Today is 08/05/2026

by me, Kerry Burgess, 08/05/2026 07:47 AM

This is not comprehensive summary of my posted notes about the calendar-day 08/01/2026

Here I try to describe my observations that coincide with the events that happened locally here in Spokane and that has become multinational mainstream-media news.

Any code pattern must be understandable by both sides of the conversation.









https://www.the-independent.com/news/world/americas/spokane-fires-washington-cause-arson-suspect-b3027238.html

Independent

Devastating Spokane fires reflect a broader trend of wildland-urban disasters in the US

The Spokane fires, collectively known as the Spokane Complex Fire, resulted from a rare convergence of compounding factors

Mojtaba Sadegh The Conversation & John Abatzoglou

Tuesday 04 August 2026 09:53 EDT

Residents in the region knew they faced a high risk of fires spreading that weekend. One day before the fires broke out, the National Weather Service declared a rare “particularly dangerous situation” warning for the Spokane region, the first of its kind in Washington state.









From 10/24/1994 ( premiere USA film "Stargate" ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 11604 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/10/1997 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Mysteries of the Bible"::"Messiah" ) is 11604 days









From 10/4/1968 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"The Paradise Syndrome" ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 21120 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/30/2023 ( ) is 21120 days









From 7/21/1969 ( USA Apollo 11 landing on Moon ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 20830 days

20830 = 10415 + 10415

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) is 10415 days









From 6/1/1984 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek III: The Search for Spock" ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 15401 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/2/2008 ( premiere USA TV series episode "My Shocking Story"::"I Woke Up in the Morgue" ) is 15401 days









From 7/8/1993 ( premiere US film "In the Line of Fire" ) To 9/27/2013 ( for me personally as Kerry Burgess: my first day at that apartment complex in Spokane Valley after leaving Seattle the day before ) is 7386 days

7386 = 3693 + 3693

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/13/1975 ( ) is 3693 days



From 12/13/1975 ( Michael Baumgartner ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 18494 days

18494 = 9247 + 9247

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/26/1991 ( the radio broadcast by Saddam Hussein ordering his troops to flee Kuwait City ) is 9247 days



From 5/12/2006 ( ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 7386 days

7386 = 3693 + 3693

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/13/1975 ( ) is 3693 days









From 10/16/1991 ( ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 12708 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/18/2000 ( ) is 12708 days









From 5/10/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess - journal, Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - previously referenced ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 7388 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/24/1986 ( ) is 7388 days









From 3/20/2009 ( premiere USA film "Knowing" AND premiere USA TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::series finale "Daybreak" ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 6343 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/16/1983 ( premiere USA TV series episode "ABC Afterschool Specials"::"Have You Ever Been Ashamed of Your Parents?" ) is 6343 days









From 3/10/1989 ( ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 13658 days

13658 = 6829 + 6829

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/14/1984 ( ) is 6829 days



From 3/26/2003 ( ) To 8/1/2026 ( ) is 8529 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/10/1989 ( ) is 8529 days









my response to rando on the internet - previously referenced

Kerry Wayne Burgess @hvom2022

Replying to @MikeColangelo

Is that all just porno for you, Daisy?

Is that why all those people a few years ago got all worked up into a frenzy to trespass at Area 51?

Is that what you're still hoping to do?

UFO-worshippers are harassing USA DOD so they will give you their UFO-porno?

7:15 PM August 30, 2023









rando on the internet:

Mike Colangelo @MikeColangelo

The Physics of UFOs is Easy

According to the legendary Jack Sarfatti, the physics behind UFOs is easy and elementary and all the smart physicists already understand it. He jokingly calls the host a "dumb little f*ck". ??

Jack Sarfatti also says that he knows there is life all over the universe and he knows there are aliens because he is a genius and understands physics and has had direct contact with aliens.

Full Interview: https://youtu.be/70Vrvg4dUHQ?si=1ZV7hW4PPOsvH3Vl

#ufoX #ufo #uap #ufos

1:01 PM August 30, 2023



Kerry Wayne Burgess @hvom2022

What I can't figure out is why First Solar @FirstSolar can't solve the emissions-pollution problem everyone's causing

Sounds like a good cause for your community to obsess compulsively over to find a solution

Do something finally that is actually important

2:03 PM August 30, 2023









Star Trek

"The Paradise Syndrome"

Original Airdate: Oct 4, 1968

(from internet transcript)

[Lodge]

ELDER: Miramanee has said that you appeared to her and to her handmaiden from the walls of the temple, just as our legend foretells. We do not doubt the words of our priestess, but these are troubled times, and we must be sure.

KIRK: I'll answer anything I can, but as I told you, many things are strange to me.

SALISH: He knows nothing of our danger. How could he save us?

ELDER: It is against custom to interrupt a tribal elder at council, even for the medicine chief.

