1998 film "U.S. Marshals" DVD video:
01:48:28
US Chief Deputy Marshal Sam Gerard: Can you get me a helicopter to the 59th Street pad?
John Royce: You got it.
This is why those Bill Gates-US DOJ/FBI-US DOD-George Bush-Nazi vermin still think they have a chance to win against us and United States federal justice, son.
http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=47.621858,-122.364757&spn=0.006595,0.020556&t=h&z=17
2007 film "I Am Legend" DVD movie:
00:45:44
US Army Lieutenant Colonel Robert Neville: Listen, uh, if you're planning a party or something, just tell me now. Okay? Because you know I don't like surprises. And I swear I'll act surprised.
http://www.divxmoviesenglishsubtitles.com/U/Under_Siege.html
Under Siege
You are to report to the mess deck|prior to the helo's arrival.
Negative.
Excuse me?
Only I cook for the captain.|You don't like that, talk to him.
I don't believe you get it.
See, this is a surprise party.
No one is going to talk|to the captain about this.
You know something?
He don't like surprises.|Neither do I.
Then I guess we'll just see|what we'll see. Won't we?
"I guess we'll just see|what we'll see. Won't we?"
Krill's going to skin you alive.
Why is it that I'm|starting to shake so bad...
...and there's this deep fear in me...
...thinking about Mr. Krill and|the horrible things he'll do to me?
2007 film "I Am Legend" DVD video:
00:45:53
Sam the dog: [ barks ]
US Army Lieutenant Colonel Robert Neville: Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing out here, Fred?! What the - ? What the hell are you - ? No! No! No! No. What the hell are you doing out here, Fred?! How did you get out here?! Fred, if you're real, you better tell me right now! If you're real, you better tell me right now! Damn it, Fred! Damn it!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thu, May 4, 2006 3:12:00 PM
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 5/4/06
And imagine your absolute worst roommate you ever had. Then imagine someone a million times worse. Then imagine having to live with 70 of them. Then imagine having to cope with all of you every where I go. Then imagine having not one single moment or shred of privacy where every minute, every second of the day, every day, every week, every month, every year, every single sound you make is heard and recorded by someone. It is worse than unbearable. I cannot begin to articulate how unbearable is this. It is a waking nightmare that is so captivating and so oppresive and I just can't wake up from it.
Kerry Burgess wrote:
Didn't start feeling alert until 9 am. That's when I realized I had a doctor's appt at 10am and I didn't know where it was. They sent me a map with driving directions but I had no idea which bus got there. I could have found it in 2 minutes if I had an internet connection, but I did not. I knew there was some kind of automated line for Metro but I didn't know the number or even if it would give me the info I needed. I imagined I would spend 30 minutes standing around on the phone and still not know what I needed to know. According to the map, the office was somewhere about 3.5 miles away. Two years ago, I could run that far in a half hour and I figured I could probably walk it now and get there no more than half an hour late. I was 18 minutes late. The doctor examined the hip injury from when I was in the Navy. I can't remember when the injury actually occurred. There were several things that could have caused it. I think I may have slammed into the bulwark when I was trying to avoid the anchor chain. Another time, I grabbed onto a cable that was supposed to be grounded, but I grabbed it before the guy with the grounding wand could hit it. A good lesson perhaps in overtraining. I remember my feet hurting for a while after that, but I didn't feel any kind of shock at the time. I used to wear a knife and another tool on my belt and it rested against my hip, but I can't remember if I was wearing it that day. The worst part, today, was walking around trying to get to the doctor's office and having this overwhelming feeling that everyone around me, walking, driving, they all were wondering how I was going to make it there on time. They all knew where I was supposed to be and they were all watching me like I am some kind of reality show contestant. It is overwhelming at times. I suppose it is, in some minor ways, not unlike a major leaque baseball player feels, at least some of them, when they are trying to make their first catch of a pop fly to the outfield. But this is worse. This all is just evil. The level of deception over all these years is just beyond evil. There are probably a lot of egomaniacs that fantasized about this kind of attention, but I never have. It is lunacy beyond articulation.
Kerry Burgess wrote:
After my short nap yesterday late evening, when back to sleep after midnight and slept pretty soundly until after 7. Had a dream that seemed to occur just before I woke up. I was inside some kind of missile. Seems like it was an SM2-ER on the Wainwright's launcher and it was going to send me into orbit or outer space maybe. When I woke up, I heard lyrics from that song:
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 4 May 2006 excerpt ends]
