draft - in progress
by me, Kerry Burgess: 05/10/2022
I cannot prove, and will never prove, conspiracy. I don't have the resources.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/26/2024 06:05 AM
"Synchronicity" is a term introduced by Carl Jung a long time ago and that only fairly recently I became aware
That is not where I got the notion of 'synchronization'
I borrow the notion from my background in the Advanced Electronics Field from the 1980s
The point of this note.
In recent weeks, watching local tv-news, as I usually have the tv on and receiving their antenna broadcast, there is one person in particular, supposedly a journalist, and he said specific words one morning that I am thinking of today
I remember it because it was so ridiculous
There was mention of that ridiculous - as is any form of religion - Jesus Christ mythology superstition and he said "I know that's true"
He's one of more people there that claim in their personal social-media websites to believe that their Imaginary Friend with the beard - a.k.a. Jesus Christ - is always looking down here from the clouds and watching them 24/7
I was thinking about that again then morning and thinking to myself that I might have found interesting pattern if I had thought then what I thought of today
If I had thought about it then I would have checked the calendar-day for a pattern in my original-work
That's the purpose of my "synchronization theory"
So, I didn't record the date *then* because it didn't register on my mind until just now, when I heard a song on one of the local FM antenna stations I tune around to throughout the day. They are still broadcasting tv-news, for about 3 more hours this morning, but I had just turned off the tv and stop listening to their dialog
So, I am using *today* as the Event Date variable
This started by me only because I heard that song on the radio. Then the first video this morning they broadcast of him made me think of a specific detail to look for
Evaluation
Event Date variable: 04/26/2024
Anchor Date: 11/02/1965
Target Date variable: 05/08/1994
Result: 10/22/1995
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 28
It was two-thirty in the afternoon when she heard the car turn into the driveway, its heavy motor purring complacently, low with power. Frannie put the spade down on the edge of the hole - she was digging in the garden, between the tomatoes and the lettuces - and turned around, a little afraid.
The car was a brand-new Cadillac Coupe de Ville, bottle green, and stepping out of it was fat sixteen-year-old Harold Lauder. Frannie felt an instant surge of distaste. She didn’t like Harold and didn’t know anyone who did, including his late sister Amy. Probably his mother had. But it struck Fran with a tired sort of irony that the only person left in Ogunquit besides herself should be one of the very few people in town she honestly didn’t like.
Harold edited the Ogunquit High School literary magazine and wrote strange short stories that were told in the present tense or with the point of view in the second person, or both. You come down the delirious corridor and shoulder your way through the splintered door and look at the racetrack stars —that was Harold’s style.
“He whacks off in his pants,” Amy had once confided to Fran. “How’s that for nasty? Whacks off in his pants and wears the same pair of undershorts until they’ll just about stand up by themselves.”
Harold’s hair was black and greasy. He was fairly tall, about six-one, but he was carrying nearly two hundred and forty pounds. He favored cowboy boots with pointed toes, wide leather garrison belts that he was constantly hitching up because his belly was considerably bigger than his butt, and flowered shirts that billowed on him like staysails. Frannie didn’t care how much he whacked off, how much weight he carried, or if he was imitating Wright Morris this week or Hubert Selby, Jr. But looking at him—she always felt uncomfortable and a little disgusted, as if she sensed by low-grade telepathy that almost every thought Harold had was coated lightly with slime. She didn’t think, even in a situation like this, that Harold could be dangerous, but he would probably be as unpleasant as always, perhaps more so.
He hadn’t seen her. He was looking up at the house. “Anybody home?” he shouted, then reached through the Cadillac’s window and honked the horn. The sound jagged on Frannie’s nerves. She would have kept silent, except that when Harold turned around to get back into the car, he would see the excavation, and her sitting on the end of it. For a moment she was tempted to crawl deeper into the garden and just lie low among the peas and beans until he got tired and went away.
Stop it, she told herself, just stop it. He’s another living human being, anyway.
“Over here, Harold,” she called.
Harold jumped, his large buttocks joggling inside his tight pants. Obviously he had just been going through the motions, not really expecting to find anyone. He turned around and Fran walked to the edge of the garden, brushing at her legs, resigned to being stared at in her white gym shorts and halter. Harold’s eyes crawled over her with great avidity as he came to meet her.
“Say, Fran,” he said happily.
“Hi, Harold.”
