To my near dismay, my younger brother showed up last evening around 7 p.m. This almost exclusively occurs when he has become exceptionally drunk and is no longer able to conduct himself wherever it was that he had ended up.
I had plans to visit the nearest government liquor store about two miles away, so I was not going to allow his presence to thwart that endeavour. As yet I had not readied to leave, even though the store closes at 9 p.m. and would take the better part of an hour to get there.
I would be withdrawing $200 from my account along the way.
My brother had tuned in an NFL game on T.V. By the time I was fully readied and set to go, it was around 7:44 p.m. and I was cutting it closer than I was comfortable about. Nonetheless, I had to go, for I had skipped my latter afternoon exercises in favour of this outing; nor was I interested in forsaking the outing and having to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks ─ I was instead keen of some beers and T.V. later in the evening, and not going to bed early.
All set to go, I looked downstairs and saw that my brother was quite likely unconscious in his comfort chair. This was ideal, so I quietly came downstairs and was able to access the front door and leave without him seeing me.
Once away, I soon had it reinforced why I despise walking around here anytime but during the wee a.m. ─ clumps of primarily south Asian people were abroad on the sidewalks, quite apart from the heavy street traffic. I kept having to step off the sidewalk because so few of them give much way. At one point I found myself muttering aloud because one young ass nearest me seemed to practically dare me to bump into him as he and his comrades hogged the sidewalk.
I am less than a week now before experiencing my 74th birthday. Sure, I may not appear to be a 73-year-old when I am encountered out there in the dark, but I am; and I have that surging fury that courses when shown this sort of disrespect from anybody who is clearly half my age or younger. And the south Asians hereabouts ─ who have become the major ethnic group ─ have either an unduly large oblivious population unable to exercise their spatial awareness, or else they are just damned rude and discourteously refuse to give ground to a lone White man.
Clearly, from their youth they were improperly raised, and pandered to by the adults around them.
Anyway, I made the withdrawal and got to the liquor store in time, and now have the major part of what will be my brother's Christmas gift ─ a 1.75-litre bottle of Proper No. Twelve Irish Whiskey.
I also bought a half dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I drink.
The total bill came to $94.98. But since Canada no longer uses pennies as valid currency, I had to give up $95 even.
Even so, I was given a bright orange Vizzy cooler bag that's still in its plastic wrap. The bag has a pair of straps, so I suppose maybe it can be used like a back pack. But the fabric is lightweight and looks to me to be porous ─ that is, a tight-woven mesh that would allow water to freely pass through it.
That's just my guesswork ─ I haven't opened the sealed plastic wrap.
I might save it for my youngest stepson ─ another partial Christmas gift, perhaps.
As for the whiskey, I did not realize when I bought it that it is associated with MMA fighter Conor McGregor ─ this is one website.
I came across one fairly poor review, Notwithstanding, the liquor store five-star ratings guide gave it a "3" from 51 ratings. By comparison, I had considered buying a smaller (1.14-litre) bottle of Chivas Regal 12 Year Old Scotch that cost more, but it was given a "2.9" from 81 ratings.
My brother's preferred hard liquor is Scotch, but I know that he appreciates any liquor from the British Isles.
Time ran way from me earlier ─ my afternoon had almost elapsed, and sunset was not that far off (supposedly 6:40 p.m. hereabouts). I would be commencing a Sabbath fast, and if I desired some supper ─ and a couple of cans of malt, along with a Christmas movie ─ I was going to have to not only break from this post, but also abandon my intended exercise session.
So I did.
I will report on the movie tomorrow, however. For now, I am going to return to my earlier narrative.
After I got home from my shopping excursion last evening, my brother was conscious and watching what proved to be the nearing finish to the first half of an old episode of Northern Exposure. So it was nearly 9:30 p.m.
I watched it with him, and then I put our Android TV Box to work, a device he does not understand how to operate.
At his suggestion, we tuned in the movie we had broken from early into the noon hour that morning ─ I had recorded it onto a flash or thumb drive. It was 1994's Fatherland.
