My younger brother seemed reasonably sober last evening, so I relented and watched T.V. with him after putting our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation.
We were to watch the finale episodes of two of the T.V. series we follow ─ the first finale was for The Sinner.
I think we're both happy to be done with the storyline and see Matt Bomer's screwed-up villain Jamie Burns finally get his due. Neither my brother nor I were particularly affected by the guy's blubbering as he lay dying from a deliberate gut shot by detective Harry Ambrose.
Why is it that the people who most delight in harming others blubber the most when it comes to their own demise?
He got what he damned well deserved.
The second series we finished up with was The Punisher. I have to admit, I'm a little ambiguous on how that one ended.
The bad guy Billy Russo could have gone in a different direction when he still had amnesia ─ it's really unfortunate that he was so resolute on remembering his past. And I have to admit, I almost wanted him and his psychotherapist love interest to go away together and have a decent life.
She really surprised me in the scene where she goes toe-to-toe with tough good gal Dinah Madani, and almost managed to take her out. Considering that the psychotherapist never had any martial training, whereas Dinah had been in a few law enforcement positions, it was quite impressive.
Billy's finish was entirely unexpected. What I thought would happen was that navy vet Curtis ─ whom Billy had phoned as he lay dying in Curtis's hall wherein Curtis charitably led troubled vets through group therapy sessions ─ would come and comfort Billy though his final moments, much as did detective Harry Ambrose for Jamie Burns in The Sinner.
I didn't expect that Curtis would instead let Frank Castle (The Punisher) know where Billy was dying from three gunshots.
But even when Frank appeared in the hall to confront Billy, I still thought that maybe Frank would relent and help Billy transition on into his inevitable oblivion from his mortal wounds. That Frank would instead whip out his firearm and blast two fatal shots into Billy was something I never saw coming.
I have to admit that I was rather relieved that Frank let misguided Christian / bad guy Josh Pilgrim live after their final violent and bloody showdown; but in view that Josh was somewhat pressured into his bad deeds by the powerful evil couple who were 'looking after' Josh's two young sons, Josh did seem to sincerely want to be a good man.
Finally, I was hoping that Frank and his teen charge Amy would remain together ─ that they would essentially 'adopt' one another, and Frank would have a more normal, happy life. In view of their expressed love toward one another, it made no sense to me that he would send her on her way just so he could continue his lonely life of deadly vigilantism.
I like Frank Castle actor Jon Bernthal ─ I was especially impressed by his character in the movie Wind River.
And so it was quite a late night for me ─ I may have managed to be in bed just ahead of 1:00 a.m.
Even so, I rose around 4:30 a.m. to put more work into the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites. It was well beyond 7:00 a.m. before I returned to bed, and I had the usual trouble finding sleep.
I was up again no later than 9:30 a.m., feeling inadequately slept. In fact, when I joined my younger brother downstairs at 10:00 a.m. to put our Android TV Box back into operation, I was experiencing the start of a migraine aura.
Thank Heaven it never fully developed and incapacitated me as it would have done, but I have ever since been suffering a vague headache. I tried to have a nap during the noon hour or early thereafter, but I just couldn't quite sink into sleep. The rest helped my eyes, though.
Incidentally, the first thing my brother and I watched this morning was a movie I selected: 2010's Happy. Thank You. More. Please.
I was expecting my brother to grumble over my choice, but he held his tongue; and eventually, he seemed to be caught up in the three main storylines.
I pointed out to him that one of the actors was B.C.-born Pablo Schreiber, whom we had become very familiar with in his role as a big, rowdy Irish leprechaun in the T.V. series American Gods. However, he was so much younger in this movie that he was practically indistinguishable even when realizing who he was.
I was also personally pleased to eventually recognize actress Malin Åkerman ─ in this movie she portrayed a young woman suffering alopecia, and who always wore a headdress to hide her total baldness.
I have been rather fascinated by the actress ever since her alluringly seductive proposition at a hippie-type commune to the main male character in the movie Wanderlust. Without wanting to be too vulgar, she invited him to submit to her offer to orally 'savour' his scrotum and its pair of contents.
Man, if I was a young man and that offer had been presented to me by someone who looked just like her, I would have dissolved on the spot ─ she'd have owned me.
But on to other matters.
This is the second full day in which my wife has been home. That probably had much to do with why I was unable to relax enough to nap today.
As well, I am very much hamstrung as concerns my activities. I cannot as freely work at my computer on my websites or my blogs, nor am I able to have much exercise here in the house ─ I need privacy for that.
I think she is napping right now early in the evening (7:05 p.m.), and I have the impression that she will be spending a third night here.
Yesterday morning, another vehicle damaged her parked car's front bumper so severely while my wife was in a shopping mall that the bumper had to be removed ─ it was hanging onto the pavement. So she has not driven the car since getting it back here.
My brother opined that it may actually be illegal to drive a car lacking its bumper. But whether or not, it is quite an ugly sight.
And so my wife may just be biding time here at home until ICBC clears her to get it repaired.
In other news of a vehicular nature, my wife's eldest son came home this latter afternoon with a motorcycle that he apparently now owns.
My wife was openly excited ─ she operated a smaller motorbike that she owned in Thailand for many years. I am sure that I have some photos of it somewhere ─ it may even have been this unillustrated model in Wikipedia described as a Yamaha X-1, but for some reason I have the name 'Wave' in mind.
Anyway, I took the following eight photos ─ most of them through the living room window ─ after my wife had to rush outside to see the bike. She soon changed out of her housecoat because she wanted to try out the bike (she never did take it for a spin). Note that her younger son was to arrive home in his older brother's car, so he is also in some of the photos:
I can not divulge anything at all yet about the motorcycle in the photos ─ I have yet to go outside and have a look at it.
By the way, when I rose from that attempt at a nap today, I discovered the ground outside to be nearly blanketed with snow or sleet. It didn't last, as you can readily tell from those afternoon photos that I took between 4:05 p.m. to 4:11 p.m.
Well, my brother has been home for some while after an afternoon outing, and is of course watching T.V. My eyes are too ill at present for me to care to join him, so I am going to lie down for a time.
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