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Galatea (moon)

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Galatea, also known as Neptune VI, is the fourth closest inner satellite of Neptune.


Galatea was discovered in late July 1989 from the images taken by the Voyager 2 probe. It was given the temporary designation S/1989 N 4 The discovery was announced (IAUC 4824) on August 2, 1989, but the text only talks of "10 frames taken over 5 days", giving a discovery date of sometime before July 28. The name was given on 16 September 1991.



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INTERNATIONAL ASTRONOMICAL UNION

Postal Address: Central Bureau for Astronomical Telegrams

Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory, Cambridge, MA 02138, U.S.A.


SATELLITES OF NEPTUNE

The Voyager Imaging Team reports that three new satellites of Neptune, 1989 N 2, 1989 N 3 and 1989 N 4, have been discovered in Voyager 2 narrow-angle imaging data. Each has been observed in at least ten frames over a time span of five days, during which the measurement error was about 400 km per narrow-angle pixel. The root-mean-square post-fit residuals are a few pixels. The orbits are all prograde and appear to be nearly circular and equatorial, although there are suggestions of either nonzero eccentricity or inclination for 1989 N 3 and 1989 N 4.


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Jesus I must be dreaming.




You know, if you embrace my theories the way I do then I am actually not surprised there are NOT overt signs of cornfields in this film, I think to myself writing this sentence as I have the DVD paused to make this note. Then just before I was about to make this post I thought back to the scene of "Angel" caressing the statue of Jesus Christ in the church, and I barely recall that brief scene but I recall the smirk on her face and I think again about how seriously annoyed I was with the mannequins I kept seeing but my real-life companion in that world did not see mannequins but actual mechanized beings and they told her to not tell me they were mechanized and I did not know about that until she told me about it in the real world.

I mean sure, I think now remembering what I had wrote earlier in my blog about the cornfield. I was on that flight, while everyone else had ducked and covered and I was still sitting up so I could maintain custody of the prisoner, then everything went kind of fuzzy for a second, even more so, and then the quietness was staggering. I have written about that before, that sense in my mind of sudden quietness, and that was me sitting precisely as I had been on the airplane and there was nothing around me but tall stalks of corn and I was still sitting in the same airplane seat but I was all alone in that cornfield and it was suddenly blaring and maddenly blaring quietness. It drives me crazy now just trying to thing again about that.






I think often about how we each struggled with that world. She already knew who I was, I have thought consistently. I guess I would have known who she was. I have wondered if she told me she was married to my biological brother and whether she told me anything about that because I think now consistently that I didn't know anything about him before 1989 although sometimes I have thought otherwise.

She drives away, earlier in the film and the car door is flopping open. The scene started with "Jim" opening the front door of his apartment and leaves were blowing in around the open door and then he is startled to see "Patty" standing there. The dialog has her complaining about how at least his friends had been honest with her.





Nothing about this film is familiar. If I had watched it before then I should recognize at least some of it in the context of watching the film and I do not recognize any details that suggest I have ever before today watched that film.










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Jim Sanders: [ to Angel: ] You know, I really care about Patty. She's - she's - okay, so she's not you, but - please, if you can't look at me without that stupid look of affection on your face then don't look at me at all! Because I've got enough problems, you know, I'm only human. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know, I know it's not your fault. But it's crazy to feel this way about you. Don't you see, we could never have a real life together because you don't belong here. And it's not that I don't feel something and it's not that I don't care. But, I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with you?


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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]


Chapter 43

There was a dead man lying in the middle of Main Street in May, Oklahoma.

Nick wasn’t surprised. He had seen a lot of corpses since leaving Shoyo, and he suspected he hadn’t seen a thousandth of all the dead people he must have passed. In places, the rich smell of death on the air was enough to make you feel like swooning. One more dead man, more or less, wasn’t going to make any difference.

But when the dead man sat up, such an explosion of terror rose in him that he again lost control of his bike. It wavered, then wobbled, then crashed, spilling Nick violently onto the pavement of Oklahoma Route 3. He cut his hands and scraped his forehead.

“Holy gee, mister, but you took a tumble,” the corpse said, coming toward Nick at a pace best described as an amiable stagger. “Didn’t you just? My laws!”

Nick got none of this. He was looking at a spot on the pavement between his hands where drops of blood from his cut forehead were falling, and wondering how badly he had been cut. When the hand touched him on the shoulder he remembered the corpse and scrambled away on the palms of his hands and the soles of his shoes, the eye not covered with the patch bright with terror.

“Don’t you take on so,” the corpse said, and Nick saw he wasn’t a corpse at all but a young man who was looking happily at him. He had most of a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and now Nick understood. Not a corpse but a man who had gotten drunk and had passed out in the middle of the road.

Nick nodded at him and made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. Just then a drop of blood oozed warmly into the eye that Ray Booth had worked over, making it smart. He raised the eyepatch and swiped his forearm across it. He had a little more vision on that side today, but when he closed his good eye, the world still retreated to something which was little more than a colorful blur. He replaced the patch and then walked slowly to the curb and sat beside a Plymouth with Kansas plates which was slowly settling on its tires. He could see the gash on his forehead reflected in the Plymouth’s bumper. It looked ugly but not deep. He would find the local drugstore, disinfect it, and slap a Band-Aid over it. He thought he still must have enough penicillin in his system to fight off almost anything, but his close call from the bullet-scrape on his leg had given him a horror of infection. He picked scraps of gravel out of his palms, wincing.

