Last evening I nearly forgot that the government liquor store two miles distant closes at 9 p.m., and at the point of that realization it was already after 8 p.m.
This left me no time to waste, so I hurriedly readied and then began the hike. It was somewhat stormy outside.
About three blocks into my walk as I was cutting through a park, there was an orangish flash well behind me and then every building and street light went dark. A few seconds later they all started lighting up again, but there was a second lesser flash, and out the lights went again.
Then a few seconds more, and this happened for a third time, and this time they all remained dark.
The blackout extended for about halfway into my two-mile hike, but oddly enough traffic lights were unaffected, fortunately.
Naturally, I had my concerns about the home situation ─ I had planned to watch a couple or so shows later with my brother once we were both home, and of course have some beer.
I bought the two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I was after, and hiked the 20 pounds of weight home ─ 10 pounds in each hand.
Our neighbourhood was indeed without any power, but someone in our house was moving about with a white light. It proved to be my brother.
I believe that both of my stepsons were also home, and had a light set up in their den area.
I estimate that the power went out around 8:20 p.m.
After a futile attempt to locate a box of candles my brother and I knew we had, we eventually just sat in the living room with the flashlight app of my earlier fully charged cellphone set up such that we were not in full darkness.
He was definitely drunk, and somewhat unpleasant company, for he was still drinking. A couple or so times he passed out ─ or fell asleep or whatever you want to categorize it as.
We were resigned to having to eventually go to bed with the hope that the power would return by the time we rose for the new day; and I finally decided to sacrifice a can of Cariboo Malt, for I keep them in stock only for enjoyment with whatever T.V. shows or movies we might be watching. I don't otherwise drink any.
Then at about 11:30 p.m., lo! The power suddenly fired up!
We were going to be able to watch some T.V. after all.
Thus it was that I used our Android TV Box to tune in Chicago P.D. ─ episode six ("Sympathetic Reflex") of season 10.
When I put the query thereafter to my brother whether he was up for an episode of Bosch, he was willing enough. And so I tuned in episode nine ("Chapter Nine: The Magic Castle") of the first season.
Then quite early into the episode, I noticed that my brother had again passed out. And this time, he remained so all the way through the episode. Unfortunately for my brother, this episode marked the killing of a serial killer who had been the main storyline from the series start, so essentially my brother watched the first eight episodes for nothing, since he will not be getting the satisfaction of seeing the murderer killed.
My wife had come home during the episode, following her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I am now unclear on whether my brother revived and then went upstairs to use the bathroom, or if he remained unconscious and it was that opportunity that I took, but in either event I dared to tune in a third show ─ this season's American Ninja Warrior.
I demurred upon seeing its length, for it was nearly 1½ hours, but I let it play anyway. Ultimately, though, my brother could bear remaining up no more, so with maybe 20 minutes left to the episode, he begged off and went upstairs to his bedroom for the night.
I did cancel out of the show, and thought that maybe this morning we would finish it off, but the material I was to tune in this morning brought us to the noon hour, so there was no time for it.
Last night before my walk to the liquor store I had drunk a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol); then over the course of the night after I began drinking with my brother, I consumed three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol). It is possible that I had another shot of rum, but maybe not ─ I cannot remember.
I foolishly ate a supper just before my bedtime, but that's all I can remember ─ I do not know when I retired. I made a Facebook post at 3:24 a.m., so clearly I was still up then.
Yet this morning I rose well before 8:30 a.m., not too much after my brother had gone downstairs to watch T.V. and drink coffee. I did not feel at all hale, and had a nasty thirst.
As usual I joined my brother shortly after 9 a.m., and soon enough got his invitation to start using our Android TV Box to play some videos.
I can no longer recall the sequence, nor if this encompasses them all, but here are what I do know about.
First we finished off the final half hour or so of a two-hour (2:08:39) video we had to depart from yesterday. It had been published November 17 at Rumble's Darkhorse Podcast channel: What Jessica Rose Knows: Dr. Jessica Rose on DarkHorse.
Bret Speaks with Dr. Jessica Rose on the subject of the rift within the COVID dissident community regarding the existence of a novel pathogen.
