http://www.chakoteya.net/movies/movie8.html
Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
TROI: What?
PICARD: I can hear them.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/03/07 8:00 PM
So if Prince Philip is my paternal grandfather, that means my grandfather was a naval officer as well. I have read that a few times but it just now registered. And from that article, it says he began his naval career on 5/1/39, where I have been thinking that I graduated USNA on 4/30/82, which was a Friday. The next day, 5/1/82, was a Saturday. I have largely discredited my methods for reaching that 4/30 date but I don't know why I am still attached to it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip%2C_Duke_of_Edinburgh
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 February 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/13/2006 8:48 AM
Microsoft/Corbis has been trying to get me killed in what would seem to be an accident so they can start selling the images, etc. they have been collecting about me. But they also know that all that information will serve to document their crimes. If I turn up dead, it has to look like an accident because when they start selling information about my life, they will demonstrate their profit motive for seeing me dead. My family won’t be able to do anything about it because Microsoft/Corbis and their politician-protected lawyers will claim that my family can’t prove that any of those photos are the result of Microsoft/Corbis stalking me.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/13/2006 8:54 AM
What they will do is attach phony names to the photos and pretend they bought them from people that just happened to take photos of me. I suspect that Microsoft secretly turned a spotlight on me to provide cover for their strategy to start selling photos of me. The hard part is proving it when all these zombies are deceiving me. All they have to do is tell me where all the discussion has been taking place. I have to know where all these people are getting details about me. It is that forum that is Microsoft/Corbis’s cover. Their strategy is to turn me into a public figure, which then gives them more leeway to sell the images and intellectual property they have stolen from me. Since all these people across the country and the world have already heard of me in all these secret forums, they aren’t going to question where Microsoft/Corbis got all those details about my life they stole from me in order to make a profit.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 13 November 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 7:33 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006, Supplemental
It seems odd now, with all things considered, when a girl I went to high school with was emailing me a while back. I remember she sent me pictures of her kids. I was glad to keep in touch with her and I was hoping to see her next time I traveled back there. She and I went to the prom together when we were in the 11th grade. She's not the same person as the Tamara person I mentioned earlier. One time, sometime in the '90s, my grandmother told me I should marry this woman I took to the prom. I reminded grandma that she was already married and had three kids. I think this memory has some importance, other than the obvious. Could she instead be the Helen Hunt character of my Cast Away life? One possibility is that she was communicating with me to test whether I still had an emotional attachment to her
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 21 May 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 21 May 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/35/pg35.html
Project Gutenberg's The Time Machine, by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
Title: The Time Machine
Author: H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
IV
'As they made no effort to communicate with me, but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other, I began the conversation. I pointed to the Time Machine and to myself. Then hesitating for a moment how to express time, I pointed to the sun. At once a quaintly pretty little figure in chequered purple and white followed my gesture, and then astonished me by imitating the sound of thunder.
'For a moment I was staggered, though the import of his gesture was plain enough. The question had come into my mind abruptly: were these creatures fools? You may hardly understand how it took me. You see I had always anticipated that the people of the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand odd would be incredibly in front of us in knowledge, art, everything. Then one of them suddenly asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our five-year-old children—asked me, in fact, if I had come from the sun in a thunderstorm! It let loose the judgment I had suspended upon their clothes, their frail light limbs, and fragile features. A flow of disappointment rushed across my mind. For a moment I felt that I had built the Time Machine in vain.
'I nodded, pointed to the sun, and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. Then came one laughing towards me, carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether new to me, and put it about my neck. The idea was received with melodious applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers, and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created. Then someone suggested that their plaything should be exhibited in the nearest building, and so I was led past the sphinx of white marble, which had seemed to watch me all the while with a smile at my astonishment, towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone. As I went with them the memory of my confident anticipations of a profoundly grave and intellectual posterity came, with irresistible merriment, to my mind.
'The building had a huge entry, and was altogether of colossal dimensions. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people, and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers, a long neglected and yet weedless garden. I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers, measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. They grew scattered, as if wild, among the variegated shrubs, but, as I say, I did not examine them closely at this time. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons.