The man with the bottle of whiskey had been watching all of this with no expression at all. If Nick had looked up, it would have struck him as queer immediately. When he had turned away to examine his wound in the bumper’s reflection, the animation had leaked out of the man’s face. It became empty and clean and unlined. He was wearing bib-alls that were clean but faded and heavy workshoes. He stood about five-nine, and his hair was so blond it was nearly white. His eyes were a bright, empty blue, and with the cornsilk hair, his Swedish or Norwegian descent was unmistakable. He looked no more than twenty-three, but Nick found out later he had to be forty-five or close to it because he could remember the end of the Korean War, and how his daddy had come home in uniform a month later. There was no question that he might have made that up. Invention was not Tom Cullen’s long suit.

He stood there, empty of face, like a robot whose plug has been pulled. Then, little by little, animation seeped back into his face. His whiskey-reddened eyes began to twinkle. He smiled. He had remembered again what this situation called for.

“Holy gee, mister, but you took a tumble. Didn’t you just? My laws!” He blinked at the amount of blood on Nick’s forehead.

Nick had a pad of paper and a Bic in his shirt pocket; neither had been jarred loose by the fall. He wrote: “You just scared me. Thought you were dead until you sat up. I’m okay. Is there a drugstore in town?”

He showed the pad to the man in the bib-alls. The man took it. Looked at what was written there. Handed it back. Smiling, he said, “I’m Tom Cullen. But I can’t read. I only got to third grade but then I was sixteen and my daddy made me quit. He said I was too big.”

Retarded, Nick thought. I can’t talk and he can’t read. For a moment he was utterly nonplussed.

“Holy gee, mister, but you took a tumble!” Tom Cullen exclaimed. In a way, it was the first time for both of them. “My laws, didn’t you just!”

Nick nodded. Replaced the pad and pen. Put a hand over his mouth again and shook his head. Cupped his hands over his ears and shook his head. Placed his left hand against his throat and shook his head.

Cullen grinned, puzzled. “Got a toothache? I had one once. Gee, it hurt. Didn’t it just? My laws!”

Nick shook his head and went through his dumbshow again. Cullen guessed earache this time. Nick threw his hands up and went over to his bike. The paint, was scraped, but it didn’t seem hurt. He got on and pedaled a little way up the street. Yes, it was all right. Cullen jogged alongside, smiling happily. His eyes never left Nick. He hadn’t seen anyone for most of a week.

“Don’t you feel like talkin?” he asked, but Nick didn’t look around or appear to have heard. Tom tugged at his sleeve and repeated his question.

The man on the bike put his hand over his mouth and shook his head. Tom frowned. Now the man had put his bike on its kickstand and was looking at the storefronts. He seemed to see what he wanted, because he went over to the sidewalk and then to Mr. Norton’s drugstore. If he wanted to go in there it was just too bad, because the drug was locked up. Mr. Norton had left town. Just about everybody had locked up and left town, it seemed like, except for Mom and her friend Mrs. Blakely, and they were both dead.

Now the no-talking-man was trying the door. Tom could have told him it was no use even though the OPEN sign was on the door. The OPEN sign was a liar. Too bad, because Tom would dearly have loved an ice cream soda. It was a lot better than the whiskey, which had made him feel good at first and then made him sleepy and then had made his head ache fit to split. He had gone to sleep to get away from the headache but he had had a lot of crazy dreams about a man in a black suit like the one that Revrunt Deiffenbaker always wore. The man in the black suit chased him through the dreams. He seemed like a very bad man to Tom. The only reason he had gone to drinking in the first place was because he wasn’t supposed to, his daddy had told him that, and Mom too, but now everyone was gone, so what? He would if he wanted to.

But what was the no-talking-man doing now? Picked up the litter basket from the sidewalk and he was going to… what? Break Mr. Norton’s window? CRASH! By God and by damn if he didn’t! And now he was reaching through, unlocking the door…

“Hey, mister, you can’t do that!” Tom cried, his voice throbbing with outrage and excitement. “That’s illegal! M-O-O-N and that spells il -legal. Don’t you know—”

But the man was already inside and he never turned around.

“What are you, anyway, deaf?” Tom called indignantly. “My laws! Are you…”

He trailed off. The animation and excitement left his face. He was the robot with the pulled plug again. In May it had not been an, uncommon sight to see Feeble Tom like this. He would be walking along the street, looking into shop windows with that eternally happy expression on his slightly rounded Scandahoovian face, and all of a sudden he would stop dead and go blank. Someone might shout, “There goes Tom! ” and there would be laughter. If Tom’s daddy was with him he would scowl and elbow Tom, perhaps even sock him repeatedly on the shoulder or the back until Tom came to life. But Tom’s daddy had been around less and less over the first half of 1988 because he was stepping out with a redheaded waitress who worked at Boomer’s Bar & Grille. Her name was DeeDee Packalotte (and weren’t there some jokes about that name), and about a year ago she and Don Cullen run off together. They had been seen just once, in a cheap fleabag motel not far away, in Slapout, Oklahoma, and that had been the last of them.

