Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home: Excursion 11/05/2019, Part 2

As I've written before, I haven't checked the code pattern - my original work - each time I've been out riding my bicycle.

But *always* I'm looking for something.

There *must* be something here I'm supposed to find.

For *you* this means nothing.

Your life is pathetic and meaningless.

Me, there's something I must find.

Usually when I make these notes about my so-called excursions - with very credible results in the past - I blast out the entire code pattern detail in one post. Now I think I'll make it a growing document, assuming I work more on it past this point, posting some of it in one post, other parts later, perhaps all of it in one final post on this topic.

So it's either some sort of Cosmic Busy Work for me or there's something fantastic *yet* for me to find to add a new and more exciting chapter to the fantastic allegations I've been making about a life I don't consciously remember.

My images are captured to illustrate a notion that forms in my mind, in this case, at the time I was riding along the path. When I get back here to my desk, I use my original code pattern to look for a match that seems interesting.

So I know *you* don't get it - and it's never funny having to explain something that seems humorous - the relevant detail at the time I stopped to capture the relevant images was specifically about "Red Storm Rising". The thought formed in my mind, I stopped to capture the images, hours later, with no idea what I would find - and discoveries *impossible* to simply guess - I worked at my desk to find details that seem interesting and *consistent*.

You still don't get it. I know. You won't get it because it has nothing to do with you personally and you're just a slack-jaw yokel watching cartoons on the tv.

After I wrote all that above, on the television to my side as I work at this computer at my desk, the drama on today's new episode broadcast of "NCIS: New Orleans", as they break up the monotony, made me think of another detail to look at in the code pattern for today, Tuesday, 11/05/2019. So I'm throwing that one in here with the content I originally planned for this note.

Certain flashback scenes in today's "NCIS" episode are humorously consistent, in my own interpretation, with the work I originally planned for this note. I suspect they use religion, in the ridiculousness that is all religion, in sarcasm.

http://www.simpsonsarchive.com/episodes/AABF08.txt

Sunday, Cruddy Sunday [ The Simpsons television series episode ]

Summerall: Well John, what did you think of tonight's episode?

Madden: I loved it! The last-minute addition of Wally Kogen to the line-up was a bit of a gamble, but it really paid off.

Summerall: Marge and Lisa painting eggs? Did that work for you?

Madden: Ho, ho, big time! They came off the bench with a huge effort that allowed Homer and Bart to make some significant gains.

Summerall: Did it strike you as odd that in a Super Bowl show with Dolly Parton we didn't see any football or singing?

Madden: I hadn't thought about it, Pat, but in retrospect, it was kind of a rip-off! What a way to treat the loyal fans, who put up with so much nonsense from this franchise.

Summerall: Any final thoughts?

Madden: Nah, I'm too mad, let's get the heck out of here!

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Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy

(from internet transcript)

Chapter 6 – The Watchers

SHPOLA, THE UKRAINE

The crashing sound of the 125mm tank gun was enough to strip the hair off your head, Alekseyev thought, but after five hours of running this exercise, it came through his ear protectors as a dull ringing sound. This morning the ground had been covered with grass and dotted with new saplings, but now it was a uniform wasteland of mud, marked only with the tread marks of T-80 main battle tanks and BMP armored infantry fighting vehicles. Three times the regiment had run this exercise, simulating a frontal assault of tanks and mounted infantry against an enemy of equal strength. Ninety mobile guns had supplied fire support, along with a battery of rocket launchers. Three times.

Alekseyev turned, removing his helmet and earmuffs to look at the regimental commander. "A Guards regiment, eh, Comrade Colonel? Elite soldiers of the Red Army? These tit-sucking children couldn't guard a Turkish whorehouse, much less do anything worthwhile inside of it! And what have you been doing for the past four years commanding this rolling circus, Comrade Colonel? You have learned to kill your whole command three times! Your artillery observers are not located properly. Your tanks and infantry carriers still can't coordinate their movements, and your tank gunners can't find targets three meters high! If that had been a NATO force holding that ridge, you and your command would be dead!" Alekseyev examined the colonel's face. His demeanor was changing from red-fear to white-anger. Good. "The loss of these people is no great penalty for the State, but that is valuable equipment, burning valuable fuel, shooting valuable ordnance, and taking up my valuable time! Comrade Colonel, I must leave you now. First I will throw up. Then I will fly to my command post. I will be back. When I come back, we will run this exercise again. Your men will perform properly, Comrade Colonel, or you will spend the rest of your miserable life counting trees!"

Alekseyev stomped off, not even acknowledging the colonel's salute. His adjutant, a full colonel of tank troops, held open the door and got in behind his boss.

"Shaping up rather well, eh?" Alekseyev asked.

"Not well enough, but there has been progress," the colonel allowed. "They have only another six weeks before they have to start moving west."

It was the wrong thing to say. Alekseyev had spent two weeks chivvying this division toward combat readiness, only to learn the day before that it had been allocated to Germany instead of toward his own as-yet incomplete plan to descend into Iraq and Iran. Already four divisions-all of his elite Guards tank units-had been taken away, and each change in CINC-Southwest's order of battle forced him to restructure his own plan for the Gulf An endless circle. He was being forced to select less-ready units, forcing Alekseyev to devote more time to unit training and less time to the plan that had to be completed in another two weeks.

"Those men are going to have a very busy six weeks. What about the commander?" the colonel asked.

Alekseyev shrugged. "He's been in this job too long. Forty-five is too old for this kind of command, and he reads his fucking parade manuals too much instead of going out in the field. But a good man. Too good to be sent counting trees." Alekseyev chuckled heavily. It was a Russian saying that dated back to the czars. People exiled to Siberia were said to have nothing to do but count trees. Another of the things Lenin had changed. Now people in the Gulag had plenty to do.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0701220/

IMDb

The Simpsons (1989– )

Sunday, Cruddy Sunday

TV-PG 30min Animation, Comedy Episode aired 31 January 1999

Season 10 Episode 12

Release Date: 31 January 1999 (USA)

http://www.simpsonsarchive.com/episodes/AABF08.txt

Sunday, Cruddy Sunday [ The Simpsons television series episode ]

% Just when things look their bleakest ...

Homer: Oh, we're never going to get out of ... [a lady walks past] psst! Cleaning lady! Would you let us out of here?

Dolly: Me? I'm Dolly Parton!

Homer: I didn't ask for your life story, just give me the key!

Dolly: Young man, where I come from, the South, folks say "please". And besides, I gotta go sing a medley with Rob Lowe and "Stomp."

Wally: Dolly, wait!

Dolly: Wally?

Krusty: You know Dolly Parton?

Wally: Yeah, I book a lot of package tours to Dollywood, and Euro-Dollywood. That's in Alabama.

Dolly: Wally Kogen, what are you doing in Super Bowl jail?

Krusty: Ask her if she'll go out with me!

Wally: We had a little ticket snafu, do you think you can bust old Wally and his pals out of the pokey?

Dolly: Well, I do have some of my extra-strength make-up remover. Uh, shield your eyes.

[Dolly rubs some make-up remover on the lock of the prison door. The steel sizzles, sparks, and smokes, and the door pops open. The Springfielders all start to walk out]

Lenny: Thanks, Miss Parton.

Barney: Way to go, Dolly!

Bart: Thanks, babe.

Krusty: Will you go out with me?

Dolly: Ooh, look at the time. I'd better scoot to that half-time show. See ya!

[Dolly slaps on a rocket pack and puts a huge Snoopy mask over her head. Firing up the engines, she flies off toward the field]

Homer: Man, that's gonna be some show!

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