Good News For People Who Love Bad News

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Saturday, September 10, 2005 posted by H.V.O.M at 9:13 PM


All the time in the PG I had imagined being back there just like the other times I had come home on leave when I was on my first ship, USS Taylor (FFG-50). The summers were incredible there sitting out there in our huge, green yard with the wide open fields in the back and the deep woods of my youthful adventures and a wooded area in the front that I called the “pin-oak flats.” I can’t even begin to describe how relaxing that place was to me and that was all I had looked forward to when I was in the PG, going back there with my girlfriend and relaxing. I was remembering how I used to come home back there on leave and sneak in late at night and my mom would wake me up in the morning smiling and glad to see me and telling me I should really wake them up when I come in because if there is a fire or something they need to know I am there. I was sure glad to be back there all those times. So here I am, never in my life have I had to knock on my mother’s door and I know at this point I will never go home again. That place didn’t even exist anymore because the people they had sold it to let it burn down at some point. So I stayed there with my mother at her apartment and I was glad to see her. She had apparently been there for a while because she told me about when she heard about our action against the Iranian military while she was in this apartment. She told me the details and I could imagine her there alone while, as she told me, she was lying in bed with the radio on and her eyes flying open one morning when they announced “The USS Wainwright was sunk in the Persian Gulf today.” She told me she was glued to the TV for the next 12 hours waiting for CNN to report something about it. I have wondered many times whether she found out then that we were indeed safe or whether she had to wait until my letter arrived, probably weeks later, reassuring her that we were unharmed. I was really hoping to see some of my friends from high school while I was there but everyone seemed to be gone or married with kids. I needed to blow off some steam. I drove to the usual hangout in town and tried talking to someone I knew from high school but he didn’t seem to even know who I was. I was looking for a good buddy of mine that my step-brother and I used to run around with while I was home on leave but never did find him. After a couple days I met a new girl and spent the rest of my leave hanging out with her and pretty much staying drunk. Soon I was back on the ship, but I still had some pretty low points to reach yet, relatively speaking for me.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 14:28:21 -0800 (PST)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: Sleep journal 3/19/06

To: "Kerry Burgess"

Yesterday was some kind of foreign dream that was more of an emotion than a visualization. I couldn't remember any of the details although I felt like I had been seeing details. All I remembered was feeling like it was something intense, there was some intensity to the communication, almost overwhelming like a very strong and clear signal on a radio. After I woke up, I could only characterize the message as positive.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/4/2006 1:25 PM
It was the clock radio that terrifed me when I woke up in my Redmond apartment that time I wrote of.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/01/07 2:47 AM
The first entry was blank with just the subject line of "Finally" which is spooky how relevant that seems now. I had no idea what that meant. I only felt compelled to write it. The second entry was in response to something I heard on the radio


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 09:21:18 -0800 (PST)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: Captain's sleep journal. Stardate 8456734.7654.908756.123.45328

To: "Kerry Burgess"

I'm getting a better sense now of when they try to perform a post-hypnotic suggestion on me. That probably don't expect me to remember the suggestions though, for several reasons. But I am wondering today if I remeber the ones that I am not going to follow, the suggestions that I will resist. As for this morning's suggestion, all I can say is that I know what I like. Later I started thinking about this in terms of a Visual Basic.Net program. The post-hypnotic suggestion seems to be a set of instructions that are part of an event routine, in this case, something like Sleep_WakeUp, or something. And then I remember something that happened a long time ago at Microsoft


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AZ LYRICS UNIVERSE

MODEST MOUSE

album: "Good News For People Who Love Bad News" (2004)



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MODEST MOUSE


"The World At Large"


You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.










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The Time Machine (1960)

Quotes


Talking Rings: My name is of no consequence. The important thing you should know, is that I am the last who remembers how each of us, man and woman made his own decision.










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IMDb


Chris Martin

Biography

Date of Birth 2 March 1977 , Exeter, Devon, England, UK

Birth Name Christopher Anthony John Martin


Personal Quotes

We're one of the world's worst but most enthusiastic plagiarists as a band. We'll try and copy anything but tends to fail so we come up with something that's a bit...sounds like us, only through trying to sound like somebody else.










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ABOUT THE NAVY


A Global Force For Good










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AZ LYRICS UNIVERSE

MODEST MOUSE

album: "Good News For People Who Love Bad News" (2004)



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MODEST MOUSE


"Bury Me With It"

We were shootin' at a mound of dirt.
Well nothing was broken, nothing was hurt.
But I probably really should have been at work.
But if my freetime's gone, would you promise me this?

