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Caprica (New)
676 SYFYHD: Friday, February 26 6:00 PM
Science fiction, Drama
There Is Another Sky
Cast: Eric Stoltz, Esai Morales, Paula Malcomson, Alessandra Torresani, Magda Apanowicz, Polly Walker, Sasha Roiz
Original Air Date: Feb 26, 2010
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there's a scar on my left hand that I have been wondering about but I don't feel like writing about. I remember it was after having to walk home through a bad neighborhood. I remember it was a nasty wound, bled a lot, something about nasty bandages. At first I thought it might be a bullet scar, but then I thought maybe someone had jammed a philips screwdriver between my knuckles. But there is no exit scar so I'm not sure what it means. Perhaps what ever did it didn't go down through my hand, rather went into my hand, towards my wrist and didn't exit. The oblong nature of the scar would support that possibility. It doesn't hurt though.
I was thinking about this time my clothes were filthy with salt. I remember that as a time on the Taylor but I am now wondering if it was dust, as in some kind of desert.
There actually is an exit scar on my left hand. It's a lot smaller than the top scar. The thought entered my mind that I flipped my middle finger to someone and that stabbed that knucle with some kind of spike. There more I think about it, I think it was a long thin flat blade screwdriver and it didn't make much of an exit scar because my hand was flat against a table. There is also a scar on the side of my right wrist that I remember from when I was in a day care center and was burned when some hot apple pie fell onto my hand.
There is also memory of when I was in Gitmo on the Taylor for shakedown and I was angry about something. I was hitting a stop sign next to the road with my hand and I was hitting it so hard I was thinking that I was really going to regret that damage to my hand when I was an old man.
And that old round scar on my left forearm probably explains something about my left elbow. I suspect the scar is from a bullet that came out through my elbow.
In my artificial memory, for a long time, early '90s I think, I used the word "shrike" as a password. I think that was the missile they used in FOTI to destroy SAM sites before they went to the so-called "SAM City."
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}}}}} JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/25/10 3:33 PM
I saw something today that reminded me of that lighthouse in the recent episode of "Lost." As the dialog suggests, I wonder why I didn't notice it before. And as that logically suggests, I noticed to today because of that episode of "Lost." I think more about it now because in the past week or so, before I saw that episode, I had been thinking of something that the lighthouse reminds me of but that is itself distinct. I had been thinking extensively that a person who was my clone and that had come into existence back a few months ago when I was writing about living in a virtual world except for when I was needed out here. The clone diverged from me back in that time, which I cannot now remember when I was writing about it but it might have been late November. I don't know specifically. I noted it after that "Caprica" episode and the recent "Caprica" episode reinforced that notion. So this clone shows up and I am thinking in my mind, with a sense too about how a struggle it would be to comprehend such notions, that my clone feels that this apartment is just as much his place as it is mine but I was thinking also that he had been in a different place for a time of three months and he had been given knowledge, in the form of a briefing, that I do not now possess. As some point, I was thinking he was actually an android but other times I think he was organic and then that leads me to thinking about how I wonder what is the real difference which then leads me to think about how that devalues life itself, or at least, those of use who have been duplicated. So the clone of me the clone shows up and he gives me instructions that he types out on a non-internet and non-wireless equipped computer and from those instructions I know where to find the teleportation device
So that is what I thought more about when I today saw that structure that resembles a lighthouse.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/25/10 4:08 PM
The stuck door makes me think of more than one thing though unconnected, in literal terms, with what I saw today. Perhaps it is supposed to be thought of as all connected. The door in that apartment
was hard to open at times and I have seen that come up several times, including dialog on that live radio program I was listening to when I lived there.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/25/10 4:15 PM
The scene ending of him sitting there on some kind of cliff at the waters edge is also consistent with what I saw today, except of course, the ocean, but it does remind me of what I wrote about how streams and creeks in my artificial memory could represent ocean boundaries.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/25/10 4:19 PM
I think to myself that god damned if I don't wish there was something else that would lead me out of here today. But I also think about how different things would be if I had never seen any of this so at least I have something to study and that's better than nothing.
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The Prisoner (Repeat)
697 AMCHD: Monday, November 16 3:00 PM
Mystery, Adventure
Arrival; Harmony
A man awakes in an isolated town called The Village; Two attempts to assimilate Six; Six meets his brother and tries to escape; Two confronts his son about his growing sense of rebellion.
Cast: Jim Caviezel, Ian McKellen, Ruth Wilson, Hayley Atwell, Lennie James, Jamie Campbell Bower Executive Producer(s): Bill Gallagher
Original Air Date: Nov 15, 2009
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/16/09 3:54 PM
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Revelation
Revelations
10:9 And I went unto the angel, and said unto him, Give me the little book. And he said unto me, Take it, and eat it up; and it shall make thy belly bitter, but it shall be in thy mouth sweet as honey.
10:10 And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.
10:11 And he said unto me, Thou must prophesy again before many peoples, and nations, and tongues, and kings.
11:1 And there was given me a reed like unto a rod: and the angel stood, saying, Rise, and measure the temple of God, and the altar, and them that worship therein.
11:2 But the court which is without the temple leave out, and measure it not; for it is given unto the Gentiles: and the holy city shall they tread under foot forty and two months.
11:3 And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth.
11:4 These are the two olive trees, and the two candlesticks standing before the God of the earth.
11:5 And if any man will hurt them, fire proceedeth out of their mouth, and devoureth their enemies: and if any man will hurt them, he must in this manner be killed.
11:6 These have power to shut heaven, that it rain not in the days of their prophecy: and have power over waters to turn them to blood, and to smite the earth with all plagues, as often as they will.
11:7 And when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that ascendeth out of the bottomless pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome them, and kill them.
11:8 And their dead bodies shall lie in the street of the great city, which spiritually is called Sodom and Egypt, where also our Lord was crucified.
11:9 And they of the people and kindreds and tongues and nations shall see their dead bodies three days and an half, and shall not suffer their dead bodies to be put in graves.
11:10 And they that dwell upon the earth shall rejoice over them, and make merry, and shall send gifts one to another; because these two prophets tormented them that dwelt on the earth.
11:11 And after three days and an half the spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them.
11:12 And they heard a great voice from heaven saying unto them, Come up hither. And they ascended up to heaven in a cloud; and their enemies beheld them.
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}}}}} JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/16/09 7:18 PM
Ah, yes. The wraps.
Damnit. I wish I had not remembered that dream.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/16/09 7:40 PM
I always feel compelled to not record the complete details about the dream.
Little book. That is consistent with the wrapped food.
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}}}}} JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/16/09 8:57 PM
I was imagining in recent days that I would have to go away for about 3 months.
I imagined that "Cylon projection" environment again where I would live for about 3 months and only emerging here for necessary activity
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}}}}} JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/07/10 1:09 AM
Yes. I remember. As depressing as this is that I am having no effect I remember that I am the one who is creating this public notice.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/07/10 1:15 AM
Certain details have been making me think again that Thomas Reagan is actually dead.
But that is not permanent.
There is something that
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/07/10 1:48 AM
Watching "Caprica" from Friday night again on Comcast On Demand I am once again wondering if the "Zoe" character is based, in certain details"
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To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, May 9, 2006 6:01:15 PM
Subject: Right
I wonder if this is where that guy painting the picture was standing?
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PINK FLOYD LYRICS
"Lost For Words"
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
