There really are idiots who reason like this!
After my brother arrived home last evening ─ possibly as early as 8:40 p.m., but certainly before 9 p.m. ─ I put our Android TV Box into action and we watched an episode of The Innocents. This was the third episode, and I actually figured out how to activate closed captioning (I was using the Bee TV app).
For the first time, I was able to read what the two seemingly villainous Norwegian characters were saying to one another. However, the subtitling is rather small ─ I am curious if there is an option allowing enlargement of the text.
My brother fast passed out into the episode and remained unconscious through to its conclusion, and on while I spent quite a number of minutes seeking to locate a good source for the 2017 movie Daddy's Home 2.
We had watched Daddy's Home a few weeks ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I had no idea until the sequel movie was playing that it was actually a Christmas comedy movie. I considered this a major bonus!
My brother had snored all the while that I was seeking a good source for the movie, and it was becoming rather disgusting. I even had to wait for the idiot to finally gag himself conscious before I started playing the movie.
Fortunately, he was to remain conscious for the remainder of the evening.
We both enjoyed the movie tremendously. In fact, I am wondering if he might request we re-watch it during the Christmas period if his girlfriend Bev comes here to stay for a couple of days as she has usually done during recent years. I would like that.
Our night's entertainment ended with an episode of The Man in the High Castle ─ this time it was episode seven "Land O' Smiles" of season two that we watched.
I very much enjoy actress Alex Davalos in this series. Consequently, when I first learned that she was to join the cast of FBI: Most Wanted (which I watch), I was delighted and eager to see her.
I have been disappointed. Her character thus far has no personality. The FBI members are rarely seen as weak; and when it does happen, they quickly enough master the situation like the heroic superhero figures they are portrayed as. And thus far, her character has only been a personalityless near-automaton impervious to visible human weakness ─ I am not enjoying the actress in the least.
When my brother and I got together this morning to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box, we were to not even get halfway through the video that I selected for us ─ the 6½-hour (6:32:13) documentary on BitChute titled Adolph Hitler: The Greatest Story Never Told.
Website IMDb here lists the documentary as being five hours and 50 minutes ─ which is almost 45 minutes shorter than what we are involved in watching.
My brother and I broke off after watching part nine, but according to website Sens Critique here, there are 27 parts or episodes in total.
We will continue tomorrow from where we left off.
My brother sought some bed rest, and was gone for the day when I finished having my early afternoon nap. The morning had started off overcast, but the day became sunny, so after my nap I put in over 70 minutes sitting out in the backyard sunshine while wearing just cutoffs.
Frankly, I am becoming extremely bored with my routine, and the two wee hysterical canine deformities beyond our backyard fence had me in a raging fury ─ they will not bloody shut up! An asteroid needs to obliterate that entire property ─ those beasts and their larger brown hound companion have aggravated me for far too many years.
I hate feeling so damned upset ─ it aggravates my desire for my own oblivion.
I have an early 5½-or-so-mile walk scheduled for the early a.m. that will require me to be rising at 2 a.m., so I will not be awaiting my brother's arrival home this evening to be watching any T.V. with him.
My wife texted me yesterday and said that she would be home after her full day today working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I will probably be abed before she gets here. We have separate bedrooms, so we will not be talking.
She usually works a full day on Tuesdays as well. If that holds, then she is unlikely to be getting up tomorrow until around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying for her long day and the fairly long drive to get to the restaurant which opens at 11 a.m.
In other words, not much opportunity for chatter tomorrow morning, either.
I feel that I have said enough for today's post. I may try to cram in a Christmas movie before my bedtime.
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