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Posted by Kerry Burgess at 3:25 PM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Thursday, October 03, 2019
Kerry Burgess, Interstellar Space Administrator
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When the Robots come for us just remember - Vending Machines were trying to warn us all along!
8:07 AM - 26 Sep 2019
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[ excerpt ends Posted by Kerry Burgess at 3:25 PM Thursday, October 03, 2019 ]
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From 9/13/2005 to 8/4/2017 is 4343 days
From 4/25/1979 to 3/16/1991 is 4343 days
From 4/25/2001 to 3/16/2013 is 4343 days
posted by Kerry Burgess - H.V.O.M at 6:31 PM Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Maybe tomorrow.
Nothing today. Maybe I'll hear something tomorrow.
Epic poetry agrees with Tragedy in so far as it is an imitation in verse of characters of a higher type. They differ, in that Epic poetry admits but one kind of metre, and is narrative in form. They differ, again, in their length: for Tragedy endeavours, as far as possible, to confine itself to a single revolution of the sun, or but slightly to exceed this limit; whereas the Epic action has no limits of time.
The Poetics - Aristotle
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 13 September 2005 excerpt ends]
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Manhattan (1979)
Release Info
USA 18 April 1979 (New York City, New York) (premiere)
USA 25 April 1979
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
Stephen King
page 52 of 361
Allie
"How'd he know my name?" she asked Nort, and Nort only shook his head.
She opened it and read this:
You want to know about Death. I left him a word. That word is NINETEEN. If you say it to him his mind will be opened. He will tell you what lies beyond. He will tell you what he saw.
The word is NINETEEN.
Knowing will drive you mad.
But sooner or later you will ask.
You won't be able to help yourself.
Have a nice day (smiley face)
Walter o'Dim
P.S. The word is NINETEEN.
You will try to forget but sooner or later it will come out of your mouth like vomit.
NINETEEN.
(text of note ends)
And oh dear God, she knew that she would. Already it trembled on her lips. Nineteen, she would say - Nort, listen: Nineteen. And the secrets of Death and the land beyond would be opened to her.
Sooner or later you will ask.
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
Stephen King
page 55
VIII
"Do you really think that number would - "
"If you like your sanity, you don't ever want to say that word to Nort," the gunslinger said. "Put it out of your head. If you can, teach yourself that the number after eighteen is twenty. That half of thirty-eight is seventeen. The man who signed himself Walter o'Dim is a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them."
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
Stephen King
page 87
XVII
I said the word, nineteen, I said, and he told me...I can't bear it - "
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
Stephen King
page 87
XVII
"They've gone to the land of Nineteen, he thought. Whatever is there.
Sticks flew through the air, rained on him. He staggered, fended them off. One with a nail pounded raggedly through it ripped at his arm and drew blood. A man with beard stubble and sweat-stained armpits lunged, flying at him with a dull kitchen knife held in one paw. The gunslinger shot him dead and the man thumped into the street. His false teeth shot out as his chin struck and grinned, spit-shiny, in the dirt.
"SATAN!" someone was screaming: "THE ACCURSED! BRING HIM DOWN!"
"THE INTERLOPER! another voice cried. Sticks rained on him. A knife struck his boot and bounced. "THE INTERLOPER! THE ANTICHRIST!"
He blasted his way through the middle of them, running as the bodies fell, his hands picking the targets with ease and dreadful accuracy. Two men and a woman went down, and he ran through the hole they left.
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From 4/12/1959 ( premiere US TV series episode "Colt .45"::"Dead Aim" ) To 3/16/2013 ( the untimely demise, or something, of Kerry Burgess 2005 and previous versions originally Kerry Burgess 1965 the human cloned from a natural human being and I exist today as Kerry Burgess 2013 ) is 19697 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 19697 days
From 1/5/1968 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek"::"The Gamesters of Triskelion" ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 18903 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/4/2017 ( premiere US film "The Dark Tower" ) is 18903 days
From 5/1/2000 ( premiere US film "Gladiator" ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 7098 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/9/1985 ( premiere US TV series "Hail to the Chief" ) is 7098 days
From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 10490 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/23/1994 ( premiere US TV movie "Doomsday Gun" ) is 10490 days
From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 10490 days
10490 = 5245 + 5245
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/13/1980 ( premiere US TV movie "Camera Three: Hail to the Chieftains" ) is 5245 days
From 10/28/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 9110 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/12/1990 ( premiere US film "Memphis Belle" ) is 9110 days
From 10/17/1961 ( premiere US film "Bridge to the Sun" ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 21174 days
21174 = 10587 + 10587
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/28/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) is 10587 days
From 1/12/1969 ( premiere US TV series episode "My Friend Tony"::"Death Comes in Small Packages" ) To 10/7/2019 ( ) is 18530 days
18530 = 9265 + 9265
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate ) is 9265 days
Memphis Belle (1990)
(from internet transcript)
It's not me!