Most folks took Tom’s sudden blankouts as a further sign of retardation, but they were actually instances of nearly normal thinking. The human thinking process is based (or so the psychologists tell us) on deduction and induction, and the retarded person is incapable of making these deductive and inductive leaps. There are lines down somewhere inside, circuits shorted out, fouled switches. Tom Cullen was not severely retarded, and he was capable of making simple connections. Every now and then—during his blankouts—he would be capable of making a more sophisticated inductive or deductive connection. He would feel the possibility of making such a connection the way a normal person will sometimes feel a name dancing “right on the tip of his tongue.” When it happened, Tom would dismiss his real world, which was nothing more or less than an instant-by-instant flow of sensory input, and go into his mind. He would be like a man in a darkened unfamiliar room who holds the plug-end of a lampcord in one hand and who goes crawling around on the floor, bumping into things and feeling with his free hand for the electrical socket. And if he found it he didn’t always—there would be a burst of illumination and he would see the room (or the idea) plain. Tom was a sensory creature. A list of his favorite things would have included the taste of an ice cream soda at Mr. Norton’s fountain, watching a pretty girl in a short dress waiting on the corner to cross the street, the smell of lilac, the feel of silk. But more than any of these things he loved the intangible, he loved that moment when the connection would be made, the switch cleared (at least momentarily), the light would go on in the dark room. It didn’t always happen; often the connection eluded him. This time it didn’t.

He had said, What are you, anyway, deaf?

The man hadn’t acted like he heard what Tom was saying except for those times he had been looking right at him. And the man hadn’t said anything to him, not even hi. Sometimes people didn’t answer Tom when he asked questions because something in his face told them he was soft upstairs. But when that happened, the person who wouldn’t answer looked mad or sad or kind of blushy. This man didn’t act like that—he had given Tom a circle made of his thumb and forefinger and Tom knew that meant Okey Dokey… but still he didn’t talk.

Hands over his ears and a shake of his head.

Hands over his mouth and the same.

Hands over his neck and the same again.

The room lit up: connection made.

“My laws!” Tom said, and the animation came back into his face. His bloodshot eyes glowed. He rushed into Norton’s Drugstore, forgetting that it was illegal to do so. The no-talking-man was squirting something that smelled like Bactine onto cotton and was then wiping the cotton on his forehead.

“Hey mister!” Tom said, rushing up. The no-talking-man didn’t turn around. Tom was momentarily puzzled, and then he remembered. He tapped Nick on the shoulder and Nick turned. “You’re deaf n dumb, right? Can’t hear! Can’t talk! Right?”

Nick nodded. And to him, Tom’s reaction was nothing short of amazing. He jumped into the air and clapped his hands wildly.

“I thought of it! Hooray for me! I thought of it myself! Hooray for Tom Cullen!”

Nick had to grin. He couldn’t remember when his disability had brought someone so much pleasure.










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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]


“What do we do with him?” Ken DeMott asked.

“Let him sleep,” Lloyd answered. “Flagg wants him.”

“Yeah? Where the Christ is Flagg, anyway?” another asked. Lloyd turned to look at the man, who was balding and stood a full foot taller than Lloyd. Nonetheless, he drew back a step at Lloyd’s gaze. The stone around Lloyd’s neck was the only one that was not solid jet; in the center gleamed a small and disquieting red flaw.

“Are you that anxious to see him, Hec?” Lloyd asked.

“No,” the balding man said. “Hey, Lloyd, you know I didn’t—”

“Sure.” Lloyd looked down at the man sleeping on the blackjack table. “Flagg will be around,” he said. “He’s been waiting for this guy. This guy is something special.”

On the table, oblivious of all this, Trashcan Man slept on.

Trash and The Kid spent the night of July 18 in a motel in Golden, Colorado. The Kid picked two rooms with a connecting door. The connecting door was locked. The Kid, now well in the bag, solved this minor problem by blowing the lock off with three bullets from one of his .45s.

The Kid raised one tiny boot and kicked the door. It shuddered open in a fine blue haze of gunsmoke.

“Betcha fuckin A,” he said. “Which room? Take your pick, Trashy.”

Trashcan Man opted for the room on the right, and for a while was left alone. The Kid had gone out someplace. Trashcan Man was slowly considering the idea of simply fading away into the gloom before something really bad could happen—trying to balance that possibility against his lack of transportation—when The Kid returned. Trashcan Man was alarmed to see that he was pushing a shopping cart which was full of six-packs of Coors beer. The doll’s eyes were now bloodshot and rimmed with red. The pompadour hairdo was coming unraveled like a broken and expanding clockspring, and greasy bunches of hair now hung down over The Kid’s ears and cheeks, making him look like some dangerous (albeit absurd) caveman who had found a leather jacket left by a time-traveler and put it on.










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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]


But they saw no one that day, and on the tenth it was Julie Lawry they ran across.

The day was another scorcher. They had pedaled most of the afternoon with their shirts tied around their waists, and both of them were getting brown as Indians. They hadn’t been making very good time, not today, because of the apples. The green apples.

They had found them growing on an old apple tree in a farmyard, green and small and sour, but they had both been deprived of fresh fruit for a long time, and they tasted ambrosial. Nick made himself stop after two, but Tom ate six, greedily, one after the other, right down to the cores. He had ignored Nick’s motions that he should stop; when he got an idea in his head, Tom Cullen could be every bit as attractive as a wayward child of four.

So, beginning around eleven in the morning and continuing through the rest of the afternoon, Tom had the squats. Sweat ran off him in small creeks. He groaned. He had to get off his bike and walk it up even shallow hills. Despite his irritation at the poor time they were making, Nick couldn’t help a certain rueful amusement.

When they reached the town of Pratt around 4 P.M., Nick decided that was it for the day. Tom collapsed gratefully on a bus-stop bench in the shade and dozed off at once. Nick left him there and went along the deserted business section in search of a drugstore. He would get some Pepto-Bismol and force Tom to drink it when he woke up, whether Tom wanted to or not. If it took a whole bottle to cork Tom up, so be it. Nick wanted to make up some time tomorrow.

