Well, I did sit up late last night watching shows with my drunken younger brother after he had gotten home from his daily social drinking. It was shortly after 2 a.m. when I got to bed, and never did I need to deal with a diarrhetic urge. I had recovered from the food poisoning or whatever it was in something under 48 hours.
I only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) over that evening, and had strong occasion to wonder why I even bothered to be sitting up. My brother has passed out for so much of each of the first three shows I tuned in that during the fourth, I bet he would have been unable to identify any of the previous three.
It seems such a waste of time watching evening T.V. with him. I am forced to sit up far too late ─ something I would not otherwise do; and all I have for company is a dense drunkard.
But mornings are for different viewing fare ─ and then I have the company of my actual brother, not the dementia-touched Mr. Hyde that my brother so willingly allows himself to become.
The shows we watched were as follows in this sequence:
⭕ Chicago P.D. ─ episode eight ("Under the Skin") of season 10
⭕ Bosch ─ episode one ("Trunk Music") of season two
⭕ Riverdale ─ episode six ("Chapter Eighty-Two: Back to School") of season five
⭕ The Graham Norton Show ─ episode nine of series or season 32
⭕ Frasier (2023 series) ─ episode five ("The Founders' Society") of season one
When my wife had come home in the latter evening after working a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, it was soon learned that her eldest son had thrown up. Was he now coming down with this food poisoning, or is it something else that may have affected four of us thus far in this household of five in less than a week?
Apparently he went to work this morning, so maybe something else was amiss with him.
Peculiarly ─ if indeed all four of us have been affected by the same organism ─ it is only my alcoholic younger brother who has remained unscathed.
Anyway, after I got to bed last night and managed some sleep, inexplicably I found myself no longer able to remain asleep. I finally rose around 7 a.m. (that is why I knew the time) and had a needed pee, but it was futile trying to seek further sleep.
Yet the past two days when I was ailing, I relished my time in bed and even when I was not sleeping, I was far to feverish and groggy to much care to be anywhere but in bed. I never fretted about it being a time waste.
I was to have possession of the T.V. by the time my brother emerged from his bedroom after 9 a.m. My wife apparently had another full workday, and rose just ahead of 9:30 a.m. to being readying, and left shortly after 10 a.m. without any communication with me apart from a "Bye" to my brother and I as she headed for the door. I do not even believe that she had issued her usual general "Good morning" as she first came down the stairs after getting ready for work ─ at least I never heard her. But both my ears had plugged up while I lay in bed. The right one could not have been more thoroughly stopped. I had resorted to a Dr. Oz video and given hydrogen peroxide a shot ─ something I have tried a number of times in the past in recent years, but which I never seemed to benefit from. It only made things worse by adding the water of the hydrogen peroxide to the stoppage.
This morning proved little different ─ Dr. Ox's claim that the excess earwax would remove upon allowing the hydrogen peroxide to soak into the ear, and then tilting and shaking the head to the side to empty out the ear onto a tissue ─ clearing the ear much as one might do when swimming and having an ear full of water.
Despite caution to the contrary, I had to use the dampened tissue several times to sort of delicately insert slightly into my ear and rotate it slightly about. Each time would result in a vague browning of the end of the bit of bunched wet tissue.
My ear would mostly open, but then would quickly close again.
Suffice to say, I worked and worked at the problem as I watched some morning T.V. with my brother, often pulling the sides of my face next to the ear upwards, downwards, forwards ─ as well as separately grasping both the lobe and the tragus and moving them about in an effort to open up the ear canal sufficiently.
Ultimately I achieved enough clearance to hear properly enough to attune to a decent volume on the T.V. But maybe my wife did issue a general morning greeting as she came down the stairs, and I just failed to hear it.
Among the shows that my brother and I watched were a couple of recent short videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel:
- The apple of my eye! Jordan Peterson's juggernaut interview with Pierre (12:26) Uploaded January 4
- Trudeau Resigns but he's still in charge, my interview with Epoch Times, reporter Noe Chartier (35:22) Uploaded January 6
Then it was a 20-minute or so video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Trudeau Didn't Resign. He Was Kicked Out And Here's What's Next For The Clown Show.
