Wicked Women

It seems to me that I was to bed last evening by 10:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 3 a.m.

When that time rolled around, the thought of getting up to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque (around $233) along with a Rogers Wireless refund cheque (around $45) was so appalling a prospect that I called it off and instead set the alarm for the usual 6 a.m. start to my day.

I returned to bed, but only for a minute or so. I had used the toilet and was in full recognition that I would hardly manage any beneficial sleep by 6 a.m. ─ I might even still be seeking sleep for the next hour; so why not just deal with the awful outing anyway? I would need to make the trip some night soon ─ it was inescapable, for I am too socially inhibited to make that pathetic hobbling spectacle of myself during the day or in fact anytime when most people are still ambient.

It sucks being crippled and with my psychology.

And so I rose; but I dallied sufficiently long here at my bedside computer that by the time I was set to leave, it was almost 4 a.m.

The night sky was overcast, and the temperature pleasantly mild. I never bothered taking my walking stick, for I am of a mind that it makes me too visible ─ at least it does to cops. I do not require their scrutiny, particularly when I have a dagger on my hip and a Titan baton flashlight / stun gun in my tote bag that I want them totally unaware of.

I was making poor time, of course; but I chose to stop in at the elementary school playground that used to be a target destination three or four nights a week when I was still able to walk properly. I wanted to see how I would fare at two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups on a pair of stationary rings.

I did no better than I usually do out in the backyard tool shed most mornings; that is, although I opened with two pull-ups in the first set, I only managed a single repetition in the others.

I carried on with my hobble, fortunately never having any encounters or consequential coincidences with anyone at the ATM or along the way back home, and I had returned by around 5 a.m.

I was able to remember to weigh myself before I did anything else. When I had exercised at the school, I had removed my jacket. Doing so again for the sake of the analogue bathroom scales, I registered around 192 pounds and might have been encroaching 193 pounds.

No wonder pull-ups and chin-ups are so damned difficult for me.

I didn't get back to bed until 6 a.m., and to ensure that I did not somehow sleep into the second half of the morning, I set the cellphone alarm for 8:56 a.m.

I wasn't to need it. I mostly rested deeply, and heard my younger brother when he emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs for coffee and his morning T.V. news shows.

Around 8:20 a.m. I peeked at the time, but it felt so damned good just lying in bed that it could have taken me as much as 20 minutes before I finally forced myself up for the morning.

However, it was nigh 9:15 a.m. before I joined my brother, who was pretty quick to turn the T.V. over to me so that we could watch whatever I came up with via our Android TV Boxes.

Using the R69 Plus Android 14, I led things off with an 18-minute (18:42) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why Shen Yun Drives China Crazy.

After that, I tuned in a 29-minute (28:59) video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Israel Is Running Australia - And No One Is Talking About It. 

The video description is far too detailed for me to care to try and reproduce it here, so refer to the link. However, we likely never watched more than 10 minutes of the video before my brother expressed that it was too 'dry' for his liking.

So instead I tuned in Chicago P.D. ─ episode 20 ("Fight") of season 10. That was a good episode!

My prurient side then had me tune in a 4½-minute (4:37) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's UPDATE WITH S.R channel: Women Vs Men MMAC Grappling Match | Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Mixed Wrestling | No Gi.

All of my adult life I have wanted to wrestle with an athletic girl, but it never happened. It is one of my many sincere regrets that I have never known that exquisite degree of intimate struggle with someone like the determined lass in the video.

Note that I had to turn the sound down so extremely low in order to extinguish the incredibly annoying commentary, that not hearing the other sounds in that venue did slightly detract from the match's full enjoyment.

The final item I tuned in required switching over to the T95Q Android 9 TV Box where the USB drive or stick is inserted, and we finished watching the second half or so of the old black & white movie we had to break from late yesterday morning ─ 1953's Wicked Woman.

My source for the download had been published July 20, 2023, to Rumble's Classic Old Movies | Film Noir | War Dramas | Westerns | Scifi channel: Wicked Woman (1953) Classic American Film Noir Full Movie.

