💀☠💀☠💀☠ We Shall See

My younger brother was home, conscious, and watching T.V. when I got back following my five-mile+ evening walk yesterday. It may have been around 10:30 p.m., and because he was involved in a Liam Neeson movie at APTN, that feature remained in play for another hour before he released the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.

His movie was of course rather shredded for the sake of commercials, but research I have just done reveals it to have been 2019's Cold Pursuit.

As a result of the late start on the shows we watch in common, we were to only watch an episode of Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ April 1964's We Shall See.

Wikipedia's write-up is extremely misleading, leading people to believe that unbalanced wife Alva was murdered by bees early into the feature, and the movie was then a whodunnit.

Most of the movie was concerned with what an abominable witch the woman was, and my brother and I quickly were disgusted by the wretch. She deserved to die. But her death only came towards the conclusion of the movie ... and it was not by bees!

Yes, someone did unleash a swarm of them into her bedroom one night, but by then she had suicided by medications because she was just too miserable to live with herself any longer; so her scores of bee stings were meaningless. Thus, there was no investigation to uncover the culprit(s).

The revelation that she had suicided ─ as proven by a suicide note she had left ─ was partly a ploy to make the viewer feel guilty for wishing her ill because ... supposedly ... she just could not help her conduct, and hated herself for it.

Well, B.S. ─ my brother and I were perfectly capable of being happy with her demise. She was hateful and treated everyone hideously. She was a monster, and was far better off dead.

Note that my source for the nearly hour-long film was this link at OK.ru.

Thereafter we watched two or three random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Over the evening I had added two more cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) atop the one I drank before my walk, but that does not justify why I was to sit up here at my bedside computer and not get to bed until after 4:30 a.m.

That is my shame alone, and no blame or excusing can go to any alcohol in my system.

I was only to get about 3½ hours in bed, for latter morning T.V. with my brother held precedence.

When I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. and put our Android TV Box back to work, I led us off with ─ first ─ three short videos.

First at just 1½ minutes (1:32) and added today to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Chris Sky MASSIVE RISE in HIV Cases Worldwide 26-Feb-2024.

Second was an 8½-minute (8:36) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: Now Klaus Schwab's CRONIES want to take your dogs and cats | Redacted w Natali and Clayton Morris.

And third was a 4¾-minute (4:46) video added yesterday to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Israel Supporters Are Some Of The Worst People In The World.

The next video exceeded 1½ hours (1:38:00), and was uploaded yesterday to YouTube's ENDEVR channel: Inside Myanmar Military Dictatorship | How Hope was Shattered | ENDEVR Documentary.

The entire world praised the military and Aung San Suu Kyi, when power was passed on to the democracy icon after 50 years of military dictatorship. One year later she defended an ethnic cleansing and had isolated herself from the public. This film tells you why.

We finished up with an episode of Catterick. The episodes are not listed at that Wikipedia link, but we have been watching them at YouTube's Absolute Jokes channel, and this time it was episode two: Catterick | Series 1 Episode 2 | Absolute Jokes.

We're far from in love with the series. I'm thinking that its six-episode run will be more than adequate.

My brother had his bed rest following that sitcom, and I had my day's first meal and was still seated here at my computer when he emerged from his bedroom and soon enough left for the day to socialize.

Of course I required further sleep, so I did nap, albeit not all that long. I was never able to shake the profound self-disappointment.

Eventually I fell upon the notion that I needed the emotional release and alcohol of a Christmas movie; so early in the evening I tuned in 2017's Christmas on the Coast.

I only just now discovered that it has been available on YouTube since December 5 at this link, but one never knows how long anything like this will remain available.

I was not much interested in the heroine as portrayed by actress Julie Ann Emery, but the woman did eventually grow in appeal until the point arrived in which I know that I would have lost my heart to this wonderful being.

Even so, it was probably only within the final 15 minutes of the movie that my emotions began to truly fire up; and in the final five or so minutes, my tears flowed hot and copiously.

There is no question that I have seen the actress in the past, but she may as well have been unknown to me. Now, I hope that I can retain some recollection of her name.

I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt during the movie after having my supper first. The catharsis afforded by the alcohol and my reaction to the late stages of the movie did rid me of my oppressive depression to a huge degree.

I will be retiring relatively early this evening so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk. As of last evening, the weather has grown rather chilly due to relatively clear skies and a gusty wind from the north. We've been getting these chill gusts for at least 36 hours, and I find it annoying ─ twice for extended periods of time I have had to close my bedroom window because it became too uncomfortable to be sitting here in my bedroom.

Maybe my heavy depression did lift, but I am still decidedly unhappy. May tomorrow be a far better day.