💀☠💀☠💀☠ Star Crossed

There was nothing of especial note about my walk last evening to do some light shopping at Real Canadian Superstore. I left here at 8:45 p.m., and was back possibly a minute or two ahead of 11 p.m. Very good time for what I estimate to be a 5.625-mile round trip hike.

My drunken brother was of course home and watching T.V. at my return.

Once I dressed down and joined him, he was not too long at all in inviting me to put our Android TV Box to work. We were to have time for two of our shows ─ an episode apiece. Plus a sitcom.

I led us off with The Outpost ─ season two's episode 10 ("The Only Way").

That was followed by Glitch ─ episode two ("Two Truths") of season two.

The sitcom was Coupling ─ season finale episode nine ("The End of the Line") of season two. I thought that this episode was exceptionally well done. However, I doubt that my besotted brother was fluent with its intricacies.

He soon enough retired to his bedroom for the night. I sat up to have a little more to eat, and that was when my wife showed up after having worked the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I'm unsure just when I got to bed, but I hope that it was no worse than 2 a.m. There had been just two further cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) consumed (I drank one prior to my walk, along with a Bumper Crop cider at 7% alcohol).

This morning I checked the time at some point after 7 a.m., but that was too early to be starting my morning, so I attempted further sleep. When next I checked, I believed it to be after 8 a.m. by then, so I rose. I was here at my bedside computer for a short while when I noticed the time ─ it was nearly 9:30 a.m.

I must have misread the time earlier, believing that I was rising an hour earlier than I really was.

At least I got control of the T.V. well ahead of my brother. In fact, my wife rose around 9:30 a.m. with a full workday today, and she was away on her fairly long drive by maybe 10:10 a.m. and he had still to show himself.

When he did join me, I was already watching a 1½-hour (1:33:15) video published earlier today at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Our Society Being Ripped Apart / CAN'T FIX STUPID.

THURSDAY AUGUST 29TH 2024 LIVE STREAM WAS ATTACKED
Audio and video go out of sync for first half
Regardless the audio is all the world needs to hear.
Message is crystal clear of danger upon us all.
This is a very critical presentation for our world.

There is more, but Christopher rarely offers more than hyperbole.

Then it was a 1¼-hour (1:17:40) video streamed yesterday at Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: The White Exodus from America’s Urban Areas with Jack Cashill.

Join us for an insightful episode where we delve into one of America's most contentious and misunderstood phenomena: the exodus of white ethnic populations from urban centers, a topic explored in depth by our special guest, Jack Cashill, author of "Untenable: The True Story of White Ethnic Flight from America's Cities."

Jack Cashill: https://www.cashill.com/
Jack Cashill on X: @jackcashill

This one brought us close enough to noon that my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. Now that he has an ignition interlock device on his van until probably sometime in February, he has to go forth early into the midday and conduct any business that involves driving, for thereafter he must leave his van at home and bus off to go and do his daily drinking.

Last night my wife had hyped to me a gelled soup that she had brought home, so for today's first meal I heated it up. It was mightily spicy with red chili peppers! But it also comprised some randomly hacked up bits of chicken that took a bugger of a long of time for me to finally be done with the meal. I swear, I bet that meal cost me an hour ─ I hate that!

As a consequence, I never got to bed for a needed nap until ... well, could it have been 2 p.m. or more?

Suffice to say, when I thereafter rose for the sunning I had intended on this rarely hot and sunny September day, I was not outside to commence the session until 3:32 p.m. But due to encroaching shadow, I didn't bother with more than a half hour ─ I called it quits at 4:02 p.m.

Again, I hate this! And tomorrow is a bath day, so even if it is another sunny day, my baths take nigh an hour, and that costs me valuable time.

I found myself feeling somewhat astray and even distraught this latter afternoon, so I targetted the need for a Christmas movie and some brews despite my looming 24-hour Sabbath fast and an overnight five-mile+ walk for which I desire to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for.

Somewhere between 6:30 - 7 p.m. I deemed the living room to still be too flooded with the setting Sun, so I watched the selected movie here upstairs at my bedside computer ─ 2017's The Spruces and the Pines. (The movie is also called A Star Crossed Christmas.)

Wow! I loved it!

From the Christmassy commencement, I was emotionally involved.

I have no recognition of lead actress Jonna Walsh, but she was a prize ─ no question. Even supporting actress Sarah Fischer grabbed me ─ her as an elf was irresistible. Why has she not had more roles?

Should you be curious about the movie, I watched it at this M4uHD.net link and it played flawlessly.

During the wonderful movie I not only had my pre-fast supper, but I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop cider ─ and I still had to let the movie run to its conclusion while realizing I could drink even more!

I hope there is no toll when I have to have my overnight five-mile+ walk that I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for.

At least I was blessed from late into the mid-afternoon to have both of my stepsons go out ─ I have been home alone ever since. Right now it is 9 p.m., so I am going to conclude this post and try to be prepared to be in bed by 9:30 p.m.

And my brother just got home, so this is all for me ─ I must quit.