water.

By the way, it was raining again. I love it!

I was out to the backyard tool shed for my usual 15-minute exercise session around 7:40 a.m., but I was lacking after three consecutive sessions out there that opened with three pull-ups in the first set ─ I could only bear two pull-ups this time, and then had the usual single repetition in the remaining five sets of other pull-ups and chin-ups.

Then came the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I gathered up a reasonably light first meal of my day and ate that here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom right around 8 a.m. to watch his news shows downstairs and have some coffee. I waited till maybe 9:10 a.m. before joining him.

At the first commercial break around 9:15 a.m., I was invited to take over with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, at which point I led off with a 2¾-minute (2:48) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Tajana Cekic channel: Canada has gone 1984 ! Arresting you now for mental health issues.

Canada has gone full blown 1984…you can now get a warrant out for your arrest for mental health issues and mental health cops are a thing now 😬😳🫠

The next video I selected was 1¼ hours (1:16:00) and had been published May 22 to Rumble's Geopolitics & Empire channel: Anthony Freda: Dissident Art, Skynet Revolt, & Resisting the NWO.

Artist Anthony Freda describes his professional evolution from marketing cigarettes to children and war to the public for NYT and WSJ to eventually finding a home in alternative media as a dissident political artist in order to maintain his moral integrity. The conversation explores the heavy cost of dissent, including professional blacklisting and legal persecution for challenging official narratives. He expresses deep concern over the budding digital prison and particularly the rise of AI, which he views as a threat to human sovereignty. Anthony frames current global events as a spiritual battle between light and dark, urging listeners to resist state-sponsored tyranny and cultural inversion.

Maybe we got 10 minutes or even a little more into it, but my brother complained that he was finding it boring, so I cancelled out of it.

I then switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we finally finished watching ─ in this which was likely our fifth sitting ─ a documentary over 2¾ hours long (2:50:39) that had been published February 28, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: Why Johnny Can't Come Home.

Forty years ago in Des Moines Iowa...

It was all about 1982 child abductee John David Gosch, and was mostly the story as told by his mother, Noreen Gosch. I was surprised that my brother seemed to intently pas attention throughout, despite how long it took us to get through it.

After that we watched most of that New Year's Eve episode of The Graham Norton Show, breaking off during the entertainment performance near the end of the show. We'll probably carry on from there fairly late tomorrow morning.

My wife had a full workday today, not emerging from her bedroom until after 9:45 a.m., I believe. She showered, and was on her fairly long drive by 10:10 a.m.

I was to use her vacant bedroom for a half hour of light exercising beginning around 3:20 p.m. at most, I would say. I have since eaten my second and final meal of the day, and now at 5:05 p.m. I am commencing to feel some grogginess creeping in, for I never had my early afternoon nap ─ I only lay in my bed resting because I was convinced that my brother was going to be making a 'beer run' and I intended to go along.

I was correct.

I am now $84.10 poorer, but at least I have another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and another four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol).

After we had gotten back home, my brother quickly enough left afoot for a bus to take him social drinking.

That rain did cease in the mid-morning, approximately.

I am taking my blogging break now to watch my usual three T.V. shows ─ whichever three or on the rotational list I keep; and of course I will be doing some drinking.

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I poured myself a dozen ounces of red wine into a glass tumbler and watched The Guardian ─ episode 19 ("Back in the Ring") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

As usual, a truly good episode. I was quite impressed by the muscularity of guest actor Taylor Sheridan. One can't always perceive what sort of physique lies beneath someone's street clothes.

The episode was done by 6:07 p.m.

I was not exactly pleased that my next show was to be Black Mirror ─ episode two ("Bête Noire") of season or series seven. The original villainess was played by actress Rosy McEwen, who did somewhat resemble Nicole Kidman; but that was not why I felt that I should know her from somewhere. And now I see at Wikipedia where I know her from ─ the baby-murdering and obsessed villainess from The Alienist (season two).

This episode of Black Mirror sure did get creepy, and I was desperate towards the end that the main character would somehow overcome the reality-changing of Rosy McEwen's evil character. And she did barely manage it ... but only to become as vainglorious and power-hungry as was her nemesis.