He found a Rexall between the Pratt Theater and the local Norge. He slipped in through the open door, and stood for a moment smelling the familiar hot, unaired, stale smell. There were other odors mixed in, strong and cloying. Perfume was the strongest. Perhaps some of the bottles had burst in the heat.

Nick glanced around, looking for the stomach medicines, trying to remember if Pepto-Bismol went over in the heat. Well, the label would say. His eyes slipped past a mannequin and two rows to the right he saw what he wanted. He had taken two steps that way when he realized that he had never before seen a mannequin in a drugstore.

He looked back and what he saw was Julie Lawry.

She was standing perfectly still, a bottle of perfume in one hand, the small glass wand you used to daub the stuff on in the other. Her china-blue eyes were wide in stunned, disbelieving surprise. Her brown hair was drawn back and tied with a brilliant silk scarf that hung halfway down her back. She was wearing a pink middy sweater and bluejeans shorts that were almost abbreviated enough to be mistaken for panties. There was a rash of pimples on her forehead and a hell of a good one right in the middle of her chin.

She and Nick stared at each other across half the length of the deserted drugstore, both frozen now. Then the bottle of perfume dropped from her fingers, shattered like a bomb, and a hothouse reek filled the store, making it smell like a funeral parlor.

“Jesus, are you real?” she asked in a trembling voice.

Nick’s heart had begun to race, and he could feel his blood thudding crazily in his temples. Even his eyesight had begun to wham in and out a little, making dots of light race across his field of vision.

He nodded.

“You ain’t a ghost?”

He shook his head.

“Then say somethin. If you ain’t a ghost, say somethin.”

Nick put a hand across his mouth, then on his throat.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Her voice had taken on a slightly hysterical tone. Nick couldn’t hear it… but he could sense it, see it on her face. He was afraid to step toward her, because if he did, she would run. He didn’t think she was afraid of seeing another person; what she was afraid of was that she was seeing a hallucination, and she was cracking up. Again, he felt that wave of frustration. If he could only talk —

Instead, he went through his pantomime again. It was, after all, the only thing he could do. This time understanding dawned.

“You can’t talk? You’re a mute?”

Nick nodded.

She gave a high laugh that was mostly frustration. “You mean somebody finally showed up and it’s a mute guy?”










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[Skaara starts drawing on one of the cave walls. Daniel warms his hands by the fire embers. Everyone else is asleep.]

DANIEL
What are you drawing?

SKAARA
(smiling)
The day of our victory.

[Daniel sees the drawing is the pyramid with three circles for the three moons. He stands up and comes closer. He begins drawing himself.]

DANIEL
(drawing lines)
Connect the moons. This is the symbol for this planet. That's it. The point of origin.

[Kawalski approaches.]

KAWALSKI
What are you doing?

DANIEL
I found it!

KAWALSKI
What are you talking about?

DANIEL
The seventh symbol.










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Phoebe (moon)

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Phoebe is an irregular satellite of Saturn. It is thought to be a captured planetesimal from the Kuiper belt. It was discovered by William Henry Pickering on 17 March 1899 from photographic plates that had been taken starting on 16 August 1898 at the Boyden Observatory near Arequipa, Peru, by DeLisle Stewart. It was the first satellite to be discovered photographically.










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Callisto (moon)

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Callisto (Jupiter IV) is a moon of the planet Jupiter. It was discovered in 1610 by Galileo Galilei. It is the third-largest moon in the Solar System and the second largest in the Jovian system, after Ganymede. Callisto has about 99% the diameter of the planet Mercury but only about a third of its mass. It is the fourth Galilean moon of Jupiter by distance, with an orbital radius of about 1,880,000 km. It does not form part of the orbital resonance that affects three inner Galilean satellites—Io, Europa and Ganymede—and thus does not experience appreciable tidal heating. Callisto's rotation is tidally locked to its revolution around Jupiter, so that the same hemisphere always faces inward; Jupiter appears to stand still in Callisto's sky. Callisto is less affected by Jupiter's magnetosphere than the other inner satellites because it orbits farther away.










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Tigh: Munitions depot confirmed, but we have two problems. One, the Ragnar station is at least three days away at best speed. Two, the entire Cylon fleet is between here and there.

Adama: Specialist.

Specialist: Sir.

Adama: Bring me our position.

Specialist: Yes, sir.

Tigh: You don't want to do this.

Adama: I know I don't.

Tigh: Because any sane man wouldn't. It's been, what, twenty, twenty-two years?

Adama: We trained for this.

Tigh: Training is one thing, but - if we're off in our calculations by even a few degrees, we could end up in the middle of the sun.

Adama: No choice. Colonel Tigh, please plot a hyperlight jump from our position to the orbit of Ragnar.

Tigh: Yes, sir.

Dualla: (in tears) Priority message, sir.

Tigh: Engineering, spin up FTL drives one and two.





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GEORGE WASHINGTON (SSN 598)
(ex-SSBN 598)
SUBMARINE (NUCLEAR-POWERED)
Class: SSN 598

Award Date: 12/31/1957
Keel Date: 11/01/1957
Launch Date: 06/09/1959
Commission Date: 12/30/1959
Decommission Date: 01/24/1985



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USS George Washington (SSBN 598)

USS GEORGE WASHINGTON was the Navy's first nuclear-powered fleet ballistic missile submarine.





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(Galactica - the flight pods are retracting.)

Tigh: The board is green. The ship reports ready to jump, sir.

Adama: Then take us to Ragnar, Colonel.

Tigh: Lt. Gaeta.

Gaeta: Yes, sir.

Tigh: Execute the jump.

