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http://www.oocities.org/elzj78/bsgminiseries.html


BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: Miniseries (2003)


Adama: I didn't think so. What you got are silica pathways to the brain, or whatever it is you call that thing you pretend to think with.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 7:33 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006, Supplemental


One of my coworkers asked me what I liked to do in my spare time. I responded that I liked to drive around in my car and solve crimes.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 4:51 PM Wednesday, March 14, 2012 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2012/03/schrodingers-sidewinder-vs-schrodingers.html

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 7:47 PM Sunday, September 11, 2011


The cat. Why did the cat eagerly approach me today. I wonder why today. Why today. Damned if I can remember now what else I wanted to write about here. My mind is locked.

Oh, yeah. The cat. Maybe the cat is the lifeform I get to save from here. But how. I never leave here. I stay here and watch the United States of America federal military launch a salvo of ballistic missiles with atomic warheads over the downtown of Seattle Washington and my reconnaissance of that occurrence puts me 100% into the kill zone of that attack. So I've been thinking about that. I think about the other people around me at the time of that future attack. They are no different that the people of Hiroshima on 6 August 1945. They also had no conscious awareness of what was about to happen to them. Me, on the other hand, I have had years and decades to think about it. And not just about that probability or the possibility of that happening but about the absolute fact that I would stand there and see a thermonuclear bomb explode in front of me. The people of Hiroshima that were killed right away were the lucky ones of those people that their government failed. The unlucky one were the ones who were on the edge of the blast. The blast burns and the moderate exposures. I will be one of those people in Seattle Washington. So I have been thinking. I wondered how it is that I take back any kind of files with me and how it is possible I could even save that cat. My whole theory is based on the the theory that my physical body is somehow regenerated and I appear as a time traveler in another time period. I can only guess that I become for the first time a time traveler because of that event. But where does the regeneration begin and end? Are my clothes regenerated? If I am roasted by the thermonuclear blast, which happens regardless of my proximity to the bomb, then what about my physical person becomes regenerated? I have been thinking that I simply show up as a time traveler and I am completely naked. Somehow that information was gleaned from me and that is why that plot element exists in the 1984 film "The Terminator" and also in its 1991 sequel. So I can't even save that cat. I can't take any computer documents back with me because those get fried along with my clothing as I stand there watching the bombs burst and I slowly get roasted alive for a few seconds or thirty seconds or a minute. I remember the Phoenix in 1994. I remember being sick. I remember retching my guts out one time and I kind of remember I found that enjoyable and that was a change in my personality.



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- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 03:14 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 21 May 2016