That you will please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Well sure as planets come, I know that they end.
And if I'm here when that happens, will you promise me this my friend?

Please bury me with it!
I just don't need none of that Mad Max bullshit.

Well the suit got tight and it split at the seams.
But I kept it out of habit and I kept it really clean.
But if it's getting' faded, if it's runnin' outta thread,
Could you just do this for me my friend?

And please just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Well we moved to the left and moved to the right.
And sure as hell we stayed out almost every single night.
But if the party's over, if the fun has to end,
could you do this for me my friend?

Would you just please bury me with it?
Please bury me with it!

Good news for people who love bad news.
We've lost the plot and we just can't choose.
We are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move.
And there's good news for people who love bad news.
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we will not move.
We have good news for anyone who loves bad news.

We were aiming for the moon. We were shooting at the stars.
But the kids were just shooting at the busses and the cars.
So don't drink the water, don't you breathe the air.
If it's gotten to that point then I have to declare:

That you please bury me with it!
Please bury me with it!

Well fads they come and fads they go.
And God I love that rock and roll!
Well the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss.
Life handed us a paycheck, we said, "We worked harder than this!"










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Stephen King

The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition


Chapter 5


And then it was June 13, six days ago, the day Wayne Stukey asked Larry to go for a walk with him down the beach. It had only been nine in the morning but the stereo was on, both TVs, and it sounded like an orgy was going on in the basement playroom. Larry had been sitting in an overstuffed living room chair, wearing only underpants, and trying owlishly to get the sense from a Superboy comic book. He felt very alert, but none of the words seemed to connect to anything. There was no gestalt. A Wagner piece was thundering from the quad speakers, and Wayne had to shout three or four times to make himself understood. Then Larry nodded. He felt as if he could walk for miles.

But when the sunlight struck Larry’s eyeballs like needles, he suddenly changed his mind. No walk. Uh-uh. His eyes had been turned into magnifying glasses, and soon the sun would shine through them long enough to set his brains on fire. His poor old brains felt tinder-dry.

Wayne, gripping his arm firmly, insisted. They went down to the beach, over the warming sand to the darker brown hardpack, and Larry decided it had been a pretty good idea after all. The deepening sound of the breakers coming home was soothing. A gull, working to gain altitude, hung straining in the blue sky like a sketched white letter M.

Wayne tugged his arm firmly. “Come on.”

Larry got all the miles he had felt he could walk. Except that he no longer felt that way. He had an ugly headache and his spine felt as if it had turned to glass. His eyeballs were pulsing and his kidneys ached dully. An amphetamine hangover is not as painful as the morning after the night you got through a whole fifth of Four Roses, but it is not as pleasant as, say, balling Raquel Welch would be. If he had another couple of uppers, he could climb neatly on top of this eight-ball that wanted to run him down. He reached in his pocket to get them and for the first time became aware that he was clad only in skivvies that had been fresh three days ago.

“Wayne, I wanna go back.”

“Let’s walk a little more.” He thought that Wayne was looking at him strangely, with a mixture of exasperation and pity.

“No, man, I only got my shorts on. I’ll get picked up for indecent exposure.”

“On this part of the coast you could wrap a bandanna around your wingwang and let your balls hang free and still not get picked up for indecent exposure. Come on, man.”

“I’m tired,” Larry said querulously. He began to feel pissed at Wayne. This was Wayne’s way of getting back at him, because Larry had a hit and he, Wayne, only had a keyboard credit on the new album. He was no different than Julie.










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Music of Battlestar Galactica (2004 TV series)

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Orchestral music began to be introduced near the end of the first season. In the beginning, producers preferred other sounds:

"They didn't want an orchestral sound. So when I started the series, I had an extremely limited palette – a lot of percussion.





http://www.cnn.com/2014/02/12/world/asia/japanese-beethoven-samuragochi-hearing/

CNN


'Japanese Beethoven' Mamoru Samuragochi: I can hear 'sometimes'

By Tim Hume and Junko Ogura, CNN

updated 3:40 AM EST, Wed February 12, 2014

Tokyo, Japan (CNN) -- A once-celebrated Japanese composer who last week confessed his works were written by a ghostwriter, and subsequently had doubt cast on his claim to be deaf, now admits at least partially faking his hearing loss.