'The arch of the doorway was richly carved, but naturally I did not observe the carving very narrowly, though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through, and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather-worn. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway, and so we entered, I, dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments, looking grotesque enough, garlanded with flowers, and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright, soft-colored robes and shining white limbs, in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech.
'The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown. The roof was in shadow, and the windows, partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed, admitted a tempered light. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal, not plates nor slabs—blocks, and it was so much worn, as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations, as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone, raised perhaps a foot from the floor, and upon these were heaps of fruits. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange, but for the most part they were strange.
'Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. Upon these my conductors seated themselves, signing for me to do likewise. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands, flinging peel and stalks, and so forth, into the round openings in the sides of the tables. I was not loath to follow their example, for I felt thirsty and hungry. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure.
'And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look. The stained-glass windows, which displayed only a geometrical pattern, were broken in many places, and the curtains that hung across the lower end were thick with dust. And it caught my eye that the corner of the marble table near me was fractured. Nevertheless, the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. There were, perhaps, a couple of hundred people dining in the hall, and most of them, seated as near to me as they could come, were watching me with interest, their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong, silky material.
'Fruit, by the by, was all their diet. These people of the remote future were strict vegetarians, and while I was with them, in spite of some carnal cravings, I had to be frugivorous also. Indeed, I found afterwards that horses, cattle, sheep, dogs, had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. But the fruits were very delightful; one, in particular, that seemed to be in season all the time I was there—a floury thing in a three-sided husk—was especially good, and I made it my staple. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits, and by the strange flowers I saw, but later I began to perceive their import.
'However, I am telling you of my fruit dinner in the distant future now. So soon as my appetite was a little checked, I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine. Clearly that was the next thing to do. The fruits seemed a convenient thing to begin upon, and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. At first my efforts met with a stare of surprise or inextinguishable laughter, but presently a fair-haired little creature seemed to grasp my intention and repeated a name. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other, and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. However, I felt like a schoolmaster amidst children, and persisted, and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns, and even the verb "to eat." But it was slow work, and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations, so I determined, rather of necessity, to let them give their lessons in little doses when they felt inclined. And very little doses I found they were before long, for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued.
'A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts, and that was their lack of interest. They would come to me with eager cries of astonishment, like children, but like children they would soon stop examining me and wander away after some other toy. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended, I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone. It is odd, too, how speedily I came to disregard these little people. I went out through the portal into the sunlit world again as soon as my hunger was satisfied. I was continually meeting more of these men of the future, who would follow me a little distance, chatter and laugh about me, and, having smiled and gesticulated in a friendly way, leave me again to my own devices.
'The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall, and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. At first things were very confusing. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known—even the flowers. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley, but the Thames had shifted perhaps a mile from its present position. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest, perhaps a mile and a half away, from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A.D. For that, I should explain, was the date the little dials of my machine recorded.
'As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world—for ruinous it was. A little way up the hill, for instance, was a great heap of granite, bound together by masses of aluminium, a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps, amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants—nettles possibly—but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves, and incapable of stinging. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure, to what end built I could not determine. It was here that I was destined, at a later date, to have a very strange experience—the first intimation of a still stranger discovery—but of that I will speak in its proper place.
'Looking round with a sudden thought, from a terrace on which I rested for a while, I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. Apparently the single house, and possibly even the household, had vanished. Here and there among the greenery were palace-like buildings, but the house and the cottage, which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape, had disappeared.
'"Communism," said I to myself.
'And on the heels of that came another thought. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. Then, in a flash, I perceived that all had the same form of costume, the same soft hairless visage, and the same girlish rotundity of limb. It may seem strange, perhaps, that I had not noticed this before. But everything was so strange. Now, I saw the fact plainly enough. In costume, and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other, these people of the future were alike. And the children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. I judged, then, that the children of that time were extremely precocious, physically at least, and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion.
'Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living, I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman, the institution of the family, and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant, much childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure, there is less necessity—indeed there is no necessity—for an efficient family, and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their children's needs disappears. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time, and in this future age it was complete.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 12:28 AM Thursday, February 15, 2007
I formed that theory because I “remember” buying that Kenwood stereo, which I was very attached to, after I got out of the Navy in 1990.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 21 May 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 14:59:20 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: stupid
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=stupid
stupid
Pointless; worthless
"This is stupid."