A disappointing show, and not what I watch T.V. for. At least it was only 50 minutes and not 80 or whatever the previous episode was. One can of beer served, and both were done by 7:23 p.m. My source had been at TVSeries.video.

My brother showed up at 7:42 p.m. from wherever he had earlier bused to.

My second and final beer was devoted to Psych ─ episode four ("Woman Seeking Dead Husband: Smokers Okay, No Pets") of the first series. My source was again at M4uFree.cx.

Admittedly I got more of a kick out of this episode than the previous where I was profoundly annoyed with the 'psych' character ─ so much so that I questioned if I would be able to continue with the series. 

This episode was done by 8:37 p.m.

I have since brushed my teeth, and it is now 9:40 p.m., so I am going to commence shutting down that which needs so doing here on my computer. But I am feeling ... wayward.

The Wilderness

It was 10:08 p.m. by the time I got myself to bed last evening, and I cannot recall if I later heard my wife arrive home from her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Most nights I seem to notice at least some dampening of my bedding by morning ─ generally the upper areas where I would have the bedding wrapped about my head and upper torso. I expect that this is likely due to the two cans of beer and dozen ounces of wine I drink over the course of my evenings, but maybe not.

I never rose to use the toilet overnight, but when my 6 a.m. alarm sounded, I wasn't feeling on top of the world. Still, I felt good enough.

We'd had very light rain, and it was still ongoing; it just wasn't audible, but everything was very wet and being maintained so.

When I went forth around 7:40 a.m. for my backyard tool shed exercise session after two mornings off, although it was a strain, I managed to open with three pull-ups in the first set, thereby keeping that streak alive. The succeeding five other sets of pull-ups and chin-ups had the usual single repetition in each set.

Then came the usual squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I gathered up my day's first meal, then brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer to enjoy.

Once 9 a.m. was to roll around and still my younger brother had not emerged from his bedroom, I returned downstairs and laid claim to the T.V., and activated both of our Android TV Boxes.

When he did emerge ─ possibly around 9:20 a.m. ─ I used our R69 Plus Android 14 to have a three-minute (3:02) video all set to play. The video had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What I said to my ex-colleague, a Global News Cameraman at a Pierre event.

I followed that with a 19½-minute (19:33) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: The Government Is Using Your Fear to Pass This...Bill C-22.

My third video choice was ─ I now see ─ longer than I had believed it was going to be. At over 1½ hours (1:35:04), it had been published May 22 to Rumble's Maryann Gebauer channel: Geoff Moyse KC and Tom Isaac: Crisis and chaos in BC.

Geoffrey Moyse is a senior lawyer and King's Counsel (KC) who served as legal counsel to the provincial government of BC for over 30 years and advised six successive BC governments on Aboriginal law. He is principal at Moyse Law and an advisor to the Public Land Use Society. Thomas Isaac is prominent Canadian lawyer and partner at Cassels and serves as Chair of the Aboriginal Law Group. He has extensive experience in Indigenous legal issues and recognized for his expertise and advisory role in Aboriginal title and rights.

Since my brother and I both live in B.C. and pay a mortgage as rent to a bank ─ neither of us is deluded anymore about being owners of the place ─ the video proved quite interesting. Had I known how fake it was to think one had ownership of a home despite a mortgage being paid, I would never have thrown in with him on 'our' home those many years ago.

But that topic had nothing to do with what we watched ─ I was merely making an observation.

Anyway, following that video, I then switched over to the USB drive or stick in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and for a fourth (or is it our fifth?) sitting we watched a good part of a long documentary ... but we're still not done. My brother once again had to cancel out so he could return to his bedroom for further bed rest this wet day.

Maybe we can finish the documentary tomorrow.

I got in my midday nap, spending a little over an hour back in bed. This was to prove one of those infrequent days in which Bev was actually having to go out in the early afternoon with my brother to run errands, so for a change the T.V. is actually off in the afternoon for possibly an hour. Right now it is 2:42 p.m. and they are still away.

It is a bath day for me, so I am going to take a blogging break right here and get that hour-long visit to the bathroom underway.

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It is presently 4:22 p.m., and I am just finishing eating my day's second and final meal.