Gaeta: (on intercom) All decks prepare for immediate FTL jump. (He puts a blue crystal device in one of the consoles and turns it.) Clock is running. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...

(Hangar)

Cally: I hate this part.

(CIC)

Gaeta: One. Jumping. (Everything goes a bit weird. The ship jumps.)





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William Adama: Report.

Gaeta: Taking a bearing now. We appear to be in geosynchronous orbit directly above the Ragnar anchorage.

Battlestar Galactica bridge crew: [ applause ]










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Nereid (moon)

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Nereid, also known as Neptune II, is the third-largest moon of Neptune. It has a highly eccentric orbit. Nereid was discovered by Gerard Kuiper in 1949 and was the second moon of Neptune to be discovered.


Orbit and rotation

Nereid orbits Neptune in the prograde direction at an average distance of 5,513,400 km (3,425,900 mi), but its high eccentricity of 0.7507 takes it as close as 1,372,000 km (853,000 mi) and as far as 9,655,000 km (5,999,000 mi) from the planet.










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The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)


[last lines]

Klaatu: I am leaving soon, and you will forgive me if I speak bluntly. The universe grows smaller every day, and the threat of aggression by any group, anywhere, can no longer be tolerated. There must be security for all, or no one is secure. Now, this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Your ancestors knew this when they made laws to govern themselves and hired policemen to enforce them. We, of the other planets, have long accepted this principle.










Another scene where they incriminate themselves.





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1.01 "Children Of The Gods Part 1" [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ][ INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE ]

INT—INFIRMARY

[Ferretti is sitting kind of upright, still tubed and looking rough, with a laptop on the table over his bed. Carter moves to his side.]

CARTER
(to nurse)
I'll take over now. Thanks.

O'NEILL
Ferretti, I know you're probably not feeling so hot, but we need something from you.

[Carter looks at what he's typing on the laptop screen.]

CARTER
Look's like he's way ahead of you, Colonel.

[They watch as he calls up seven 'gate symbols.]

O'NEILL
You saw all seven symbols? This is where they went? You sure?

FERRETTI
Mmm…










Pilot Movie 1: The Six Million Dollar Man - DVD video

7 March 1973

00:51:18


Steve Austin: Look, I will not work for the OSO, period!

Oliver Spencer: Why? Why? Because you had an experience this afternoon that made you feel a little like, oh, some kind of a Frankenstein monster, eh? And now you hold the OSO responsible for those feelings simply because we gave you those two legs and that arm and that eye to see out of?










From 3/7/1973 ( premiere US TV series pilot "The Six Million Dollar Man"::"The Moon and the Desert" ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 8908 days

8908 = 4454 + 4454

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 1/12/1978 ( premiere US TV series episode "In Search of..."::"Astrology" ) is 4454 days



From 4/23/1939 ( Lee Majors ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 21280 days

21280 = 10640 + 10640

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 12/20/1994 ( in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 10640 days



From 4/1/1960 ( premiere US TV series episode "Rawhide"::"Incident of the Stargazer" ) To 12/25/1991 ( as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) is 11590 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 11590 days



From 6/27/1994 ( United States Navy Fleet Admiral Thomas Reagan the pilot and plane crash survivor along with me Kerry Wayne Burgess - circa 1990 also known for official duty as Wayne Newman the Deputy United States Marshal and then as Chief Deputy United States Marshal and the active duty commissioned officer of the United States Marine Corps - and the other Lockheed L-1011 aircraft passengers and crew murdered in a scheduled terrorism-sabotage attack by Bill Gates-Nazi-Microsoft-Corbis-NASA-George Bush the cowardly violent criminal by causing the external mounted Orbital Sciences Pegasus space satellite booster rocket to explode and fatally disable our aircraft ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 1126 days

1126 = 563 + 563

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 5/19/1967 ( premiere US TV movie "The Time Stopper" ) is 563 days



From 4/9/1940 ( premiere US film "Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe" ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 20928 days

20928 = 10464 + 10464

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/27/1994 ( United States Navy Fleet Admiral Thomas Reagan the pilot and plane crash survivor along with me Kerry Wayne Burgess - circa 1990 also known for official duty as Wayne Newman the Deputy United States Marshal and then as Chief Deputy United States Marshal and the active duty commissioned officer of the United States Marine Corps - and the other Lockheed L-1011 aircraft passengers and crew murdered in a scheduled terrorism-sabotage attack by Bill Gates-Nazi-Microsoft-Corbis-NASA-George Bush the cowardly violent criminal by causing the external mounted Orbital Sciences Pegasus space satellite booster rocket to explode and fatally disable our aircraft ) is 10464 days



From 2/24/1950 ( premiere US film "How to Ride a Horse" ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 17320 days

17320 = 8660 + 8660

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/19/1989 ( Bill Gates-Microsoft-George Bush kills 111 passengers and crew of United Airlines Flight 232 and destroys the United Airlines Flight 232 aircraft because I was a passenger of United Airlines Flight 232 as United States Navy Petty Officer Second Class Kerry Wayne Burgess and I was assigned to maintain custody of a non-violent offender military prisoner of the United States ) is 8660 days



From 10/25/1957 ( premiere US film "The Amazing Colossal Man" ) To 7/19/1989 ( Bill Gates-Microsoft-George Bush kills 111 passengers and crew of United Airlines Flight 232 and destroys the United Airlines Flight 232 aircraft because I was a passenger of United Airlines Flight 232 as United States Navy Petty Officer Second Class Kerry Wayne Burgess and I was assigned to maintain custody of a non-violent offender military prisoner of the United States ) is 11590 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/27/1997 ( premiere US TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere episode "Children of the Gods" ) is 11590 days



[See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/03/fathers-day.html ]



http://www.tv.com/shows/stargate-sg-1/children-of-the-gods-1-7319/


tv.com


Stargate SG-1 Season 1 Episode 1

Children of the Gods (1)


The System Lord Apophis launches an attack through the Stargate, tucked away by the military after the events of the movie, and the SGC program is reactivated and given a new objective - seek out and find the alien invaders and defeat them. Jack O'Neill is called out of retirement and sent to locate Daniel Jackson on Abydos.


