Trouble Every Day

Although my younger brother did arrive home last evening just ahead of the (secret) 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him ─ and he appeared tolerably sober as well ─ it was to almost disgust me that he just could not retain consciousness throughout the episode of Killing Eve that I tuned in via our Android TV Box.  

The series is one of his favourites among the current crop of series that we watch, and this specific episode of season four titled "Don't Get Eaten" featured a horrific murder scene that once again turned me aghast at the evilness of Jodie Comer's Villanelle after she had managed to start getting me to feel sympathetic to that character.

Jodie is so adept at doing this ─ luring me in and making me like her Villanelle; and then performing an especially repugnant murder that makes me feel only loathing for the character.

But my besotted brother never saw the scene.

There was a time when I used to cancel out of a show when he would pass out, concerned that he needed to maintain continuity. I would then have to rewatch the episode all over from the beginning. And there have been times when I needed to do this as many as three times because the sot could just not retain hold of consciousness.

No more. 

And even though I had considered watching an episode of one further series, this display of his mental inadequacy deterred me from following through. 

Since I had an early a.m. walk planned, when Killing Eve was done I bade him a goodnight and left him with whatever he might find for entertainment on the T.V.'s basic cable programming.

Earlier that evening I watched the remainder of a movie that his intolerant petulance at being unable to understand it, had caused me to cancel out of it this past Sunday evening ─ the movie was 2001's Trouble Every Day. I located a great source for it through the BeeTV app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

He had been bored with the film as well, but I was to find that it was to be far from boring. Nevertheless, it is certain that his befuddled and limited senses would never have fathomed the events depicted. He just does not have the depth when he drinks ─ too much of his brain is gone from heavy drinking over the course of his adult life.

There was much about the movie that made no sense. There was hardly any dialogue; there was no character development; and hardly anything about the plot was explained.

I have researched the movie, and there is no explanation for how oddly beautiful actress Béatrice Dalle's bloodthirsty character was able to gruesomely murder men by essentially cannibalizing them.

The extended murder scene in her home where a young man had broken in and then sought sex with the seductress particularly made this inexplicable. She was not a vampire ─ that is, she was not some undead woman with fangs and supernatural strength. Yet this young man ─ after initially revelling in her advances as she lay atop him ─ then just senselessly allowed her to start slowly devouring parts of his face while he piteously wailed and shreaked.

Why was he helpless to fight back? She was not a large woman. She was to in fact die when another character ─ Dr. Shane Brown ─ choked her to death when she seemed to want to eat his face as well. She proved helpless against his strength, being able to do nothing but gargle and choke as he sprawled atop her and took her life.

This senselessness of how other men just let her use her normal human teeth to slowly eat much of their faces, and probably tear at other parts of their bodies, defied logic. Even if she started to eat a man's lip during what had been passionate kissing, he mightn't initially be willing to tear her face away because his lip would go too; but once she had bitten it off, he would have been free to throw her off and wreak all of the violent vengeance upon her that her act would have inspired.

But to just lie there while she slowly enjoyed herself, biting off more and more of one's face and even tearing out one's tongue with those same teeth was incomprehensible ─ the normal reaction would be to rebel with a mad fury at the start of this atrocious insanity of hers.

Whatever her affliction was, it seemed to unleash a similar affliction being suffered by Dr. Shane Brown. The scene where he was to begin lovemaking with a willing hotel maid in some storage basement area, and then to start using his teeth to slowly bite her to death ─ beginning, apparently, with her vagina when he was supposed to be performing cunnilingus ─ was absolutely repellent. 

The maid was young and, I would adjudge, hard-working and innocent ─ and Dr. Shane Brown was a far larger man. She did try to fight him, unlike the male victims of the bloodlusting woman he had earlier choked to death. The maid's struggles were useless, though ─ she was a fairly slight woman unable to physically compete with the far larger Dr. Shane Brown.

I detest movies where the homicidal killer apparently gets away with his crime unscathed, and somehow that was to be the case with Dr. Shane Brown. This all took place in Paris, and at the movie's conclusion he and his wife are in a plane flying back to the States where they had come from. 

