And now there's another point I can't proceed further past
Dilutes the point expressed
Can't read or watch anything without it becoming more work for me
You have to watch it to make more sense of what this refers to
excerpts, see also:
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2024/08/today-is-08162024-post-1.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 11:30 PM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Friday, August 16, 2024
Today is 08/16/2024, Post #1
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Gibarian: Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? There are no answers, only choices.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Grimes
Rick Grimes
From Wikipedia
Rick Grimes is a fictional character and the protagonist in the post-apocalyptic comic book series The Walking Dead and the live-action television series of the same name
In The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live, this is revealed to have been a flashback to Rick's third escape attempt
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From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 1:49:58 PM
Subject: Sleep journal 5/13/06
In an office, my boss's boss, was telling me that I had made history today. She said something about me proving how a single person can make a difference. She handed me some stuff including a chain that you use for dog tags. I was looking at it and there was something about it being too long, or needing to have some links taken out of it. I don't recognize me boss's boss, but my boss was familar. The senior person told me that my boss appreciate's people that are passionate about their work, after I was commenting on how much I enjoy my work.
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"Requiem For Methuselah" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: 14 Feb, 1969
(from internet transcript)
SPOCK: Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mister Flint, they appear to have been recently painted on contemporary canvas with contemporary materials. And on your piano, a waltz by Johannes Brahms, an unknown work in manuscript, written in modern ink. Yet absolutely authentic, as are your paintings.
FLINT: I am Brahms.
SPOCK: And da Vinci?
FLINT: Yes.
SPOCK: How many other names shall we call you?
FLINT: Solomon, Alexander, Lazarus, Methuselah, Merlin, Abramson. A hundred other names you do not know.
SPOCK: You were born?
FLINT: In that region of earth later called Mesopotamia, in the year 3834 BC, as the millennia are reckoned. I was Akharin, a soldier, a bully and a fool. I fell in battle, pierced to the heart and did not die.
MCCOY: Instant tissue regeneration coupled with some perfect form of biological renewal. You learned that you were immortal and
FLINT: And to conceal it. To live some portion of a life, to pretend to age and then move on before my nature was suspected.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 5:36 PM May 8, 2021
My guess is the work is the result of one particular individual
He probably taught others to continue his genius at building
But then by the next generation, had fizzled out
Which makes me think is true of modern times
The greatest advances we enjoy are the work of only a few individuals
More than 99.999% of you fat-ass slobs, selfish ego-centrists will contribute NOTHING during your life except enduring pollution
Humans are perhaps only one-generation away from becoming Flat Earthers again
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 5:29 PM May 8, 2021
from what I read on the National Park Service website about Hovenweep, those structures were constructed - they think - around the years of Common Era 1200 to 1300
Can you imagine how those primitive people, living day-to-day in such dirt and squalor, would perceive the sky above their heads?
Has been so long since I've been in a place with truly dark skies
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 1:11 PM May 8, 2021
3 people read my posts here online
8 *billion* people do not read anything at all I post
Nothing here I write and post will ever, ever make any sort of meaningful impact.
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BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
1X01 - 33
Original Airdate: January 14, 2005 (USA)
Olympic Carrier Pilot: One other thing, Boomer: I've got a Dr. Amarak onboard. He claims he has an urgent matter to discuss with the President. He's been driving me crazy.
Boomer: Olympic Carrier, can you be more specific?
OC Pilot: I'm afraid I can't. He says he knows something about a traitor in our midst, and he's unwilling to share any more than that.
Colonial One
Dr. Gaius Baltar: Madam President, I strongly recommend that we cut off all wireless communication with that ship right away.
Roslin: W-what- why, why?
Baltar: Look, forgive me for being rude, (slaps the table) but wake up, all right?! The only reason the Olympic Carrier is still flying is because the Cylons let them survive. They've been tracking that ship all along. There's probably a Cylon agent aboard right now!
Roslin: Calm down! Start over.
Baltar: Please, Madam President, I implore you, listen to me. Cut off radio communication with that ship before they send, via broadcast signal, another computer virus to infect our ship, shortly before they blow us all up.