SALISH: Elder, words will not save us when the skies darken. We must be certain. I say he must prove he is a god.

ELDER: Our skies have darkened three times since the harvest. The last time worst of all. Our legend predicts such danger and promises that the Wise Ones who planted us here will send a god to save us, one who can rouse the temple spirit and make the sky grow quiet. Can you do this?

KIRK: I came from the temple, as Miramanee said, and it was a beginning for me here. But I came from the sky, too. Only I can't remember. I can't remember.









IMDb

The Stand (TV Mini-Series)

The Plague (1994)

Quotes

Dr. Dietz: Patty Greer says you've given her quite a bit of trouble, she's quite upset.

Stu Redman: Well, that makes two of us. Being hijacked by a bunch of government sons of bitches in space suits does that to me every time.









The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author

(from internet transcript)

excerpt, Chapter 13

The red light went on. The pump hissed. The door opened. The man who stepped through was not wearing one of the white all-over suits, but a small shiny nose-filter that looked a little bit like a two-pronged silver fork, the kind the hostess leaves on the canape table to get the olives out of the bottle.

“Hi, Mr. Redman,” he said, strolling across the room. He stuck out his hand, clad in a thin transparent rubber glove, and Stu, surprised into the defensive, shook it. “I’m Dick Deitz. Denninger said you wouldn’t play ball anymore unless somebody told you what the score was.”

Stu nodded.

“Good.” Deitz sat on the edge of the bed. He was a small brown man, and sitting there with his elbows cocked just above his knees, he looked like a gnome in a Disney picture. “So what do you want to know?”

“First, I guess I want to know why you’re not wearing one of those spacesuits.”









The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author

(from internet transcript)

excerpt, Chapter 26

In Des Moines, at 11:30 P.M., CST, an old Buick covered with religious stickers—HONK IF YOU LOVE JESUS, among others—cruised the deserted downtown streets relentlessly. There had been a fire in Des Moines earlier in the day that had burned most of the south side of Hull Avenue and Grandview Junior College; later there had been a riot that gutted most of the downtown area.

When the sun went down, these streets had been filled with restlessly circling crowds of people, most of them under twenty-five, many riding choppers. They had broken windows, stolen TV sets, filled their gas tanks at service stations while watching for anyone who might have a gun. Now the streets were empty. Some of them—the bikers, mainly—were kicking out their remaining jams on Interstate 80. But most of them had crept into houses and locked the doors, already suffering with superflu or only terror of it as daylight left this flat green land. Now Des Moines looked like the aftermath of some monster New Year’s Eve party after sodden sleep, had claimed the last of the revelers. The Buick’s tires whispered and crunched over the broken glass in the street and turned west from Fourteenth onto Euclid Avenue, passing two cars that had crashed head-on and now lay on their sides with their bumpers interlaced like lovers after a successful double homicide. There was a loudspeaker on top of the Buick’s roof, and now it began to give off amplified boops and beeps, followed by the scratchy sounds of an old record’s opening grooves, and then, blaring up and down the spectral, deserted streets of Des Moines came the sweetly droning voice of Mother Maybelle Carter, singing “Keep on the Sunny Side.”

Keep on the sunny side,

Always on the sunny side,

Keep on the sunny side of life,

Though your problems may be many

It will seem you don’t have any

If you keep on the sunny side of life…

The old Buick cruised on and on, making figure-eights, loops, sometimes circling the same block three or four times. When it hit a bump (or rolled over a body), the record would skip.

At twenty minutes to midnight, the Buick pulled over to the curb and idled. Then it began to roll again. The loudspeaker blared Elvis Presley singing “The Old Rugged Cross,” and a night wind soughed through the trees and stirred a final whiff of smoke from the smoldering ruins of the junior college.

From the President’s speech, delivered at 9 P.M., EST, not seen in many areas.

“… a great nation such as this must do. We cannot afford to jump at shadows like small children in a dark room; but neither can we afford to take this serious outbreak of influenza lightly. My fellow Americans, I urge you to stay at home. If you feel ill, stay in bed, take aspirin, and drink plenty of clear liquids. Be confident that you will feel better in a week at most. Let me repeat what I said at the beginning of my talk to you this evening: There is no truth—no truth —to the rumor that this strain of flu is fatal. In the greatest majority of cases, the person afflicted can expect to be up and around and feeling fine within a week. Further—”

(a spasm of coughing)

“Further, there has been a vicious rumor promulgated by certain radical anti-establishment groups that this strain of influenza has been somehow bred by this government for some possible military use. Fellow Americans, this is a flat-out falsehood, and I want to brand it as such right here and now. This country signed the revised Geneva Accords on poison gas, nerve gas, and germ warfare in good conscience and in good faith. We have not now nor have we ever—”

(a spasm of sneezes)

