Not only did I consume two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) last evening while watching an excellent Christmas movie, but I even had some red wine. I was definitely affected, and I knew it.
The movie was 2012's Hitched for the Holidays. Hallmark's website has a short preview of the movie that you can find here: Hitched for the Holidays.
I had noticed that Marilu Henner was featured as a secondary character, but hers was the only name that I recognized. Back in her Taxi years, I thought that she was absolutely gorgeous and excessively underexposed ─ she should have been in a whole lot more series and T.V. movies.
One thing that I did not initially care for concerning this movie was that the lead role seemed to be given to actor Joey Lawrence, whose character in the opening seemed to be a heel who entered into relationships with women just for the sex and not the personal involvement and commitment.
I see that the actor has quite a large string of credits at Wikipedia, but I honestly do not know his name, nor can I say that I recognize him from anything I have ever seen.
As the movie's opening credits rolled, I seized upon the name of his co-star, Emily Hampshire, for I wanted to try and remember it if I liked what I saw from her.
Her character was the daughter of Marilu Henner's character, as it turned out.
It took me several minutes of watching cutie-pie Emily before it suddenly dawned upon me just who she was ─ and I adore her! I loved her for her two kooky roles in 12 Monkeys and Schitt's Creek, and have been wishing that she was in a current T.V. series.
What caught my attention about her in this movie was how trim she was compared to her appearance in the two T.V. series that were to begin airing three years later ─ she became a bit ... well, hippy. That is, she became a tad heavy in the thighs and maybe the hips. Here in the movie, she was pretty much leading lady material.
Yes, I thought the movie was excellent, as I wrote earlier ─ and I was almost ebullient when I realized who actress Emily Hampshire was once the movie got going. I think that I even gave thanks to God ─ I like her that much. I will definitely be re-watching it around Christmastime if my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here to spend a couple of days with us.
Unfortunately I did not get to watch all of the closing credits, for that was when I noticed my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had gone in the latter afternoon to do some drinking.
What was doubly unfortunate was that I had not yet had a meal today, and it was looking as if I might have to retire without one ─ but it was only around 7:30 p.m. I had come upstairs here to my computer to kill some time before seeking to nap away the latter evening when my brother came up and asked if i wanted to watch something ─ i.e., put our Android TV Box into action (he doesnt know how to operate it).
He didn't seem too inebriated, so I decided to risk it. But first, I quickly gathered up the components of what was to be my supper.
I was to watch two shows with him ─ an episode each of Riverdale (season two's episode five "Chapter Eighteen: When a Stranger Calls") and The Conners (season three's episode two "Halloween and The Election vs. The Pandemic").
I absolutely must say that the episode of The Conners disgusted both of us ─ the episode was written as if face-masking is the right thing to do to halt the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic, when this is the most utter nonsense; and those of us who know that face masks do not work in the least to prevent infection were referred to as "those people" who are worthy of contempt.
I hope the damned series crashes for this. To use it to promote such insidious propaganda is unforgivable.
The episode took us to just about 9 p.m., so I took leave of my brother and bade him goodnight, betaking myself to bed.
I did get to sleep, but I suppose some hangover was soon in effect, and I was awake when I believed that I had heard my brother come upstairs to his bedroom and shut himself up in it for the night. It was not much after 11:30 p.m.
And so I rose ─ I wanted to put some work into the post I have in progress at one of my two hosted websites, and to also embark upon my final hourly protocol of three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS).
Where that latter was concerned, I hoped to get in six doses before finally returning to bed just ahead of 5 a.m.
My eldest stepson was still up ─ he has an afternoon shift this week, so he was sitting up to probably watch a movie on his laptop.
I don't think that I mentioned here about learning from him a day or two ago that he has gotten 'vaccinated' ─ the weakling did so just so that he could return to the gym for his workouts, something only people with a so-called "vaccine passport" are now allowed access into here in B.C.
So he sold his freedom and rights just for something as feeble as that.
And now my brother and I are the only two members of this household of five who are steadfastly remaining pure.
My wife presumably has been 'vaccinated' in order to keep her part-time Thai restaurant job; and my youngest stepson ─ according to his older brother ─ got 'vaccinated' because it has been mandated across Canada for all bank employees (which he is).
So those two did it to retain their employment.
But my eldest stepson had told me that his employer was not going to make 'vaccinations' mandatory. No; he surrendered his freedom without any kind of struggle simply for a damned gym membership.
I am going to leave this topic for today.
As I sat up overnight working here at my computer, my poor sleep and that touch of hangover conspired such that I began to believe that I would have to return to bed after my fifth MMS dose ─ I could not see myself remaining up that extra hour.
But I did.
And now I am free to just have a single daily dose of six drops of MMS. I will try that for three weeks and see what comes of it. Thus far, taking from five to as many as eight hourly doses daily for three weeks has not resulted in any benefits that I can certainly lay claim to.
I got some further sleep after returning to bed, and was awake enough to be checking the time later just after 9 a.m., but I remained in bed for maybe a further 20 minutes before rising to come here to my computer. My brother was downstairs watching T.V.
Darned if I can remember what the short video was that I first watched with him when I joined him after 10 a.m. and again put our Android TV Box into action, but after it I tuned in one from the end of August titled Drought, Famine & Vax = Depopulation - Steve Quayle.
I don't know who Steve Quayle is ─ nor the video host Greg Hunter; but any American living in the Western half of the U.S. ought to check out the 57-minute interview. According to Steve Quayle, his "sources" have told him that by November, already reduced water reservoirs are going to be so impossibly depleted that the catastrophe will become starkly apparent to the people living in these affected parts of the country.
Yes, it is "weather warfare" at work, he says; and the purpose is both to assist in the depletion of humanity (that is also the primary purpose of the 'vaccines'), and to also drive populations out of the West by making the region unlivable.
The only other show we were to watch was an episode of The Flash ─ season five's episode 18 titled "Godspeed".
After it was done, my brother sought some bed rest, and I soon also returned to bed for a nap.
When I rose, it was to find that he was outside raking or sweeping up small leaves that had collected around the streetside and sidewalk perimeter of our front yard ─ a series of large trees spaced around the cul-de-sac we live in sheds vast amounts of these tiny leaves each Fall.
I took these three photos of him at work at approximately 2:48 / 2:49 p.m., while I was looking out through our living room window:
This past Friday afternoon between 2:34 - 2:36 p.m., I took three other photos of that small plot of garden in our front yard, specifically to capture the bee-loving Michaelmas asters (or daisies) thickly growing in it:
I intend to thin out that clump of asters after the Winter freeze that is ahead, for they are beginning to take over that garden plot. There are a couple of other places where I can make transplants and just let them spread as they may desire.
When my brother was done with that leaf clean-up, I expected him to head away for the afternoon. However, he did not do so until maybe around 4 p.m. or even later.
Now that he cannot drink in pubs and bars locally because he is not 'vaccinated', I think that he likely just goes and visits his girlfriend Bev for a few hours and then comes home ─ too early in the evening for my liking, I must say.
And since my evening has already begun, I am going to bring this post to a close so that I can have a beer and watch something on T.V. before he gets back.
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