It's not me. It must be you.
I think he's in shock.
No, you're in shock!
from my private journal as Kerry Burgess: 06/22/08 8:30 PM
but I was noticing when I was in the VA that there is some medical equipment they manufacture that monitors body functions.
She said before that she had wanted to be a doctor and I cannot now remember what was the other aspiration she listed after doctor but I began to wonder if that has something to do with my wife, who is also a medical doctor.
from my online journal as Kerry Burgess
Wednesday, August 08, 2018 at 4:15 pm Pacific Time USA
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Phoebe Cates
Biography
Date of Birth 16 July 1963, New York City, New York, USA
Birth Name Phoebe Belle Cates
Posted by Kerry Burgess - H.V.O.M at 9:24 AM Thursday, November 20, 2008
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Gastroenterology
Gastroenterology (MeSH heading) is the branch of medicine whereby the digestive system and its disorders are studied. Etymologically, the name is a combination of three Ancient Greek words gastros (stomach), enteron (intestine), and logos (reason).
Physicians practicing in this field of medicine are called gastroenterologists.
album: "Starfish" (1988)
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THE CHURCH
"Under The Milky Way"
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
Sound of their breath fades with the light
I think about the loveless fascination
Under the Milky Way tonight
Lower the curtain down in Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
And it's something quite peculiar
Something that's shimmering and white
It leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight
Under the Milky Way tonight
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Friendship One [ Star Trek: Voyager television series episode ]
Original Airdate: April 25, 2001
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HENDRICKS [on screen]: The Voth, the Kobali, the Vaadwaur, you've made first contact with more species than any captain since James Kirk.
Captain Kathryn JANEWAY: It helps being the only Starfleet ship within thirty thousand light years.
HENDRICKS [on screen]: You are being too humble. From the first time you spoke up in my classroom I knew you'd go far.
JANEWAY: A little farther than I expected, Professor.
HENDRICKS [on screen]: I have my Admiral hat on today
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The Dark Tower (2017)
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USA 4 August 2017
Full Cast & Crew
Stephen King ... (based on "The Dark Tower" novels by)
Idris Elba ... Roland
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From 7/21/1988 ( as Kerry Burgess my official United States Navy documents includes: Small Arms Operator ) To 7/31/2017 is 10602 days
10602 = 5301 + 5301
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Burgess ) To 5/8/1980 ( the state funeral for Josep Tito ) is 5301 days
From 3/24/1943 ( Harvey Weir Cook dead ) To 12/20/1994 ( in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 18899 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Burgess ) To 7/31/2017 is 18899 days
From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 7/31/2017 is 9692 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Burgess ) To 5/16/1992 ( the landing of the first flight of the United States space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-49 pilot astronaut and my 1st official United States of America National Aeronautics and Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 9692 days
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Idris Elba arrives on the red carpet at 'The Dark Tower' New York Premiere on July 31, 2017 in New York City.
The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
—PROLOGUE:
THE SAILOR
The gunslinger came awake from a confused dream which seemed to consist of a single image: that of the Sailor in the Tarot deck from which the man in black had dealt (or purported to deal) the gunslinger's own moaning future.
He drowns, gunslinger, the man in black was saying, and no one throws out the line. The boy Jake.
But this was no nightmare. It was a good dream. It was good because he was the one drowning, and that meant he was not Roland at all but Jake, and he found this a relief because it would be far better to drown as Jake than to live as himself, a man who had, for a cold dream, betrayed a child who had trusted him.
Good, all right, I'll drown, he thought, listening to the roar of the sea. Let me drown. But this was not the sound of the open deeps; it was the grating sound of water with a throatful of stones. Was he the Sailor? If so, why was land so close? And, in fact, was he not on the land? It felt as if?
Freezing cold water doused his boots and ran up his legs to his crotch. His eyes flew open then, and what snapped him out of the dream wasn't his freezing balls, which had suddenly shrunk to what felt like the size of walnuts, nor even the horror to his right, but the thought of his guns … his guns, and even more important, his shells. Wet guns could be quickly disassembled, wiped dry, oiled, wiped dry again, oiled again, and reassembled; wet shells, like wet matches, might or might not ever be usable again.
The horror was a crawling thing which must have been cast up by a previous wave. It dragged a wet, gleaming body laboriously along the sand. It was about four feet long and about four yards to the right. It regarded Roland with bleak eyes on stalks. Its long serrated beak dropped open and it began to make a noise that was weirdly like human speech: plaintive, even desperate questions in an alien tongue. "Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-check?"