I only wanted to mention that just as last Thursday when I had stripped down for my bath, I weighed in at possibly as much as 185 pounds.

Also, while I was bathing, I heard that my brother was back home ─ it could not have been earlier than 3:20 p.m., which made me think that he would have to be pretty damned desperate to still want to head out for a bus to go social drinking.

Sure enough, he remained home! No doubt Bev felt great about the company, getting him from the point of them both being sober. Now they can graduate to drunkenness together as the remainder of the day wears on.

And now it is time for me to watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having a little bit of drinking for enhancement. I will conclude today's post later into the evening.

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Upon pouring myself about a dozen ounces of Domain d'Or red wine (12% alcohol), I was most delighted that my first show was to be Friday Night Lights ─ episode 20 ("Mud Bowl") of the first season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

I was almost certain that the single mother who gets romantically involved with her neighbour and high school footballer, Tim Riggins, was played by Wendy Moniz; but apparently the actress is Brooke Langton.

Alas, the show was done by 5:30 p.m. I love that series!

My next show ─ along with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was Sight Unseen ─ episode four ("Murder on the Dance Floor") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

It was interesting enough ─ I especially found myself intrigued by agoraphobe Sunny capturing herself on security camera leaving and returning to her apartment as a sleep-walker. And she'd been doing it before!

However, though I was affected emotionally once late into the show, Friday Night Lights had me in tears more than once and in fact extensively, so Sight Unseen is a far second place. The latter show, incidentally, was done by 6:48 p.m.

I sank somewhat when I saw that my next show on my rotational list was The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode 10 ("The Wilderness") and the season four conclusion episode.

These episodes tend to be far too long and dreary.

At over 58 minutes, I was in no mood to try and extend a single can of beer for that duration, so I opted to spend the first quarter hour brushing my teeth as I watched. I had already begun the episode, though, and had been mulling over how to cope with its length.

By the time I had finished brushing my teeth, 20 minutes of the episode were done, and I could begin on a can of beer.

I absolutely never expected how the latter part of this episode was going to strike me. The way villainous Fred Waterford met his demise, terrified in the wilderness by a possible dozen former handmaids who were going to stomp and beat him to death, had me jumping on the spot in glee as they surrounded the loser and dealt justice to him.

It's going to be exceptional, I think, seeing how his pregnant wife Serena is going to handle this news of his death, for they both thought they were about to be freed to be living in Canada almost with celebrity status.

My video source was at TVSeries.video, and the episode and my can of beer were done by 8:15 p.m.

What a treat to be done with the Fred Waterford character once and for bloody all ─ he was so damned tedious.

I still give Friday Night Lights the lead because of how I long to know the fictional people created for this series, along with life in their town ─ it fills such a void in my heart. The Handmaid's Tale is a pretty close second because of how wonderful it was enjoying Fred's just termination.

Although it is yet early, I shall drink no further nor watch any more T.V. shows. Instead I shall take my time shutting down browser tabs, browsers, and software that I currently have open, and I will likely be to bed by 9:30 p.m. at most. Sure, I am guessing, but it seems most reasonable, for right now it is only 8:47 p.m.

Fun and Games

'Twas a minute or two past 10 p.m. when I got into bed last evening with my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. to get me up in time enough for a mug of coffee (and an aspirin), and the time to normalize and otherwise prepare ere making the mile round trip hobble to do some grocery shopping at No Frills once it opened at 8 a.m.

I wasn't feeling great at 6 a.m., for I do not sleep well. But I had only risen once overnight to use the toilet, seeing as I returned to bed that it was 2:22 a.m. Yet I was keen enough on getting up despite feeling more uninspired than not ─ I could easily have remained in bed.

Even so, I got the job done, hobbling off at least five minutes before 8 a.m.

The sky was cloudy enough, but not heavily like I was expecting. Later, we were to have vast amounts of blue sky and sunshine, whereas yesterday I had been led to believe that today would be overcast with some rain due overnight and/or tomorrow.

My grocery bill came to $67.06.

I got home to find my younger brother watching his T.V. news: "Did you have a nice walk?"