“—have we ever been a party to the clandestine manufacture of substances outlawed by the Geneva Convention. This is a moderately serious outbreak of influenza, no more and no less. We have reports tonight of outbreaks in a score of other countries, including Russia and Red China. Therefore we—”

(a spasm of coughs and sneezes)

“—we ask you to remain calm and secure in the knowledge that late this week or early next, a flu vaccine will be available for those not already on the mend. National Guardsmen have been called out in some areas to protect the populace against hooligans, vandals, and scare-mongers, but there is absolutely no truth to the rumors that some cities have been ‘occupied’ by regular army forces or that the news has been managed. My fellow Americans, this is a flat-out falsehood, and I want to brand it as such right here and…”

Graffito written on the front of the First Baptist Church of Atlanta in red spray paint:

“Dear Jesus. I will see you soon. Your friend, America. PS. I hope you will still have some vacancies by the end of the week.”









The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author

(from internet transcript)

excerpt, Chapter 66

At the same time Julie Lawry was leaving the Cub Bar, feeling shat upon for doing no more than what she saw as her civic duty, Tom Cullen stood by the picture window of his apartment in another part of the city, looking dreamily out at the full moon.

It was time to go.

Time to go back.

This apartment was not like his house in Boulder. This place was furnished but not decorated. He had not put up so much as a single poster or hung a single stuffed bird from piano wire. This place had been only a way station, and now it was time to go on. He was glad. He hated it here. It had a kind of smell to it here, a dry and rotten smell that you could never quite-put your finger on. The people were mostly nice, and some of them he liked every bit as well as the people in Boulder, folks like Angie and that little boy, Dinny. No one made fun of him because he was slow. They had given him a job and joked with him, and on lunchbreak they’d trade out of their dinner-buckets for something out of someone else’s that looked better. They were nice folks, not much different from Boulder folks, as far as he could tell, but—

But they had that smell about them.

They all seemed to be waiting and watching. Sometimes strange silences fell among them and their eyes seemed to glaze over, as if they were all having the same uneasy dream. They did things without asking for explanations of why they were doing them, or what it was for. It was as if these people were wearing happy-folks faces, but their real faces, their underneath-faces, were monster faces. He had seen a scary movie about that once. That kind of monster was called a werewolf.

The moon rode over the desert, ghostly, high, and free.

He had seen Dayna, from the Free Zone. He had seen her once and never again. What had happened to her? Had she been spying, too? Had she gone back?

He didn’t know. But he was afraid.

There was a small knapsack in the La-Z-Boy chair that faced the apartment’s useless color console TV. The knapsack was full of vacuum-sealed ham strips and Slim Jims and Saltines. He picked it up and put it on.

Travel at night, sleep in the day.

He stepped out into the courtyard of the building without a backward glance. The moon was so bright that he cast a shadow on the cracked cement where the would-be high rollers had once parked their cars with the out-of-state plates.

He looked up at the ghostly coin that floated in the sky.

“M-O-O-N, that spells moon,” he whispered. “Laws, yes. Tom Cullen knows what that means.”









The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author

(from internet transcript)

excerpt, Chapter 68

REDEMPTION.

Was it possible? He didn’t know. But if he found something… something big … and brought it to the dark man in Las Vegas, might it not be possible? And even if REDEMPTION was impossible, perhaps ATONEMENT was not. If it was true, there was still a chance he could die content.

What? What could it be? What was big enough for REDEMPTION, or even for ATONEMENT? Not landmines or a fleet of flametracks, not grenades or automatic weapons. None of those things were big enough. He knew where there were two large experimental bombers (they had been built without congressional knowledge, paid for out of blind defense funds), but he could not get them back to Vegas, and even if he could, there was no one there who could fly them. From the looks of them, they crewed at least ten, maybe more.

He was like an infrared scope that senses heat in darkness and reveals those heat sources as vague red-devil shapes. He was able, in some strange way, to sense the things that had been left behind in this wasteland, where so many military projects had been carried out. He could have gone straight west, straight to Project Blue, where the whole thing had begun. But cold plague was not to his taste, and in his confused but not entirely illogical way, he thought it would not be to Flagg’s taste, either. Plague didn’t care who it killed. It might have been better for the human race if the original funders of Project Blue had kept that simple fact in mind.

So he had gone northwest from Indian Springs, into the sandy desolation of the Nellis Air Force Range, stopping his crawler when he had to cut through high barbed-wire fences marked with signs that read—US GOVERNMENT PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING and ARMED SENTRIES and GUARD DOGS and THERE IS A HIGH-VOLTAGE CHARGE PASSING THROUGH THESE WIRES. But the electricity was dead, like the guard dogs and the armed sentries, and Trashcan Man drove on, correcting his course from time to time. He was being drawn, drawn to something. He didn’t know what it was, but he thought it was big. Big enough.



- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 08:05 AM Pacific-timezone USA Wednesday 08/05/2026