“I’d heard that you were having some success in resisting the dread disease, so I made this my first stop. I’m canvassing the township.” He smiled at her, revealing teeth that had, at best, a nodding acquaintance with his toothbrush.
“I was awfully sorry to hear about Amy, Harold. Are your mother and father—?”
“I’m afraid so,” Harold said. He bowed his head for a moment, then jerked it up, making his clotted hair fly. “But life goes on, does it not?”
“I guess it does,” Fran said wanly. His eyes were on her breasts again, dancing across them, and she wished for a sweater.
“How do you like my car?”
“It’s Mr. Brannigan’s, isn’t it?” Roy Brannigan was a local realtor.
“It was,” Harold said indifferently. “I used to believe that, in these days of shortages, anyone who drove such a thyroidal monster ought to be hung from the nearest Sunoco sign, but all of that has changed. Less people means more petrol.” Petrol, Fran thought dazedly, he actually said petrol. “More everything,” Harold finished. His eyes took on a fugitive gleam as they dropped to the cup of her navel, rebounded to her face, dropped to her shorts, and bounced to her face again. His smile was both jolly and uneasy.
“Harold, if you’ll excuse me—”
“But whatever can you be doing, my child?”
The unreality was trying to creep back in again, and she found herself wondering just how much the human brain could be expected to stand before snapping like an overtaxed rubber band. My parents are dead, but I can take it. Some weird disease seems to have spread across the entire country, maybe the entire world, mowing down the righteous and the unrighteous alike—I can take it. I’m digging a hole in the garden my father was weeding only last week, and when it’s deep enough I guess I’m going to put him in it—I think I can take it. But Harold Lauder in Roy Brannigan’s Cadillac, feeling me up with his eyes and calling me “my child”? I don’t know, my Lord. I just don’t know.
“Harold,” she said patiently. “I am not your child. I am five years older than you. It is physically impossible for me to be your child.”
“Just a figure of speech,” he said, blinking a little at her controlled ferocity. “Anyway, what is it? That hole?”
“A grave. For my father.”
“Oh,” Harold Lauder said in a small, uneasy voice.
“I’m going in to get a drink of water before I finish up. To be blunt, Harold, I’d just as soon you went away. I’m upset.”
“I can understand that,” he said stiffly. “But Fran… in the garden?”
She had started toward the house, but now she rounded on him, furious. “Well, what would you suggest? That I put him in a coffin and drag him out to the cemetery? What in the name of God for? He loved his garden! And what’s it to you, anyway? What business is it of yours?”
She was starting to cry. She turned and ran for the kitchen, almost running into the Cadillac’s front bumper. She knew Harold would be watching her jiggling buttocks, storing up the footage for whatever X-rated movie played constantly in his head, and that made her angrier, sadder, and more weepy than ever.
From 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere episode "The Plague" ) To 4/26/2024 ( Today , Friday ) is 10946 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/22/1995 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Space: Above and Beyond"::"Ray Butts" ) is 10946 days
Space: Above and Beyond
"Ray Butts"
Season 1 Episode 6
Aired Sunday 7:00 PM Oct 22, 1995 on FOX
Quotes
McQueen: We're two lifers, you got nothing to hide.
Ray Butts: Forget the butter, McQueen. Maybe we do have the same amount of time in, maybe we wear the same ribbons from our nipples when we put on the dress blues, but don't you think for one second that we are equals, TANK!
https://www.krem.com/article/tech/science/environment/garden-fair-plant-sale-spokane/293-689ca9b0-f4d8-477d-acc3-47ea7d935237
Space: Above And Beyond
"Who Monitors the Birds?"
January 7, 1996
Cooper Hawkes: In the year 2027 the government started the InVitro Program trying to create a new breed of soldier. InVitros are artificially-gestated humans. They call us "Tanks." We're born at 18 years old. My name's Cooper Hawkes. I was born six years ago. Now, it's 2064. Earth is at war with an advanced alien enemy. My squadron is called the Wild Cards - the 58th. They're the only people I've ever cared about.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn’t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Piroué's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can’t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don’t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn’t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
Space: Above and Beyond
"Hostile Visit"
The 58th head towards the alien ship. The Saratoga's crew watch them.
McQUEEN'S VOICE: The dim glow falling upon the dried blood of union brothers in the Manassas eve, still guides our path. Constellations, hidden by fierce Pacific storms in the Bataan sky, remain obscured by rain.
