Head on Home

Although my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm got me up this morning, I had been conscious some while. And first up ─ after getting water on the stove to boil for my day's first mug of instant coffee ─ was further work on our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I realize now that for quite some time I have been erroneously referring to it as an R96 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

There are two things about the Box that I cannot seem to remedy.

First, when I press the on/off button on my remote ─ even if I am holding the button down steadily for several seconds ─ it immediately closes the TV Box instead of first displaying the menu of options like shutting down or restarting. No options are presented. The screen just goes dark as if the Box has turned off ─ immediately, with no pause in the process whatsoever.

But it only goes into a sleeper mode. Hours later I can supposedly turn it back on and the screen is exactly where I left it ─ even if it was an open app I had not backed out of. The only way I can fully shut down the Box is by unplugging the power cord.

I've tried the Power Off app, but it is useless on my TV Box. If I give it accessibility permission, as soon as I back out of that option area in Settings, it is automatically turned off again.

So for the present, if I want the Box completely turned off, I have to unplug the power cord.

This is also what I have to do if I want to remove a USB drive or stick ─ no option is present under storage to safely eject the USB drive. All I see are the ROM's 64GBs and the RAM's 4GBs ─ there is no external storage listed as should be the case for the USB drive inserted in a port of the Box.

So this is also a big nuisance.

And I only have an hour or so in the early morning to play around trying to change things. I have to ensure that I get in my backyard tool shed exercise session, preferably before my brother emerges from his bedroom for the morning to watch T.V. news shows. Then when Bev gets up in the early afternoon, she occupies the T.V. for the rest of the day until she goes to bed, leaving my drunken brother semi-watching it into the a.m.

I only have that hour or so in the early morning to try and figure anything out.

My brother had already begun watching T.V. when I came back into the house from the tool shed. I gathered together my day's first meal and brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer; and then no earlier than 9:10 a.m. I went back downstairs to watch some T.V. with him, for he is almost always quick to ask me to commence operation of our Android TV Box.

This morning I led off with two of the latest videos at YouTube's AnitaK channel:

● Carney's Diversity Photo Op--like it's 2015! (11:52) Uploaded yesterday

● Even Him? Carney's New World Order Scoops Rick Hansen. (7:35) Uploaded today

I next played a video that I chose to opt out of because I was suspicious that the foreign-accented hostess was A.I. The accent seemed genuine enough, as in maybe East European or even Russian. But her sentence structure was grammatically correct, whereas occasional words she would pronounce were so 'off' that I had to struggle to recognize what word it was that she meant ─ and there was no reason for her to mispronounce that badly.

I don't want to belabour this explanation, especially since I was not mentally assimilating the video content anyway, so I am not going to identify it.

At this point my brother announced that he was heading out for a barber appointment. This left me with hope of getting back to bed earlier than usual for a nap, but I dawdled; and then he was back barely past 11 a.m., and suggested that I tune in "something short".

For him that means a sitcom.

So I decided to let him sample the bizarre T.V. series The Baby. I've already watched three or even four episodes, but was willing to sit through this one if he got hooked on the series like I did.

Well, that was a sheer waste of time.

He's got this dense fixation that it's crows that keep our front lawn looking almost like its been picked apart, but I believe that it's skunks doing the main damage ─ the crows only explore what's already been done, for they just don't have the beaks to be able to so thoroughly churn up the lawn.

And so he would sit staring past the T.V. and out the living room window, sometimes getting up to stand for better vantage and even going to the window. A time or two he even made to go to the front door to shoo away the crows, but they would thwart him and fly off before he ever got to the door.

I was burning with annoyance, especially when at one point he proclaimed that he didn't know what was going on in the show.

Suffice to say that I shall never tune in the show again under my own volition ─ he'll need to request it. As far as I am concerned, that was his only exposure to it.

I've got to cut this short so that I can start watching at least a couple of T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing some drinking, for it is already 6:56 p.m.

My wife was home at some point after 2 p.m. and was gone again in about an hour, but she never spoke a word to me. She will have had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and will most likely be home late this evening or early into the a.m.

With her bedroom vacant, I had my usual light exercise session; and just past 5 p.m. I began eating my day's second and final meal.

Time for my blogging break now!

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I enjoyed my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) along with The Alienist ─ episode three ("Labyrinth") of season two. I dare not link to it, or by so doing run the risk of this platform banning (un-publishing) my post; but my source was at M4uFree.cx. Provided the website remains in existence, a simple search there should uncover the series.

Definitely interesting.

The episode was done (as was my can of beer) by 7:57 p.m.

I guess my next show was done by 9:12 p.m. ─ I took notice of the exact time, but my brother passing by my open bedroom doorway deflected my retention by enquiring if my computer had experienced any sort of disruption. Apparently Bev watching T.V. downstairs did; and he was at Donegal's Pub where the power went off and virtually remained so until he left (I guess they have a backup power source).

He obviously got back home towards the end of the show I was watching. Namely, Superman & Lois ─ episode five ("Head On") of season three. My source was at TVSeries.video ─ again, make your own search there for the series.

This was a good episode ─ lots of touching moments.

My final show ─ and about a dozen ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) ─ were done by 10:32 p.m. The show was The Expanse ─ episode five ("Home") of season two. And again, my source was at TVSeries.video.

It was tense throughout; and the closing scenes of 'dead' Julie consciously interacting with Miller were viscerally touching for me.

I so badly want to finish up life heroically, and not just end with debilitation and wasting, or by my own hand. Why would God not unfold the means even for someone my age and physically disabled?

The only conclusion I keep arriving at is that I am not worth His investment ─ that there is nothing special or unique about me. And that being so, then my finish is all there is.

Enough negative philosophizing. I am going to publish this post now and wrap up whatever else I must before calling an end to my day. I still even must brush my teeth! I'll be fortunate to be getting to bed by 11:45 p.m.

Right now, it is 10:59 p.m.