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 February 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 14:59:20 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: stupid
To: "Kerry Burgess"
I would like to talk more about my thoughts on the nature of alleged pornography on the internet, but I don't want to sexually harass my tormentors.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 February 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 16:41:06 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Masturbation journal 2/28/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
I have not masturbated today, but you know that. I don't know who you are yet, but I don't perform for perverts so you're just going to have to keep waiting.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 February 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/1/2006 6:48 PM
I’m guessing I didn’t have anymore Sea Service time, which reflects, as I recall, the time a Sailor is assigned to a ship of the fleet, because I was assigned to a SEAL team from the time I returned in 1987 to 1990. I guess further my Sea Service, although interspersed with temporary duty assignments such as shuttle missions, resumed when I was assigned to the Arleigh Burke in 1991. My DD-214 doesn’t reflect that because, first of all, it is about Kerry Burgess, but also because it only reflects the period ending 5/14/90. I may have still flown as a fighter and bomber pilot after 1987, but I don’t think that was ever my primary role again after returning. I am not sure what to think about the thoughts I have had about flying the Apache gunship. Maybe that is something else I did occasionally.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 01 October 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.tv.com/shows/allegiance/tipping-point-3067487/
tv.com
Allegiance Season 1 Episode 5
Tipping Point
Aired Thursday 10:00 PM Mar 05, 2015 on NBC
AIRED: 3/5/15
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=allegiance-2015&episode=s01e05
Springfield! Springfield!
Allegiance
Tipping Point
(Judge Dale) Mr.
O'Connor.
Mr.
O'Connor? This whole thing was your idea, correct? Based on your theories, and you've been staring into space for the last five minutes? Sorry, sir.
I take it you will attest to the same facts as Special Agent Prado? Sir, I need a minute to consider my answer.
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=allegiance-2015&episode=s01e05
Springfield! Springfield!
Allegiance
Tipping Point
(Judge Dale) I don't want you to consider your answer.
I want it unvarnished.
And remember, you're under oath.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, February 28, 2006 10:55 AM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Violence journal 2/28/06
As normal, as usual, without hesitancy, without regret, in perpetuity, I didn't kill or maim or harm in any way any person today. As normal, usual, etc., I didn't think about killing, maiming, harming anybody today. As normal, usual, etc., I didn't even consider thinking about planning to kill, maim, or generally harming anybody. I did see a beautiful young woman when I went outside that I wanted to give flowers to, but I couldn't, so that is a crime. She is probably sitting at home somewhere, wondering why no one sent her any flowers today. Somewhere else a group of flowers sit huddled together for the rest of their lives, maybe not even leaving their shelf, or maybe they went to another home, breathing in the smile of someone they weren't destined to care about as much.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 February 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Fri, March 24, 2006 2:04:11 PM
I like my doctor at UW. I don't remember her name, but I saw her again at the VA. I always felt good around her. That must be a good quality in a doctor.]
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 24 March 2006 excerpt ends]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risperidone
Risperidone
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Risperidone (trade name Risperdal and generics) is an antipsychotic drug mainly used to treat schizophrenia (including adolescent schizophrenia), schizoaffective disorder, the mixed and manic states of bipolar disorder, and irritability in people with autism.
Risperidone is a second-generation atypical antipsychotic. It is a dopamine antagonist possessing anti-serotonergic, anti-adrenergic and anti-histaminergic properties.
Adverse effects of risperidone include significant weight gain and metabolic problems such as diabetes mellitus type 2, as well as tardive dyskinesia and neuroleptic malignant syndrome. Risperidone and other antipsychotics also increase the risk of death in people with dementia.
Other uses
Risperidone has no benefit in the treatment of eating disorders or personality disorders.
While antipsychotic medications such as risperidone have a slight benefit in people with dementia, they have been linked to higher incidences of death and stroke. Because of this increased risk of death, treatment of dementia-related psychosis with risperidone is not FDA approved.
