My younger brother was in an unusually agreeable mood when he arrived home last evening from wherever he had been drinking.
And so it was that we watched four consecutive episodes of The Walking Dead ─ specifically, episodes four through seven of 2018's season nine.
So much is going on! I honestly wondered if Rick was actually going to be killed off in episode five.
With that episode done, the series has taken an approximate six-year leap into the future that definitely seems to be working well. For instance, I love young straight-shooting Judith who now wears the same big police trooper's hat that her dead older brother Carl always wore ─ the one that their father Rick had handed down to Carl.
It was really good to see Negan grovelling and whimpering to Maggie to go through with her plan to kill him, for he was no longer able to bear being locked up and alone with just his memories.
But I'll stop talking abut the series ─ I know that not everyone is as familiar with it, and this topic will be meaningless to many people.
Incidentally, I never mentioned it in a previous post, but I believe that it was three evenings ago ─ i.e., maybe Wednesday ─ that I watched (alone) the final series episode of The Originals.
Main vampire character Klaus Mikaelson 'nobly' intended to commit suicide to extinguish a great evil that he assumed in order to remove it from his teenaged daughter Hope, but his devoted brother Elijah refused to allow him to die alone.
And so they stand at the episode's conclusion in deep brotherly love and impale one another with a stake of the only wood that can permanently destroy them.
We see them slowly turn grey and lifeless and then begin to dissolve into a sort of mystically sparkling or twinkling ash that seems to rise heavenward.
This rot annoys me. There was nothing redemptive about Klaus ─ he cared nothing for anyone but his own family, and would happily murder as many human beings as a fit of pique might cause him to.
Why are we supposed to believe that the Mikaelsons would all go off to some heavenly vampire afterworld?
Are you destined for some sort of paradise like that? I know I'm not. And I've never taken a human life ─ let alone untold thousands like these century-old vampires have.
The same drivel took place in the final episode of The Vampire Diaries. It's as if the viewers are supposed to accept that these are godlike beings who have a heavenly destiny none of us are ever likely to realize, and we're supposed to gush with emotion at how fulfilled we feel that these often-relapsed murderous killers get to have that sort of final reward.
Well, it doesn't work for me.
Nevertheless, I didn't realize that The Originals has a spin-off featuring Hope Mikaelson who has been enrolled at the school for 'gifted' people that now exists at Mystic Falls.
The series is Legacies. I'll have to check it out ─ actress Danielle Rose Russell who plays Hope is a very beautiful young woman.
It was 12:30 a.m. by the time I was into bed last night; yet after some sleep, I was again up at (I think) 2:43 a.m. just to turn on and log into my computer to have it all set for later use.
Even though I returned to bed to give my computer time to get all set up, I never drifted back into sleep like I sometimes do.
And so shortly after 3:00 a.m. I was back up, and eventually at work tackling the day's content assignment for the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
And dang, that took longer than I ever expected.
I was still at it when my youngest stepson rose ─ evidently he had a morning shift. At 7:04 a.m. I heard him head out the front door to go to work. He may have had a ride waiting outside, but I never took a look to ascertain.
I did not get back to bed until 8:30 a.m.
Sure, I slept some more, but not as completely as I needed ─ even though I did not finally rise until after 11:00 a.m. My sleep had been fitful and seemed inadequate.
Actually, I rose and dressed shortly after 10:00 a.m., but I almost immediately realized that I was 'running on an empty tank.' So I returned to bed for another hour ─ fully clothed.
I found that my younger brother ─ who had been up the first time I rose shortly after 10:00 a.m. ─ had already returned to his bedroom to seek some rest before taking off for the afternoon.
I was downstairs and enjoying my day's second hot caffeinated beverage when he appeared ─ he could not have gotten a nap, for it was not yet noon.
He then drew my attention to the neighbours just beyond our backyard fence ─ a crew was at work topping a couple of trees nearest to a large shed that extends for nearly half of that fence. The line of evergreens ─ all cedars, I believe ─ extend for the reminder of the fence.
I expect that the noise had been too disturbing for him ─ his bedroom is on that same side of our house as is the backyard.
He now has a new (to him) van ─ a white 2009 Kia. Until he traded his old van in yesterday, he had been driving a dark green 2009 Plymouth Voyager.
The Kia almost has the same shape.
Anyway, he still had a lot he wanted to do concerning its paperwork today ─ insurance and so forth ─ so he headed away around 12:30 p.m.
And since he usually spends Saturday evenings with his girlfriend Bev and stays overnight at her home, I hope he does so tonight, too. I want the evening and the T.V. to myself.
The day has been mostly overcast, although the Sun does make an appearance, However, often the sunshine is very weakly filtered.
I went out into the backyard to try and sit in it for 40 minutes, beginning at 1:45 p.m. I wore just cutoffs.
By 2:02 p.m. I gave up. None of the sunshine I had witnessed earlier was bestowed upon me ─ nothing but wretched cool shade.
Yet that same sunshine was to appear awhile later ─ but too freakin' late for my benefit. I was back in the house to remain.
By the way, I am a little heavier than I anticipated myself to be. Stripped down to just my undershorts, I registered to be at least 188 pounds ─ and that was without having eaten anything today.
I'm a good five feet 10½ inches in height.
I don't have medical checkups, despite being 69 years old ─ I only seek medical attention if something is already wrong (usually very wrong).
However, I understand that the profession probably still dictates that people need to keep their cholesterol levels down.
I have no idea what my cholesterol levels are, but I haven't any worries ─ I realize that high is healthy, as long as those levels aren't being put up there by consuming masses of processed foods and all of the corrupted vegetable oils the Food Manufacturing Industry creates and utilizes for their very harmful products.
Research was just recently released following a very long (two decades) study involving nearly 28,000 women that found that women with the lowest levels of cholesterol were subject to double the risk of hemorrhagic stroke.
The following four articles expound on the study:
HSIonline.com
MedicalNewsToday.com
Consumer.HealthDay.com
MDmag.com
Sure, I'm male; but I'm confident being so doesn't somehow instill an immunity from the same outcome.
I found two things of interest, and the first was that even the researchers weren't committing themselves to any kind of unqualified support of their study's results.
The other thing that I noticed is commonly done in articles reporting on studies ─ some medical authority entirely uninvolved with the study is trotted out to comment as a sort of 'last word' on the subject.
I'm sure that in medical practice, it would be someone who is immersed into the philosophy of keeping those cholesterol levels down at all costs ─ in other words, just who we need to be giving an authoritative and cautionary opinion on the study.
I have some other work I wish to tend to now that my early evening is here, so I am going to bring this post to a close with the following two photos of a little girl who is standing between the bride and groom at a wedding back on February 25, 2018.
I don't know who the cute little girl is, but the mostly unseen bride is a niece of my wife's.
I expect that the photos were taken at a venue in the city of Udon Thani:
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