CREWMAN: Good luck, guys.
United States Marine Corps lieutenant-colonel T.C. McQUEEN: The stars, a billion for every life laid down in Vietnam, still shine on us and will guide those who follow.
United States Marine Corps first-lieutenant Cooper HAWKES: What dead guy wrote that?
McQUEEN: I wrote it.
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 9/24/1995 ( ) is 2258 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/8/1972 ( premiere USA TV movie "The Astronaut" ) is 2258 days
From 2/25/1961 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Perry Mason"::"The Case of the Angry Dead Man" ) To 1/17/1991 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the date of record of my US 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 ) is 10918 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/24/1995 ( ) is 10918 days
From 5/14/1992 ( the Intelsat 6 successful rescue during US space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-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 ) To 9/24/1995 ( ) is 1228 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/14/1969 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"All Our Yesterdays" ) is 1228 days
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Space: Above and Beyond (1995–1996)
Pilot
Episode aired 24 September 1995
Season 1 Episode 1
Storyline
When an Earth outpost 16 light-years away is destroyed by an unknown alien force, a group of young United States Marine Corps Space Aviators find themselves on the front lines of an intergalactic battle in an attempt to save their home planet.
From 2/28/1961 ( 38 United States Code 101 - the Vietnam Era ) To 5/15/1986 ( premiere USA film "Top Gun" ) is 9207 days
From 11/2/1965 ( ) To 1/17/1991 ( ) is 9207 days
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL - Space: Above and Beyond
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
(from internet transcript)
She moves down the bar a little closer to McQueen.
WINSLOW: You flew with the Angry Angels, huh?
McQueen gives her a look.
WINSLOW: They're legends. ... Ever been in a zero-gravity chamber?
McQUEEN: Yeah.
WINSLOW: Or tried the one on the Saratoga?
McQUEEN: No.
WINSLOW: Would you like to?
We can hear how things are going with the Chig fooseball from across the room.
HAWKES: Man, this is jaked, huh?
Hawkes kicks the machine.
WANG: Get out of here. I'm trading you. (across the room) Hey, Colonel, come on I need a new guy on my team.
McQueen stands and walks over to Wang and gets right in his face.
McQUEEN: Guy? ... What, do you think, we're back on the block smokin' and jokin'? Hear this loud and clear, marine, I am not your guy. I am not your Joe. I'm not your damn drinking buddy. ... (to Winslow) And I'm sure as hell am not a mark in a singles bar. (to the room) You hear this C.F.B. I am not here to make friends. When this war ends ...
He moves around the Chig fooseball machine.
McQUEEN: ... (to Damphousse) and you go back to raising money for charity, (to Wang) and you're eating dogs at Wriggly, (to West) and you go back to Mayberry, (to them all) I'm still going to be out here ... waiting for the next one. That's why I'm here. That's what I'm good for.
McQueen storms out shoving the door open aggressively.
Cut to McQueen's quarters. The camera pans around the room as we hear McQueen's voice. Among other items we see a copy of the Iliad, a calligraphed wall hanging, tools to paint Chinese characters, china figurines and a medal in a shadow box. There are many books on a bookshelf. On the desk, where McQueen sits, we see the Air Combat Maneuvering and Weapons Systems manual and a photograph of McQueen, in uniform, with a woman.
McQUEEN'S VOICE: Looking darkly upon Hector, swift-footed Achilles answered: 'I cannot forgive you. ... As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, there can be no love between you and me. One or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood, Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard. Remember, every valour of yours, for now the need comes hardest upon you to be a spearman and a bold warrior. There shall be no more escape for you. You will pay in a lump, for all those sorrows of my companions you killed, in your spear's fury.'
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL - Space: Above and Beyond
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
(from internet transcript)
McQueen cuts away at Elroy's electronics.
McQUEEN: Tell me where he is.
ELROY: You're, you're, you're a war criminal.
McQUEEN: I've got no problem going all the way with this.
McQueen cuts him some more. We hears silicate sounds and recorded voices.
McQUEEN: Where ... is he?
ELROY: He's ... stationed, stationed, stationed, stationed ...
McQueen hits Elroy on the head.
ELROY: ... fourth planet of the Achillies sys-stem, -stem, -stem.
McQUEEN: Wang.
Wang enters. McQueen puts his knife away.
McQUEEN: Take this thing down to the shop, (wipes his hands on Elroy) and inform the flight surgeon I wish to see him.