Mamoru Samuragochi, until recently hailed as a "Japanese Beethoven" for composing hit symphonies despite claiming to have been completely deaf for 15 years, made the admission in a handwritten apology sent to news organizations through his lawyers.

"I apologize from the bottom of my heart for betraying and hurting many people," he wrote, in his first public statement addressing the allegations about his hearing.

In a televised press conference last week, a Tokyo music teacher named Takashi Niigaki revealed that he had secretly been the real composer of Samuragochi's works for 18 years.





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Battlestar Galactica (2003 TV Mini-Series)

Full Cast & Crew


Series Music Department


Bear McCreary










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Superman III


:25:59
HEY! HEY!

:26:09
JUST LEAVE
HIM ALONE.

:26:32
I CAN'T GET THROUGH.

:26:33
THERE'S SOMETHING
HAPPENING.

:26:35
LOOK!
SUPERMAN'S DRUNK!

:26:36
I WANT TO SEE
WHAT'S HAPPENING.

:26:38
RICKY! RICKY!

:26:39
RICKY!

:26:42
THANK YOU.

:26:44
IT'S A DISGRACE.

:26:45
NOBODY'LL TRUST
THAT CREEP AGAIN.

:26:52
WHAT ARE YOU
LOOKING AT? HUH?

:26:55
EXCUSE ME, SUPERMAN,

:26:57
IT'S ME, RICKY.

:26:59
RICKY FROM SMALLVILLE.

:27:00
SAY YOU WON'T
HURT ANYBODY!

:27:03
RICKY, HE'S CHANGED!

:27:04
MAYBE HE'S
JUST SICK.

:27:06
SUPERMAN, PLEASE
GET BETTER!

:27:08
HE'S NOT LISTENING
TO YOU.

:27:11
YES, HE IS.

:27:12
HE'S GOT
SUPERHEARING.

:27:14
SUPERMAN, YOU'RE
JUST IN A SLUMP!

:27:16
YOU'LL BE
GREAT AGAIN!

:27:19
DO IT, SUPERMAN!

:27:20
SUPERMAN, YOU
CAN HEAR ME,

:27:22
CAN'T YOU?

:27:23
SUPERMAN, YOU'RE
JUST IN A SLUMP!

:27:26
YOU'LL BE
GREAT AGAIN!

:27:28
YOU CAN DO IT,
SUPERMAN!

:27:31
SUPERMAN, YOU
CAN HEAR ME.

:27:34
YOU'RE JUST
IN A SLUMP.










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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.










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tru TV


By Rachel Pergament

The Trial


On the evening that Susan was arrested, Bev and Linda Russell hired David Bruck, a Columbia, South Carolina attorney





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A Beautiful Mind (2001)


ROSEN: [Faintly] John?
Can you hear me?
Go easy now.
Thorazine takes a little while to wear off.
Sorry about the restraints.
You've got one hell of a right hook.





http://www.snpp.com/episodes/4F01.html

Lisa's Date With Density

Original Airdate in U.S.: 15-Dec-96


Back in class, the note is passed to Nelson.

Nelson: [reading] "Guess who likes you." [turns around]

[Milhouse wiggles his fingers at him]

-- That won't help, "Lisa's Date With Density"

Next thing he knows, Milhouse is rushed out the school on a gurney, his glasses wrecked and his nose leaking a stream of blood.

Lisa: Milhouse, I'm so sorry!

Paramedic: He can't hear you now. We had to pack his ears with gauze.





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Dark Blue


"You care more about the people you hate.
"I guess you're still trying to be your father."
What?
"You'll find out anyway, so I'm telling you now.
"I met a man at the jail.
"But don't start beating up every deputy you see...
"because he's not a cop...
and he's not an inmate, either."
"He's a lawyer."
-"A defense lawyer." -Oh, that's good.
A fucking defense lawyer. That's just...
Sal, come on, man. This is...
Fuck it, man. Whatever.
Get back in here!
You wanted me to read it...
you're going to listen to me read it!
"We're going to try and start a new life together.
"And I say try because I have no idea...
"what a healthy relationship looks like."
"I know this seems abrupt...
"unless you're good at reading signals...
"which you're not."










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MODEST MOUSE


"Ocean Breathes Salty"


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.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086393/quotes

IMDb


Superman III (1983)

Quotes


Evil Superman: What's 'a matter, Kent? Too hot for ya'? Come on chicken! You've been on my nerves for a long time!



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 7:51 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 16 July 2014