I wanted him dead for what he did, and might continue to do thereafter.

It was a sick movie that I would recommend to no one who did not have a perverse need to witness such disgusting acts as were portayed in this inexplicable and pointless movie. 

Anyway, I was to have my early a.m. walk. I must have gotten to bed reasonably soon after 10:30 p.m. and had my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. When it finally sounded, it definitely roused me; and I determinedly rose, but I felt sorely lacking in sleep. I had earlier found myself so awake at one point that out of curiosity I had checked the time around 1:08 a.m., concerned that I might have not set my alarm properly and it might have then been well past 2:30 a.m.

Obviously it took some time to be able to return to sleep after seeing that it was only 1:08 a.m. and much too early to be rising.

Even so, at 2:30 a.m. despite feeling dopey and wanting more sleep, by 2:45 a.m. I was on my way for a five-mile walk, taking a route different from any I had taken thus far these past few weeks on these late-night walks.

The rectangular boundaries of my Surrey walk had 132nd Street and Scott Road (120th Street) on one side, and 88th and 96th Avenues on the other ─ this Google Map shows the intersection of what would be the approximate centre of that rectangle.   

As is usual for me on my walks, I did not strictly follow the bounds of that rectangle, but I did walk for at least some distance each of the roads that comprised those four bounds.

Oddly, even though my previous walks have supposedly also been at least five miles, this one finished considerably earlier than most of them. I was back home and upstairs here to my computer by 4:30 a.m., so it was as much as 15 minutes shorter in duration than my walk this past Thursday a.m., for example. 

I do not much like walking these nights when the weather is so mild ─ there are too many street people abroad. Last night at times the temperature even seemed warm. Soon, the nights will be truly warm and aprowl with all manner of the homelesss, drug addicts, hookers, and general hooligans.

As much as I detest being abroad during the busy daytime, I am considering doing so once the school season is done in the early half of next month. There is nothing more stressful than being out on a walk on school days when the schools disgorge a flood of their students of all ages everywhere ─ I want nothing to do with anything like that. Schools will have to be entirely done for the school year before I will be out there during the work week. 

Anyway, I won't be repeating last night's route ─ I was too uncomfortable with it, and found an annoying amount of traffic on the side streets during the first half of my walk.

It was 5:15 a.m. by the time I returned to bed, and my eldest stepson had risen soon after I was home and left for work by maybe 5 a.m. He was likely not privy to me being up, for I had shut myself into my bedroom.

My actual morning commenced around 8:30 a.m.; and my brother emerged from his bedroom soon enough after that. I was here at my computer, which I keep in my bedroom, and remained here until 9 a.m. before going downstairs to have my day's first instant coffee.

When I joined my brother for some T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I tuned in a GeoEngineering Watch documentary on YouTube, and which was nearly two hours in duration: The Dimming, Full Length Climate Engineering Documentary. 

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The same video is also available on Bitchute ─ one source is here. 

Incidentally, even though the day has been overcast (geoengineering?), I had hoped to have some time to spend sitting out in the backyard this afternoon while I was home alone once my brother left for the afternoon for his daily 'socializing'. Unfortunately, I became embroiled in some research; and then my poor eyes were so worn out that I had to seek a restorative nap or this post would not have gotten done.

And now it is after 8 p.m., and I feel like I have done so damned little with my afternoon.

Honestly, I am considering quitting blogging. It cannot usurp more healthy expenditures of my time such as exercise or walking, nor even spending time experiencing the daylight in my own backyard ─ especially when I have the afternoon to myself.

Both of my stepsons were away to work; and my wife also had to work a full day, leaving here this morning on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant that employs her and which opens at 11 a.m.

Whatever direction I go, I have said enough for today. I will close with two fairly short videos that my wife made to Facebook today, entirely in Thai ─ apparently one of two shipments that she was expecting of health-related products from Thailand's The iCon Group arrived today: