Nothing I Remember

I rose at 5 a.m. unnecessarily. That is to say, the extra hour I was able to use to work at trying to remedy my Android TV Box situation yielded no solution.

To recap, the Ethernet (internet) cable has not been recognized for at least a week now by our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box ─ not even after I sacrificed everything I had downloaded into it by choosing a factory reset yesterday morning.

As well, our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box does recognize when the same internet cable is attached, but that Box no longer allows downloads. I wanted to try installing an apk file this morning from a USB drive or stick, but even though the Box goes through the whole process right up to the point of offering the options of "Done" or "Open", there is nothing different ─ nothing was installed.

It was all so disheartening.

I was even considering writing a negative review at Amazon.ca where I had bought the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box early this year. All I could conclude was that the port for the cable must have become disabled through damage ─ perhaps its mechanism was weak and the internet cable had broken something inside it.

I gave up my efforts and chose to spend time outside watering the front yard garden plants ─ this can take a half hour or more.

Then I went out to the backyard tool shed and had my usual poor performance at six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ a mere single repetition in each. And I followed that with the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

By the time I came back into the house at just about 8 a.m., my brother was already downstairs watching his T.V. news programmes. I gathered up my day's first meal and brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer to enjoy; and then a little past 9 a.m. I hobbled back downstairs to join my brother for our usual morning T.V. together.

He was quick enough to invite me to begin operation of our Android TV Boxes (he doesn't understand how to do so himself), so I led off with a lengthy ─ over four hours (4:11:50) ─ video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Megyn Kelly On Rumble channel: Megyn Kelly BOMBSHELL 04.26.26: Luigi Mangione, NXIVM Cult, And Megyn's Own Family Fraud Story - True Crime.

Not long into it, my brother complained that it was 'old news' ─ and indeed, the video seemed to be a collection of past show segments.

So I tuned out and tuned in a 17-minute (17:23) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: “Authoritarian” CBC Pundit STUNS Panel Going After Carney + Wab's Trump Tariff Plan is SO BAD.

Then we watched Agatha Christie's Poirot ─ episode five ("The Third Floor Flat") of season or series one. While I was seeking a source, my wife ─ who had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ interrupted to have me help carry out some bags of things she was taking with her on her rather long drive. I noticed that she had packed up the four-litre box of Copper Moon Shiraz wine (13% alcohol) to take, so that will be the end of that ─ it didn't have too much left, maybe a couple of litres at very most, but likely less.

Now all that remains is the four-litre box of Vivo Reserva Chilean white wine (12½% alcohol) that I have nearly finished a litre of.

I had bought both boxes, incidentally.

Anyway, my source for Poirot was to be at YouTube; and although I never took notice of the actual source, I suspect that it may have been the February 22, 2013, upload to the JustPoirot channel: Agatha Christie - Poirot - The Third Floor Flat.

We thereafter got about halfway through a documentary when my brother felt it necessary to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

My youngest stepson who mostly works from home via his dual-monitor computer setup pays for the internet because he wanted to avail himself of the vaunted fibre optic Telus system for better data speed several years ago ─ my brother and I had been using a different carrier (Shaw).

Well, after my brother returned to his bedroom, I approached my stepson and outlined my problem with the internet cable to the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. He produced some sort of handheld device that he briefly fidgeted with and then said to try the connection again.

It worked perfectly.

I don't know what the young man has to allow him to deny access to a single device that is using the same internet cable as another device, but apparently he can. He didn't know what some mystery Wi-Fi account was that seemed possibly able to be siphoning off his precious data, so he denied it access ─ and apparently it was the Android TV Box.

And here I was on the verge of being done with the Box! 

Anyway, I got back to bed fairly early into the noon hour, napping, but coming out of it feeling decidedly unpleasant. I don't easily get headaches; but if I were such a type, then probably I would have developed one.

The sensation did ease over the course of the afternoon.

There was no afternoon exercise for me today, for it was a bath day. And so that chore largely consumed the hour from 4 - 5 p.m. ere I had left the bathroom.

The day has been unexpectedly largely overcast, for the record.

Right now it is 5:40 p.m., so I am going to break from blogging in order to have a light second meal of my day, and then watch the usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

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I started off with The Expanse ─ episode six ("Paradigm Shift") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video. I made one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) get me through.

I have grown to find this series distinctly interesting and exciting. I used to find it generally so difficult to follow along with that it was often boring. But I've grown to know various characters now, and have begun caring about them.

The episode was done by 7:21 p.m.

Next up was Stargirl ─ the premiere episode ("Summer School: Chapter One") of season two. My source was again at TVSeries.video. And one can of beer sufficed.

For a premiere episode, it was rather lame, to be honest. Just scene-setting, basically. It was over by 8:20 p.m.

My highlight of the episode was recognizing awesome Alicia Witt in one scene as a diner waitress. That's all they gave her to do? I adore her!

My last show involved about a dozen ounces of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine ─ in fact, I was greedy and slightly overfilled my glass, incurring a bit of wastage. As if I can afford that!

So I watched Legacies ─ episode six ("That's Nothing I Had to Remember") of season two. For the third time this evening, my source was at TVSeries.video. And all were done by 9:28 p.m.

I rate this show the top of my three this evening, beating out The Expanse. Much of that has to do with the three lovely young actresses portraying the three lead female characters. But things do get intense in the show.

By the way, my brother arrived home before I got around to starting the episode.  

So many evenings, I realize that he is absolutely unconscious downstairs in his chair 'watching' whatever old T.V. series Bev had tuned in for them. It seems back-to-back episodes of only a few lame sitcoms. He probably doesn't mind because he is so regularly passed out, and anything worthwhile would be a waste.

I could never revert to spending my evenings watching shows with him as before ─ he is too brain-damaged from massive daily drunkenness long before even I had retired. It was why our mother had to live and die alone ─ she dared to critique his daily drunkenness.

I shall say nothing further. It is 9:48 p.m. and he is upstairs discovering why Bev mysteriously has already called it an evening and gone to bed ─ he had been unconscious when she sneaked upstairs.

It's late enough for blogging. I am going to publish this post, brush my teeth, and get to work closing up everything that I need to on this computer before shutting it down.

At least I can get back to rising at 6 a.m. again, and not 5 a.m. like this morning.

But I need a financial miracle to get me out of this pointless lifestyle, and it does not seem God has any intention of allowing one.

It is now 9:56 p.m.