I very nearly did not watch T.V. with my younger brother last evening. Following his invitation, I did go down and began operating our Android TV Box to find a source for an episode of the show I was after; but he was fast unconscious.
This seemed like him at his worst, passing out and missing almost all of anything I first tune in.
So in my ire I shut down the Android TV Box that my brother has no idea how to operate, and I returned upstairs to my bedroom, intent on readying for bed.
But then I heard him choke himself awake. So I peeked downstairs and saw it to be so, and I called forth almost derisively, "Are you conscious again?"
His weak apology was that he has been sleeping poorly, to which I retorted that he should expect nothing less when he passes out nearly every evening ─ how can he expect a good night of sleep after 'napping' away so much of the evening?
Anyway, I relented and joined him anew, bringing back the two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I intended to soon be drinking. These would be atop the two cans I drank earlier while watching two shows here on my bedside computer.
And so we were to watch the following shows in this sequence:
- Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode four ("Code Yellow") of season six.
- SEAL Team ─ episode four ("All That Matters") of season two.
- Yellowstone ─ episode nine ("No Such Thing as Fair") of season four.
- The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 16 of season or series 32.
Concerning Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I sure never expected that Yo-Yo's love interest in the person of Agent Keller was going to be so gruesomely killed off.
And concerning Yellowstone, it seems unlikely to me that character Kayce Dutton could possibly survive the tribal ritual of being staked out in the backcountry while practically naked and expected to endure four full days without food nor water. There were still patches of snow out there, and he was shirtless ─ one night alone ought to have been enough to kill him from hypothermia. As for no water, one article says this:
Experts say you can go about 100 hours without drinking when it is an average temperature outside. If it's cooler, you can go a little longer.
So if true, then four days under the character's conditions seems unlikely to be survivable. If daytime temperatures were balmy, perhaps; but if he was being exposed to direct sunlight for the entirety of each day, his sunburning skin would be evaporating a heck of a lot of water ... and then the nighttime freeze in cold mountainous air.
I just don't see it as being possible ─ not as we last saw him.
By the way, Renée Zellweger on The Graham Norton Show looked to me like she has had a telling 'face lift' that has left her with badly squinting eyes. Still, there is no denying her 'sex appeal'.
It was around 1 a.m. when we stopped watching our shows, so I was likely to bed by 2 a.m. As might be expected, there was to be no walk to challenge my damaged right knee.
It has been a while since I have drunk four cans of that strong beer, so I did feel a little rough this morning, probably rising around or soon after 8:15 a.m. My brother emerged from his bedroom a little afterwards.
As yesterday, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom a little past 9:45 p.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and left here at just about 10:15 a.m. ─ a bit later than usual.
Oddly, I cannot recall when she arrived home last evening. I suspect that it had to have been while I was watching T.V. with my brother.
I had forgotten what a toll there is to sitting up so late and drinking. As much as I want to watch our shows with my brother, I most definitely do not want to do so on any consecutive evenings.
When he and I got together this morning for our usual morning fare a little past 9 a.m., I tried some very short videos at a Rumble channel that I will not be sampling again. So I tuned in a video well exceeding 1¼ hours that had been published March 20 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Native Pawns Equals Cheque Mate with Tanya Gaw & Michelle Stirling March 19, 2025.
On this Empower Hour Michelle Stirling, author, researcher, columnist and blogger, joined Tanya Gaw to further expose the native activists and government proxies who are fraudulently using the so-called Truth and Reconciliation as a pretext to justify a massive wealth transfer, land grabs and to steal our natural resources.
There are numerous referential links beneath that description at the website, so please refer to the link if at all interested.
I next hoped that we could finish the long documentary that we had begun a morning or two ago, but with maybe 20 minutes still remaining, my brother called for another postponement so that he could get some early bed rest.
I meantime had a meal, but I am now fuzzy on whether I had my nap before or after my brother had risen and then barely after 1 p.m. left afoot to catch a bus and get back into some social drinking after not having done so for two consecutive days. I suppose the dry day today is largely responsible ─ the previous two days were quite wet.
As I remarked earlier, I am not desirous of so soon having another late night, so I hope to have a relatively early evening and get back into an early a.m. walk overnight to work my bad knee. But darned if I do not feel lonely as I type these words at 4:55 p.m. ─ I would like to do some drinking to nullify the sensation.
I am going to take a break from this post.
★★★
Two things need saying.
First off, I checked my bank account online this afternoon and discovered that my tax refund had been directly deposited ─ something over $2,600. I am damned well going to need that over the coming four months, since each of them involves heavy financial outgoing; and early July is going to be the worst ─ annual property taxes.
Second, my mounting lubidinous penchant has begun to resume. My knee accident had kept things in limbo, but now I am becoming stressed with the 'cabin fever' born of being unable to do anything whatsoever except sit around in confinement here all the bloody day long because I am too crippled to walk!
I had a bit of a stumble here in my bedroom when I nearly fell after losing my balance over one of the wheeled legs of the swivel chair I sit on here at my bedside computer. If I did not have the chair itself to release myself and fall desperately into in a seated posture, I have no idea what the result to my knee would have been. As was, there was enormous strain around the puffy lower quadriceps muscles and where they attach to my knee. Fortunately, I barely escaped reaching the level of pain. But that was only because I had the chair seat to safely fall into butt first.
Desiring a beer and something to deflect my interest away from its vile trend, I tuned in Too Close to Home ─ episode two ("Alabama") of season one. The premiere episode was so soap-operish that I knew better than to attempt to inflict further episodes upon my brother, so I thereafter reserved the series to myself.
But this episode was considerably better. There is still overacting, but there is also some quality work as well.
I watched the episode at this TVids.net link, but it was not my first hope. The other two failed.
Early into it I heard the raised voices downstairs indicating that my drunken brother had arrived home, and Bev was well into her white wine.
It appears that exactly like yesterday, my midday meal is going to be the sole meal of today ─ two consecutive days with just one meal, and my only 'snacks' being coffees with the works and cans of beer.
I feel inclined to watch one further show, for it is only 8:36 p.m. as I type these words, and thus too early for bed. so ... back shortly.
★★★
My second show (with another beer) was Doom Patrol ─ the premiere episode ("Pilot") of season one. Darned if it wasn't good from pretty much the get-go! Even my brother would have probably enjoyed it, so maybe I will give him a shot at watching it on his own to determine if he would like to become involved with the series ─ without any commercials, this episode was nigh an hour.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link. Excellent!
I've been vulnerable to gorgeous actress April Bowlby ever since her semi-regular status on Two and a Half Men. She's more reasonable now ─ i.e., not as mouth-droppingly 'hot' as she was back in that sitcom, but it's still good to see her again.
At present my brother is unconscious downstairs, so I am going to seek to brush my teeth and get to bed ere he revives. Bev must already have had enough wine ─ he's alone.
... And he revived.
So I set him up with the Doom Patrol episode (Bev had gone to bed). He is presently watching it at 10:42 p.m., so maybe I will babysit him through it.
It is likely going to be a late night after all, although I may cut it short after one further show and a third beer.
Enough blogging for today.
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