Glitch and Severance

Honestly, I cannot handle late nights watching T.V. with my younger brother! Last evening I should not have watched the second show here in my bedroom that kept me up late enough for him to still be able to access me once Bev retired to their bedroom for the night.

I had already drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt, so I held myself to two more. And due to how late it already was into the evening, we only watched two of our shows:

• Glitch ─ the season three (and entire series finale) episode six ("Little Gidding")

• Soldier Soldier ─ premiere series episode one ("All the King's Men")

My wife and her youngest son both arrived home together ─ she driving her car, and he riding his motorcycle ─ early into Soldier Soldier. I was to have some interaction with her related to a costly dental treatment estimate for her that had shown up in the day's mail from my Pensioners' Dental Services Plan (PDSP) carrier ─ I think that it was even more than another that had shown up not 10 days ago.

She realizes that she's either going to have to foot more of the cost that she likes; or else wait until enough time has passed so that the annual deductible limitation on a few of the items will have been reset to 50%, for at present she has exceeded the calendar limitation and would have to pay the full cost.

Anyway, this exchange cost me some of the episode that I was obliged to miss out on in order to have the fairly extended conversation. But I enjoyed what I did see. There was one very familiar face in the cast, even though I did know know his (Peter Wingfield) name. And I have just learned that Jerome Flynn is also in the cast, but I never recognized him ─ that surprises me.

As for Glitch, it was a most disappointing, cop-out ending. But I now want to watch whatever work I can find of both actresses Emma Booth and Hannah Monson.

Today has been largely a wash-out due to how punished I have felt as a result of the four cans of beer and the late night. I don't recall when I got to bed, but I hope that it wasn't worse than sometime around 1:30 a.m. There's no way I'll be repeating anything of the sort tonight ─ as much as I would not mind watching some shows and even drinking a few beers.

I cannot say when it was that I rose this morning, but I do believe it was ahead of 8:30 a.m. My brother emerged from his bedroom quite soon thereafter.

When I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. and got his invitation to start up our Android TV Box, I led things off with two of the latest videos from YouTube's AnitaK channel:

• Uploaded two days ago ─ "TV News Says It's Over" - Here’s the Hidden Truth About Vote Counting (23:24)

• Uploaded yesterday ─ WHEN YOU NEED TO BREAK UP. Danielle Smith on Alberta leaving the abusive Feds. (12:13)

After those it was a nearly 1½-hour (1:25:44) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: BREAKING! Netanyahu Readies War with Iran after Houthi Airport Attack, Will U.S. Join In? | Redacted.

Our fourth video was 15 minutes (15:23), and had been uploaded January 31, 2020, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Life off the grid in the wilderness.

Episode fifty-six, in which we're fixing a gutter and eating some nice home made fire cheese

We finished with a 10-minute (10:13) video published January 4, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Little Jane Doe.

The St. Louis Jane Doe is an unidentified girl who was found murdered in an abandoned house on February 28, 1983 in St. Louis, Missouri. She has also been nicknamed "Hope" and the "Little Jane Doe." The victim was estimated to be between eight and eleven when she was murdered and is believed to have been killed by strangulation and it doesn't stop there...

Even though I knew that my brother was likely to be making a drive to the government liquor store two miles hence, and I wanted to top up my supply by another two dozen cans, I was too depleted to seriously consider accompanying him. So after a light first meal of my day, I sought a needed nap, thinking I might later do some sunning.

When I later rose, I discovered that my brother had chosen the early afternoon to perform some yard work with the string trimmer. So I took a bath, since it was a bath day, resigned to not sunning.

Note that whilst stripped naked for that bath, I weighed something under 174 pounds!

Well, the sky grew cloudier, and eventually it was fully overcast, so sunning was never on the books anyway. I do not know what the morrow will bring.

My brother was gone via public transit when my bath was done ─ he was off for his daily social drinking, but was back by probably 7:20 p.m. As I said earlier, I will not be at risk of getting rooked into sitting up late again this evening.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready; and very soon after 10 a.m. left on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Anyway, as usual well past 8 p.m. my brother showed no interest in enlisting me early for T.V. downstairs and was in fact deeply unconscious, so I shut myself up here in my bedroom and at my bedside computer tuned in Severance ─ episode two ("Goodbye, Mrs. Selvig") of season two.

It was good ─ as was the can of Cariboo Malt, for a second show of some description was tempting just so I could enjoy one further beer.

But enough blogging for today, for it is presently 9:43 p.m.