A Lost Generation

A second consecutive weekend down the drain. Although I rose at 6 a.m. hoping that I would do some local grocery shopping this early morning, by the time I was all dressed to go, I saw that it was already a few minutes past 8 a.m. (the store's opening time).

Sure, the store is only maybe four blocks off (or ½ mile), with my game right leg as it is, I just could not face up to making the public venture. I needed to have already been in the store at that point, and not just leaving home.

I'm sure a 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ loser.

Despondent, I dressed back down and returned to bed to await the sound of my younger brother watching T.V. downstairs. Hell, I never even exercised this morning.

That was to be around 9:10 a.m. when I heard the T.V. playing.

It took 10 minutes or so before he relinquished the T.V. to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box, at which time I led things off with a 32-minute video streamed earlier today to YouTube's Judge Napolitano - Judging Freedom channel: 🔴 💣 [SPECIAL] TRUMP BOMBS IRAN! w/ Scott Ritter and Judge Napolitano.

The content should be obvious.

Then I changed tune and we watched Bosch ─ episode seven ("Exit Time") of season two. It was definitely interesting!

Next was a YouTube video that I had previously downloaded that was about hidebehinds, but the channel that featured it has since revised the arrangement of its content making the "paranormal history" category too difficult now for me to negotiate, so I am not only not going to link to the video, I am going to entirely drop the channel henceforth.

Our final video was a movie that I had also downloaded, but we only got about halfway through it before my brother opted for further bed rest. I am very disappointed with whatever was my download source, for I no longer remember; but the video quality is poor, and the sound is abominable. I have the volume cranked up to the maximum of 100, yet at times conversation is still indistinct. As well, there is a constant but vague background noise that is a sort of murmurous roar ─ almost like what one would hear with something cupped to an ear.

As a result, the movie's impact is profoundly diminished, and it is such a damned shame, for a mother and her young teen daughter are the lead characters more or less lost in a desert, and the mother is clearly extremely hot, wearing a very brief skirt and cowboy boots that are revealing a truly gorgeous pair of legs ─ and that's apparent despite the washed-out and almost blurred video quality.

But I shall say no more until we have finished watching the movie.

My wife never had to report to work this morning, but I don't know if she left to handle the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Before I sought my early afternoon nap, she asked me for $40 to go grocery shopping with, so I felt generous and gave her a $50 bill.

After she disappeared around mid-afternoon, her eldest son was here to gather up some bedding and such to take back to the Burnaby apartment he shares with his girlfriend. It seems that her family are coming out for a visit ─ all the way from Nova Scotia.

He wants to have a sort of blending of the families sometime very early in July by way of using a community hall his apartment building allows residents to take advantage of for free, provided they reserve it. His idea is to have his mother and a Thai friend of hers handle much of the food preparation.

I can't imagine my brother participating in this get-together, nor Bev. My brother dares not drink and drive.

Even my wife's friend ─ who goes by Ui ─ enjoys her drink, as does my wife. But none of us live near Burnaby.

So this could prove a bit of an issue for any of us who do like some drinks in a social situation.

The lad considered having the get-together here, but space is limited. Nevertheless, maybe my wife will come up with a scheme to make having the event here workable. If the weather is Summer-like, then of course our backyard and the backyard sundeck would certainly help; and the most of us could freely drink.

Well, it is 6 p.m., so I am going to break from this post to watch a show here on my bedside computer and have a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I have already had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

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I led my evening off with The Guardian ─ episode 15 ("In Loco Parentis") of the first season. As usual with these episodes, this one cuts pretty deep from several angles.

My excellent source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother was not yet home from his daily social drinking, but he did make his appearance before I selected my next show to enjoy a second beer with.

This time it was Westworld ─ episode four ("Generation Loss") of season four. The show is both interesting and exciting, but it is too ridiculously convoluted. I can understand quite easily why it fell out of favour and was cancelled. Why do developers and writers have to become so twisted and irrational? Just tell a straightforward story, and quit juxtaposing endless and ongoing imaginary scenarios ─ "what if"s ─ with a sensible linear tale. We cannot tell what is supposedly real, so the impact of what happens each time is massively muted.

I am not a fan of what is going on with this senseless and unrealistic storyline. But I like watching actresses in the series, so I shall suffer through to the conclusion.

I began watching at this GOOJARA link, but the volume was just a little too low. So after about 5½ minutes I switched over to this Tvids.net link. I knew enough to be ready to shut down an unwanted new advertisement browser, and I did that, thereafter gaining a small enough increase in the volume at the Tvids.net source.

And so I had my second beer of the evening.

The temptation was there for more series entertainment and another beer, but by the conclusion of Westworld, it was 9 p.m. I hope to rise at 3 a.m. for some exercise at the elementary school playground I have not visited for a few nights now. Although today was overcast the day through, as far as I noticed, we had no rain at all. And the next few days are supposed to combine cloud and sunshine.

I am hoping that I may even be able to get back into some backyard sunning, despite tomorrow being a bath day.

I am going to conclude this post here and slowly wind things down to my bedtime by 10 p.m. at very latest. It is presently 9:34 p.m.