JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Wed, February 8, 2006 6:45:11 PM
Subject: Re: Captain's sleep journal. Stardate: Febuary the crappyth
Kerry Burgess wrote:
The second scene was of Lily telling me of some endearing quality about herself.
This imaginary girlfriend routine is kind of fun, but with all these actors around me, who knows what is the reality. What I really want to avoid is encouraging people to stalk women on TV. No one should take seriously the perceived affections of a person on TV.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 8:08 PM Monday, December 26, 2011
After all this time I do still recall what she said to me in that dream long ago.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/21/2006 9:42 PM
There could be some clues encoded into the numbers for the earnings as well but I’m not sure what they are. What I worry about is that I am getting some of the “simple math clues” such as the “one number off” theory, but I am missing the complex clues. I am thinking of them as “algebra clues.” Anyway, one possible but unexplainable clue is about the range of the salary that the Defense Finance and Accounting Service reported for the years 1985 through 1989. The salary increases by one thousand dollars every year and is listed as 9032, 10200, 11526, 12722, 13774. The year 1990 was only a partial year so I don’t know what that would have been.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/21/2006 9:47 PM
Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the lat/long coordinates for that forgotten house are encoded somewhere in those numbers.
I also started thinking, yesterday I think it was, that I am just going to wake up one morning and realize I remember everything.
I’ll start off by waking up, looking around, and wondering just where the hell I am, and probably spend maybe as long as a few minutes trying to remember why I am in such an unfamiliar room. Then I will realize I remember the life of Thomas Ray.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: September 22, 2006
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/22/2006 9:43 AM
I had some kind of important dream last night but can’t remember it now. It was some kind of important message. I want to say it was something I should feel proud of but that doesn’t really explain. It was a positive message but I can’t articulate what it was because I don’t remember the dream. But I have learned to trust my instincts on such clues so I am sure I will soon understand it all.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/22/2006 9:46 AM
The latest version of “The Time Machine”
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[ Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi the cowardly International Terrorist Organization violently against the United States of America actively instigate insurrection and subversive activity against the United States of America with all Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi staff partners contributors employees contractors lawyers managers of any capacity as severely treasonous criminal accomplices and that are active unlawful obstructions, combinations, or assemblages, or rebellion against the authority of the United States that actively make it impracticable to enforce the laws of the United States in the United States and in the Severely Treasonous and Criminally Rebellious State of Washington by the ordinary course of judicial proceedings ]
1978 film "Time After Time" DVD video:
00:50:16
Amy Robbins: Are you, um, you a scientist or something?
H.G. Wells: Whatever makes you say that?
Amy Robbins: Just a hunch. I don't know, you give me the impression of someone who's cloistered away somehwere most of the time and in a library, something, doing research and never reads the newspaper.
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Memorable quotes for
"The Six Million Dollar Man" (1974)
Oscar Goldman: Steve Austin, astronaut. A man barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world's first bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster.
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"The Stand"
The Plague (1994)
Country Date
USA 8 May 1994
UK 10 August 1996
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The Stand (TV mini-series 1994)
The Plague (#1.1)
Gary Sinise ... Stu Redman
When a deadly virus escapes from a government research facility, few prove to be immune to its effects. With symptoms similar to the flu, those who come into contact with it quickly die. One survivor is Stu Redmond, a gas station attendant from Texas, who suffers no ill effects whatsoever. Kept in a medical research facility in Vermont, doctors try to determine why he is still alive. Others that also survive include Frannie Goldsmith who lives with her dad; Nick Andros, a deaf-mute; a rock musician, Larry Underwood; and Lloyd Henreid, in jail for murder. Survivors begin to have dreams, either about an old Afican-American woman, Mother Abigail, or a much scarier evil man.
Release Date: 8 May 1994 (USA)
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Stephen King's The Stand
Season 1, Episode 1
The Plague
Air Date
Sunday May 8, 1994
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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Julie Lawry approached the Rat-Man, the only fellow in Vegas she considered too creepy to sleep with… except maybe in a pinch. His black skin glimmered in the blue-white glare of the welding arcs. He was tricked out like an Ethiopian pirate—wide silk trousers, a red sash, and a necklace of silver dollars around his scrawny neck.
“What is it, Ratty?” she asked.
“The Rat-Man don’t know, dear, but the Rat-Man got hisself an idea. Yes indeedy he does. It looks like black work tomorrow, very black. Like to slip away for a quick one with Ratty, my dear?”
“Maybe,” Julie said, “but only if you know what all of this is about.”
“Tomorrow all of Vegas gonna know,” Ratty said. “You bet your sweet and delectable little sugarbuns on that. Come along with the Rat-Man, dear, and he show you the nine thousand names of God.”
But Julie, much to the Rat-Man’s displeasure, had slipped away.
By the time Lloyd finally went to sleep, the work was done and the crowd had drifted away. Two large cages stood on the back of the two flatbeds. There were squarish holes in the right and left sides of each. Parked close by were four cars, each with a trailer hitch. Attached to each hitch was a heavy steel towing chain. The chains snaked across the lawn of the Grand, and each ended just inside the squarish holes in the cages.
At the end of each chain there dangled a single steel handcuff.
At dawn on the morning of September 30, Larry heard the door at the far end of the cellblock slide back. Footsteps came rapidly down the corridor. Larry was lying on his cot, hands laced at the back of his head. He had not slept the night before. He had been
(thinking? praying?)
It was all the same thing. Whichever it had been, the old wound in himself had finally closed, leaving him at peace. He had felt the two people that he had been all his life—the real one and the ideal one—merge into one living being. His mother would have liked this Larry. And Rita Blakemoor. It was a Larry to whom Wayne Stukey never would have had to tell the facts. It was a Larry that even that long-ago oral hygienist might have liked.
I’m going to die. If there’s a God—and now I believe there must be—that’s His will. We’re going to die and somehow all of this will end as a result of our dying.
He suspected that Glen Bateman had already died. There had been shooting in one of the other wings the day before, a lot of shooting. It was in the direction that Glen had been taken rather than Ralph. Well, he had been old, his arthritis had been paining him, and whatever Flagg had planned for them this morning was apt to be very unpleasant.
The footsteps reached his cell.
“Get up, Wonder Bread,” a gleeful voice called in. “The Rat-Man has come for yo pale gray ass.”
Larry looked around. A grinning black pirate with a chain of silver dollars around his neck stood at the cell door, a drawn sword in one hand. Behind him stood the bespectacled CPA type. Burlson, his name was.
“What is it?” Larry asked.
“Dear man,” the pirate said, “it is the end. The very end.”
“All right,” Larry said, and got up.
Burlson spoke quickly, and Larry saw that he was scared. “I want you to know that this is not my idea.”
“Nothing around here is, as far as I can see,” Larry said. “Who was killed yesterday?”
“Bateman,” Burlson said, dropping his eyes. “Trying to escape.”
“Trying to escape,” Larry murmured. He began to laugh. Rat-Man joined him, mocked him. They laughed together.
