by me, Kerry Burgess, 02/06/2026 1:20 PM
Nothing improbable here again
My first observation is because I misremembered the first letter of a name. I worked on it before I checked the name and noticed I got it wrong. More proof I am human.
Two parts to this note.
This first part is followed by a reference I have assembled and developed as a follow up about that computer-game Occupy Mars: The Game
Turns out, version 1.0 was not fully ready when it released on 01/30/2026
I hope those people are not working in the space-program
All the people they send out to space will probably die.
That would be true of anything Elon Musk does any actual work on.
Because Elon Musk is a moron.
Elon Musk is a lottery-winner with never any real talent
Elon Musk was hired to be, simply, a clown.
And he's not very good at that either, or anything, except his Idiocracy polluting everything.
"New Kids on the Blecch" [ The Simpsons ]
Original Airdate on FOX: 25-Feb-2001
Lt. Smash: Subliminal messages? Do you have any idea of how insane that sounds?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_controlman
Fire controlman
From Wikipedia
Fire controlman (abbreviated as FC) is a United States Navy occupational rating.
The fire controlman rating insignia is a coincidence or stereoscopic rangefinder, with two lightning bolts (called "sparks") signifying the technical skills required. The lightning bolts were introduced when the rate was re-established in 1985.
FCs maintain the control systems used in aiming and firing weapons on all equipped ships. Complex computers, electronics, and electrical and hydraulic equipment are required to ensure the accuracy of guided missile, surface, and anti-aircraft fire control systems. FCs are responsible for the operation, routine care, and repair of this equipment, which includes radars, computers, weapons-direction equipment, target-designation systems, gyroscopes, and rangefinders.
From 3/20/2009 ( premiere USA film "Knowing" AND premiere USA TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::series finale "Daybreak" ) To 2/6/2026 ( Today , Friday ) is 6167 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/21/1982 ( ) is 6167 days
https://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=0klj8wIChNAC&dat=19820921&printsec=frontpage&hl=en
Jacob's Ladder (1990)
Jacob Singer: How will I know you?
Michael Newman: You already know me.
Jacob Singer: I do?
Michael Newman: Yes. Make sure you're not followed
by me, Kerry Burgess, 05/07/2025, excerpt
Today, I am adapting my code-pattern to one of her activities posted on Twitter (or as that lameoid no-skill moron Elon Musk calls it, in the most idiotic branding possible: X)
by me, Kerry Burgess 06/27/2025
Twitter (now X, because of that imbecile Elon Musk and his idiotic branding, not to mention his ExplodingX spaceships and collapsing gantry-cranes)
Posted by Kerry Burgess at 5:05 PM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Tuesday, November 06, 2018
Rebranding
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 517 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
He took a place beside her on the ground. Now he could feel it. The air around her seemed to prickle with barely contained rage. It flowed off her like an electric current.
"That's some knife."
She had resumed her patient sharpening. "Eustace gave it to me."
"You think it's sharp enough?"
"Just keeping my hands busy."
He groped for the next thing to say but couldn't find it. Where have you gone, Lish?
"I should be angry with you," he said. "You could have told me what your orders were."
"And then what would you have done? Follow me?"
"I'm AWOL as it is. A few more days wouldn't have made any difference."
She blew on the tip of the knife. "They weren't your orders, Peter. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad to see you. I'm not even surprised. In a weird way, it makes sense you'd be here. You're a good officer, and we'll need you. But we all have our jobs to do."
He was taken aback. A good officer? Was that all he was to her? "That doesn't sound like you."
"It doesn't matter how it sounds. That's just how it is. Maybe it's time somebody said it."
"The Twelve: A Novel" (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
by Justin Cronin, author
Page 52 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
So it was that Deputy Director Horace Guilder (were there any actual directors anymore?) had found himself sitting before the Joint Chiefs (enough stars and bars around the table to start a Girl Scout troop) to offer his official assessment of the situation in Colorado. (Sorry, we made vampires; it seemed like a good idea at the time.)
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin, author
Page 500 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Darkness came on. Guilder's gaze traveled down the hill to the Project. It would need a new name now. Hoppel would have been the guy for that; no doubt about it, he'd had a way with words. In his former life he'd been an ad guy with a big Chicago agency, experience he'd put to plentiful use concocting the catchphrases and jingles that kept the troops in rhetorical line, right down to the words of the anthem. 'Homeland, our Homeland, we pledge our lives to thee. Our labors do we offer, without recompense or fee. Homeland, our Homeland, a nation rises here. Safety, hope, security, from sea to shining sea.' Corny as hell, and Guilder hadn't been so keen on the word "recompense" - it seemed a little bookish - but the thing scanned nicely and was, by the standards of its genre, not too hard on the ears.
So, what should they call it there? "Bunker" was too martial. "Palace" had the right general ring, but there was nothing palatial about the place. It looked like a big concrete box. Something religious? A shrine? Who would not go willingly into a shrine?
Just how many of the flatlanders would have to go, and at what frequency, remained to be seen; Guilder had yet to receive specific instructions from Zero on this point; the general sense being that things would come out in the wash. The Twelve - or rather, Eleven - might be different from your garden-variety viral, but they were what they were - eating machines, basically. No matter what directives came down from on high, a century of gobbling up everything with a pulse would be a hard habit to shake. But in the main, their diet would consist of a combination of donated human blood and domestic livestock. The right ratio needed to be scrupulously maintained; the human population had to grow. Generation by generation, human and viral, working together - which was, come to think of it, not a bad way to sell the thing. It was positively Hoppelesque. What was the term? Rebranding? That's what Guilder needed. A fresh point of view, a new lexicon, a new vision. A rebranding of the viral experience.