I only commented that it was pleasantly cool, but I suppose that I could have added that I only crossed paths with one person on my way to the store, and two people as I laboured my way home. The fewer people, the better.

After I put away my purchases and then dressed down in my bedroom, I waited until 9 a.m. before going back downstairs to watch T.V. with my brother. Possibly I had to wait out 10 minutes ere he invited me to begin operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I led with a three-minute (3:02) video published two days ago to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Canada Under Threat? Louise Arbour Sparks Outrage.

Tanya Gaw and David Lindsay expose who Louise Arbour, Canada’s new Carney appointed Governor General, really is: a leftist, anti-Canadian globalist who is not fit to be the commander in chief of the Canadian Army, or the King’s representative in Canada. She does not stand by the Coronation Oath or the fundamental policies that shaped Canada. This is treason.

Join our Call To Action to stop Louise Arbour from threatening Canadian Sovereignty
https://action4canada.com/call-to-action-stop-louise-arbour-a-threat-to-canadian-sovereignty/

Then it was an 8½-minute (8:32) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: The real TRUTH about the Komagata Maru in 8 minutes.

The Komagata Maru is remembered as one of Canada’s great national shames.

Every year, politicians repeat the same story to virtue signal.

A ship carrying hundreds of hopeful immigrants arrived in Vancouver in 1914. Racist and evil Canadian authorities turned them away for no reason. Canada later apologized. Case closed.

But what if the story is not that simple?

In our latest video, we take a closer look at the history behind the Komagata Maru, the passengers on board, the political movement connected to the voyage, and the parts of the story that almost never make it into official speeches, school lessons, or government memorials.

Our third video was almost 22 minutes (21:58) and had been uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Rebel News channel: He might go to jail for a tweet against illegal immigration.

http://IrishFreeSpeech.com | 'I just can’t believe that I’m eight [court] appearances in for a retweet,' Kirk Loco told Ezra Levant.

Visit Rebel News to read this story ► http://rebelne.ws/4v4a50D

And then came Rescue: Special Ops ─ episode three ("Fire in the Cross") of the first season. I believe that my source was uploaded March 29, 2013, to YouTube's yeprealcool channel: Rescue Special Ops season 1 1x03 fire in the cross.

Good episodes this far ─ never boring, and some good-looking ladies acting in the series!

We finished up with our third sitting of a very long documentary downloaded onto the USB drive or stick in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, but there is still something over an hour of the documentary left to watch, for we broke from it again so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further rest. He would be heading off for a bus ere mid-afternoon to go social drinking.

My wife had gotten home last evening after I had gone to bed. I was still awake at the time, but my open box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alochol) was still in her bedroom, so she was set. She had a full workday scheduled today, though, at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and thus emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and then was away on her rather long drive not much after 10 a.m.

I was to have my usual midday nap; and then a little past 3:30 a.m. I availed myself of my wife's vacant bedroom and had my usual half hour of light exercising there. I noticed thereafter that the sky had markedly clouded over.

I might as well take my blogging break here at 4:20 p.m., and soon get into watching my usual three T.V. shows ─ whatever is next on the rotation ─ whilst doing some drinking. I have nothing unusual planned for tomorrow morning.

First, though ─ my day's second and final meal. 

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The word "usual" is commonplace in my posts because of how insignificant and mundane my repetitive days are.

My first show was Humans ─ episode three of the first season or series. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

Despite having watched an unknown number of episodes pre-COVID (I never kept a record of how far my brother and I got into the series when we used to drink quite heavily together in the evenings), I recall so little of what I see that it is almost like I am watching something new.

I find myself responding on a biological level to the female 'synths', which is part of what the producers and writers intend for viewers. I can even imagine bonding with one, and the concept attracts me ─ again, just as likely was intended.

To enjoy the show, I had poured myself about 12 ounces of the red wine from my wife's bedroom, and of course it was almost perfect following my meal. The episode was done by 6:14 p.m.

My second show was The Rookie ─ episode nine ("Fun and Games") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I realize that this is a fictional policing world and it is nothing like that ─ the human relationships, I mean. I don't trust cops ─ they are weak brutes by and large who will do any and everything their godly superiors tell them to do, and then later plead that they were only following orders if they get called to the carpet for any of it.

