👺Intersection

Despite far better intentions, last evening I never got to bed until possibly nigh 11:30 p.m., if not even after. My wife had arrived home at 10 p.m., and soon enough approached me with $300 in hand to have me transfer the same amount from my account by e-Transfer to her.

She needed to access the money online right away, perhaps to send to her mother back in Thailand; but whatever the purpose, it was something she had no means of achieving by herself without a lot of bother and some wait.

So I did that for her, and otherwise just sat up wasting time.

As it was, I had considerable wakefulness in the latter stages of my night before my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm finally sounded, so an extra hour in bed would have been counterintuitive.

I badly wanted my day's first mug of instant coffee, but I felt it imperative to water the front yard garden areas before the world got too busy. It's a half hour chore. The aspirin I generally have with that first coffee thus also had to wait.

It was clearly to be another sunny day.

Once I finally did have and drink that mug of coffee, I was soon out to the backyard tool shed for the usual morning exercise session out there. "Usual" tends to signify that I will only be managing a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but this time I got in two pull-ups in the first set and I felt as if I could even have forced out a third; and I finished with the usual squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

I was back in the house before 8 a.m.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until well past 8 a.m. By then I had even finished my day's first meal that I had brought upstairs with me to enjoy here at my bedside computer.

My wife was to have another full workday today; but as yesterday, she never came forth from her bedroom to shower until at least 9:45 a.m., and was off on her rather long and sunny drive nigh 25 minutes later.

T.V. with my brother commenced around 9:10 a.m. when I hobbled downstairs to join him, getting his invitation about five minutes later to start operation of our Android TV Boxes.

First using the R69 Plus Android 14, I opened up with a 34-minute (34:21) video published yesterday to YouTube's Libertytalkcanada channel: The CHINAFICATION Of Canada Through The Indigenous, Mark Carney & The UN.

The grand Marxist/Communist agenda for Canada that was warned about years ago is coming more and more to fruition. Some First Nations/Indigenous are using the UN's UNDRIP/DRIPA to try to sell off Canada's resources to make a lot of money for very few. Liberal PM Mark Carney just handed the biggest cities in BC including Vancouver to the indigenous. Let this be a warning to other countries/states/provinces that the globalists at the UN are up to no good, and are causing serious chaos and damage to Canada and its economy.

I basically got nothing out of the video, for anytime Odessa mainly reads material, I zone right out. As a reader, she is a 'snooze fest'. Even my brother finally complained after nearly a half hour in that he wanted me to change the video to something else, but I assured him that it was nearly over.

A video like this is unnecessary. Odessa is a boring reader, reading boring material. What viewers like my brother and I require is a discussion with one or more guests who are informed about the subject matter and who can elucidate it pointedly.

Just droning on and on as she reads a long article is time-wasting. I usually give a 'thumbs up' to her videos, but I cannot when this is what we sat through. At least I won't give a 'thumbs down'.

Next I tuned in The Morning Show ─ episode five ("Amari") of season four.

After that I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to use the USB drive inserted into it, and started us off with a downloaded 16-minute video originally uploaded April 19, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: UNSOLVED: The Creepiest TV Hack in History.

THE MAX HEADROOM INCIDENT. November 22nd, 1987 was a pretty normal evening for television viewers in Chicago. That night, like every night, Dan Roan was covering sports on WGN-TV, Channel 9.

Then suddenly, the signal was disrupted and screens across the city cut to black.

Engineers at WGN-TV thought their transmitters were failing. 

They weren't. A few seconds later, something crazy happened.

WGN's broadcast signal had been hijacked in what is now known as "The Max Headroom Incident". 

WGN-TV was able to act quickly and get their signal back. But, Two hours later, it would happen again to another TV station and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

What happens next remains one of the most bizarre unsolved crimes in television history.

We finished up with what looks to be a pretty exciting movie, but only got about 22 minutes into it before knocking off so that my brother could pursue further bed rest. I was in bed for a nap early into the noon hour, and may have only been abed an hour.

I was to turn down another opportunity to get in my year's first sunning session, and I did so primarily because I just cannot yet bear Bev witnessing me hobble down the stairs garbed for sunning ─ I have so little privacy anymore. Once she is up from bed and ensconced in the living room watching T.V. until she goes to bed at night, no one can use the stairs ─ or the front door to come or go ─ without her awareness of it.

At least I had my afternoon light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I might as well seek to try and get to bed early this evening ─ my brother left me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque ($233.33 this time), so maybe I can rise at 3 a.m. overnight and make the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit it at my financial institution's nearest ATM.

Right now it is 3:51 p.m., so I am taking my usual blogging break to watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drinking. Bev usually returns to their bedroom around 4 p.m. to have a shower and whatever else it is that she does to clean up, so I will wait until then to hobble downstairs and fetch what will be my second and final meal of the day.

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Depravity ─ that extra time spelled those idle fingers that become the devil's work tools.

Yet somehow I broke loose before the usual conclusion. At that point it was almost 7 p.m. and I had still not eaten the meal I had brought to my bedroom.

So I ate.

And then I tuned in The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode eight ("Testimony") of season four. My source was at TVSeries.video.

The episode was bleak and dark, but at least one-eyed, red-headed little Janine does still live. She is my favourite character ─ probably because of how well and appealingly actress Madeline Brewer presents her. I am going to have to watch other work by her once this series is done, if I can remember ─ or sooner, if the show's producers do finally kill her off.

I realized when the episode was done that my brother must have just arrived back from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

I am glad The Handmaid's Tale was my first show, for I am not a fan of the series.

Next I tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 17 ("The Intersection") of season two. Again, my source was at TVSeries.video.

I guess I had forgotten that dear comatose Lulu was potentially dead as a result of the traffic collision cliffhanger of the previous episode. This episode's conclusion with her eyes slightly opening after Nick's emotional bedside prayer to her ─ but they only opened a very few seconds after he left her alone in her private hospital room ─ was deeply touching.

Actress Wendy Moniz is awesome. I will have to watch her other work once the series is done, or if they do kill her off before then.

The episode was done by 9:16 p.m., and so was my second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

After pouring a minimum of a dozen of ounces of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine (12½% alcohol) into a glass, I tuned in what I expected was going to be my third show on my viewing roster.

But it proved to be Black Mirror. I had already endured a nearly hour-long episode of The Handmaid's Tale, but this Black Mirror episode was damned near 1⅓ hours long! That's almost two regular T.V. series episodes of other shows. I couldn't do that ─ not this bloody late when it was supposed to be an early evening! I'd be up till midnight!

So I cancelled the show and tuned in the sitcom Kitchen Confidential ─ episode nine ("Let's Do Brunch") of the only season. For the third time this evening, TVSeries.video was my source.

Even though this was a relatively short sitcom, I was done the wine well before the episode's conclusion.

The episodes are rather raunchy, but I was pleased to see that I misidentified a guesting actress. I nearly believed that actress Erinn Hayes might have been actress Minka Kelly, but most fortunately I was so very wrong.

The episode was done by 10:09 p.m.

Presently it is 10:42 p.m., and I still have to brush my teeth, but I sure don't want to be sitting up too damned late. It would be great to be in bed before 11 p.m. There will be no early rising to be hobbling off to perform any deposits.

Incidentally, Bev and my drunken brother were squabbling over her refusal to involve herself socially if it involves her having to use a bus by herself. She is content to just sit and watch T.V. here until the day she dies.