Lawsuits
In August 2012, Johnson & Johnson agreed to pay $181 million to 36 U.S. states in order to settle claims that it had promoted risperidone for off-label uses including for dementia, anger management, and anxiety.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE:----- Original Message ----
From: Kerry Burgess
To: fbise@leo.gov
Cc: inspector.general@usdoj.gov; hotline@dodig.mil; NAVIGHotlines@navy.mil; House Speaker
Sent: Thursday, October 25, 2007 3:02:30 PM
Subject: Re: Seattle FBI
Yawn.
You girl scouts in the Seattle office are the most pathetic bunch so far that are stupid enough to interfere with my dangerous occupation of being an active duty U.S. Navy SEAL.
Maybe you should look for work as stewardesses.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 25 October 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, March 5, 2006 8:56:59 PM
Subject: scat
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=scat
scat
To go away hastily; leave at once.
"GO AWAY!"
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 05 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 21:26:20 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 3/3/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I know it's hard for you to look at an image of someone with such superior womanly characteristics, but that's no reason to torment me. When you look at her, is she laughing at you? Is that the problem? Is she laughing at you because you are so lame that you can only get off by spying on guys that look at hot women? Is that why you are here? Which part of get the hell out of here do you not understand?
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2006 21:26:20 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 3/3/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Had enough or do we have to make a real contest out of it?
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2006 20:42:43 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 4/4/06 [ 3/4/06 ]
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I didn't masturbate today. If I had masturbated, it would be some kind of _expression of being forced to perform sexual acts for secret, anonymous perverts and the longer I am their captive demonstrates much they enjoy trying to make me perform against my will for their personal pleasure, sort of like a modern gladiator, a gladiator of the internet.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 04 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 19:59:25 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 3/6/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I didn't masturbate today, I don't want to be forced to entertain my captors.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 06 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2006 14:03:25 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: The Case Against Microsoft
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
_javascript:PopUp('http://cbsnews.cbs.com/htdocs/microsoft/framesource.html',540,400)
This photo of Bill Gates reminds me of something I saw about a year ago. I was walking back to that first shelter I stayed at, the Downtown Emergency Services Center. The staff seemed competent, the facilities were clean, but damn what a depressing place. It reminded me, in an exaggerated fashion, of that scene in the movie Terminator where Reese (was that his name?) was having that dream where he walked back into his bunker and was walking down the hallway. Anyway, I was seeing some weird things around me during this time at this shelter. I was noticing people that looked very familar. There was the one staff guy who looked like that actor, I forget his name, he was recently in that movie about Alexander. A woman in the shelter reminded me of a younger Kim Basinger, who is a woman that probably still has something of an elegant look even when she is grimy. This one guy that looked drunk looked like that movie director, I forget his name, I think he directed that movie Wallstreet. I thought this was all very odd because I couldn't care less about celebrities, but it just seemed like another one of those Twilight Zone moments. So anyway, one day when I was walking back to the shelter after sitting in a park stretching out a ziplock back of dry Froot Loops a social worker had given me, I passed a guy waiting for a bus that looked suspiciously like Bill Gates. But he looked older. I've never met the guy and this guy at the bus stop looked a lot older than the photos I've seen of Gates. But the photo at this link looks a lot like that guy I saw that day. I remembered that song, was it Sheryl Crowe, something about god making his way home or something.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 09 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 20:14:35 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: prior restraint, freedom of speech, censoring
To: "Kerry Burgess"
[Here are some concepts that I haven't fully grasped all the finer points yet. They factor in to all this somehow, but I can't quite create a defining narrative to it all. I know that I don't have free speech, you reading this proves that I don't have free speech. It feels like my speech is restrained for some reason. I am reminded of that final straw I wrote about when I left Microsoft. She told me to watch what I say, and I felt like I had something important to say. As it turns out, I believe she told me that because she knew that all these people were listening to me. I knew people were listening to me, but I didn't understand how comprehensive it was, I thought there were several different, disconnected groups. And so I didn't like not being able to say or do something I thought was important and I quit and I can't figure out why no one will leave me alone. I understand that my life as I used to know it is over, that people will always know who I am, but why do I have to rot away here in this place? Why can't I at least go back to work so I can afford to get out of here? A private cage is much more desirable than a cage in a homeless shelter.]
