Common People

I'm pretty sure that it was after 10 p.m. when I got to bed last night, but before 10:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. even though I had considered rising at 3 a.m. for an outing to the elementary school playground ─ a ¾ mile round trip hobble ─ for some exercise there.

The notion was not entirely dismissed ─ I thought that if I happened to be awake naturally around that time and felt like going, then I could do so; and if I was not awake, then clearly my sleep was more important.

A point in my night arrived when I had awakened and was in need of urinary relief. However, the T.V. was still playing downstairs, so my younger brother had yet to go to bed. I wondered if I might be able to slip down the very short hallway to the bathroom without being noticed attired in just my undershorts? The need was dire, so I decided to give it a try ... and then I noticed that the bathroom was already occupied.

My infernal youngest stepson must have usurped it. That young prick seems to intuit how best to make my life as inconvenient as possible where that bathroom is concerned!

There was no sense in lying in bed in discomfort until such time as he exited the facilities ─ it could be another half hour or more! So I had no option but to use an empty 1.75-litre yogourt container that I have on hand for such an emergency.

It was 12:11 a.m. as I returned to bed.

Oddly, later in my night I was again experiencing wakefulness and needing similar relief ─ usually two cans of beer and a dozen ounces of wine in the evening do not require this degree of required drainage overnight. At least everyone else had gone to bed, so the bathroom was free.

If I am remembering right, it was 2:54 a.m. And though I returned to bed, I was aware that I could just remain up and have that outing to the school. But I was craving sleep; and if I did deny that craving, and dress and go forth into the night, I probably would not be returning to bed any earlier than 5:30 a.m. and would have difficulty thereafter sleeping due to having accelerated my mind and my metabolism.

So I was to sleep further. And when my 6 a.m. alarm finally sounded, it roused me ─ and I still wished I could remain in bed seeking more sleep. I did not feel at all rested.

When I hobbled downstairs to boil water for a mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin, I just lay deliciously on the chesterfield with my eyes covered awaiting the water's boiling, knowing that once I began drinking the coffee I would be committed to remaining up.

But that was the way of it.

I later yet had my unremarkable backyard tool shed exercising ─ six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with a single repetition in each, apart from the first set where I managed to force out two pull-ups; and then the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg. I was back into the house just ahead of 8 a.m. and dishing up a fairly light first meal of my day when my brother came downstairs with an armload of laundry he was going to start laundering.

I returned to my bedroom and this bedside computer where I had my meal; and it was not until nigh 9:10 a.m. that I again hobbled downstairs to join my brother for our morning T.V. together.

Upon his invitation five or so minutes later to take over, I used our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to play a 42-minute (41:59) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Mark Carney Sets Up The "AI Government Surveillance State" To Monitor Canadians.

How Mark Carney's Bill C-22 Creates The Building Blocks For Canada's Upcoming Government Run AI Surveillance State -Similar To China. Important Interview & Information. Action Step Required. Please Share Widely.

Odessa's guest was John Carpay of the Justice Centre for Constitutional Freedoms (JCCF).

Then I tuned in a 29-minute (29:40) video published yesterday to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Kentucky Youth Flood to Support Thomas Massie! | Daily Pulse Ep 252.

Our future generation is sick and tired of billionaires, foreign interest groups, special interest groups and people who don't have our interests at heart buying politicians. That's what's happening in the race against Thomas Massie, who's opponent is funded by a billionaire who reportedly is an Epstein associate. Tiffany Cianci joins us to explain how creators with 37 million followers combined are going to help win this race through the youth in Kuntucky.

We never finished our third video ─ maybe 54 of something like 84 minutes. Perhaps we'll give the remainder a go tomorrow morning.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and maybe by about 12:10 p.m. I was into my own bed for a nap. By then it sounded like it was raining quite hard outside, for the morning had been heavily overcast; I expected the day would remain threatened with further rain, for the cloud cover was heavy. However, in the early latter afternoon, there was sunshine, and quite a lot of it. I was having my light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom at the time.

The cloud cover did fully resume later in the afternoon. 

I had been expecting my wife to show up, for she generally has to work the latter part of Fridays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And sure enough, at 2:06 p.m. I heard her come into the house.

Soon, she was busy cooking.

At one point she had me research a $30 online order she had placed two or three weeks ago at a company called Chicory.com through a Facebook advertisement. Well, here is Google's AI Overview:

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Key issues consumers face include:

• Missing Orders: Multiple victims have reported placing orders for goods (often found through social media ads), having their money taken, and never receiving the items.
• Fake Tracking: Scammers frequently provide fraudulent tracking numbers that later claim items were delivered when nothing ever arrived.
• No Customer Support: Buyers are unable to reach the company for refunds or order updates, with emails and messages going unanswered.