AIRED: 7/27/97










http://articles.latimes.com/1989-07-20/news/mn-5139_1_crash-landing


Los Angeles Times


Jet Carrying 293 Crashes, Burns in Iowa; 166 Survive

July 20, 1989|J. MICHAEL KENNEDY and BOB BAKER | Times Staff Writers


SIOUX CITY, Iowa — A crippled United Airlines DC-10 crashed a half-mile short of a runway while trying to make an emergency landing Wednesday afternoon, bursting into a cartwheeling fireball that broke into what one eyewitness described as "15,000 pieces" and killing at least 123 of the 293 passengers and crew members on board.

Remarkably, as many as 166 persons survived the violent crash, according to Richard Vohs, a spokesman for Iowa Gov. Terry E. Branstad. The fate of four others was not immediately known.


Tail Engine Explodes

The plane's tail engine exploded before the crash but it was not immediately clear how the explosion contributed to what a Federal Aviation Administration spokesman called "complete hydraulic failure," an occurrence regarded as extremely rare in the wide-bodied DC-10, which has three independent hydraulic systems that operate all the plane's control surfaces on its wings and tail, and landing gear and brakes.

As rescuers worked underneath floodlights to remove bodies from the crash site, original estimates of the death toll--one as high as 190, which would have made the crash the second worst in U.S. history--were reduced.

"We don't have a firm count" of the dead, Vohs acknowledged at a press conference seven hours after the crash. "But right now, the number (of survivors) confirmed is 166."

The survivors of Wednesday's United Flight 232 from Denver to Philadelphia via Chicago included several dozen passengers who managed to walk out of a dark, smoke-filled, upside-down section of the jet after it broke off and came to rest in a tall cornfield off the runway.

"I walked out (through the back of the plane) and found myself in the cornfield," passenger David Landsberger told Cable News Network. "We were all walking around in shock. I just walked through it like it was a dream. I was a little dazed."

"It's the goddamndest thing I ever saw in my life," said Charles Mertz of Castle Rock, Colo., another of those who walked away.

Suitcases, paper, mail, clothes, chunks of burning metal and bodies were strewn over the inactive runway at Sioux Gateway Airport, where the plane crashed after desperately circling for a half-hour.

One hundred ambulances, fire trucks and helicopters from as far away as South Dakota plucked out the victims. The search for bodies was difficult because some of them were scattered in the cornfield. Many of the survivors were listed in critical condition with burns or broken bones.

United Airlines declined to comment on the number of survivors or to release the names of the 282 passengers and 11 crew members.










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Stargate: The Movie


EXT—HOTEL ENTRANCE, DAY

[Rain pours down as Daniel, carrying two large suitcases, exits the hotel. He pulls his jacket's hood over his head to provide some protection and tries to cover his one suitcase with his coat. An uniformed man with an umbrella approaches from a car parked just outside the hotel.]

KAWALSKI
Doctor Jackson?

DANIEL
What? Yes?

KAWALSKI
Someone wants to speak with you.

INT—CAR

[Catherine flips through a file, which includes a diploma from UCLA, as the officer continues to talk to Daniel.]

DANIEL
The Air Force? What's this? What is this?

KAWALSKI
Could you step over to the car, please.

[Catherine glances over just as Daniel bends down and squints to look inside, while still several feet away.]

KAWALSKI
Sir?

DANIEL
Am I going somewhere?

[The car driver, also standing with an umbrella just outside the door, opens it for Daniel as he approaches.]

KAWALSKI
You're going to be fine. We'll take care of these.

[He takes Daniel's shoulder bag as Daniel cautiously drops his other suitcase and sits in the car. He warily looks at Catherine. She passes over a photograph of a smiling couple playing with a baby.]

CATHERINE
Jackson, are those your parents?

[Daniel glances from her to the photograph, his motion to lower his hood arrested for a moment.]

DANIEL
Foster parents.

[Catherine replaces the photograph and continues to look at the file.]

DANIEL
Wha-what is this all about?

CATHERINE
A job.

DANIEL
(with a nervous chuckle)
What kind of a job?

CATHERINE
Translation. Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. Interested?

[Catherine smiles at him. Daniel continues to look at her.]

DANIEL
I-I'm gonna go now.

CATHERINE
Go where?
(chuckles)
I mean, you've just been evicted from your apartment. Your grants have run out. Everything you own are in those two bags. Want to prove that your theories are right? This is your chance.

[She holds out an envelope, gesturing for him to take it. Daniel glances from her to the envelope before taking it.]

DANIEL
What's this?

CATHERINE
Travel plans.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033731/releaseinfo

IMDb


Release dates for

How to Ride a Horse (1950)

Country Date

USA 24 February 1950










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FERRETTI
Hey. Isn't there something you should be doing right now? Like...getting us out of here?

[Ferretti throws the suitcase at Daniel, who ducks. The suitcase flies over him and down a sand dune. The team watches Ferretti, looking amused. Daniel looks down at his suitcase, then at the item still in his hand.]