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?db=mwlaw&q=prior%20restraint
prior restraint
governmental prohibition on _expression (esp. by publication) before the _expression actually takes place
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 27 February 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0778454/quotes
IMDb
The Simpsons (TV Series)
The PTA Disbands (1995)
Quotes
Bart: Uh, I think I got your lunch.
[He hands Lisa a note from his lunch bag: "I Am Very Proud Of You. Love, Mom."]
Lisa: Oh yeah, I didn't think this was for me.
[She hands Bart a note from her lunch bag: "Be Good. For The Love Of God, *Please* Be Good."]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 18:34:40 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: tyranny
To: "Kerry Burgess"
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=tyranny
tyranny
Absolute power, especially when exercised unjustly or cruelly: “I have sworn... eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man” (Thomas Jefferson).
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 27 February 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/28.htm
The City on the Edge of Forever
Stardate: 3134.0
Original Airdate: Apr 6, 1967
(Edith is pouring cups of brown liquid.)
MCCOY: Oh, Miss. That coffee, it just smells wonderful.
EDITH: You look terrible! You'd better sit down. Come on.
MCCOY: I can't. I got to keep moving. I can't let them find me.
EDITH: There's a cot in the back room. They won't find you there.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 19:32:14 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 3/12/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
Knowing that killers know that I find it soothing to go out into the woods is just as worrisome now as knowing that they know I enjoy thinking about getting back to Ironman triathlons. I imagine getting back there someday, but during the swim, they are waiting there, somewhere around buoy 1 maybe, underwater after swimming from a nearby boat, waiting for me to swim up there so they can grab my foot and attach a concrete weight to it and drag me down to the bottom. Even if someone sees it happen, they'll never pull me out in time.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 12 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 19:32:14 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Masturbation journal 3/12/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
And all the deception. I am surrounded constantly by deception. I can't go anywhere without someone deceiving me. When you say something you want me to hear, but you do it by not talking directly to me and by telling me plainly what you are talking about and why you are telling me this to begin with, you are deceiving me. It is everywhere. I can't get away from it. People around me here in this homeless shelter do it, people at work were doing it, people outside are doing it, people on the radio are doing it, people on tv are doing it, everywhere people are deceiving me. Everywhere. In my sleep, people are deceiving me.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 12 March 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Saturday, April 1, 2006 9:32:54 PM
Subject: Sleep journal 4/1/06
I wish I had written down these dreams shortly after I awoke. I don't remember as much detail now. But I think that illustrates how I am sensing the difference between these foreign or manipulated dreams and what would be normal dreams. I think the foreign dreams stay with me longer. I remember more of their detail. I can visualize the details in those dreams longer than I can the dreams I think of as normal. I still don't know if they are reading information to me or if they are simply reciting words that I construct into something that makes sense to me. When I had a recent dream with my so-called imaginary girlfriend the other day, I can still almost hear her voice. I don't know if that means she was literally talking while I was asleep, or that I just have heard her talking enough to be able to assign her voice to any suggestion that the dream manipulator attributes to her.
This morning I dreamed I was traveling down a four-lane road towards Shelton. I was on a bicycle but I was effortlessly traveling at 75 mph. I thought to myself that I should be wearing a helmet.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 01 April 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.tv.com/shows/the-six-million-dollar-man/the-return-of-the-bionic-woman-2-33048/trivia/
tv.com
The Six Million Dollar Man Season 3 Episode 2
The Return of the Bionic Woman (2)
Aired Friday 8:30 PM Sep 21, 1975 on ABC
Quotes
Jaime: I realize why you brought me here.
Steve: What do you mean?
Jaime: I grew up in Ojai too, didn't I? (Steve nods) Yeah... and I guess you thought by me seeing the area again, it would... uh... help restore my memory, but it's no good, Steve. Every time I start to think back, there's so much pain. I have pain I can't even tell you about. I wanna look back. There's so much there - and I even feel like there's someone that I left behind... someone that I love. But that pain... it just keeps coming...
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Helix Season 2 Episode 8
Vade in Pace
Aired Friday 10:00 PM Mar 06, 2015 on Syfy
AIRED: 3/6/15
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02x08 - Vade in Pace
What are you doing here?
