Saturday, March 22, 2014

Apollo, I have a funny feeling about this.



























JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/12/2006 8:51 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clocks_%28song%29
Released March 24, 2003

"Clocks" is the third single from Coldplay's second album, A Rush of Blood to the Head.


The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that cant be named


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 7:43 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: Journal June 20, 2006, Supplemental


Also, it is logical to assume that I did advise against invading Iraq in 1991. Not sure though. I wouldn't be surprised that I wanted to go all the way and I was frustrated that Bush didn't want to invade. Don't know. I am hoping that I did advise to not go in. Of course, that would explain a lot about my current situation. Reagan guided me to learn how to make the right choice in these situations and that is now embarassing to the current administration, thus letting me die last year would have been icing on the cake for them. I understand now why I let loose that line about a President's career was supposed to be about getting it right the first time. That is pretty funny in hindsight. Except for all the good people that are dying right now. I'm pretty unhappy with my personal circumstances, too.


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http://www.azlyrics.com/c/cake.html

AZ LYRICS UNIVERSE

Cake

album: "Comfort Eagle" (2001)



http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cake/operasinger.html

CAKE


"Opera Singer"

I am an Opera Singer
I stand on painted Tape
It tells me where I'm going
And where to throw my cape

I call my co-star's brother
I call my co-star's name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's play

And every single morning
By 10 AM I'm dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With diligence I have been blessed

Some people they call me monster
Some people they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one will complain

I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I've sung for kings in Europe
And emperors in Japan

And after each performance
People stand around and wait
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that I'm great

I am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't be said

I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I am










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 14:44:29 -0800 (PST)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: Re: pretense

To: "Kerry Burgess"


Kerry Burgess wrote:

I wonder what happened to that coworker of mine. He left because he was happy with the review system and I hated to see him go because he was pretty smart and knowledgable. When I gave up on Microsoft myself and was trying to decide what to do with the rest of my life, I remembered what he told me about Spokane. It snowed out there a lot in the winter and there were a lot of IT jobs. The fact that Ironman CDA was just down the road was icing on the cake. But they just wouldn't leave me alone. And they still haven't.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 14:44:29 -0800 (PST)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: Re: pretense

To: "Kerry Burgess"


Kerry Burgess wrote:
In addition to other stuff that was happening there, I remember something the security guy told me. I don't remember what started our conversation, I think I went down to the office to report that the internet service was down. I liked that place because it included services such as internet access in the rent payment. I don't remember what he told me but he told me to come down to the basement with him where the internet server was. I went down there but I wasn't sure why he wanted to show it to me. I think it was an NT4 machine with Proxy Server on it, which I knew very well, because I had set up Proxy Server before and it was also my final exam for the MCSE credential. I asked him if he had the logon password and he told me he did not. So I assumed he wasn't wanting me to fix it and I wasn't sure what he wanted. I told one of my coworkers about it, who also lived there. He commented about the two support guys for the server being morons or idiots or something like that so I guessed he knew them. I suspected that they, like a lot of other people I was beginning to suspect, were too interested in what Microsoft employees were doing in their personal time. It was part curiousity, part envy. After I moved out here, I found out that the average salary for Microsoft employees was considered to be over $200K. That has got to cause a lot of resentment among people that don't even make enough to live in the city where prices are set to extract as much money as possible from those rich people.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Friday, March 24, 2006 3:44 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: pretense

I've also noticed that people who aren't very good at working with computers use porn websites as a convienent excuse to explain why they can't fix a computer that isn't working well. If a network isn't working well and the technicians can't fix it, then blame the problem on porn websites.


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http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/modestmouse/oceanbreathessalty.html


MODEST MOUSE


"Ocean Breathes Salty"


Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?










http://www.imdb.com/video/hulu/vi2308702233/

IMDb

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Videos BETA > TV Episodes > Battlestar Galactica

Saga of a Star World, Part 2

Description: When the fleet stops at the planet Carillon to refuel and pick up supplies, a newly-elected member of the Council seizes power from Commander Adama.

Related Titles: Battlestar Galactica, Saga of a Star World


00:21:49


Athena - Battlestar Galactica bridge officer: Father? Father, are you all right?

Adama - Battlestar Galactica Commander - Council of the Twelve: If anyone amongst us can say that he's all right, after what has happened, I recommend the treatment.

Athena - Battlestar Galactica bridge officer: That's not the Warrior I'm used to. Whatever happened to the joy of living to fight another day?

Adama - Battlestar Galactica Commander - Council of the Twelve: Ah, yes, the joy of living. You were aboard the Galactica. You didn't see them down there; their faces. The old, the young. Desperate. Begging - screaming - for a chance to come aboard. A chance to live. And there I was like God - passing out priorities as - as if they were tickets to a lottery.



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 6:52 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Saturday 22 March 2014