by me, Kerry Burgess, 08/21/2026 5:08 PM
They are going to run that same segment on the tv news today over and over.
By now, those people on tv reading the scripts should be laughing at this stuff, wondering what that blogger-guy is going to blog-post about, burying my other previous genius posts here, because of that mainstream-media mega-corporation
This time next week is supposed to be the debut of season two of "Dark Matter" on Appletv.
Have not yet viewed today's newest episode of "Silo". Don't feel much like watching it, maybe after today
The Expanse
Dulcinea (Pilot)
One of these days, Earth and Mars are gonna bury the hatchet and hammer out a treaty.
Yeah, and now you're dreamin', Cap.
McDOWELL: I'm a man of great vision.
You'll see.
To 12/14/2015 ( premiere USA TV series "The Expanse" ) From 2/25/1955 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Dear Phoebe"::"No Talent School" ) is 22207 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/21/2026 ( ) is 22207 days
From 12/14/2015 ( premiere USA TV series "The Expanse" ) To 8/21/2026 ( ) is 3903 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/10/1976 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Insight"::"Jesus B.C." ) is 3903 days
From 10/28/1955 ( Microsoft Corbis Bill Gates the transvestite and 100% female gender as born to brother-sister genetic-sibling mother and father ) To 8/15/2016 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, illustrated below here ) is 22207 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/21/2026 ( ) is 22207 days
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Abaddon's Gate (The Expanse, Book 3, by James Corey, Kindle Edition)
Chapter 47: Holden
Everyone had lost something in the wake of the protomolecule. The species as a whole had lost its sense of its own importance. Its primacy in the universal plan.
Holden had lost his certainty.
When he thought back to the man he'd been before the death of the Cant, he remembered a man filled with righteous certainty. Right was right, wrong was wrong, you drew the lines thus and so. His time with Miller had stripped him of some of that. His time working for Fred Johnson had, if not removed, then filed down what remained. A sort of creeping nihilism had taken its place. A sense that the protomolecule had broken the human race in ways that could never be repaired. Humanity had gotten a two-billion-year reprieve on a death sentence it hadn't known it had, but time was up. All that was left was the kicking and screaming.
Oddly enough, it was Miller who had given him his sense of purpose back. Or whatever the Miller construct was. He couldn't really remember that version of himself who'd known exactly where all the lines were drawn. He wasn't sure of much of anything anymore. But whatever had climbed up off of Venus, and built the Ring, it had built Miller too.
And it had wanted to talk. To him.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 5:41 PM Pacific-timezone USA Friday 08/21/2026
