😈Venon Demon👹

I couldn't beat it last evening, and thus never made it to bed until well after 2:30 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. There was no sense in setting my cellphone alarm ─ it seemed clear that my morning backyard tool shed exercise session was off.

I do not intend to draw out my post today, but I will say that peculiarly, I may have mistakenly set my cellphone alarm last evening for 6 a.m. ere engaging the folly that was to keep me up so late overnight. Whatever the case, if it did sound, I was awake at the time and felt practically as well slept as if I had been to bed by 11 p.m.

I cannot actually remember, though, if my alarm did go off. It either did, forcing me to shut it off, and then I just lay there for eight or so minutes; or if I am mistaken about the alarm going off, I was awake enough that I just naturally checked the time around 6:08 a.m., and chose to rise then and salvage my morning.

Either way, I had what amounted to being a rather normal morning.

The exercise session a while later (after my usual aspirin and mug of instant coffee) was the usual single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

I was back in the house before 8 a.m., gathered together my day's first meal, and I may have finished eating it before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

I let him watch his news shows, and then joined him around 9:10 a.m. Not 10 minutes after that, my wife emerged from her bedroom. This was a full workday for her at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She had her shower and otherwise readied, and was away by 9:45 a.m. or so on her rather long, sunny drive.

This was exceptionally early for her ─ sometimes she does not emerge from her bedroom on her full workdays until 9:45 or even 9:50 a.m. if she had slept especially poorly.

Just before she did come forth from her bedroom, my brother had invited me to commence operation of our Android TV Boxes. I already had the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box turned on, so I used it to fetch the two latest videos at YouTube's AnitaK channel:

⬤ We Don't Do That Here. (8:11) Uploaded yesterday

The video concerned uncultured South Asian immigrants acting environmentally uncouthly.

⬤ Canada Sends $270M—But Slams Trump on Iran?! Plus How Tucker Messed Up. (18:19) Uploaded earlier today

Then I tuned in the two most recent videos at BitChute's NEM721 channel, both of which were published earlier today:

⬤ Radioactive Ticks are being drop on us (2:17)

Refer to the above video description at source ─ it's longer and more involved than I care to reproduce, but the video does feature Dr. Robert Malone. 

⬤ THE 2026 MET GALA ILLUMINATI EXPOSED! THE ANNUAL GATHERING OF WITCHES, DEMONS & TRANSHUMANISTS! (29:21)

After that I then tuned in the movie we had started watching yesterday ─ it was a lot of exciting fun! 'Twas 2018's Venom. This was on a USB drive or stick, for I had it downloaded ─ and we watched it on our T96Q Android 9 TV Box.

I do not recall my original download source, but it is available at GOOJARA.to.

My brother took his leave while the quarter-hour of closing credits were rolling, so he missed out on a sequence that probably was a herald to the sequel movie. 

I finally got around to doing a factory reset of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box. Since early this year it lost its ability to download any apks, and even a few that were already in it would not install. As well, I had disabled Google Play Store because I blamed it for likely deleting at least five sideloaded apps.

The reset took a surprisingly long time ─ I was starting to wonder if it was stalled.

But it finally finished. Sure, I lost all of the apps I had downloaded; but the point of the exercise was to see if this would heal whatever fault had been done to stop me downloading such apps.

And it worked! I used the Aptoide TV app to locate MX Player Pro and I had no trouble at all getting it installed ─ same for a Codecs package for it. Now I can build the Box back up, but this time I am not going to log into Google or activate Play Protect.

It was late into the noon hour when I sought my needed nap, and I was probably abed at least 1¼ hours ─ I did some obvious drooling for the first time in a long while.

This was a bath day, so there would be no afternoon exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, nor would I be having this year's first sunning session.

I've had the bath, and quite a substantial second and final meal of my day. Right now it is 6:42 p.m., and it is time for a blogging break. I have a long (nearly 1⅓ hours) episode of Dark Mirror to watch, so it is going to require both cans of the Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I normally watch two different episodes of various T.V. series with.

I will finish up this post later in the evening.

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Well, it turned out that Black Mirror episode five ("Demon 79") of season six was only 1¼ hours ─ but still much longer than any usual episode of other T.V. series. I would not have been able to make a single can of beer extend that long, so two it was. 

My source was at 1Moviesz.to, and it was all over by 8:14 p.m. Evidently my brother was quite newly home from wherever he had left by mid-afternoon at latest to bus to so he could indulge in his daily social drinking.

The episode was rather sick, and rather a shame to have wasted two precious cans of beer upon.

My second and final show this evening was accompanied by a dozen or so ounces of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine (12½% alcohol). And so I watched Psych ─ episode two ("Spellingg Bee") of the first season. My source was TVSeries.video.

I got such a kick out of the opening few minutes that I decided that I am decidedly a fan, but we shall see how things proceed. The lead actor makes his character seemed so natural at times.

The show was done by 9:47 p.m.

All else I have to offer is that the denouement of my recalcitrance as in the wee a.m. last night was so seductively and nearly swooningly mind-folding, that there is no question of addiction. I cannot continue on with the bleak, limited life I presently have that is keeping me in this absolute bondage to which I am in thrall, that I cannot possibly resist embracing the nearly supernatural surrender of my bleakness to this occasional obliteration of all that is my reality, ephemeral though that obliteration is.

Nothing in the material human experience can equal this temporary ascendance, so how can I long withstand the peculiar siren's summon? I spend my life primarily holed up in my wee bedroom isolated here with my bedside computer that as often as not is not even turned off while I sleep.

This is all I have ─ even here in my own heavily mortgaged, bank-owned home to which I have exclusive ownership title, sham though that is. The people own nothing that the government does not say we can falsely claim is ours, but I never knew this years ago when I threw in with my brother on this now lifelong mortgage servitude to the bank and the government.

Enough of this wailing. It is 10:24 p.m. and I still must brush my teeth, and then work towards getting to bed. I doubt that it will happen any earlier than 11:30 p.m.