Behind Us, a Cliff

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Following the publication of yesterday's post, I plunged into depravity.

Consequently, I got started watching T.V. a little later than usual as I awaited my younger bother's homecoming from his daily socializing; he showed up when I still had 10 - 15 minutes left of the episode of The Rookie that I was enjoying (season five's episode 10, "The List").

I finished watching it anyway.

I must say, he was 'stupid drunk'. Apart from him truly bloating out with flab, I have no idea how he keeps getting away with drinking like this on a daily basis at his age of 70.

Anyway, I next tuned in an episode of Black Lightning (it was season three's episode three, "The Book of Occupation: Chapter Three: Agent Odell's Pipe-Dream").

My brother was unconscious for much of the show. He hardly ever opened his eyes for the next show, either ─ an episode of the old British series Z-Cars, a few episodes of which can be found on YouTube. This particular episode actually comprised two short June 1967 episodes, and even then was only 26 minutes in duration: "I Never Meant To Drop Him".

After that, it was an episode of another fairly old, two-season, British T.V. series, Shoestring, all episodes of which are available at YouTube's Worzle TDB's Classic TV channel here. Last evening it was time for season (or series) two's episode six, "Utmost Good Faith".

My brother lapsed into unconsciousness several times over the course of the episode.

At 11:30 p.m. he was set to just watch a sitcom, but I had other plans ─ I wanted to watch the second episode of the superb series 1883 ("Behind Us, a Cliff").

I am absolutely adoring young actress Isabel May, who is playing a 17-year-old, and who has such a realistic nervous girlish laugh when she feels delightedly embarrassed, as from a young man's blandishments. She reminds me a lot of Shailene Woodley when she acted in the Divergent movies (and earlier).

My brother had unthinkingly failed to come home with a resupply of beer, so once he had swilled his final can, he resorted to Scotch when this episode was started. He clearly paid for the folly this morning.

When he and I got together for some videos just after 9 a.m., I again put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with a livestream of earlier this morning to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel, and which was a little over an hour long (1:04:24): The Great Awakening With Mikki Willis + Judy Mikovits, Ph.D.

The world is waking up — will we let the powers that be infiltrate and divide? Filmmaker Mikki Willis recognizes that this corruption of movements and destruction of unity has historical precedence. He joins ‘Good Morning CHD’ to expose these corrupt efforts. Also, watch a related interview with Judy Mikovits, Ph.D. in this CHD.TV episode!

The sole other video tuned in was added to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel five days ago, and was almost 1¾-hours (1:43:31): The Great Extinction. Max Igan is off on some things, but he always has an interesting show.

This second video carried over into the noon hour, but my brother knocked off at 12 p.m. in favour of some very little bed rest before he hustled away to once again engage in his daily socializing.

I had my early afternoon nap, and could even have sunned this afternoon. However, I have plans to try and get away at 8 p.m. on a five-mile walk that will see me do some grocery shopping on the return. With that in mind, I needed to ensure that I got my blogging done ─ so no sunning. As well, I will want to rest a spell before setting off.

I am feeling much ire at both my drunken brother and my eldest stepson for availing themselves of my hard-gotten Dairyland whipping cream. My brother only ever buys the vastly diluted 10% butter fat Creamo garbage for his coffee, whereas my stepson makes use of that as well but never buys any himself.

However, the damned Creamo ran out early yesterday, and apparently my brother was too stupid drunk last evening to shop for beer or his watered-down cream.

Meantime, the already-opened carton I was using ─ I had an unopened spare litre ─ was ignored by my stepson. He dug out the unopened carton that I had secreted away into the bottom back of the fridge, and opened that for his use. He is evidently too princely to have to be expected to help himself to an already-opened carton ─ only the best for him!

Not that he has ever bought a litre of whipping cream ─ he is just a user.

It is not that I am selfish. What really ires me is that I have to walk to buy my whipping cream ─ I do not drive. The nearest store that I commonly shop at is about a mile from here. Yet how many bloody different stores do both my brother and my stepson drive past every single day?

So yeah ─ I am pissed right off.

Will my brother retain enough wit to do any shopping this evening beyond just beer?

Who the 'eff' knows ─ I sure don't. I know my stepson sure won't buy any cream ─ not while my choice quality cream is available.