Cut to operating room. They remove the chip from McQueen
Cut to McQueen's quarters. McQueen is lying on his bunk and tries to get up but finds it very difficult. He's disorientated. He tries standing again.
Cut to flight deck. McQueen is working out again, though this time he moves sluggishly. Hawkes and West watch as McQueen tries to train. McQueen falls down. Hawkes and West go to help him up but he shrugs them off. Ross watches this in dismay.
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL - Space: Above and Beyond
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
(from internet transcript)
ROSS: The final call is mine, Colonel. You are not fit to fly.
McQUEEN: Sir, the Colonel knows the Commodore to be a man of honour.
ROSS: You are not fit to fly, Colonel.
McQUEEN: Sir, I have not been presented with the opportunity to demonstrate to the contrary, Sir.
ROSS: I don't have the time to let you go through qualifications and I don't need a damn physical to know you don't have your sea-legs. This mission means everything. And I refuse to jeopardise it because you're taking it personally.
Ross walks away.
HAWKES: Sit it out, Colonel.
WANG: Colonel, you don't have to go to be there with us, Sir.
WINSLOW: (she stands) Colonel, ask yourself, then answer, 'Will my condition put the mission, or the 58th, at risk?' ... and I think you know the answer.
ROSS: All right, people, action this day, Hoka Hey.
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/231840/Geronimo
Encyclopædia Britannica
Geronimo
Geronimo, Indian name Goyathlay ("One Who Yawns") (born June 1829, No-Doyohn Canyon, Mex. - died Feb. 17, 1909, Fort Sill, Okla., U.S.), Bedonkohe Apache leader of the Chiricahua Apache, who led his people’s defense of their homeland against the military might of the United States.
THE ANGRIEST ANGEL - Space: Above and Beyond
Original Air Date: 11th February 1996
(from internet transcript)
Cut to funeral party marching through the Saratoga.
Cut to McQueen walking towards the flight deck. He meets the funeral party.
McQUEEN: What else did you expect?
ROSS: You actually think I'm going to allow you to go out there after him?
McQUEEN: You have no choice.
ROSS: You'll have no wing support. No means of defeating its advanced technology. What makes you think you can win?
McQUEEN: I have no choice.
ROSS: I'll be a son of a [bitch] if I go to your funeral, Ty.
McQUEEN: Yes, you will Sir ... but we'll talk about your mother when I get back.
There's a suppressed laugh from Ross. McQueen heads into the flight deck. The chaplain follows him.
( by me, Kerry Burgess: superstition, in context of the 'chaplain', a peddler of superstition ; theologian: an expert only in circular-reasoning )
Space: Above And Beyond
"The Angriest Angel"
11 February 1996
Episode 15 Season 1
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: Colonel. Colonel. Colonel McQueen. Perhaps you should make peace with your maker.
US Marine Corps lieutenant colonel T.C. McQueen: My maker was some geek in a lab coat with an eyedropper and a petri dish. What do I need to make peace with him for?
From 9/10/1948 ( Thedia Newman {circa 1965:} Burgess - the surrogate mother of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 17320 days
17320 = 8660 + 8660
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 8660 days
From 5/25/1995 ( the first Boeing Comanche helicopter prototype unveiled ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 262 days
262 = 131 + 131
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/13/1966 ( premiere US TV series episode "Perry Mason"::"The Case of the Avenging Angel" ) is 131 days
From 7/9/1954 ( premiere USA film "Apache" ) To 10/17/1984 ( Ronald Reagan, 40th President of USA: Remarks at a White House Ceremony Launching the Young Astronaut Program ) is 11058 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 11058 days
From 9/12/1945 ( Harry Truman, 33rd President of USA: Executive Order 9612 - Amending Executive Order 8902 Prescribing Regulations Pertaining to the Entry of Coffee Into the United States from Countries Signatories of the Inter-american Coffee Agreement ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 18414 days
18414 = 9207 + 9207
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/17/1991 ( the start of Desert Storm and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: 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 ) is 9207 days
From 10/11/1962 ( premiere USA TV series "McHale's Navy" ) To 1/19/1993 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in Asheville North Carolina as United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess I was seriously wounded by gunfire when I returned fatal gunfire to a fugitive from United States federal justice in another attempt to kill me the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) is 11058 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 11058 days
From 5/21/1969 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the Princeton University doctor of medicine degree graduation of my biological brother Dr Thomas Reagan MD and in 1973 the law-doctorate graduate of University of Oxford, England ) To 2/11/1996 ( ) is 9762 days
9762 = 4881 + 4881
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/15/1979 ( Richard Nixon, 37th President of USA: Executive Order 12125 - Competitive Status for Handicapped Federal Employees ) is 4881 days
http://www.tv.com/shows/space-above-and-beyond/the-angriest-angel-2-72604/
Space: Above and Beyond
Season 1 Episode 16
The Angriest Angel (2)
Aired Feb 11, 1996 on FOX
AIRED: 2/11/96
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: At these times we should all make peace with our maker.