He might have really hit on something with this shrine business. The establishment of something rather like an official religion, with all the mumbo jumbo and ritualistic trappings, might be just the lubricant the gears of human psychology required. State worship was all stick and no carrot; it produced only an arid obedience to authority. But hope was the greatest social organizer of all. Give people hope, and you could make them do just about anything. And not just your average, everyday kind of hope - for food or clothes or the absence of pain or good suburban schools or low down payments with easy financing. What people needed was a hope beyond the visible world, the world of the body and its trials, of life's endless dull parade of *things*. A hope that all was not as it appeared.
And there it was, the name. How simple it was, how elegant. Not a shrine, a temple. The Temple of Life Everlasting. And he, Horace Guilder, would be its priest.
From 6/16/2005 ( as Kerry Burgess my official records United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital includes: Date of Admission, psychiatric unit ) To 9/28/2008 ( ) is 1200 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/14/1969 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Requiem for Methuselah" ) is 1200 days
From 1/12/1901 ( ) To 11/4/1986 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official enlisted US Navy documents includes: Date Completed - US Navy Fire Control Technician Class "A", Service School Command, Naval Training Center, Great Lakes, Illinois, - leading to permanent assignment until 1990 to CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance), USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2) ) is 31342 days
31342 = 15671 + 15671
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/28/2008 ( ) is 15671 days
https://www.nasa.gov/offices/c3po/home/spacex_falcon1_flight_4.html
NASA official
SpaceX Successfully Launches Falcon 1 to Orbit
09.28.08
HAWTHORNE, CA – September 28, 2008 – Space Exploration Technologies Corp. (SpaceX) announces that Flight 4 of the Falcon 1 launch vehicle has successfully launched and achieved Earth orbit. With this key milestone, Falcon 1 becomes the first privately developed liquid fuel rocket to orbit the Earth.
"This is a great day for SpaceX
January 1901
From Wikipedia
January 12, 1901
The Electrical Review announced that the patent of Dr. Mihajlo Pupin, a professor of physics at Columbia College, had been purchased by the American Telephone and Telegraph Company (AT&T), and that it would facilitate long distance telephone communication. Dr. Pupin had patented the loading coil in 1900, making it possible to transmit and receive sounds of the human voice regardless of the length of the land line. Dr. Pupin was paid $500,000 for the device that A T & T called "the most important invention since that of the telephone itself" that would "revolutionize the entire telephone system" equivalent to $12,000,000 in 2016.
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
4X08 - SINE QUA NON
ORIGINAL AIRDATE (SciFi): 30-MAY-2008
(from internet transcript)
Romo, alone: No man is perfect. No man is less perfect than a candidate for high office. Thus the ranks of likely suspects is winnowed to none. What if we're going about this backwards, hey Lance? What if instead of picking names and finding fault, we ask ourselves the qualities that we, that we want. No, that we need in a chief executive, see if it fits that bill. Honesty, of course. The wisdom to recognize the correct if unpopular choice, as well as the courage to see it through. Experience. When the wrong choices cost lives and the right ones save. Tall order. We might as well just spell out one name. (He hisses like a cat.) Just one. One we knew from the start. Sometimes you take on a losing case and you make yourself a believer. Other times, no matter what you tell yourself, in your heart you know the outcome is fixed. The verdict inevitable. Lance. Defense rests. Come on.
("LEE ADAMA" is written on the board.)
Corridor
Romo, meeting Lee: Apologies. I couldn't wait to tell you.
Lee: Tell me what?
Romo: We found our candidate. Someone the Quorum won't hesitate to approve, even over Zarek's objections. Someone the Admiral can't help but accept.
Lee: Yeah? Who?
Romo: Congratulations, Mr. President.
Lee: My name was never on that list.
Romo: Of course not! That would be too blatant. But it is everything you always wanted, isn't it? Why you had me cross forty-seven names off that list? Come on, admit it. Savor your victory, Mr. Adama. (Pulling a gun.) Because you'll never get the chance to serve.
ACT FIVE
Corridor
Lee: What are you doing?
Romo: Why? Because you're perfect for the job, of course. Because after the vicious aberration that was Baltar's presidency, and the bitter disappointment that was Roslin's, you are a shining beacon of hope. Only hope is the last thing we need. We're a doomed race, and it's time that we made our peace with that essential truth.
Lee, smiling scared: Romo, what the hell are you talking about?
Romo: Why? You wanna know why? (Kicks duffle across to him.) Open it! (Lee gags.) That's right. They killed my cat!
"New Kids on the Blecch" (The Simpsons)
Original Airdate on FOX: 25-Feb-2001
(from internet transcript)
One of Smash's superior officers jolts him back to reality.
Admiral: Lieutenant! Lt. Smash!
Smash: Oh, Admiral.
Admiral: That hippie fantasy again?
Smash: They're getting less frequent, sir.
Admiral: Excellent. [the two men walk onto the bridge of the ship. The admiral closes the door behind them] Well, there's no easy way to say this. The new administration is shutting down Project Boy Band.
Smash: Shutting it down? Permission to say that's crazy, sir.
From 6/21/1955 ( Dwight Eisenhower, 34th President of USA federal government 1953-1961: Executive Order 10616 - Suspension of Certain Provisions of the Officer Personnel Act of 1947, as Amended, Which Relates to Officers of the Marine Corps of the Grade of Brigadier General ) To 2/6/2026 ( Today , Friday ) is 25798 days
25798 = 12899 + 12899
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/25/2001 ( premiere USA TV episode "The Simpsons"::"New Kids on the Blecch" ) is 12899 days
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 3:18 PM Pacific-timezone USA Friday 02/06/2026