Consumers advise exercising extreme caution when purchasing from this domain. If you are dealing with a financial dispute or think you have been targeted by this site, you can review similar victim accounts and report the incident using the BBB Scam Tracker or the BBB Scam Tracker resources.

Evidently she's been screwed. I never got the opportunity to share this with her, for she was away on her fairly long drive to work not too very long after 3 p.m.

I may as well take my blogging break here at 4:59 p.m. so I can watch the usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer, thereby allowing me a little drinking with which to better enjoy the entertainment.

I will finish up and publish the post in the latter evening.

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Lord, I am so glad that I did not watch my first show as my last show of the evening ─ what a sick, sorry mess! So damned depressing. I don't need that!

It was Black Mirror ─ the premiere episode ("Common People") of season or series seven. I watched the episode at TVSeries.video.

What I do not understand is why Chris O'Dowd's character would choose to return to the masochist website to either remove some body part ─ or else suicide ─ for the entertainment of the perverted viewers who pay people to harm themselves. He had just smothered his wife, the only reason he had for living ─ what possible reason would he have for money now, or even for remaining alive?

I gather that he had become too weary and probably physically and mentally dysfunctional to be able to go out in a raging crusade of vengeance against Rivermind Technologies, but continuing on even just once to self-harm for the viewing pleasure of the Dum Dummies website makes no sense to me.    

The disgusting episode was done by 6:05 p.m., and I had made a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) last me.

My next show did a superb job of erasing most of the first one's distaste. Unfortunately, whatever praise I may have given at this second series' debut episode when I watched it a couple or so weeks ago at most, I no longer feel it. The main character has grown to be exceptionally annoying to me, and I am wondering whether to abandon it.

I am speaking of Psych ─ this time episode three ("Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece") of the first season. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

The bride-to-be in this episode was so darned familiar to me, but I could not place the series she had been in. This has led me to check the identities of the cast playing the characters, and now I realize that it was delightfully appealing Gina Holden. I guess what threw me was that I never noticed her to be as exceptionally thin of limb in this episode of Black Mirror as she always seemed on Blood Ties.

I drank another can of beer during the show, which ended at 7:20 p.m.

A small tragedy ensued after I poured myself about a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass for my next show. As I withdrew the four-litre box of wine from overtop my glass, the spout of the box caught on the rim of the glass and nearly tipped the entire thing over ─ at first I thought that was exactly what was happening. However, the squat tumbler ─ a Bacardi glass that I estimate holds about a dozen ounces when filled ─ might have been bottom-heavy enough not to tip over, so I lost maybe an ounce or a bit more.

My computer keyboard and light tan floor carpet got a wee drenching.

Anyway, I tuned in Vegas ─ episode two ("Money Plays") of the first and only season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

How the hell can an exceptional show like this fail to catch on, but some lame-ass like Psych catches the attention of the viewing American public? Something ain't right.

The Vegas episode was done by maybe 9:10 p.m.

I guess something is amiss with Bev. She normally never emerges from the bedroom until into the noon hour at earliest, as a rule. Today she didn't do so until after I had finished my nap. Then maybe a couple hours at most later, she returned to the bedroom, having forsaken the T.V., even turning it off (very rare for her).

She emerged again well after 4 p.m. and started watching T.V. downstairs again ... with her white wine; but by the time Vegas was done, the T.V. was again off and she was back in the bedroom she shares with my brother ─ who was still not home from wherever he had bused in the earliest afternoon to social drink.

He didn't get home until 9:28 p.m. After he visited his bedroom and then got an accounting from me on Bev's haphazard appearance from the bedroom today, he decided that it was worth bothering her just to ensure she had not passed away.

She is quite sickly, COPD being just one of her issues at 60 years of age.

I am tempted to introduce my brother to the superb T.V. series Friday Night Lights, but it would be wasted on him due to how much drinking he has done since he has been away, and which he is now re-engaging.

I am also sorely tempted to do some further drinking though, but maybe it is best to just wrap up whatever needs finishing here on the various browsers, their tabs, and whatever else I have open on my computer. Then I can get to bed. My wife may or may not get home soon ─ I think she may have a full workday tomorrow, but I am not fully certain. If she does not, she may be late showing up.

Right now it is 10:06 p.m. as I publish this post.