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The Six Million Dollar Man Season 3 Episode 1
The Return of the Bionic Woman (1)
Aired Friday 8:30 PM Sep 14, 1975 on ABC
QUOTES
Jaime: How long have you been bionic?
Steve: About three years.
Jaime: Oh... y'know, sometimes I feel like... uh... like a little kid with a new toy. And other times, I feel like... I don't know...
Steve: I do.
Jaime: Yeah, I guess you do. (bends the bed frame back into shape) What does that make me?
Steve: (puts his hand on hers) It makes you like me.
Jaime: Yeah... y'know, Michael's sweet, and I'm very fond of him, but... you and I, Steve... we're kinda special, I guess, and I'm gonna need you to help me adjust... ummm... help me be bionic.
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The Six Million Dollar Man Season 3 Episode 1
The Return of the Bionic Woman (1)
Aired Friday 8:30 PM Sep 14, 1975 on ABC
Quotes
Steve: What are you intentions about Jaime?
Michael: Intentions?
Steve: Well, obviously, you know she likes you a lot.
Michael: Yes, but would you like my medical opinion?
Steve: What do you mean?
From 10/9/1971 ( my biological brother Dr. Thomas Reagan MD becomes a United States of America board-certified surgeon ) To 9/14/1975 is 1436 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 10/8/1969 ( premiere US film "The Monitors" ) is 1436 days
From 1/16/1952 ( premiere US film "Operation A-Bomb" ) To 10/9/1971 ( my biological brother Dr. Thomas Reagan MD becomes a United States of America board-certified surgeon ) is 7206 days
7206 = 3603 + 3603
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 9/14/1975 is 3603 days
From 9/3/1953 ( premiere US film "Island in the Sky" ) To 7/16/1963 ( Phoebe Cates the Harvard University graduate medical doctor and the world-famous actress and the wife of my biological brother Thomas Reagan ) is 3603 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 9/14/1975 is 3603 days
From 9/14/1956 ( premiere US TV series "On Trial" ) To 6/7/1976 ( my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in deep space of the solar system in his privately financed atom-pulse propulsion spaceship this day was his first landing the Saturn moon Phoebe and the Saturn moon Phoebe territory belongs to my brother Thomas Reagan ) is 7206 days
7206 = 3603 + 3603
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 9/14/1975 is 3603 days
[ See also TBC ]
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The Six Million Dollar Man Season 3 Episode 1
The Return of the Bionic Woman (1)
Aired Friday 8:30 PM Sep 14, 1975 on ABC
AIRED: 9/14/75
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045919/quotes
IMDb
Island in the Sky (1953)
Quotes
Capt. Dooley: Tell them we're in a jam. Loosen up and lose some altitude. We're turning North West until we run out of gas.
Pilot: But if we go North West Captain, we'll fly right off the map. It says "unchartered" up that way.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045919/releaseinfo
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Island in the Sky (1953)
Release Info
USA 3 September 1953 (Los Angeles, California) (premiere)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045919/plotsummary
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Island in the Sky (1953)
Plot Summary
A C-47 transport plane, named the Corsair, makes a forced landing in the frozen wastes of Labrador, and the plane's pilot, Captain Dooley, must keep his men alive in deadly conditions while waiting for rescue.
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Island in the Sky (1953)
Full Cast & Crew
John Wayne ... Capt. Dooley
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0702121/quotes
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The Six Million Dollar Man (TV Series)
The Return of the Bionic Woman: Part 2 (1975)
Quotes
Jamie Sommers: I don't know what it is, but sometimes I look at you and I get a feeling like there's something more. Was there?
Col. Steve Austin: I'm your friend, Jaime, always was, always will be.
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Test pilot
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A test pilot is an aviator who flies new and modified aircraft in specific maneuvers, known as flight test techniques or FTTs, allowing the results to be measured and the design to be evaluated.
Test pilots may work for military organizations or private, (mostly aerospace) companies. Testing military aircraft, in particular, is regarded as the most challenging and risky flying conducted in peacetime.
In the 1950s, test pilots were being killed at the rate of about one a week
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=fast-times-at-ridgemont-high
Springfield! Springfield!
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)
I always thought you were.