It was unquestionably interesting, but in light of what the enlightened among us now understand, it was somewhat dated and had no shock value any longer. Not for the viewer, anyway ─ the shock value came of watching the reactions of the characters to the holocaust reality that is so 'old news' now.
I correctly anticipated what the fate was likely going to be for Rutger Hauer's character. And I see now that the handsome actor died in July 2019 at the age of 75 ─ if I ever knew of his death, I had forgotten about it.
Miranda Richardson was his co-star. She wasn't glamorized and did not initially much appeal to me, But I was able to develop a realization that her character as presented would have probably soon attracted me.
I was going to provide some links to the movie, but I see that it is easily enough found on YouTube at present.
Most people should still enjoy the movie if they give it a chance.
I next tuned in an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show via the Cinema app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. Specifically, we watched season or series 20's episode three. It never had any guests familiar to me, but it was still quite fun. Maya Juma sure looked good and was well-spoken; and singer Niall Horan was a far better entertainer than I expected he would be.
Believe it or not, I even tuned in an episode of American Ninja Warrior ─ the season premiere of the current season 15. It was long ─ I would not be surprised if it ran for two hours.
I managed to hold myself to just two cans of malt throughout, but that was because I had not eaten any supper. My wife arrived home early into the latter show, and brought home even more food from the Thai restaurant where she worked the day. As a result, I glutted rather heavily.
My brother and I even watched a women's MMA match on YouTube ─ and it was truly exciting. Originally held on September 30, 2022, the video was 25 minutes (24:56) even without any introduction or breaks between the five five-minute rounds: Epic Women’s MMA Trilogy 🤯 Xiong vs. Lee III Was Madness.
As much as I like Angela Lee, there is something undeniably impressive about Xiong Jing Nan and her style. I suppose that I would concede that Angela lost simply because she did not achieve a clear victory over the Chinese champion; but also, Angela got decked more than once, yet never managed anything similar to Xiong.
As Wikipedia says of Angela, just five days ago the fighter announced her retirement.
I have to get to bed ─ it is 9:45 p.m., and I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk.
But I must mention a couple of videos my brother and I watched this morning ─ both were uploaded yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel, and were around an hour long apiece.
The first one had been recorded a few days earlier: FLFE is HUGE Game Changer for Mankind.
I backed out of the video after 15 minutes; but while working on this post, I let the remainder play out here at my computer.
Guests: Jeffrey Stegman and Clayten Stedmann
FLFE is a groundbreaking quantum technology service that supports us to thrive in today’s world.
https://www.flfe.net
Jeffrey & Clayten invite you to experience our 15-day no-credit-card Free Trial -- https://www.flfe.net/free-gift/
Research: https://www.flfe.net/evidence/
Christopher James Pritchard seems to be gullible for anything that relates to alternative healing, and this stuff smacks so much of 'New Age' nonsense that I am disappointed in him. If there is the God of the Bible, then this blather about "consciousness" is something else entirely. The Bible does not speak of anything of the sort.
I am also not impressed by how dozily 'laid back' the two guests were ─ I found them to be annoying. Maybe there is more to them than I am seeing, but I can't imagine spending much time around either of them.
Also, I have been taking the Master Peace supplement since September 26 that Christopher spoke of taking, and I have yet to detect even a remote change in anything about me. Not even the "vivid dreams" Christopher claimed. Honestly, I think that he is too suggestible and is prey to placebo effects ─ someone who could likely easily be hypnotized.
A therapy that truly works should be effective whether or not the recipient of it believes in it. If 'wishful thinking' or 'positive thoughts' are required, then it is those that are key ─ not the useless therapy / supplement.
I will continue taking the Master Peace supplement for the full two months that my supply is supposed to be good for, but I fully intend to provide a negative review if I feel no different than I do now.
And at that point I will probably give up on A Warrior Calls videos and Christopher James Pritchard.
The second video that my brother and I did fully watch together was We Fight for Mankind Solution Given Worldwide. It was his usual format.
I must quit this post and get to bed.
No comments:
Post a Comment