Better Call Saul
"Pimento"
Season 1 Episode 9
Aired March 30, 2015 on AMC
AIRED: 3/30/15
Jimmy McGill: I thought you were proud of me.
Chuck McGill: I was. When you straightened out and got a job in the mailroom, I was very proud.
Jimmy McGill: So that's it then, right? Keep old Jimmy down in the mailroom. He's not good enough to be a lawyer.
Chuck McGill: I know you. I know what you were, what you are. People don't change. You're Slippin' Jimmy.
https://www.newsweek.com/mitch-mcconnell-falls-down-stairs-senate-what-we-know-2026778
Newsweek
Mitch McConnell Falls Down Senate Stairs: What We Know
Published Feb 05, 2025 at 1:12 PM EST
By Sonam Sheth
Evening Politics Editor
Republican Senator Mitch McConnell fell down the stairs in the Senate on Wednesday, multiple media outlets reported.
From 3/30/2015 ( ) To 2/5/2025 ( ) is 3600 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/11/1975 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Barney Miller"::"Doomsday" ) is 3600 days
From 9/13/1961 ( ) To 12/17/2020 ( premiere CBS adaption of Stephen King's "The Stand" ) is 21645 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/5/2025 ( Wednesday ) is 21645 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_1961
September 1961
From Wikipedia
The following events occurred in September 1961:
September 13, 1961
SIOP-62, the American options for nuclear war, was presented to President Kennedy in a top secret briefing from General Lyman Lemnitzer, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The operational plan, drawn up on April 15, provided 14 options for responding to a nuclear attack, and the 14th option, recommended by General Lemnitzer, was to explode 3,267 nuclear bombs on targets in the Soviet Union, as well as the Warsaw Pact nations and Communist China. Kennedy was reportedly furious about the lack of flexibility in the plan, which contemplated obliteration of the enemy with the expectation that the United States and its allies would sustain massive destruction as well.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 2016
Goddamned vermin and your goddamned vermin crapping yap dogs.
Pet owners are absolutely the worst of all vermin human beings on this planet.
Zipping around spewing out your goddamned automobile poison. Your goddamned crapping yapping dogs ruining the goddamned peace and quiet every day.
Lousy stinking vermin.
excerpts, by me, 07/07/2015
http://www.tv.com/shows/better-call-saul/pimento-3071037/
tv.com
Better Call Saul Season 1 Episode 9
Pimento
Aired Monday 10:00 PM Mar 30, 2015 on AMC
AIRED: 3/30/15
Better Call Saul
Pimento
Don't worry about that, all right? Look down.
Look at the grass.
[CHUCK SIGHING] Kick off your shoes like this.
When was the last time you did that? Feels good, right? Yeah.
Grass between your toes.
Feels nice.
Yeah.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thursday, July 24, 2014 4:05 PM
To:
And that's disgusting. I see little kids out there sometimes playing in that grass. Well, that's their problem, not mine.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 24 July 2014 except ends]
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 07 July 2015 except ends]
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 29
Everyplace you went in there they had little maps on the walls with little arrows pointing at a dot. The words written on each arrow said: YOU ARE HERE. They put those up so people wouldn’t get lost. Like he was now. Lost. Oh baby, this was bad. This was so bad.
“Don’t go tharn now, you’re almost home free,” he said, and his words echoed back, flat and strange. He hadn’t meant to speak aloud, and that made it worse.
He turned to the right, setting his back to the library wing, walked past more offices, came to another corridor, and turned down that. He began to look behind himself frequently, assuring himself that no one—Elder, maybe—was following him, but unable to believe it. The hallway ended in a closed door that said RADIOLOGY. A hand-lettered sign hung on the knob: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE RANDALL.
Stu went back and peered around the corner and back where he had come from. The dead body in the white-suit was tiny with distance now, hardly more than a speck, but seeing it there so changeless and eternal made him want to run away as fast as he could.
He turned right, setting his back to it again. Twenty yards farther up, the corridor branched into another T-junction. Stu turned right and went past more offices. The corridor ended at the microbiology lab. In one of the lab carrels a young man clad in jockey shorts lay sprawled over his desk. He was comatose, bleeding from the nose and mouth. His breath rattled in and out with a sound like October wind in dead cornhusks.
And then Stu did begin to run, turning from one corridor to another, becoming more and more convinced that there was no way out, at least not from this level. The echo of his footfalls chased him, as if either Elder or Vic had lived just long enough to put a squad of ghostly MPs on his trail. Then another fancy crowded that out, one he somehow associated with the queer dreams he had been having the last few nights. The idea grew so strong that he became afraid to turn around, afraid that if he did he would see a white-suited figure striding after him, a white-suited figure with no face but only blackness behind a Plexiglas plate. Some dreadful apparition, a hit-man from beyond sane time and space.
Panting, Stu rounded a corner, sprinted ten feet before he realized the corridor was a dead end, and crashed into a door with a sign over it. The sign read EXIT.
He pushed at the bar, convinced it would not move, but it did, and the door opened easily. He went down four steps to another door. To the left of this landing, more stairs went down into thick darkness. The top half of this second door was clear glass reinforced with crisscrossed safety wire. Beyond it was only the night, the beautiful mellow summer night, and all the freedom a man ever dreamed of.
Stu was still staring out, transfixed, when the hand slipped out of the darkness of the stairwell and grasped his ankle. A gasp tore at Stu’s throat like a thorn. He looked around, his belly a freezing floe of ice, and beheld a bloody, grinning face upturned in the darkness.
“Come down and eat chicken with me, beautiful,” it whispered in a cracked and dying voice. “It’s soooo dark—”
Stu screamed and tried to pull free. The grinning thing from the darkness held on, talking and grinning and chuckling. Blood or bile was trickling from the corners of its mouth. Stu kicked at the hand holding his ankle, then stomped it. The face hanging in the darkness of the stairwell disappeared. There was a series of thudding crashes… and then the screams began. Of pain or of rage, Stu could not tell. He didn’t care. He battered against the outside door with his shoulder. It banged open and he tottered out, whirling his arms to keep his balance. He lost it anyway and fell down on the cement path.
He sat up slowly, almost warily. Behind him, the screams had stopped.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 4:46 PM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 02/20/2025