DANIEL
Foot powder. Great.

[He drops the foot powder and heads down to retrieve his suitcase. Freeman slaps hands with Ferretti.]

FREEMAN
Now that's cold.

[Daniel's suitcase has broken open, so Daniel is recovering all his books from the dune.]

INT—STARGATE ROOM

[O'Neil continues to assemble the device, adding a timer, pausing when he sees someone approaching. He finishes his assembly and closes the panel as Kawalski enters.]

KAWALSKI
Base camp is up, sir.

[O'Neil checks a small remote device and surreptitiously hides it from Kawalski.]

EXT—SAND DUNE, DAY

[Daniel has taken a break from retrieving his books and sits to eat a Fifth Avenue candy bar. He notices some large animal round prints in the sand and stands. The prints continue past his sight over the dune. He begins to follow the prints, finding over the next dune a large animal munching on some desert vegetation. It is a mastadge, and it has a harness. Daniel looks around, but no one is nearby.]

EXT—CAMP, DAY

[O'Neil arrives at the camp and puts down his equipment. He looks around.]

O'NEIL
Where's Jackson?

[They all look blankly at him.]

EXT—SAND DUNES, DAY

[The mastadge looks up nervously as Daniel approaches.]

DANIEL
(softly)
It's okay. It's okay. Sh-sh-sh. That's a good boy.

[He holds out his hand, palm up for the mastadge to sniff. The mastadge rears its head, then calms. It starts sniffing his other hand, which still holds the candy bar.]

DANIEL
What? You want some of this? Here you go, you like that?

[He breaks off a piece of the candy and holds it out. The mastadge takes it gently from his hand.]

DANIEL
There you go.

O'NEIL
I wouldn't feed that thing!

[O'Neil and Kawakski have arrived at the top of the dune. They're pointing their weapons down at the mastadge. Daniel looks up and grabs the harness.]

DANIEL
It's got a harness! It's domesticated!

[He pets the side of the mastadge, but something has spooked the creature. It rears. Daniel backs up, entangling his ankle in the loose rope attached to the mastadge's harness. As the mastadge runs away, Daniel is swooped off his feet and pulled behind it.]

O'NEIL
Aw, damn it!

[He starts running after Daniel and the mastage. Kawalski cups his hand and shouts.]

KAWALSKI
Let go of it!

[Daniel yells out as he's dragged along across the sands, unable to gain purchase on anything or reach the ropes!]

DANIEL
Ahh! Help me!

[O'Neil and others chase after the beast.]

DANIEL
Help me! Aaaah!

[O'Neil and the others stop, out of breath. The mastadge is still going strong, running through the desert sands, Daniel dragged behind, yelling.]

EXT—DESERT, DAY

[An unconscious Daniel gets licked in the face by the mastadge. He comes to, choking at the vile smell. O'Neil, Kawalski, and Brown are just reaching him.]

BROWN
You okay, Jackson?










http://www.deseretnews.com/article/56052/PILOTS-SKILL-CREDITED-FOR-SAVING-176.html


Deseret News


PILOT'S SKILL CREDITED FOR SAVING 176

DC-10 LOST PARTS BEFORE CRASH-LANDING

By AP, Reuters

Published: Thursday, July 20 1989 12:00 a.m. MDT


The skill of a veteran pilot may have saved the lives of the 176 people who survived a fiery crash of a United Airlines DC-10 as it made an emergency landing Wednesday afternoon.

For 30 gut-wrenching minutes before the crash, the pilot struggled to fly the disabled plane 50 miles - after the tail cone section fell off - to the Sioux City airport.Then, as emergency personnel watched helplessly, the huge plane slammed down on the runway, flipped over, lost its wings and burst into a huge fireball, spewing wreckage and bodies into an adjacent cornfield. Yet many walked away from the flaming wreckage, and at least 176 survived.

"Our pilot was a hero. He really saved our butts










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: ----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry Burgess

To: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Tuesday, May 16, 2006 9:59:51 PM

Subject: Re: Star Trek: TNG: The Best of Both Worlds, July 1, 1990


JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Kerry Burgess wrote:
I wonder if 43989.1 could represent February 1989? That is when that episode titled "Measure of a man" aired, where "Data sits in judgment" It was sometime around then when I was interviewed by the CO of the Charleston Navy Hospital, which I thought was unusal. He later participated along with my regular doctor, in my hip surgery in April 1989.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 16 May 2006 excerpt ends]










http://www.deseretnews.com/article/56052/PILOTS-SKILL-CREDITED-FOR-SAVING-176.html


Deseret News


PILOT'S SKILL CREDITED FOR SAVING 176

DC-10 LOST PARTS BEFORE CRASH-LANDING

By AP, Reuters

Published: Thursday, July 20 1989 12:00 a.m. MDT


The skill of a veteran pilot may have saved the lives of the 176 people who survived a fiery crash of a United Airlines DC-10 as it made an emergency landing Wednesday afternoon.

For 30 gut-wrenching minutes before the crash, the pilot struggled to fly the disabled plane 50 miles - after the tail cone section fell off - to the Sioux City airport.Then, as emergency personnel watched helplessly, the huge plane slammed down on the runway, flipped over, lost its wings and burst into a huge fireball, spewing wreckage and bodies into an adjacent cornfield. Yet many walked away from the flaming wreckage, and at least 176 survived.

"Our pilot was a hero. He really saved our butts," said John Transue, 40, a survivor of the crash.

