Second Chance

Following last evening's 5.625-mile round trip hike for some light grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ─ and I had bought my eldest stepson a funny birthday card that I left him, slid under his door, for he had retired for the night before I was back home ─ my younger brother was home watching T.V.

It might have been at least 11:30 p.m. by then.

I dressed down in my bedroom, and then soon enough joined him, two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) in hand. He was watching a documentary on the Battle of the Bulge.

I see now that it was part of a documentary series called World War II: Secrets from Above.

This season one's third episode ended, and then at midnight began the fifth episode dealing with Dunkirk.

Early into it my brother asked if I had anything interesting to watch ─ i.e., via the means of our Android TV Box, for there are 20 or more T.V. series that we follow in common. We only watch our shows three evenings a week normally, and my brother was wasting away this one with World War II documentaries, so I had been growing miffed because I will not waste my beer except in drinking to enhance shows that I am watching ─ in other words, I had still not opened one of the two cans. I had earlier drunk two cans prior to my walk, but the effects of those was well fading.

So my response to him was that I had nothing more interesting than the usual to tune in, and he evidently concluded that I had meant that I only wanted to watch these documentaries.

Thus it played on, and I was not invited to activate our Android TV Box. I meantime had a light meal and then brushed my teeth. Each episode was rife with commercial breaks extending the episodes to an hour apiece of airtime.

When at 1 a.m. he began watching the second season premier episode on the Battle of Britain, I nonchalantly collected up my two beers and came upstairs here to my computer. I do not sit up late just to keep my brother company ─ I wanted at least one further beer before I retired for the night.

Using my computer, I located a source for The Guardian, one of the series I watch on my own. Specifically, I tuned in the first season's episode five ("The Men from the Boys") and began watching that with my bedroom door just partially closed. I typically stand behind my computer chair with my back to the door, and the light off.

My brother anon realized I was not returning, so when next he went for a pee, he asked if I had seen enough of the documentaries, and I of course answered imply, "Yeah." So when he went back downstairs, he turned off the T.V. and came upstairs, bidding me a goodnight.

I was able to extend the can of beer sufficiently that I never bothered to open the second one, despite still feeling annoyed about not being able to watch one of the other series my brother and I watch in common. I would have had the second can then.

This episode of The Guardian did not appeal much to me. As well, I am not a fan of guest star Aaron Paul, who too convincingly played a 16-year-old "cocky gay prostitute" ─ as a minor, the character was always being involved with social services.

I lacked sympathy for the supposed teen because he was quite disgusting ─ his parents wanted nothing to do with the person he had become. That's all I'll say.

I guess the episode made having a second beer seem like a waste.

I am extremely impressed with series supporting actress Erica Leerhsen. She rather reminds me of Alicia Witt back around that time. Sultry, smouldering hot redheads with pale white skin and delicious red, pouty, kewpie-doll lips just devastate me.

If interested, I watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link, and it played perfectly.

It had to have been at least 2 a.m. by the time I was to bed.

This morning it was nearly 9 a.m. before I decided to check the time and rise. My wife had said yesterday that she would be going to the Thai temple in Burnaby this morning, so I rightly expected that she was already up.

She was still busy cooking some dishes to take with her, for the purpose of her visit to the monks was to make merit in honour of the birthdays of both her mother and her eldest son newly 30 years old.

She was to post some photos to her Facebook with this description ─ I will include but four of the photos:

🙏🙏🙏 ทำบุญวันเกิดให้คุณยายอ้วนกับลูกชาย ขอให้คุณยายสุขภาพแข็งแรงนะคะ 🙏🙏🙏

I expect that my wife likely got away a little later than she had planned, but reportedly all went well, for she was back late into the noon hour.

Anyway, while my wife was cooking, my brother was watching T.V., so I joined him. At my brother's invitation, which came rather promptly, I used our Android TV Box to tune in an hour-long (1:00:24) video published August 29 to Rumble's Humanity United Now - Ana Maria Mihalcea, MD, PhD channel: Biological Weapons – Conversation with Karen Kingston - Truth, Science and Spirit Ep 34.

In this episode, I discuss with Karen Kingston the recent findings by Dr. Young Mi Lee from South Korea showing millions of self-assembly nanoparticles as we have discussed in recent years. Karen explains how monkey pox and other biological weapons sequences were used to create the Covid injections. She discusses the shedding of polymers.

There is far more to the full video description, so please refer to it in the link if you are curious.

Next we watched a couple of very short videos, beginning with one (4:10) published two days ago to Rumble's Sunfellow On COVID-19 channel: Make America Healthy Again (MAHA) - 3 Trump-Kennedy Campaign Ads.

And one (7:37) published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Why Should I Care About Gaza.

After that, I resorted to a flash or thumb drive for some previously downloaded fare. Unfortunately, I believe we wasted our time watching the first one. At nearly a half hour long (27:30), we both realized that we had probably already watched it some time before ... but it was still interesting enough.

There are three sources for it that I know of, so I cannot say which one it was I used for the download, so let's just go with this one published March 9, 2023, at Rumble's The Why Files channel: Atlantis Secret to Immortality | The Emerald Tablet & The Philosopher's Stone.

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Oh, crap!

I suspended work on this post so that I could have some drinks to elevate a decidedly deflated mood with a Christmas movie.

Yes, the drinks ─ two cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) did the trick, but my movie was an overall poor choice.

It lacked a truly Christmas feel. Rather, it was a corny love story and had scant to do with Christmas, despite all of the decorations and presents and such.

The movie was 2017's Second Chance Christmas. It took me a bit to really warm up to actress Katrina Begin and her portrayal of the central character. And as much as her character's movie husband was a truly nice guy, it took the idiotic prick until the 65th minute into the movie (1:27:54) to understand that his marriage was failing because he was a live-at-home slob who did no house cleaning and constantly played video games while his ambitious wife ran a successful company. He lived in the living room, sleeping on the couch late into each morning ─ she had the bedroom to herself as her private room.

The movie production itself had its flaws. A couple I noticed centred around the couple's dog. In one scene Katrina's character came home after a considerable absence and the dog paid no notice ─ no loving dog does that.

In another, she came home and the dog came directly to her lowered hand ─ where of course there was a treat being used to feign the dog's affectionate greeting. It was even obvious when the dog took the treat and then ran off to the other side of the room.

The movie was decidedly weak, I must say. I would never choose to knowingly watch it again.

However, if you have any curiosity about it, I watched it here at my bedside computer, and it played flawlessly at this M4uHD.net link.

I had meant to speak further of the video or two that my brother and I earlier watched from my flash or thumb drive, but now there is no time. I must get to bed, for I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. to start readying for a five-mile+ walk.

My brother is already home and watching T.V. as I type these words at 9:42 p.m., so I must wind everything down and get to bed.