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Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, CHAPTER 17
That was the ultimate hook. If the plan to spread Shiva around the globe didn't work as well as hoped, then the entire world would be given Vaccine-A, which Antigen Laboratories, a division of The Horizon Corp., just happened to be working on as part of its corporate effort to help the Third World, where all the hemorrhagic fevers lived. A fortunate accident, albeit one already known in the medical literature. Both John Killgore and Steve Berg had published papers on these diseases, which had been made quite high-profile by the big scare America and the world had gone through not so long before. So, the medical world knew that Horizon/Antigen was working in this area, and wouldn't be surprised to learn that there was a vaccine in the works. They'd even test the vaccines in laboratories and find that, sure enough, the liquid had all manner of antibodies. But they'd be the wrong antibodies, and the live-virus vaccine would be a death sentence to anyone who had it enter his system. The time from injection to onset of frank symptoms was programmed at four to six weeks, and, again, the only survivors would be those lucky souls from the deepest end of the gene pool. One hundred such people out of a million would survive. Maybe less. Ebola-Shiva was one nasty little bastard of a bug, three years in the making, and how odd Killgore thought, that it had been that easy to construct. Well, that was science for you. Gene manipulation was a new field, and those things were unpredictable. The sad part, maybe, was that the same people in the same lab were charging along a new and unexpected path - human longevity and reportedly making real progress. Well, so much the better. An extended life to appreciate the new world that Shiva would bring about.
And the breakthroughs wouldn't stop. Many on the select list to receive Vaccine-B were scientists. Some of them wouldn't like the news, when they were told, but they'd have little choice, and being scientists, they'd soon get back to their work.
Not everyone in the Project approved. Some of the radical ones actually said that bringing physicians along was contrary to the nature of the mission - because medicine didn't allow nature to take her course. Sure, Killgore snorted to himself. Fine, they'd let those idiots have their babies in farm fields after a morning's plowing or hunter gathering, and soon enough those ideologues would breed themselves out. He planned to study and enjoy nature, but he'd do so wearing shoes and a jacket to keep the chill out. He planned to remain an educated man, not revert to the naked ape. His mind wandered There'd be a division of labor, of course. Farmers to grow the food and tend the cattle they'd eat - or hunters to shoot the buffalo, whose meat was healthier, lower in cholesterol. The buffalo should come back pretty fast, he thought. Wheat would continue to grow wild in the Great Plains, and they'd grow fat and healthy, especially since their predators had been so ruthlessly hunted down that they'd be slower to catch up. Domestic cattle would thrive also, but they'd ultimately be edged out by the buffalo, a much hardier breed better suited to free life. Killgore wanted to see that, see the vast herds that had once covered the West. He wanted to see Africa, too.
That meant that the Project needed airplanes and pilots. Horizon already had its own collection of G-V business jets, capable of spanning most of the world, and so they'd also need small teams of people to manage and maintain a few airports - Zambia, for instance. He wanted to see Africa wild and free. That would take perhaps ten years to come about, Killgore estimated, and it wasn't all that big a deal. AIDS was killing off that continent at a nasty pace, and Shiva would only make it go faster, and so the Dark Continent would again be free of man, and he'd be able to go there and observe nature in all her glory and maybe shoot a lion to make a rug for his home in Kansas? Some of the people in the Project would raise pure fucking hell over that, but what was one lion more or less? The Project would be saving hundreds of thousands of them, perhaps millions, free to roam and hunt in their prides. What a beautiful New World it would be, once you eliminated the parasitic species that was working so hard to destroy it.
A beeper went off. He turned to look at the control panel. "It's Ernie, M5 - looks like cardiac arrest," he said.
"What are you going to do?" Barbara Archer asked.
Killgore stood. "Make sure he's dead." He bent down to select a camera for the big monitor on his desk. "Here, you can watch."
Two minutes later, he appeared on the screen. An orderly was already there, but did little more than watch. She saw Killgore check the man's pulse, then check his eyes. Despite having the -B vaccine, Killgore used gloves and a mask. Well, that made sense. Then he stood back up and switched off the monitoring equipment. The orderly detached the IV lines and covered the body with a sheet. Killgore pointed to the door, and soon the orderly wheeled the gurney out, heading off for the incinerator. Killgore took the time to look at other subjects, and even appeared to speak with one before leaving the screen for good.
"I figured that," he said, returning to the control room without his protective gear. "Ernie's heart wasn't all that good, and Shiva went right after it. Wendell's going to be next, M2. Maybe tomorrow morning. Liver function's off the chart, and he's bleeding out big-time in the upper GI."
"What about the control group?"
"Mary, F4, two more days she's going to be in frank symptoms."
"So the delivery system works?" Archer asked.
"Like a charm." Killgore nodded, getting some coffee before he sat back down. "It's all going to work, Barb, and the computer projections look better than our requirement parameters. Six months from initiation, the world is going to be a very different place," he promised her.
"I still worry about those six months, John. If anybody figures out what's happened - their last conscious act will be to try and kill us all."
"That's why we have guns, Barb."
***
"It's called 'Rainbow,'" he told them, having gotten the best information of the day. "It's based in England. It was set up by a CIA guy named John Clark, and he's evidently the boss of the outfit."
"That makes sense," said Henriksen.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 2:53 PM Pacific-timezone USA Tuesday 08/20/2024