Stacy, do you have Q-tips?
http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/bvsmdm/SMDM_ReturnWoman.html
"The Return of the Bionic Woman" Part 2
(Original air date 09/21/75)
Jim praises his son’s selfishness and fortitude. All were concerned about Jaime’s wellbeing, and not once had they considered how this would affect Steve.
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The Six Million Dollar Man (TV Series)
The Return of the Bionic Woman (1975)
Quotes
Col. Steve Austin: [threatening Oscar and Rudy] You've got five seconds to tell me what's going on, or I'm gonna start using this Bionic arm you two gave me and throw you both through these walls!
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The Simpsons (TV Series)
Children of a Lesser Clod (2001)
Lisa: So many times we've watched our father go under the knife.
Marge: One more and I get a free hysterectomy!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 6:05 PM Monday, September 19, 2011
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/16/1991 ( my first successful test of my hyperspace matter transportation device ) is 9265 days
From 6/21/1982 ( Prince William the Duke of Cambridge ) To 3/16/1991 ( my first successful test of my hyperspace matter transportation device ) is 3190 days
3190 = 1595 + 1595
From 3/4/1959 ( the birthdate London England time of my brother Thomas Reagan ) to 7/16/1963 ( my brother's wife Phoebe ) is 1595 days
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 19 September 2011 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/23/2006 1:18 PM
I just realized it must have been March 3rd when I moved into that Crosslands hotel out in Spokane Valley back in 2004 after quitting Microsoft. I remember it snowed heavily that day which corresponds to this weather archive. I would have said that I moved in there on the second at the latest, but I guess it could have been the third. I remember one of the receptionists made a comment about how it had started snowing as soon as I came in and I wondered about that comment. I was going crazy in that place after a while, but in retrospect, I would much rather be back there than here, without a doubt. Damn I miss having a car, to just be able to get out and drive around at night. The bastards were following me everywhere but at least I could have something to do in trying to shake them off. I hate it here and having to be around these people beyond tolerance.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 23 September 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/15/08 4:22 AM
The street layout in Spokane Valley, WA, has Riverside running right through that parking lot I parked my Jeep in those months I lived at Crosslands. I could see a large sign from that parking lot that had Opportunity Plaza on it.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 15 May 2008 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 14:31:55 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: The sun
To: "Kerry Burgess"
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11701699/
The sun goes through approximately 11-year cycles that range from peak activity to quiet and back again. We are near the low point of the current cycle.
[It's funny how I was just thinking about this yesterday. Just one of those random thoughts that pop up in my head, of stuff to read about, and for some reason, it means something else, more, than I can explain. So much that has happened over these past years has come down to stuff like this, something catches my eye for reasons I can't explain. Sometimes it is nothing, other times it is something.]
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 06 March 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.chakoteya.net/NextGen/260.htm
Attached [ Star Trek: The Next Generation ]
Stardate: 47304.2
Original Airdate: 8 Nov, 1993
PICARD: Beverly!
CRUSHER: I'm sorry.
PICARD: I am not being unreasonable.
CRUSHER: I didn't say that you were. I may have thought it, but there's a difference.
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Joseph Grego
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Joseph Grego. (23 September 1843 – 24 January 1908) was an art collector and exhibitor, author and journalist, inventor and graphics expert.
Victorian Era Exhibition 1897
Joseph Grego was also a named member of the Honorary Sub-Committee, as an organiser and contributor to; the Historical and Commemorative Section; Charles Dickens Memorials; Art and Letters; for the Victorian Era Exhibition. Earls Court 1897. Opened by HRH The Duke of Cambridge
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02x08 - Vade in Pace
Can't imagine how things could get more insane. (sighing) I can. Hm! Oh, right, found this old ledger. Some kind of genealogy record dating back to the 1600's. Here's the weird part: look at the father's name. He's listed as the father for every child over the last 400 years. Has to be a mistake. Michel Dubois... It's Michael. Michael couldn't have fathered every kid in that book!
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462538/quotes
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The Simpsons Movie (2007)
Quotes
Ned Flanders: The Good Lord is telling me to confess to something...
Homer Simpson: [whispering hopefully, with his fingers crossed] Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay...
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 7:42 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 07 March 2015
