😈Miles and Miles for Naught👹

At least I did not misconduct myself last evening and end up sitting into the wee a.m. overnight in the mad preoccupation. Instead, I dealt with eradication of the craving right after my early afternoon nap today.

That's scant justification; but otherwise I was faced with probably having a degraded night tonight. For I didn't waste a heck of a lot of time this early afternoon, and now I'm good for a few days.

I was up this morning well before 6 a.m., having gotten to bed last even at 10:35 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. This was to be a grocery shopping morning when No Frills opened at 8 a.m., so I was not to have any further exercise beyond the hobble ─ a round trip of a mile; and of course, I was carrying my shopping home, so that was an additional challenge.

Aggravating that homeward challenge was first getting panhandled of my coinage by a possible mentally-challenged, ageing, middle-aged guy I've been hit up by before; and then coinciding with a South Asian young woman on her cellphone who came from a side street and could have walked ahead of me, but instead she seemed to slow down and forced me to take the lead. So for nigh a quarter-or-so of a mile I had her directly behind me as I sought to keep a bit of a pace to my wretched precarious hobbling.

I got home to find that my younger brother had risen for the morning and was watching T.V. news.

I put away my purchases and then returned here to my bedroom and my bedside computer to both dress down and to occupy myself until 9 a.m. before returning downstairs to join my brother for some morning T.V.

This was a full working day for my wife, so she came forth from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and then left about a half hour later on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother was quite quick to invite me to put our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to work, at which time I led us off with a sub-three-minute (2:58) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What's a Girl Gotta Do to Get a Cold Pop??

The next video I tuned in exceeded an hour (1:09:35) and had been published yesterday at Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: Speech, Language & Autism.

Maijia Hahn: "Communication is so powerful. When someone is finally acknowledged for the intelligent human they really are inside…it really changes everything.” For nonspeakers without alternative methods of communication, being unable to ask questions and describe feelings can be difficult. But there is hope! Maija and “Pediatric Perspectives" host Paul Thomas share the details in this episode.

We may not have gotten as much as 10 minutes in when my brother expressed that the topic was over his head, yet the only technical term used was apraxia, and Maija explained what the condition entails. It was clear that my brother was simply disinterested.

I humoured him and tuned out.

Instead, I selected The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 11 of the 33rd season or series.

Then we returned to a movie we had left a couple of days ago, this time watching the final 40 or more minutes that remained. It was 2020's The Eight Hundred. My source had been uploaded July 2, 2023, to YouTube's Janson TV - Free Movies & Shows channel: The Eight Hundred (PG-13) | Full Movie #action.

It sure had lots going on! And at times, it was extremely stirring to witness such bravery in action.

I found it interesting that the Chinese defenders wore German army helmets, apparently having been trained and heavily equipped by Germany ─ until, of course, Japan and Germany became allies.

Our final video was a documentary that we got far into, but it still has close to 20 minutes remaining ─ we had to leave the remainder for maybe tomorrow, for my brother required further bed rest.

I had meant to engage him about accompanying him on his next beer run, but I forgot. He seemed to have ample beer for at least this evening, though, so I sought my nap without too great concern. And as it happened, he was still here when I was done napping, and he reported that he would be making the four-mile round trip drive tomorrow.

That freed me up for dissolution.

And here we are at 5:15 p.m. Since this is a bath day, I will not be having any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ thus, no exercise today except for the morning shopping. I am going to take care of the bath now, and will thereafter have my day's second and final meal, and then watch the usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having some drinks.

I will finish up this post later.

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I decided to eat before my bath.

Anyway, I was pleased to see what show was next up on my rotation: The 100 ─ specifically, episode four ("Hesperides") of season seven. My source was at TVSeries.video ─ I dare not link to it, for this platform has unpublished (i.e., banned) a past recent post for that likely reason. And so an entire day's record down the drain ─ I want to avoid that criminal heavy hand.

This was an excellent episode ─ especially the beginning sequence of young girl Hope having to survive on her own until a new prisoner is marooned there with a 10-year sentence who manages to befriend the 'wild child', and the two become like father and daughter. That really caught me up.

The episode was done by 8:13 p.m., as was one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My second show and beer were done by 9:27 p.m.. The show was Titans ─ episode 12 ("Faux Hawk") of season two. This time my source was at MoviesJoyTV.co ─ again, I will not be offering any links.

It was a truly entertaining episode, but The 100 was superior. This one failed to offer much that was deeply touching ─ not for me, at least.

At some point my brother had returned from his daily social drinking.

Incidentally, in adding to my VISA card payment online for the month, I saw that yesterday ─ which could mean anytime from 8 p.m. Friday evening ─ my wife filched $60 from what I had in our joint account. I should never leave even $20 in the account, but I never know when some minor automated debit will happen.

I need rescuing from indebtedness, but it seems I am always on my own. I am not worth 'a helping hand'.

Speaking of my wife, she arrived home at 9:38 p.m.

Before watching my third and final show, I brushed my teeth for the next quarter of an hour, and then I tuned in Van Helsing ─ episode six ("Miles And Miles") of season four. I initially watched at CineGo.co, but after a handful or more minutes ─ what, seven? ─ my computer froze and I had to force a shutdown.

So when I got it loaded again, I decided to try a source at TVSeries.video, for it seems less demanding on my computer's graphics. Whatever the difference, it played all the way through.

It was an absolutely fascinating episode; but like Titans before it, I was not affected emotionally. All I felt were repulsion and horror at some of what I saw, and even an identification of 'justice served'; but I was not emotionally touched as I was during some of The 100.

So for tonight, The 100 was tops, Van Helsing second, and Titans trailed a little behind in third place. I suppose Van Helsing and 12 or more ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) were done by 11:06 p.m.

I had best get at publishing this post and then wrapping up whatever needs completing here on my computer, for it is already 11:40 p.m.