US Marine Corps lieutenant colonel T.C. McQueen: With all due respect, Chaplain, I don't think our maker wants to hear from me right now because he knows I'm going to go out in that sky in this plane and remove one of his creations from his universe. And when I return, I going to drink a bottle of scotch as if it was Chiggie von Richthofen's blood and celebrate his death.
US Navy Commander - Chaplain: Amen.
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
1X08 - FLESH AND BONE
Original Airdate: February 25, 2005 (USA)
Caprica #6 - Does he love you?
Caprica Boomer - I think so.
Caprica #6 - Has he said it?
Caprica Boomer - Not directly.
Caprica #6 - Then you're just guessing.
album: "A Rush Of Blood To The Head" (2002)
COLDPLAY
"The Scientist"
(from internet transcript)
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start
Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
From 1/28/1994 ( premiere USA film "Body Snatchers" ) To 4/26/2024 ( Today , Friday ) is 11046 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/30/1996 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Home Improvement"::"Tanks for the Memories" ) is 11046 days
From 1/28/1994 ( premiere USA film "Body Snatchers" ) To 4/26/2024 ( ) is 11046 days
11046 = 5523 + 5523
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/16/1980 ( biographical - Harland Sanders dead ) is 5523 days
From 1/22/1946 ( Harry Truman, 33rd President of USA: Directive on Coordination of Foreign Intelligence Activities ) To 7/16/2004 ( premiere USA TV series "Stargate: Atlantis" ) is 21360 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/26/2024 ( Today , Friday ) is 21360 days
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Body Snatchers (1993)
Quotes
Carol Malone: Where you gonna go, where you gonna run, where you gonna hide? Nowhere... 'cause there's no one like you left.
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Body Snatchers (1993)
Quotes
Carol Malone: [On phone] Seven-fifty-nine, Sector C.
Steve Malone: [Running down stairs] Carol! We gotta go, we gotta get out of here! We gotta go right now!
Carol Malone: Listen to me, Steve.
Steve Malone: No, you don't understand! We gotta go!
Carol Malone: Go where?
Steve Malone: No, we gotta go! What the hell are you talking about?
Carol Malone: Steve, this is important. Go where? That's right, go where? What happened in your room... Are you listening? What happened in your room is not an isolated incident. It is something that is happening everywhere.
Steve Malone: What are you talking about?
Carol Malone: So, where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left. That's right...
Steve Malone: [Realizes that Carol is a pod person] Oh, god.
Carol Malone: That's right, that's good, you're listening now, that's very good. Okay, now I know you're frightened Steve. I know you're scared. That's okay, I understand that. You're confused. Let me tell you something, Steve. Let me tell you something. All that anger, all that fear, all that confusion, it's going to melt away. It's going to go away, Steve. It's going to go away. You go to sleep, you wake up. It's very simple. In the morning you'll wake up, you'll feel wonderful. We're going to be together, we'll be connected, we'll be close. No more fear. C'mon, let's go to bed, Steve...
Steve Malone: [Begins weeping]
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 34
For a long time, for days (how many days? who knew? not the Trashcan Man, that was for sure), Donald Merwin Elbert, known to the intimates of his dim and confusing grade-school past as the Trashcan Man, had wandered up and down the streets of Powtanville, Indiana, cringing from the voices in his head, dodging away and putting up his hands to shield against stones thrown by ghosts.
Hey, Trashcan!
Hey, Trashcan Man, digging you, Trash! Lit any good fires this week?
What’d ole lady Semple say when you lit up her pension check, Trash?
Hey, Trash-baby, wanna buy some kerosene?
How’d you like those shock-treatments down in Terre Haute, Trashie?
