Screwed

After my wife got home in the latter evening yesterday following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, since she was making no overtures to communicate with me as I sat here at my bedside computer, I finally just shut my door and went to bed.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., and it was indeed my call to get up this morning. Due to the current weather that is resulting in lots of clouds, I felt that it was unnecessary to do any morning watering of any of the front yard garden areas.

Around 7:40 a.m. I had the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before heading out into the backyard and then the tool shed for the usual 15 minutes of exercise there. Nothing but the usual: a mere two pull-ups in the first set of pull-ups, and then a single repetition in each of the following five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and I held the dead hang of the final pull-up between a pair of bars for the usual 45-count.

Then I got at the usual squat work to seek to strengthen my crippled knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I fixed up a banal first meal of my day and brought that upstairs here to my computer to eat.

Then a little past 9 a.m., since my younger brother had failed to emerge yet from his bedroom, I assumed control of the T.V. downstairs just before he did appear, using our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to set up an 11-minute (11:38) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Watch CTV Anchor Gush Over Hunter Biden!

CTV Vassy Kapelos absolutely gushed and giddy over Hunter Biden. I guess the laptop didn't bother her.

Our second video was not too very much shy of 1¼ hours (1:11:01) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: The Extreme Level of Surveillance Technology Already in Use is Shocking.

Recorded live in Grand Rapids, Michigan, this presentation examines the rapid expansion of America’s surveillance infrastructure — from Flock license plate readers and AI-powered microphones to facial recognition, smart TVs, data brokers, smart meters, and location-tracking apps.
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Dr. Jon Padfield explains how technologies that appear separate can be connected into “pattern of life” surveillance: tracking where you drive, what you watch, who you meet, what devices you carry, and even what opinions you express.
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The talk focuses heavily on Flock cameras, Flock Raven microphones, automated license plate readers, facial recognition, third-party data collection, and the dangers of building surveillance systems that can later be expanded by policy changes or software updates.
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The presentation also discusses Florida House Bill 945, the proposed Surveillance Accountability Act, the third-party doctrine, data ownership, private companies working with law enforcement, and why warrantless mass surveillance should concern people across the political spectrum. 

I have reduced the description ─ the full one was much too long. The body of the video was actually a lecture that I believe was recorded sometimes around May 22 ─ last month, at any rate.

It proved more interesting than I expected.

Next I switched over to the USB drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched at least another hour of a long documentary that we again had to cut short so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I think we've managed to get a little over half way through it now.

I was to bed for a nap a few minutes past noon, and although I felt as if I slept long and well, it turned out that I was to only be in bed a bit over an hour.

The day was such a mix of blue sky and huge, slowly drifting clouds that I had no inclination to be wasting time attempting to sun.

My wife had another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 a.m. to get herself ready for the day, and was away around 10:05 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

With her bedroom vacant this afternoon, around 2:10 p.m. I started a half hour light exercise session there. My brother had taken Bev out for whatever reason, and they did not return until 3:05 p.m. And 10 minutes later he left on foot to catch a bus to go social drinking.

Speaking of which, it is now 5:16 p.m. and I have eaten my second and final meal of the day, so I am going to take a blogging break and do a little drinking of my own while watching an episode each of whatever are the next three T.V. series on my list. Naturally, I shall be doing so here on my bedside computer.

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I started off with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and Stargirl ─ episode seven ("Summer School: Chapter Seven") of season two. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

I wasn't fussy about this episode. I despise dæmonic presences and would love to have a monstrous slab of rock drop from out of nowhere and obliterate that little fake-boy.

The episode was done by 6:10 p.m.

A second beer accompanied Necessary Roughness ─ episode five ("Poker Face") of the first season. I found myself having to use uFLIX.to, known to impose unwanted advertisement websites that open up and hijack you to other tabs. This time it only happened once, I believe, but I still resent it.

The episode was good ─ the stories are always interesting. And it was over by 7:21 p.m.

For my final show, I poured a dozen or so ounces of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler, and tuned in Legacies ─ episode 12 ("Kai Parker Screwed Us) of season two. For the second time this evening, my source was at uFLIX.to.

Like the other two episodes, this one was also deeply interesting and entertaining. But not one of them touched me emotionally ─ basically, they were meaningless, so I cannot rate one above any of the others. In honestly, they were quite flat apart from some shock value in Stargirl and Legacies. Shock value is fun, but I need to have my heart touched.

The episode was done at 8:51 p.m., and I heard my brother come through the front door about three minutes later to brighten Bev's remaining evening.

And still the damned South Asian kids ─ pre-school and earliest elementary ─ are carousing around the cul-de-sac shrieking, screaming, and roaring with no restraint from any of their parents or grandparents about anyone else living here. The cul-de-sac is their playground.

This is the only thing I truly hate about Summer ─ the good weather and long days that keep these atrocious little undisciplined monsters outdoors long into the evening. At least the recently passed Summer solstice marked the longest daylight hours of the year, and now supposedly days will commence to become imperceptibly shorter until finally it is noticed in late Summer.

I am a prisoner in my own heavily mortgaged home, with only this bit of evening fiction and slight drunkenness for my relief because I cannot even walk far any longer and thus night excursions have been taken from me.

I don't want to live like this. How could I possibly want to spend Eternity with the Being who brought or allowed me to come to this? I begged and prayed, but it was useless. All my life. I am nothing but an impotent 76-year-old failure.

It is 9:22 p.m., so I am going to publish this and soon start shutting things down on this machine. Already my brother and Bev are fighting, and she has just gone to their bedroom ─ to use the en suite toilet or to be free of him and go to bed, I do not know.

What a sorry life I end my final days with.