So as fiction, it was a darned good show, but I was at least moved by some of Humans.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode, and both were done by 7:22 p.m.

Last and definitely least was the stupid Doom Patrol ─ episode five ("Dada Patrol") of season three. So damned much time is wasted in each episode as each character is subjected to philosophizing of a nature completely irrelevant to the real life here all around we the viewers ─ it is all fiction, and none of the nonsense excruciatingly detailed has anything to do with sanity.

I am getting so tired of the bollocks episode after episode. Obviously the episode came in last by ranking this evening, The Rookie was second, and Humans first.

My source was GOOJARA.to, and it and a second beer were done by 8:36 p.m.

I took the time to brush my teeth when the show was done, afterwards realizing that my brother was already home and passed out downstairs in his favourite chair 'watching' The Golden Girls with Bev. This is what his mental strength has become reduced to in his years of daily drunkenness ─ back to back episodes of The Golden Girls and other equally vintage sitcoms because that's about all she is capable of as well once she starts drinking her white wine in the latter afternoon awaiting his homecoming.

And I have to drink alone here in my tiny bedroom at day's decline while watching T.V. shows on my computer, unable to access the T.V. downstairs that I actually bought. I don't even have that tiny relief from my oppression. 

It is 9:41 p.m. ─ time I publish this post and start shutting down everything I have open on my computer, and then I will get to bed. I may well manage it by 10 p.m.

Never Moving On

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The intention was to rise at 4 a.m. and get away on the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit some cash at my financial institution's nearest ATM, but I must be drinking too much alcohol each evening. I surely cannot be feeling so devastated whenever my cellphone alarm chimes, even at 6 a.m., simply due to sleeping as poorly as I do.

I rose at 4 a.m., and I even got dressed. But I couldn't do it ─ I could not face braving the night feeling as wasted as I did.

So I returned to bed and set my alarm for 7 a.m. with the thought that I might at least manage the usual 15-minute exercise session out in the backyard tool shed.

Even at 7 a.m. I felt atrocious ─ I only wanted more sleep. But I rose anyway, even though I dismissed daring any exercise. Feeling as poorly as I did ... well, I am 76 years of age ─ not 26.

However, I did check out front and decided to water the usual garden areas despite the overcast sky. Then I returned into the house and spent time here at my bedside computer.

I had decided to abstain from coffee today, so I never had that boost. I was also going to avoid eating anything whatsoever until at least 6 p.m., though I might start drinking beer in the late afternoon while watching a T.V. series here on my bedside computer.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom well ahead of 8 a.m. To be honest, I had by then been considering the tool shed exercising, but his advent was sufficient to entirely cancel the renewed interest in this project.

I waited until just after 9 a.m. before hobbling downstairs to join him for some morning T.V. He always watched news programmes, but at the first commercial break after I joined him, he released the T.V. to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I opened with a 57-minute (57:05) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Viva Frei channel: What is UNDRIP? United Nations Declaration Will DESTROY Canada! Everything You Need to Know. I suspected that my brother might soon tire of the video, but it was far more interesting than I ever expected. Guest Shawn Buckley and Viva Frei form an excellent partnership for this sort of discussion.

We next watched a 30-minute (30:15) video on BitChute that I was also quite sure my brother would soon reject, but he surprised me again and sat interestedly throughout. I feel that I should link to its original source, though, so I am going to do that.

It was published May 19 to Rumble's The Jimmy Dore Show: Hospitals Killed COVID Patients On Purpose For PROFIT! – Nurse Whistleblower Kim Overton.

Critical care nurse Kimberly Overton explains to Jimmy that COVID patients were not dying from the virus but from "deadly hospital protocols," including unnecessary early intubation, the toxic antiviral remdesivir, and high-dose sedatives like fentanyl and propofol—a "hospital holocaust" she calls "the new gas chambers." 

She recalls arguing with doctors who could only answer "it's protocol" when asked why they were killing patients, noting that intubated patients had an 80% mortality rate and that remdesivir was administered after the viral replication phase when it could not work.