Trash —
–Hey, Trashcan —
Sometimes he knew those voices weren’t real, but sometimes he would cry out loud for them to stop, only to realize that the only voice was his voice, hitting back at him from the houses and storefronts, bouncing off the cinderblock wall of the Scrubba-Dubba Car Wash where he used to work and where he now sat on the morning of June 30, eating a big sloppy sandwich of peanut butter and jelly and tomatoes and Gulden’s Diablo mustard. No voice but his voice, hitting the houses and stores and being turned away like an unwanted guest and thus returning to his own ears. Because, somehow, Powtanville was empty. Everyone was gone… or were they? They had always said he was crazy, and that’s something a crazy man would think, that his home town was empty except for himself. But his eyes kept returning to the oil tanks on the horizon, huge and white and round, like low clouds. They stood between Powtanville and the road to Gary and Chicago, and he knew what he wanted to do and that wasn’t a dream. It was bad but not a dream and he wasn’t going to be able to help himself.
Burn your fingers, Trash?
Hey, Trashcan Man, don’t you know playin with fire makes you wet the bed?
Something seemed to whistle past him and he sobbed and held up his hands, dropping his sandwich into the dust, cringing his cheek into his neck, but there was nothing, there was no one. Beyond the cinderblock wall of the Scrubba-Dubba Car Wash there was only Indiana Highway 130, going to Gary, but first going past the huge Cheery Oil Company storage tanks. Sobbing a little, he picked up his sandwich, brushed the gray dirt off the white bread as best he could, and began to munch it again.
Were they dreams? Once his father had been alive, and the sheriff had cut him down in the street right outside the Methodist Church, and he had had to live with that his whole life.
Hey, Trash, Sheriff Greeley cut your old man down just like a mad dog, you know that, ya fuckin weirdo?
His father had been in O’Toole’s and there was some bad talk, and Wendell Elbert had a gun and he murdered the bartender with it, then went home and murdered Trashcan’s two older brothers and his sister with it—oh, Wendell Elbert was a strange fellow with a badass temper and he had been getting flaky for a long time before that night, anyone in Powtanville would tell you so, and they would tell you like father like son—and he would have murdered Trashcan’s mother, too, only Sally Elbert had fled screaming into the night with five-year-old Donald (later to be known as the Trashcan Man) in her arms. Wendell Elbert had stood on the front steps, shooting at them as they fled, the bullets whining and striking on the road, and on the last shot the cheap pistol, which Wendell had bought from a nigger in a bar located on Chicago’s State Street, had exploded in his hand. The flying shrapnel had erased most of his face. He had gone wandering up the street with blood running in his eyes, screaming and waving the remainder of the cheap pistol in one hand, the barrel mushroomed and split like the remains of a novelty exploding cigar, and just as he got to the Methodist Church, Sheriff Greeley pulled up in Powtanville’s only squad car and commanded him to stand still and drop the gun. Wendell Elbert pointed the remains of his Saturday night special at the sheriff instead, and Greeley either did not notice that the barrel of the Saturday night special was ruptured or pretended not to notice, and either way the result was the same. He gave Wendell Elbert both barrels of his over and under.
Hey, Trash, ya burned ya COCK off yet?
He looked around for whoever had yelled that—it sounded like Carley Yates or one of the kids who hung out with him—except Carley wasn’t a kid anymore, any more than he was himself.
Maybe now he could be just Don Elbert again instead of the Trashcan Man, the way Carley Yates was now just Carl Yates who sold cars at the Stout Chrysler-Plymouth dealership here in town. Except that Carl Yates was gone, everyone was gone, and maybe it was too late for him to be anyone anymore.
by me, Kerry Burgess, January 14 2020
Makes perfect sense. Mike Pence. Sitting there on the toilet taking a tinkle of his urine with a big grin on his face feeling the love of Jesus Christ standing behind him, the bearded man from "up there" with the puppy-dog eyes loves to hear Mike tinkling
album: "In Heat" (1983)
The Romantics
"Talking In Your Sleep"
When you close your eyes and you go to sleep
And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that you're dreaming about
When you open up your heart and the truth comes out
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
When I hold you in my arms at night
Don't you know you're sleeping in the spotlight
And all your dreams that you keep inside
You're telling me the secrets that you just can't hide
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
When you close your eyes and you fall asleep
Everything about you is a mystery
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 02:16 AM Pacific-time USA Saturday 04/27/2024
