I even opted to begin watching T.V. earlier that evening with my younger brother than I usually do when he showed up from wherever he had gone that afternoon.
Lately he seems to be trying to reduce his drinking. I think he's concerned that some rash-like skin breakouts he is experiencing may have their origin due to an impaired liver. The problem areas are fortunately hidden beneath his clothes ─ i.e., none are on his face or neck.
And last week, he never even bused off on Wednesday or Thursday to hook up with one or two of his drinking buddies for what had come to be a weekly get-together, but I won't go so far as to say that the event never happened because my brother declined to go out drinking. It was more likely just a coincidence that they never congregated.
My wife's presence last evening also prevented me from getting to bed until the arrival of midnight, for she spent much of the evening shut up in our bedroom watching a movie or something on a tablet. Anytime I noticed her exit the bedroom to come downstairs to eat and / or interact with her two sons, I was in the midst of an episode of one of the T.V. series my brother and I follow.
When the episode would finish, my wife would be occupying our bedroom once more.
On Sunday evening, my brother and I were to watch the fourth season ─ and possibly the series ─ finale of Our Girl.
My brother and I had watched the original movie featuring Lacey Turner as the title character, who then went on to be cast in the first season of the T.V. series. It was Lacey's performance early in the pilot movie when her character was down and out and bordering on suicide because of the street trash she had become, and then when she found herself basically waking up after passing out practically in front of an army recruiting office, that hooked us.
For whatever reason, a switch flips and she decides to join the army.
And thus the series.
But when season two began and Lacey Turner was gone, I strongly resisted actress Michelle Keegan as a brand new Our Girl.
Of course I eventually did warm up to her, and I was in fact to become a fan. I even caught her when she has been featured quite recently as a guest on The Jonathan Ross Show, and that sort of exposure always helps to personalize a actor or actress so very much.
It is not known with certainty that Our Girl will not return ─ BBC has not announced that decision. So we can only wait and see. If I learn that it does return, my brother and I will follow it.
I never managed to rise overnight until around 4:30 a.m. this morning to put work into the new post I am slowly developing at one of my six hosted websites. When I rose yesterday at 4:00 a.m. to work on it, my login to the website's WordPress dashboard failed.
I do not really own the website. It is mine only for however long I am willing to pay hosting fees to JustHost. As well, I have to pay other fees to maintain my ownership of the website name itself.
Well, I quite recently began paying for hosting on a monthly basis because JustHost charges far too much for me to afford on a one- or two-year basis.
And so it seems that I neglected to pay to have it hosted for a new month. I had no choice but to log in to my website's JustHost cPanel and access my account, and from there pay for the new month.
All of my other five hosted websites are on one account at HostGator ─ and I pay less per month for all of them on that one account than I have to pay JustHost.
Sometimes I almost wish that both web hosts would shut me down in a bid to extort more money from me by claiming that my websites were infected with a virus or malware, and I would have to pay some ridiculous amount to both have them cleaned, and for a monthly subscription to a safeguard service to prevent it happening again.
I know that this is commonly done ─ this extortion, I mean.
As soon as it happens to me, I will wash my hands of the web host and my website(s). In the more than 10 years that I have had my websites online, all of them combined have never resulted in enough affiliate income to ever pay for even one month's web hosting.
They are a money pit. But until I have to make a hard decision like that, I will carry on with them. It has become an expensive habit.
Anyway, I never got back to bed this morning until well after 6:00 a.m. ─ maybe more like 6:30 a.m. And I was to remain abed until 9:30 a.m. By then, my brother was downstairs and just about to turn on the T.V.
I remained upstairs here at my computer until near 10:00 a.m. before finally going downstairs to fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and then join my brother ─ I had a movie in mind for us to watch, provided I could locate a good source for it via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
Well, I succeeded. The movie was 2017's Okja.
I nearly passed it over because I was concerned that it was a kids' movie, but it was reasonably mature. I loved that it was anti-GMO, and may even have been anti-CAFO.
I am certain that my brother was initially suspicious of the film, but he clearly did get involved with it.
And unlike the usual kids' fare, its ending was very bittersweet. Sure, the little Korean girl Mija got her special monstrous pig named Okja back, but the corporation that had created Okja was happily killing and butchering untold hordes of other Okjas.
Especially touching as the movie was ending was when a new-mother pig awaiting slaughter was able to somehow intelligently 'expel' her little one to Okja and Mija as they walked away from the slaughter pens with a pair of armed guards escorting them out. Due to Okja's size, the guards never noticed the wee pig that was ejected out just in front of Okja and Mija, and Okja managed to conceal it ─ perhaps beneath one of her massive ears.
So the mother pig would have gone on to be butchered with so many others like her, but knowing that her young one was going to be saved; and Mija got to take Okja and the little new pig back to her forested mountaintop farm in South Korea where she lived with her grandfather, and they would all remain in unmolested isolation thereafter.
It was a good movie.
And we were left with some hope after the concluding movie credits were shown.
We saw the imprisoned leader of the Animal Liberation Front (ALF) being eventually released ─ the group had been instrumental in helping Mija. He had a beard now, so he had been imprisoned for some while for interfering with the monstrous pork corporation.
As he united with one of his ALF compeers outside of the prison, it was clear that they had no intention of forsaking their efforts to liberate abused animals.
One could almost smell a sequel, but it would make no sense having one. These kinds of corporations do not lose ─ GMO experimentation and CAFOs will be with us until the world order collapses.
It would be unrealistic to have a movie proclaim that anything else was possible.
The day today was mostly sunny, but with my wife home I never really had the time or opportunity to benefit from the sunshine.
She had risen right after I did shortly after mid-morning, but evidently she had to work in the latter afternoon. So just ahead of 3:00 p.m., she left us. My brother was already away for the afternoon.
With my wife gone, I was finally able to seek a needed nap. I got one, but I was awake again and checking the time barely an hour after I had gone to bed, so I am still short on sleep.
I will be retiring quite early this evening ─ none of this midnight nonsense.
Last evening I almost had a chance to go to bed at 8:00 p.m., for shortly after 7:00 p.m. I had tuned in the premiere episode of Hap and Leonard for my brother and I to watch. He was enjoying it, but not five minutes into the episode one of his drinking buddies phoned and my weak-brained brother could not resist taking the call.
The other guy apparently had nothing better to do.
And so my witless brother was tied up on his cellphone all the way through the episode until after its conclusion, and obviously was not able to follow any of its events that were forming the foundation of the entire series.
I was so irritated by this ridiculous social weakness of his that I was all set to leave him with basic cable to watch and get myself to bed.
But as my ill luck would have it, just as I made the transition, turning off our Android TV Box and switching the T.V. over to basic cable, he decided to conclude the call. I honestly believe that he suspected what I was up to, and did not want to be left with basic cable to watch for the remainder of the eve.
And so my escape and early bedtime were foiled.
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