💀☠💀☠💀☠ Decay

It becomes both frustrating and aggravating that I put myself out to watch shows with my brother of an evening ─ as was the case last evening ─ only to have him pass out and back in, over and over again.

It started with the first show, an episode of Glitch ─ the second episode ("Am I in Hell?") of the very first season. He did manage to be conscious for more of it than he missed.

That was not the case with the second show, the premiere episode of SS-GB.

The episode was certainly interesting enough, but it was beyond his alcohol-damaged brain to comprehend. My major complaint about the episode, though, was that so many of the characters spoke almost as if whispering theatrically, and I found them largely or effectively inaudible.

Ahh! I had not realized this ─ the above was my personal opinion, but Wikipedia had this to say about that audio defect: 

The main criticisms were against the sound quality and the reportedly-inaudible dialogue for some viewers in the first episode, which the BBC offered to "look at" for future episodes.

So it was a valid experience, and not a fault of my own.

My brother did seem to remain conscious for the majority of the third show I tuned in: The Good Karma Hospital. This was the premiere episode of season or series four. We had been fans of the series for its first three seasons, and then drifted from it when it underwent an apparent three-year hiatus.

My brother then requested something short, so I tuned in an episode of Ghost. Alas, he was soon so bloody annoying snoring away with his head hung low on his chest that in disgust I turned everything off and headed on upstairs. However, the sudden silence roused him, and he tried to act as if he was involved in the show, almost expostulating over its discontinuance.

I merely stated the obvious: it was best the episode be saved for when he could actually manage to watch it.

It is not just his snoring that I find detestable. When he comes in from recurring bouts of unconsciousness, he too often only does so because of commencing to gag on his own slobber; so he erupts into choking fits that drown out the T.V.

But it does not prevent him from thereafter passing out again until he next chokes himself conscious.

Honestly, who needs this when trying to enjoy some T.V.?

Perhaps the evening's distasteful television experience was contributory, but I was to foully remain up here at my bedside computer until possibly beyond 4 a.m., and I am sorely concerned about myself for such ready weakness.

Note that my wife had come home directly from work last evening, I am happy to report. She didn't have to work today until the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time, so she did not head away on her fairly long drive until nigh 3:30 p.m.

She did not rise this morning until after my brother had left for the day unusually early.

I had risen around 9:40 a.m. at minimum, feeling abominable ─ far worse than the mere three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) would normally have me feeling. I blame the misconduct and inadequate sleep.

He and I only watched about half of a very good 1½-hour (1:27:49) documentary: COVIDLAND: The Mask.

Covidland: The Mask is the second episode in the riveting Infowars Original Series known as Covidland. This installment in the series documents the truth about face masks while drawing on expert interviews familiar with the regulatory codes for personal protective equipment (PPE) to examine the health impact that masks have on the youth.

The medical establishment has long known that surgical and cloth masks offer no protection from viruses and are fertile breeding grounds for harmful bacteria.

We must put an end to the barbaric practice of masking children. Kids are bearing the brunt of this foolish, unscientific practice as they are forced to wear masks all day long at school.

Covidland: The Mask is the activist episode that will open eyes and change minds forever on this issue of face masks.

There are other sources at Rumble if this link fails.

My brother had left early into the video to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, so I had paused the video for possibly as many as 20 minutes.

Then it was not even 11:30 a.m. when he announced that he was about to leave for the day to begin socializing. He excused himself from the video by disclaiming that it was "old news" and I need not save it ─ watch it here on my own.

Well, he was right ─ I need no convincing whatsoever to hereafter deny the wearing of face masks; and so I closed down the video and was soon to bed in search of a nap.

I never really did fall asleep, for whatever reason; and I was up again not too very long after 1 p.m. And so was my wife, busy downstairs in the kitchen.

She and I never much conversed. Once she enjoined that when I ate, I should concentrate on the green curry dish that she had brought home last evening. We never spoke with one another again until she announced that she was very quickly to be leaving for work.

Is it any wonder I feel so marginalized and alone in my bleak, pointless life?

Anyway, as of sunset or soon after I would be engaging a Sabbath fast, so I did fill up on a dish featuring her green curry. Then when she left us, I needed some drink and a Christmas movie, so here at my computer I tuned in 2017's A Royal Christmas Ball.

My source here at my computer (my eldest stepson had usurped the dining table downstairs to watch videos on his smartphone or tablet, putting the T.V. off limits, to my considerable irritation) was this link at MoviesJoy.mx.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt before having a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) that I then followed with another can of Cariboo Malt. I would have ingested more, but by then it had become dark and my fast officially underway.

I enjoyed the movie.

Nonetheless, I want to express that I feel considerable concern for beautiful husky-voiced lead actress Tara Reid's physique. The poor thing clearly does nothing by way of physical fitness. Her scrawny body is just skin and skeleton ─ she has no visible musculature.

And her posture ─ her skeleton ─ is deplorable. She is sunken and visibly hunches and sags ─ she is going to have major osteo issues when she becomes a senior, if symptoms are not already manifesting.

Her movie teen daughter ─ Haley Pullos ─ was cute and fun to watch; and the daughter's best friend as played by actress Kennedy Lea Slocum had amazingly big, beautiful eyes ─ I loved her expressions, too, for she mugged exceptionally, as did Haley Pullos.

Yes, the movie was formulaic, but I love my Christmas movies when enjoyed with alcohol. My eyes burned a lot, and my sinuses / nasal passages were well irrigated.

I needed the alcohol. I detest spending the sort of evening I had last night with my brother ─ it did nothing to make me want to stop having nighttime walks, and in doing so thereby spend more time each week watching evening T.V. with him.

I will not be watching anything with him tonight, and plan nothing until New Year's Eve (Sunday evening).

I just wish that I could have some more to drink ─ I might actually cheat on my Sabbath fast just to do that, but I will seek to resist.

Meantime, I tuned in an episode of The Flash on T.V. following my Christmas movie. The episode was number 16 ("P.O.W.") of season seven.

I am going to be relieved once I am done with Black Lightning, The Flash, and Supergirl ─ this bloody nonsense of LGBT identifiers being a massive and consequential percentage of the population is as preposterous as is the rot of not ever killing the most evil of villains.

Be bloody real, for Pete's sake!

Anyway, 8 p.m. has now passed, so I am going to cash out relatively early and not bother setting my cellphone alarm until ... I don't know ... maybe 4 a.m.? If I rise earlier, and am well rested and eager for a walk, then great! But I am so weary of ─ or feeling committed or obligated to be ─ getting up no later than 1:30 a.m. for my walks and finding that others are still not to bed.

I miss not living alone. In almost every way that matters, I AM alone. I do everything by myself that really matters to me ─ all of my physical activities; but even those are curbed because I am subject to everyone else's schedules who share my home.

I married to have a life's companion and most intimate friend. That has not been so in more than a dozen years. All I have now are responsibilities and massive financial debt ... and loneliness.

Enough blogging for today.