We finished watching the last half or so of a long video we had to break from two or three days ago due to want of time, and it was itself the second of two parts ─ these are them both, originally published November 8, 2021, to BitChute's ittabena channel, although the documentary videos are from 1996:
- The Money Masters - How International Bankers Gained Control of America - Part 1 of 2 (1:43:16)
- The Money Masters - How International Bankers Gained Control of America - Part 2 of 2 (1:46:21)
This film will acquaint you with the history and the intricacies of the Central Bank we are under. We have been swindled, and this is the very detailed story of that swindle.
When I sat down to write a chapter on the Federal Reserve Bank I thought I understood Central Banks, the deceptively named Federal Reserve Bank, and the influence of the Rothschilds on our lives. Wow, was I wrong! I discovered that I really only had a cursory understanding of the subject. This film filled in what I was missing, hence it's presence here.
It is on YouTube, but I worry not for long and am proud to post this to my channel. Only about 1 in 1000 understand the Federal Reserve Bank according to the film. We need everyone to understand it fully.
There was far, far too much detail in the documentary series for this viewer to even begin to remotely fathom the subject, but at least I understand the depth and evil of the overwhelming tyranny we are under.
Next I attempted playing a movie that I had downloaded for a second time ─ the first download was flawed, with everything jumbled out of sequence. But this time, the movie turned out to be dubbed in some foreign language.
Try, try again.
So instead we watched a 12-minute (12:07) video uploaded December 20, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Uncanny Valley Explained | Why Robots, Dolls and Mannequins are Creepy.
The Uncanny Valley is a common unsettling, anxious, creepy feeling people experience when androids, robots, dolls, mannequins, video games and animations closely resemble humans but are not quite realistic enough.
The phenomenon is a consideration in a number of areas of design including robotics, video game art, training simulators and 3-D animation. Designers work hard to avoid the Uncanny Valley or exploit it to elicit a particular response.
The feelings of Uncanny Valley can reach extreme levels like revulsion, exceeding those experienced when viewing a corpse. The Uncanny Valley effect is experienced at different levels by different individuals, depending on the familiarity of the subject materials. Designers can bridge the valley with changes like the addition of cartoon-like or "cuter" features
Still, all humans are susceptible to Uncanny Valley. You are, too.
I feel that the condition described is either somewhat fabricated, or else it is extremely minimal in me ─ I could not really recognize what was being detailed at times.
We were also to watch an 11-minute (10:59) video uploaded October 10, 2023, to YouTube's 10th Legion Pictures channel: The Yeren - China's Bigfoot - Paranormal History.
The Yeren which is the Chinese word for “wild man" is an ape-like creature reported to inhabit the remote, mountainous regions of China, most famously in the Shennongjia Forestry District in the Hubei Province. Sightings of Yeren date back and have remained constant since the Warring States Period circa 340 BC through the Tang dynasty 907 AD.
After my brother retired to his bedroom around 11:50 a.m. for some bed rest, I had still not pursued a needed nap when he re-emerged to head away on foot to catch a bus so that he could again engage his daily social drinking.
When I did seek my nap, I surprised myself by remaining abed for what I believe exceeded 2½ hours, and I was even then inclined to sleep more. I had eaten a large helping of my wife's chicken noodle (not tiny noodles, but relatively wide, long ones) soup that truly engaged my system to handle due to the volume.
Apparently I am still not entirely normalized. I had thought to engage what would have been a little strenuous exercising in earliest evening, but the 42½-pound dumbbell daunted me. I was still feeling unstable.
I will not be sitting up late this evening with my brother. He can make do with whatever fare he usually watches himself when he drinks alone at the T.V. (when he is not passed out). My intention is to get to bed relatively early and then get up no later than 3:30 a.m. to make the three-or-so-block hike to the nearby elementary school playground for some pull-ups, chin-ups, and pushups. It will also give my left foot a test to see if the plantar fasciitis (or whatever is wrong with it now since late November) has sufficiently recovered that I may anon engage long walks again. The last such walk to the school this past early Saturday a.m. did seem to leave my foot feeling rather abused thereafter.
Oh my gosh! It is after 10 p.m. ─ I had no idea that it was this late. And I have just seen that it is lightly raining outside ─ any outing in a few hours may find the schoolground equipment too wet for proper use.
But I had best call this post finished and be done with it before my brother shows up.
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