Sherlock

I was spared any consequential rain last evening during my four-mile round trip hike for two dozen cans of beer. My eldest stepson had come home from work a little earlier, and actually dealt with our first mob of 'trick-or-treaters' ─ he did so voluntarily and in extreme good humour. When I left, he was just about to have a shower.

After I bought my beer, I was halfway home before I remembered that it was Hallowe'en. What helped with that remembrance was seeing a beautiful young lady all on her own, dressed as either a mini-skirted Snow White or else a sexy nurse. She had just warily circumvented two South Asian males slowly walking her way, and then passed by me. Only after she had passed me by did it enter my dense head that I should have complimented her on how lovely she looked in her costume ... but I'm not quite sure how to have said so without seeming like a creep, for she was clearly rather uneasy all on her own dressed so provocatively.

I arrived home to find the door locked, and the cache of Hallowe'en goodies I had bought set outside along with a decorated-but-whole cream-coloured smallish pumpkin I had not seen before.

My conclusion was that my eldest stepson had gone to bed, but I was later to discover that both he and his younger brother were not home.

Did any 'trick-or-treaters' actually come by and politely and honourably not rob the cache of Hallowe'en goodies? It would be nice indeed if it was so.

I had gotten home ahead of my younger brother, so I had the T.V. all set up to begin playing ─ via our Android TV Box ─ the first show I had in mind for us.

That was Westworld ─ the premiere episode ("Parce Domine") of season three. I did not realize that the episode was going to run just over an hour and 50 minutes, but it was fascinating and at times exciting with ongoing tension.

Fortunately it was still early enough to play one further of our shows, so I tuned in Noughts + Crosses ─ episode two of season or series two. I must here say that I am quite enjoying the new (season two) character played by Jasmine Jobson. She seems familiar, but none of her other acting credits are, so she must just remind me of someone else.

We were to watch one further show ─ a sitcom, although it is far too serious to be labelled a comedy. It was Barry ─ season four's episode seven ("a nice meal"). By this point I had ingested three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a can each of Cariboo Genuine draft beer (5.5% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) ─ thus, some of the Wikipedia write-up for the episode has become unfamiliar to me.

Nor can I say when I got to bed ─ was it after 3 a.m.? And if so, by how much? Also, I think that my wife likely got home after I had gone to bed, but I am not entirely positive that is so. It is entirely possible that I was still up from bed.

It was just after 9 a.m. when I rose for the morning, feeling rather dreadfully ill slept (hungover?). My brother was already downstairs watching T.V., so I quickly enough joined him.

When he issued his invitation to apply our Android TV Box, I began our viewing with a documentary that I ended after a minute or two because it was going to involve well over an hour of mostly subtitled Middle Eastern commentary.

Under such conditions, these features need to be dubbed with English ─ I cannot hardly make out much of the subtitling, and my brother is wholly unable. It is foolish.

So instead I tuned in a 52-minute video published earlier today at BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: EXPOSED: The CIA's Darkest Secrets: Drugs, Coups, Mockingbird Media & Assassinations.

Join me for an important discussion with author Kent Heckenlively.

I then played a thumb or flash drive of material previously recorded, beginning with the second half or so of a video we had to depart from yesterday for want of time.

'Twas a 54-minute (54:21) video published on January 7 at BitChute's Adaneth_TV channel: Sherlock Holmes (TV Series 1984) | A Scandal in Bohemia (S01-E01).

Sherlock Holmes was a series of adaptations of Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories which were produced by Granada Television and originally broadcast by ITV in the United Kingdom in 1984–1994. The series starred Jeremy Brett as Holmes and David Burke (in the Adventures series) and later Edward Hardwicke as Dr. Watson. The programme adapted 41 of the original stories, with 36 running for 50 minutes (in a one-hour timeslot), and five being feature-length specials.

Season 1: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Episode 1: A Scandal in Bohemia (Based on 'A Scandal in Bohemia')

The King of Bohemia asks Holmes to retrieve a compromising photograph from actress and singer Irene Adler, who proves to be a worthy opponent.