The gunslinger had seen lobsters. This wasn't one, although lobsters were the only things he had ever seen which this creature even vaguely resembled. It didn't seem afraid of him at all. The gunslinger didn't know if it was dangerous or not. He didn't care about his own mental confusion - his temporary inability to remember where he was or how he had gotten there, if he had actually caught the man in black or if all that had only been a dream. He only knew he had to get away from the water before it could drown his shells.
He heard the grinding, swelling roar of water and looked from the creature (it had stopped and was holding up the claws with which it had been pulling itself along, looking absurdly like a boxer assuming his opening stance, which, Cort had taught them, was called The Honor Stance) to the incoming breaker with its curdle of foam.
It hears the wave, the gunslinger thought. Whatever it is, it's got ears. He tried to get up, but his legs, too numb to feel, buckled under him.
I'm still dreaming, he thought, but even in his current confused state this was a belief much too tempting to really be believed. He tried to get up again, almost made it, then fell back. The wave was breaking. There was no time again.
He had to settle for moving in much the same way the creature on his right seemed to move: he dug in with both hands and dragged his butt up the stony shingle, away from the wave.
He didn't progress enough to avoid the wave entirely, but he got far enough for his purposes. The wave buried nothing but his boots. It reached almost to his knees and then retreated. Perhaps the first one didn't go as far as I thought.
Perhaps?
There was a half-moon in the sky. A caul of mist covered it, but it shed enough light for him to see that the holsters were too dark. The guns, at least, had suffered a wetting. It was impossible to tell how bad it had been, or if either the shells currently in the cylinders or those in the crossed gunbelts had also been wetted. Before checking, he had to get away from the water. Had to?
"Dod-a-chock?" This was much closer. In his worry over the water he had forgotten the creature the water had cast up. He looked around and saw it was now only four feet away. Its claws were buried in the stone— and shell-littered sand of the shingle, pulling its body along. It lifted its meaty, serrated body, making it momentarily resemble a scorpion, but Roland could see no stinger at the end of its body.
Another grinding roar, this one much louder. The creature immediately stopped and raised its claws into its own peculiar version of the Honor Stance again.
This wave was bigger. Roland began to drag himself up the slope of the strand again, and when he put out his hands, the clawed creature moved with a speed of which its previous movements had not even hinted.
The gunslinger felt a bright flare of pain in his right hand, but there was no time to think about that now. He pushed with the heels of his soggy boots, clawed with his hands, and managed to get away from the wave.
"Did-a-chick?" the monstrosity enquired in its plaintive Won't you help me? Can't you see I am desperate? voice, and Roland saw the stumps of the first and second fingers of his right hand disappearing into the creature's jagged beak.
It lunged again and Roland lifted his dripping right hand just in time to save his remaining two fingers.
"Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham?"
The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
PRISONER
CHAPTER 1
THE DOOR
part 3
When the gunslinger awoke again the sea was dark but there was faint light in the sky to the east. Morning was on its way. He sat up and waves of dizziness almost overcame him.
He bent his head and waited.
When the faintness had passed, he looked at his hand. It was infected, all right—a tell-tale red swelling that spread up the palm and to the wrist. It stopped there, but already he could see the faint beginnings of other red lines, which would lead eventually to his heart and kill him. He felt hot, feverish.
I need medicine, he thought. But there is no medicine here.
Had he come this far just to die, then? He would not. And if he were to die in spite of his determination, he would die on his way to the Tower.
How remarkable you are, gunslinger! the man in black tittered inside his head. How indomitable! How romantic in your stupid obsession!
The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
PRISONER
CHAPTER 1
THE DOOR
part 4
This door. This door where no door should be. It simply stood there on the gray strand twenty feet above the high tide line, seemingly as eternal as the sea itself, now casting the slanted shadow of its thickness toward the east as the sun westered.
Written upon it in black letters two-thirds of the way up, written in the high speech, were two words:
THE PRISONER
A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN.
The gunslinger could hear a low droning noise. At first he thought it must be the wind or a sound in his own feverish head, but he became more and more convinced that the sound was the sound of motors … and that it was coming from behind the door.
Open it then. It's not locked. You know it's not locked.
Instead he tottered gracelessly to his feet and walked above the door and around to the other side.
There was no other side.
Only the dark gray strand, stretching back and back. Only the waves, the shells, the high-tide line, the marks of his own approach - bootprints and holes that had been made by his elbows. He looked again and his eyes widened a little. The door wasn't here, but its shadow was.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 2:05 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 10/07/2019