Find Dr. Jessica Rose on X at https://x.com/JesslovesMJK and on her Substacks at https://jessicar.substack.com and https://jessica5b3.substack.com.
We also were to watch a 10-minute (10:37) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Justin Trudeau HUMILIATED As Sky News Hosts Publicly Embarrass Him.
Watch as Sky News hosts absolutely rip into Justin Trudeau in this hilarious and embarrassing moment on Australian TV.
Watch My Take On Trudeau's New Immigration Cap: • You Won't Believe Who Liberals Are Bl...
There was also an 11-minute (11:27) video published yesterday at YouTube's Hustl channel: They're calling him EVIL for taking away your cereal.
The description for that one is far, far too long for me to care to reproduce here, so please check out the link for yourself if interested.
We also watched a 16-minute (16:18) video published two days ago to Rumble's The People's Voice channel: FBI Seize Diddy 'Kompromat Tapes' Featuring Justin Trudeau.
Seized footage from Sean “Diddy” Combs’ notorious parties allegedly feature Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in scenes that will rock the political establishment in Canada and send shock waves around the world.
From his prison cell, Diddy is now attempting to influence witnesses, haunted by fears of meeting the same fate as Jeffrey Epstein, who was whacked by the elite before he could testify. The tension is compounded by rumors that Trudeau is set to be the next high-profile figure to face public exposure.
Trudeau has survived countless scandals in his career, but this time, there’s no covering it up — the tide has turned, the truth is being laid bare, and it’s about to expose the system of elite pedophilia practiced by the global elite.
There was also a 19-minute (19:16) video uploaded November 5, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Raining spiders, frogs, fish and ... meat. Yes, meat.
Don't look up! It's a rain of terror. We've all heard stories about raining frogs and fish. They're not new. Homer, Pliny the Elder, even the Bible document the raining of frogs and fish. As they said in Magnolia "it really happened".
But what about raining spiders? It happened -- recently. In Australia, millions of baby spiders rained down, covering the entire countryside with silky webs. In Brazil, spider rain wasn't really rain -- but it was still terrifying.
Raining blood? Well, it didn't really rain blood, except that one team -- The Kentucky Meat Storm -- when it did. Yes, the Kentucky Meat Storm.
Raining snakes? It happened (though not exactly how most YouTube lists document). Raining worms? Oh yes. Even in the snowy mountains of Scandinavia -- in March.
In June 2009, the entire country of Japan was covered in tadpoles. They were first spotted in Ishikawa, on the West coast of Japan but dead tadpoles were reported in towns and cities everywhere.
Did you know the famous 1958 horror movie "The Blob" is based on actual events? In 1950, Pennsylvania police officers documented an eye witness account of "star jelly", a gelatinous substance that either contains or does not contain DNA, depending on who you ask.
A rain of animals is a rare meteorological phenomenon in which flightless animals fall from the sky. Such occurrences have been reported in many countries throughout history. Is the phenomenon due to waterspouts? Predatory birds? Or something... else?
Let's find out why.
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I must say that my poor brother looked absolutely dreadful up close ─ he needs far more sleep than he has gotten. I honestly feel very sorry for him; but he won't sacrifice his daily drinking.
I had a much needed early afternoon nap that proved most restorative. Meantime, my brother left for the day to catch a bus so he could get back into his social drinking.
My wife had today off work.
She was to come to me and beseech a $500 loan from me this mid-afternoon or so after my outright refusal last evening to make a $1,000 loan; my monthly pension will be here later this month just in time for the fortnightly mortgage payment, so I relented and acceded good-naturedly to her request.
I just have to keep hoping that I win a home sweepstakes so that I can get away from here while I have any remaining vitality to do anything with what's left of my diminishing lifespan.
Damn it! I wanted to watch an episode of one of the series I follow so that I could enjoy a beer or two, but it's already just after 9 p.m., and I need to get to bed before much longer if I want to be rising at 1:30 a.m. overnight to ready for a five-mile+ walk.
I never noticed any rain today, so maybe there won't be any overnight.
This blogging sure as Hell eats up my time to no good ─ i.e., profitable ─ purpose.
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