It was 7:58 p.m. last evening once I was on my five-mile walk that would see me doing some grocery shopping on the return leg of that walk, Save-On-Foods being nigh a mile from home.
Earlier rain had long stopped, and all was dry.
I very much dislike leaving home this early ─ it was still not quite dark. And there is far too much traffic out there ─ vehicular and pedestrian. I especially hate encountering dag-walkers, but none came near enough to cause discomfort.
There is nothing about the outing worth mentioning, so I will only say that I was back home a couple or so minutes past 10 p.m. My younger brother was passed out in front of the T.V.
I put away my purchases after dressing down in my bedroom, and then I took over the T.V., using our Android TV Box to play a women's MMA bout. This woke my brother, who glanced left and right as if unsure where he was.
After the bout, I played an episode of Chicago Fire. During it, I noticed that my brother was unable to retain consciousness throughout, his brain too feeble to withstand the effects of the beer he kept swilling.
This programme was then followed by an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ YouTube seems to have all of the 2023 episodes available, although this episode 16 omitted the musical entertainment by a British singer (unknown to me) named Mimi Webb.
We capped the night with an episode of Inside No. 9. Unfortunately, it was the season premiere of season (or series) six, and was absolutely dreadful. My brother continued to lapse into unconsciousness between wolfing down beers, and at the show's conclusion ultimated that he never wanted to watch another episode of the series.
After we had called it a night, I managed to occupy myself here at my computer until a little after 1:30 a.m. I suppose that between my late bedtime and that earlier walk, I never roused this morning and checked the time until just after 8:50 a.m.
Fully expecting to find my brother downstairs watching T.V., I hustled up ... and found that he had yet to emerge from his bedroom. His numerous beers were punishing him.
When he eventually did come downstairs around 9:15 a.m., I was watching another women's MMA bout on YouTube.
When it was done, I tuned in an hour-long video from yesterday livestreamed to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Budweiser Sold YOU out for Trans! Hemorrhaging Sales, Desperately Backpedals. DJT in Bed with them?
DeAnna first goes over Hottest Headlines of the day, delving deeper into the Budweiser Transgender fiasco and how they're desperately trying to win back their base with a new "Americana" ad campaign. Also, is Trump Jr getting paid off by them to simp for them? DeAnna is then joined by Odessa Orlewicz, Host of Liberty Talk Canada to talk about the latest insanity with Drag Queen kids, and a new United Nation report calling to decriminalize sex between adults and children!
Then it was over to BitChute for a half hour episode uploaded yesterday to The Corbett Report: Your Guide to 5th-Generation Warfare.
TRANSCRIPT AND SOURCE: https://www.corbettreport.com/5thgen/
We are in the middle of a world-changing war. This is no ordinary war, however. Most of the victims of this warfare aren't even able to identify it as war, nor do they understand that they are combatants in it. It's called fifth-generation warfare, and I'm here to tell you all about it. . . .
We finished our viewing with the remaining half or so of the downloaded video I mentioned yesterday but did not identify: Shakespeare in Italy │ Land of Love.
It is actually the first (at 59 minutes) episode of a two-part series, the second being Shakespeare in Italy │Land of Fortune (58 minutes).
Unfortunately, I am unable now to easily find any working sources for either video, so I am not going to report on the series further.
We finished watching T.V. with an eight-minute addition to Rumble's The Why Files that had been uploaded back on August 29, 2022: Who are The Dark Watchers? Don't stare too long.
The Dark Watchers: Silent Guardians of the Pines
The Santa Lucia mountain range runs from Monterey and down the coast of California.
For hundreds of years, stories have been told about entities that keep watch over the mountains. Sometimes seen out of the corner of the eye, always from a distance. Stare too long and they vanish.
If you're ever hiking the wilderness of Big Sur and feel like you're being watched?
It's because you are.
Here is Wikipedia's take on them: Dark Watchers.
My gosh, it is nearly 8 p.m., and my thumb joints are sore enough, so I am quitting blogging for today.
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