Thursday, August 16, 2012

Not in a million years would I have remembered that.




Sure, now that I am watching the streaming video of that ancient television episode "Shore Leave" from the television series "Star Trek" on the internet do I recall that I have seen it before. I have seen that episode before a very long time ago and that plot element is familiar. Forgotten but familiar.

I have referenced that episode before but I have not looked back through my journal to see if I had referenced before that plot element about "Ruth." That really startled me having just watched it a short while ago before the timestamp of this blog posting.

On a side note I guess there is an unbelievability to it. William Shatner in love with a female. What are the odds. On a night of the comet William Shatner is looking for Brad Pitt at the Mall and he is the Number One. That is obvious to any Hollywood spectator. Brad Pitt is a willing female for the delusions of the actor William Shatner.

So yeah, now I remember another point I was thinking of a few hours ago.

THE TRUTH.

Brad Pitt is scared now. He is scared because he is being outed as a homosexual.

The United States Central Intelligence Agency - as it core function - is about truth.

You get mixed up with the CIA and you will always be subject to the truth.

There is nothing spoken slanderous and there is nothing printed libelous that is not the truth.

Microsoft Bill Gates is 100% transvestite and that is 100% truth and any mainstream media news agency that does not print today such detail that has become crucial information to the national security of the United States of America is guaranteed conviction and for racketeering activity inside the United States of America for providing material support to a known domestic terrorist organization.










http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/17.htm

Shore Leave

Stardate: 3025.3

Original Airdate: Dec 29, 1966


KIRK: Barrows, give me a report.

TONIA: He had a cloak, sir, and a dagger with jewels on it.

KIRK: Are you sure you're not imagining all this?

TONIA: Captain, I know it sounds incredible, but I did not imagine it any more than I imagined he did this.

MCCOY: Sounds like Don Juan.

TONIA: Yes. Yes. It was so sort of story book walking around here, and I was thinking, all a girl needs is Don Juan. Just day dreaming, the way you would about someone you'd like to meet.

KIRK: Mister Sulu was with you. Where is he now?

TONIA: He ran after him.

KIRK: Stay with her, Doctor.

(He heads off in the direction she indicates)

KIRK: Mister Sulu! Sulu!

(An aerial comes up from a rock and monitors him as he runs along the path)

KIRK: Mister Sulu! Sulu!

[Rocky outcrop]

(The Captain runs across a barren piece of ground towards a rocky outcrop, which suddenly gains palms and banana plants when he gets there.)

KIRK: Sulu!

(He picks an orange flower, and becomes wistful. And there she is, blonde and lovely, her dress half white, half black and roses.)

KIRK: Ruth? Ruth.

RUTH: Jim, darling, it is me. It is Ruth.










http://www.startrek.com/watch_episode/Af0nQfU9LodbLVuNtp5m9biG7OYPHVe6


STAR TREK


Shore Leave

Star Trek: The Original Series

Season 1 Ep. 15

Full Episode (50:67)










http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/17.htm

Shore Leave

Stardate: 3025.3

Original Airdate: Dec 29, 1966


MCCOY: Well, it could have been worse.

KIRK: How?

MCCOY: You could have seen the rabbit.

KIRK: What's the matter, Bones, you getting a persecution complex?

MCCOY: Well, yeah, I'm beginning to feel a little bit picked on, if that's what you mean.

KIRK: I know the feeling very well. I had it at the Academy. An upper classman there. One practical joke after another, and always on me. My own personal devil. A guy by the name of Finnegan.

MCCOY: And you being the very serious young

KIRK: Serious? I'll make a confession, Bones. I was absolutely grim, which delighted Finnegan no end. He's the kind of guy to put a bowl of cold soup in your bed or a bucket of water propped on a half-open door. You never knew where he'd strike next. More tracks. Looks like your rabbit came from over there.

MCCOY: A girl's footprints. The young blonde girl I saw chasing it.

