My Christmas movie choice early last evening was 2011's A Christmas Kiss ─ and it was a winner. Sufficiently so, anyway, that I will add it to the select few that I intend to re-watch when my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here tomorrow afternoon for a couple days and nights to share in the Christmas experience with us.
The main character was played by actress Elisabeth Röhm who has quite an extensive list of acting credits, yet I find myself unfamiliar with her despite realizing that I must have seen her a number of times previously.
She sure was cute in the role.
What now surprises me is that the actress who played her boss and romantic competitor was Laura Breckenridge ─ someone else I am unfamiliar with. What surprises me is that Laura Breckenridge looked to be Elizabeth Röhm's somewhat elder, yet I see now in Wikipedia that Laura Breckenridge is actually almost a decade younger than little Elizabeth Röhm.
I had watched the entire movie thinking that Laura Breckenridge played the hot ghostly maid in the very first season of American Horror Story, but I see now that the actress in "Murder House" was Alexandra Breckenridge.
I wondered why she didn't have the appeal to me in A Christmas Kiss that she certainly did in American Horror Story ─ it was not her at all.
Of course, the actor (Brendan Fehr) having the lead male role in the movie was very familiar to me ─ I was a huge fan of the T.V. series Roswell.
The actress portraying one of Elisabeth Röhm's character's two close friends became unexpectedly attractive to me ─ initially, actress Laura Spencer seemed a little too gangly and perhaps even plain for my tastes, but she won me right over with her adorable antics. She first got me with her tease of her friend's romantic timidity by doing an impression of the 'chicken dance' while seated in a café or similar eatery; and then a second time she simply waggled her eyebrows, and that was enough for me. I figuratively fell in love with her!
And she is cute ─ here's a photo of her:
It will be a pleasure to re-watch this movie tomorrow or on Christmas Day.
Over the course of the movie I drank a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer and had two stiff shots of golden or amber rum. I had my concerns over possible repercussions when I retired fairly early that evening, for I wanted to be able to get up ─ preferably in the midnight hour ─ to do some work here at my computer.
I admit feeling somewhat 'snapped' or 'looped' by the time I went to bed, but I seemed to manage to find sleep in due course. However, by 11 p.m. I was awake again and in need of use of the toilet to micturate.
My brother had gotten home before I retired for the night, but I had avoided him. He usually heads on up to his bedroom for the night around midnight, so that was what I was anticipating. I would rise soon thereafter.
But I could not get back to sleep. I refrained from monitoring the time until eventually I had to check again ─ it was something like 12:18 a.m., and still the T.V. was on downstairs. Was my brother passed out?
A peek revealed him to be reclined with his head drooped low onto his chest ─ he was done.
I hadn't brushed my teeth (a lengthy process of 15 - 20 minutes involving coconut oil), so I ensured that I spent a full 20 minutes doing that in my darkened bedroom, expectorating the oil into a waste bucket.
Then I decided to just come here to my computer, which I keep in a small room immediately adjacent to my bedroom. I would pull the door almost closed, and my brother would not realize that it was me in the room when he came upstairs to go to bed, for my wife often spends some of her evenings in here when she's home. He would just think that she was home ─ he would be too inebriated to remember anything earlier.
He never roused and finally came upstairs until just about 1 a.m., first bidding goodnight to my eldest stepson who was still up.
And sure enough, he passed right by this room without any suspicion that it was not my wife who was herein.
I was to remain up until possibly near 5 a.m. before going back to bed, putting on my bandana blindfold to help ensure that I did not become adversely affected by the breaking of early day. And then I sought to fall asleep.
However, maybe five minutes later as I lay with eyes closed, there began to develop a phantom illumination that grew more and more brilliantly bright like some great star-bright light. I was going to say a white light, but that is an actual colour. Rather, the light was a silvery incandescence like the brilliant light of stars in deepest night.
But one of my eyes ─ the very poor right one ─ seemed to be in physical distress. It was a most disturbing sensation.
Growing alarmed, I lifted my blindfold and began blinking hardly and rapidly, and even rolling my eyes about. There was indeed something dreadfully amiss with the eye.
I found there to be a great shadow overtop the upper field of my vision that extended downward centrally, and it was impossible to see anything through it.
Had I somehow had a partial optical failure and was now fully blind in that region of my right eye's vision?
Believe me, I implored to God that it was not to be so. Since my young adulthood, I had always prayed that whatever was to become of me, He was to at least ensure that I always retained my eyesight in both eyes, and also my teeth.
If ever I was to die ─ even violently ─ let me do so intact.
I exercised my eyes for a while, and then decided that all I could do was to try and relax into sleep and hope for a correction of whatever had stricken me.
Thankfully, when I did sleep and later was awake around 8:30 a.m., everything seemed back to normal.
For perhaps the past 16 to 17 years, I have been prey to migraine auras. Possibly this was some manifestation of another such attack, but I just don't know. I have never experienced the symptoms like this before, nor did I find myself with the usual vague headache an aura usually leaves me with for a day or two.
And why strike when I was in bed seeking sleep? My eyes should have then been at rest ─ not under any strain to warrant the onset of an aura.
I still find it concerning.
But let's move on with today.
I was to watch some T.V. with my brother beginning around 10 a.m. ─ as usual, via our Android TV Box. I started things off with the latest video by Odessa and Norb Orlewicz of LibertyTalkCanada. And I see that there is already a new one there ─ we'll have to watch that one tomorrow morning.
Something else of note that we watched was the series finale of Banshee ─ that was truly a fabulous series, and one not easily replaced.
I wish we could have gotten to see the aftermath of Kai Proctor's lonely shootout with the six cartel killers who had come to exterminate him.
And when next my brother and I resume watching The 100, I am going to have an entirely new appreciation of actress Ivana Miličević, for I recognized her from that series as the leader of a shipload of prison inmates that had landed on post-Apocalyptic Earth.
Banshee certainly has some extremely good actors and actresses!
I doubt that we'll try to watch Banshee Origins, since we already know how the series ends, as well as a lot of the characters' backgrounds. Besides, the episodes are too short ─ probably ranging from maybe five minutes to 10 or so minutes. I remember trying to watch some other series' webinar episodes ─ a failed planned spin-off of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. They just weren't worth the bother. They were far too condensed.
I am typing this now after 9 p.m., and I have watched another Christmas movie, but I only had one can of strong beer. I won't report on the movie in this post, but I will say that it was a disappointment and will definitely not be one I ever plan to re-watch.
My brother went away this afternoon afoot to catch a bus so he could ultimately rendezvous at a pub with one or more of his drinking buddies. I knew that he would not be home before 9 p.m., so that is why I am still working on this post.
However, there is no sense tempting fate ─ he could arrive back at any moment. And since I am actually rather tired, I am going to call it a night and get myself to bed.
Christmas Eve tomorrow!
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