It proved remarkably interesting! Actress Beverly Michaels had a very attractive face, but her body never held any appeal to me. She had no muscle, and even her thin arms looked like they were primarily skin and some fat. She also had poor posture, and walked in the most ungainly slow fashion, almost just langorously swinging her carriage along ─ but in slow motion. It looked more caricature than genuine.

I researched the movie beyond what Wikipedia had to say, and my suspicion was apparently founded that the Billie Nash character had actually submitted to sexual acts with her lecherous dwarf-like blackmailing neighbour Charlie as played by Percy Helton. The actor may have been a cute kid and maybe even a fairly good-looking young man, but he grew into a squeaky-voiced and rather obese, squat ogre. Thus when actor Richard Egan's character near the end of the movie saw her submitting to this freak's slobbering kisses of her neck and throat at the rooming house she was staying in, he was repelled by the vision and ended their relationship. Yet she was only submitting to the wretch so that he wouldn't squeal and betray what she and her married lover were planning to do behind his wife's back ─ i.e., selling the bar the wife had inherited from her father, taking the sales proceeds, and running off together to Mexico.

At least no one was murdered or even arrested ─ I was expecting the worst.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest once the movie was done. He later surprised me by mowing the lawns again ─ their first mowing this year wasn't quite a week ago, I believe. The day was a mix of mostly cloud and some sunshine.

I had my nap in the midday. And then because I had eaten nothing and had only had one coffee, I fixed up a meal for later that would be my day's only meal, and I also had my second coffee of the day to help ease me into an afternoon light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I have since eaten that meal; and now it is 5:16 p.m., and time for me to commence watching my three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a little drinking. I will finish today's post in the latter evening.

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I led things off with Superman & Lois ─ episode seven ("Forever and Always") of season three. My source was at TVSeries.video.

It was good; I even felt some emotion during a mother/daughter fireworks scene towards the episode's finish. And I was entirely caught off guard by who Natalie's new boyfriend's parents turned out to be. 

Naturally, I had a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) with the show, and both were all done by 6:15 p.m.

When I opened my bedroom door, I couldn't believe how brilliant the hallway seemed, and then I realized that the light was on despite sunlight streaming in. Only one person tends to turn on the light as a habit ─ my wife. And sure enough, she was here in her bedroom ─ I was not expecting for her to be home until at least fairly early tomorrow afternoon, or at the end of that evening after she had finished working the latter part of that day as is her usual Friday schedule.

Anyway, this was not to deflect me from my shows, so next I tuned in The Expanse ─ episode seven ("The Seventh Man") of season two. My source was again at TVSeries.video.

This episode was also good, but it never affected me emotionally, despite another can of beer.

When it was done ─ surely well before 7:30 p.m. ─ my wife seemed to be at work in the kitchen.

I checked her bedroom to ensure that she had not failed to bring back what remained of the four-litre box of red wine that she had left here with around 3:15 p.m. Wednesday; and then I poured myself at least a dozen ounces of Vivo Reserva white wine from Chile that I have here in my bedroom, and I tuned in Stargirl ─ episode two ("Summer School: Chapter Two") of season two. Once more, my source was at TVSeries.video.

There was an early sequence in the episode where a beautiful woman with gorgeous legs was dancing about joyously in her kitchen (to Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun") while oddly breaking a couple of plates and a vase of flowers.

It turned out that it was evil teen Cindy's stepmother, who falsely believed that she was finally free of her virtual enslavement now that her evil husband Dragon King was dead. But Cindy ─ a.k.a. Shiv ─ later came home and inadvertently killed her stepmother, dashing my hopes of seeing a lot more of this actress.

Fortunately the actress ─ Lesa Wilson ─ has other work that I am anxious to get around to enjoying.

The episode was done by 8:14 p.m., and I was to see that my wife was still downstairs. Anon she was to realize that I was no longer shut up in my bedroom and called up to me if I was hungry? Alas, I had to decline, for I am not even remotely interested in eating a thing.

Right now it is 9:09 p.m. and I am about to brush my teeth, and then start finishing up anything left undone here on my computer so that I can work my way towards getting to bed sensibly early this evening.

If I succeed, maybe I will pay a visit to the elementary school playground again, should I feel 3 a.m. is attainable overnight for a cellphone alarm setting. We'll have to see when it is that I get to bed.