KIRK: Yes. You follow the rabbit. I'll backtrack the girl. I'll meet you around the other side of the hill.

MCCOY: Good. I've got a personal grudge against that rabbit, Jim.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363547/quotes

IMDb


Memorable quotes for

Dawn of the Dead (2004)


Televangelist: How do you think your god will judge you? Well, friends, now we know. When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.










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IMDb

The Internet Movie Database

Release dates for

To Hell and Back (1955)

Country Date

USA 17 August 1955 (San Antonio, Texas)



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amc


AMC Orders Pilots for The Walking Dead and The Killing

AMC announced today two pilot orders for The Walking Dead and The Killing. Based on the comic book series written by Robert Kirkman, The Walking Dead has been in publication since October 2003


Posted by Clayton Neuman January 20, 2010 5:14 pm



http://www.tv.com/shows/the-walking-dead/days-gone-bye-1355050/


tv.com


The Walking Dead

Days Gone Bye

Season 1, Episode 1, Aired Oct 31, 2010


Rick wakes up in a house and Morgan says he changed the bandage because it had been on for awhile. He asks how he got it. Rick says a gunshot. Morgan asks if that's it, and Rick asks why a gunshot isn't enough. Morgan yells for Rick to answer the question honestly like common courtesy. Morgan asks Rick if he got bit or scratched. Rick says he only got shot.










http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/17.htm

Shore Leave

Stardate: 3025.3

Original Airdate: Dec 29, 1966


[Kirk's quarters]

(The Captain is dictating his log in the presence of Yeoman Tonia Barrows)

KIRK: Captain's log. Stardate 3025 er, point 3. We are orbiting an uninhabited planet in the Omicron Delta region. A planet remarkably like Earth, or how we remember Earth to be. Park-like, beautiful, green, flowers, trees, green lawn, quiet and restful. Almost too good to be true.

TONIA: Sir, I don't see your name in any of the shore parties.

KIRK: I may be tired, Yeoman, but I'm not falling apart. Dismissed.

TONIA: Aye, aye, sir.










http://www.online-literature.com/crane/redbadge


THE LITERATURE NETWORK


Stephen Crane


The Red Badge of Courage


http://www.online-literature.com/crane/redbadge/18/


THE LITERATURE NETWORK


Stephen Crane


The Red Badge of Courage


Literature Network » Stephen Crane » The Red Badge of Courage » Chapter 17


The flames bit him, and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle barrel grew so hot that ordinarily he could not have borne it upon his palms; but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it, and pounding them with his clanking, bending ramrod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled the trigger with a fierce grunt, as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.

When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who, seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.

Once he, in his intent hate, was almost alone, and was firing, when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.

He was recalled by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there ain't anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"

He turned then and, pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.

He looked bewildered for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes a diamond point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.

He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who had been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire, and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.

The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth: "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild cats like you I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week!" He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.

Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awestruck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war devil.

The friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, Fleming? Do yeh feel all right? There ain't nothin' th' matter with yeh, Henry, is there?"

"No," said the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed full of knobs and burrs.

These incidents made the youth ponder. It was revealed to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had fought like a pagan who defends his religion. Regarding it, he saw that it was fine, wild, and, in some ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt. By this struggle he had overcome obstacles which he had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper peaks, and he was now what he called a hero. And he had not been aware of the process. He had slept, and, awakening, found himself a knight.

He lay and basked in the occasional stares of his comrades. Their faces were varied in degrees of blackness from the burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were reeking with perspiration, and their breaths came hard and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.

"Hot work! Hot work!" cried the lieutenant deliriously. He walked up and down, restless and eager. Sometimes his voice could be heard in a wild, incomprehensible laugh.

When he had a particularly profound thought upon the science of war he always unconsciously addressed himself to the youth.

There was some grim rejoicing by the men. "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see another new reg'ment like us!"

"You bet!"





- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 06:59 AM Pacific Time USA Thursday 16 August 2012