It was good! I recall this series somewhat from my younger years, but I doubt that I will likely re-watch an episode and recall having seen it before.

Afterwards we got partway through a documentary, but had to suspend it so that my brother could have some bed rest. I will identify it once we have fully watched it.

My wife rose while my brother was ensconced in his bedroom. Since she did not solicit contact with me, I felt at ease to seek unannounced my needed nap.

When I roused sufficient to consider rising for the remainder of the day, I wondered if perhaps I had over-napped and my wife had left for work ─ but she was still home. My brother had gone for the day, however.

Notwithstanding, my wife was to leave at least a half hour earlier than her usual 3:10 p.m. or so, so I did get to have an amicable 'seeing her off'.

She was to venture that the small decorated (but uncut) pumpkin might have originated from her eldest stepson's girlfriend ─ whom I only then learned is a teacher, possibly of mentally challenged children.

My wife even offered that she believed that her youngest son's girlfriend was seeking a career in the teaching field, also ─ all superb news to me!

I now have a huge respect for both of these young ladies, and rather rue avoiding association with them.

After my wife was gone, I blogged for a time. Then I realized that I required an alcoholic boost along with a Christmas movie. My eldest stepson was long gone, but his younger brother was not yet up from bed, having sat up all night until well past when I joined my brother for morning T.V.

I was also keen for an early boost because my weekly Sabbath fast was set to arrive at sunset.

And so on T.V. downstairs via our Android TV Box, I selected the 2017 movie My Christmas Prince.

The vague premise had some familiarity, and so did the lead actress Alexis Knapp. However, I quickly realized as I tested the movie that I had not seen it before.

Alexis somewhat looked familiar, too, but I now think that maybe it is because she slightly resembles Halston Sage. This is remarkable because both actresses did have roles in the T.V. series The Orville.

And that must be where I recognized the name Alexis Knapp ─ I had likely previously wanted to research who the sexually hot alien was in one scene of The Orville:

So merely due to wondering who this actress was, her name remained vaguely familiar.

In My Christmas Prince, I of course saw more of her. Definitely she was beautiful with that Halston Sage near uniqueness in her looks (particularly those red lips and blonde hair!).

But I also saw that Alicia was markedly scrawny of arms and legs ─ she clearly is not into muscle-building. Yet even that 'flaw' was most attractive on her ─ for as a young man, I would have succumbed to the woman.

Interesting to me, Alexis's character's best friend was portrayed by beautiful actress Tyler Clark ─ who was similarly scrawny of limb, but equally comely and alluring.

Either one of them could have whelmed me as a lonely young man.

There were some familiar faces in the cast. I couldn't place Parker Stevenson despite recognizing him and not knowing his name, but he's certainly not a 1970's Hardy Boy anymore!

And whatever happened to Pamela Sue Martin (also from The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries in the 1970s)? ─ she still looked good back on Dynasty in the early 1980s. But in this Christmas movie, I kept wondering if she might possibly be Swoosie Kurtz of (to me) Mike & Molly fame ─ her face has become so ... almost gaunt.

Naturally, I knew who Marina Sirtis was, but in Star Trek: The Next Generation from the late 1980s to the early 1990s she was rather provocatively voluptuous. In this movie, she had become unsexy and matronly.

I detest what age does to us.

Anyway, during the movie I first had a fast and light supper; and then I put away a shot of Captain Morgan dark rum and three cans of Cariboo Malt. Doing so actually took me past night's arrival, but I still intend to make my Sabbath fast last the designated 24 hours.

Aww, crap! It is already 9:15 p.m., and I must ready for my bedtime, which shall be in a half hour or so, for I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

I've been hearing nearly as much explosive fireworks activity for miles around as was the case last evening ─ and at times we've had quite a lot of rain! It makes me miss having the finances to be able to afford this sort of involvement. I have not bought so much as a firecracker since at least as far back as the 1980s.