The airline also praised the pilot, A.C. Haynes of Seattle, a 30-year veteran who fought for 45 minutes to bring the plane in for an emergency landing after an apparent explosion in an engine damaged its controls.

Survivors painted a picture of calm in the moments before the impact, as the pilot warned all aboard to brace for a rough landing. Those who survived described the aftermath as horrifying.

"I thought I was going to die," said 8-year-old Ben Radtke of Prarie View, Ill., who was carried out of the fractured fuselage by a passenger. The boy, shaking but unhurt, clutched a United Airlines button and a pair of plastic pilot's wings as he spoke.

National Guardsmen scoured the cornfield Thursday for survivors or victims. But CNN reported that emergency officials believe most of the 43 missing were in the fuselage and likely did not survive.

Rescuers found 74 bodies from the crash of United Airlines Flight 232, some scattered on an inactive Sioux Gateway Airport runway, some strapped to their seats and some in a field of corn 4 feet high.

A flight recorder also was recovered, authorities said.

Flight 232, from Denver to Philadelphia via Chicago, carried 11 crew members and 282 passengers, including three infants, said United spokesman Lawrence Nagin.

The Seattle-based cockpit crew survived and was being treated for injuries at a hospital, Nagin said.

In addition to Haynes, a 33-year United veteran, the crew included First Officer W.R. Records and Second Officer D.J. Dvorak.

The 15-year-old jumbo jet had "complete hydraulic failure" before Wednesday afternoon's crash, Federal Aviation Administration spokesman Fred Farrar said.

Hydraulic systems provide power steering that allows pilots to manipulate the wing and tail controls of the jumbo jet. Without it, aviation officials say the plane would be uncontrollable.

The tail engine failed, and this may have caused a hydraulic failure, said Bob Raynesford, another FAA spokesman. The plane's three independent hydraulic systems are routed to the tail section.

Nagin said he did not know if hydraulic problems were a factor.

The crash left a swath of charred runway and strewed bits of people's lives over an area larger than three football fields: two sets of golf clubs, a wallet photo of a brunette in her prom dress, a Reebok tennis shoe, a purple hairdryer, one black high-heeled shoe and a collection of Marilyn Monroe photographs.

Parts of the plane, apparently from the tail piece and engine, were found about 50 miles away.

Four people near Alta, 55 miles east of Sioux City, discovered one piece, 6 or 7 feet high and 6 feet long, in a corn field.

Four miles away, Allen and Phil Jahde found three pieces of the plane scattered in their cornfield. Phil Jahde said one piece was a 6-foot-long metal band, engraved ENG 2.

"It's remarkable to us that he made it that far back with the pieces he's losing," he said.










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CATHERINE
Jackson, I'd like you to meet General West.

[West approaches and puts out his hand. Daniel shakes it.]

DANIEL
Oh, hello. Oh, right. General.

[West moves to his seat. Daniel tries to put down his things, nodding to another military man.]

DANIEL
Hello. Okay.

WEST
So, you think you've solved in fourteen days what they couldn't solve in two years?

DANIEL
(surprised)
Two years?

WEST
Any time.

[O'Neil enters. Daniel starts passing around several of his rolled papers. ]

DANIEL
Um, I have some stuff for you to look at. Just, um, pass-pass them down. Um, you'll have to share them, cause I um...
(chuckles nervously)
...Sorry, I—Sorry, I don't have enough of those. But, anyway...

[He sits and starts looking at his own copy, starting to sound more confident.]

DANIEL
Okay, all right, we're obviously looking at a picture of the cover stones. Now, on the outer track, these figures that you would believe to be words to be translated were, in fact...

[He stands again and shuffles his papers, pushing some larger pieces aside and into some people next to him to roll out a star chart.]

DANIEL
—sorry about that—were in fact star constellations. Now these constellations were placed in a unique order forming a map or an address of sorts. Seven points to outline a course to a position.

[Daniel turns to the metal wall behind him, on which a picture of the cover stones has already been taped. He tapes up another paper and begins to draw on it. O'Neil lights a cigarette.]

DANIEL
And uh...to find a destination within any three dimensional space, you need six points to determine the exact location.

[Daniel draws a cube and places a dot in the center of each of the six "sides" of the cube and then draws lines between them all to intersect at a spot in the cube.]

WEST
You said you needed seven points.

DANIEL
Well, no, six for the destination. But to chart a course, you need a point of origin.

[He draws a point some distance from a cube and then a line to where all the cube spots intersect.]

MYERS
Except there's only six symbols in the cartouche.

DANIEL
Well, the seventh actually isn't inside the cartouche, it's just below it, here designated by a little pyramid with two funny neat little guys and funny little line coming out of the top.

[He circles an upside down v that has a symbol above its apex and two human-like figures on each side of the "v" shape and then proceeds to draw it again roughly on the wall next to his chart while he talks. When finished, he laughs at his bad drawing. No one else laughs.]

DANIEL
Anyway...

CATHERINE
He did it.

MYERS
No. That symbol isn't anywhere on the device.

DANIEL
Uh-what device? Um?

[West looks to O'Neil, who shrugs.]

WEST
Show him.

[Shore squeezes Catherine's hand as they both smile. Kawalski stands and goes over by Daniel, pressing a button. The metal "wall" Daniel has been using as a dry erase board is actually a blast shield that rises. Daniel looks out of the window into the room beyond. The Stargate sits there. A metal ramp is in front of it, and various personnel are working around it. Catherine comes up to stand beside Daniel.]

DANIEL
What is that?

CATHERINE
It's your Stargate.



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 03:25 AM Pacific Time Seattle USA Saturday 30 March 2013