Overton says she left bedside nursing in 2021 after witnessing vaccine injuries including strokes, blood clots, and cardiac issues in young healthy individuals, and now runs a holistic nursing practice offering functional medicine and advocacy for those seeking unvaccinated blood through the Pure Blood Registry. She concludes that the medical establishment was "murdering patients for profit" and that Dr. Fauci and others should face the death penalty for their crimes.

Kimberly Overton’s website: https://nursefreedomnetwork.org

After that I switched over to the USB drive or stick inserted in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched some more of the very long documentary that we began yesterday. I doubt that we are halfway though it yet, and had to once more break so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

While I was seated here late into the morning, my wife emerged from her bedroom. She was scheduled to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She never spoke to me, and since I was reluctant to engage with her, I chose to seek my nap.

Alas, I was done just before 1 p.m.

My wife did some cooking, and probably some gardening. At one point she came upstairs and in passing asked if I was hungry, to which I responded that I was trying to hold off on eating anything until at least 6 p.m.

Around 3 p.m. I did decide to at least load up what I would be eating and bring that here to my bedroom. I was unsure, but I thought that my wife had left for work, but she had not. She helpfully instructed me on some of what I should take to eat.

She was probably gone by 3:10 p.m. And so with the knowledge that her bedroom was certainly vacant, I had my usual half hour of afternoon light exercising. And then I had a naked weigh-in ─ at very most, I would peg me at 181 pounds. This past Thursday afternoon when I was stripped naked to have a bath, I was around 185 pounds, though I had eaten a meal in the early morning.

Right now it is 4:51 p.m. and I am going to take my blogging break, and tune in some T.V. fare here on my computer to allow me a little drinking. I have to be stronger about getting to bed more sensibly early than last evening, for early tomorrow is a planned grocery shopping venture that I want to be up at 6 a.m. to have coffee (and an aspirin) and sufficient time to ease into the mile-long round trip hobble ─ at least it is supposed to be overcast, so that's a mark in my favour.

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Instead of a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), I poured a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) to enjoy during my first show. My thinking is that it will prove advantageous to be drinking the usual two beers after I have eaten and with the wine out of the way, than to be only having one beer and then the wine following my meal.

My body will want the purer fluid in the beer to aid with assimilation of the meal, than it will gain from wine.

I watched a very interesting and even exciting episode of Teen Wolf ─ episode three ("Pack Mentality") of the first season. I am liking this series!

My source was at M4uFree.cx. The episode and the wine were done by 6:09 p.m., and I was undeniably feeling the alcohol buzz.

The meal proved to be centred around saffron rice and what I thought were fairly thick but smallish ground beef patties of an almost rectangular shape. There were only three and a partial one remaining, so I took one of the large ones as well as the partial.

It was tender cuttings of boneless lamb, not ground beef!

How can we afford something like this?! My wife surely must have sources I know nothing of.

Anyway, with a can of beer in hand, I next tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode nine ("Moving On") of season six. My source was again at M4uFree.cx.

There is no question that it was dramatic and exciting enough, but it was the usual detached formulaic cops & bad guys stuff. Teen Wolf was more enjoyable.

The beer took some work, not being all that desirable following the meal, but both it and the show were done by 7:42 p.m.

My second and final beer was ingested during S.W.A.T. ─ episode 10 ("1000 Joules") of season two. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

The episode in its own way was every bit as involving as was FBI: Most Wanted, except that S.W.A.T. had a delightful emotional ending courtesy of Kenny Johnson's character. It was, after all, a Christmas episode.

It and my can of beer were over by 8:45 p.m., and apparently at some point my brother had arrived back from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink. It sounded like he and Bev were getting along quite pleasantly.

By the way, yesterday in the latter afternoon I was emailed notification that a $49.11 share of a class action lawsuit involving price fixing of bread in food stores stretching back some years, had been deposited into my financial institution. I've only just now verified that the deposit was made.

Another zero on that settlement share sure would help me out.

I had added my name to the potential list of recipients back around December 1st. It had been suggested settlement might take a year, but evidently not.

I am now going to brush my teeth and betake myself to bed after I close down everything that needs doing here on my computer. It is 9:19 p.m.