"There was no question about the year 20"
Today I am thinking there is a strong possibility I read this book again at least once after I first discovered it 40 years ago.
Lately, read so far only to page 182 of 346 in the Kindle edition
Today, 12/01/2024, could not recall any reference in the text to Las Vegas. The reference to the game of dice is verbose, but I suspect there is something else
A keyword search for 'vegas' delivers no results
The first people he encounters, as I recall, have no names in the text.
Milt and Ann he meets in Manhattan, New York City. This today is a variation of that scene, as there are other variations, as there should be, from the original text
For the briefest moment, sampling those luxury clothing items, she made me think of Lucy Too. That was briefly
So, I am looking at the angle of his visit to Las Vegas.
Not wasting my time with the past references I made to Al Gore, as apt as those may seem to be.
WHY WHY WHY THEY needed to make that reference is baffling!
NOBODY CARES!
YOU are never NEVER NEVER! going to profit from my work! NEVER!
I don't care about you!
I don't need your work!
Nearing the end, I am wondering if they did this BECAUSE of my brilliant reporting about real-life events and that tv-series from those Jesus-bunkers titled "Extinct"
They are simply a greedy, mega-corporation
So nothing I find THEY are doing will ever possess any sort of artistic-merit from them
Their work is simply gratuitous and meaningless to me.
Sheesh. And I did just say that here *first* before it showed up in the video several minutes later. One of those "Dark Matter Doors" must be opening behind me as I sit here at this desk, without my awareness of it happening, and it's causing me to decide to continue following that streaming-video serial. It's really lousy and that's the only possible reason I now want to watch at least the next episode, next week.
Deliberately.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacteria
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virus
draft ; original work by me, Kerry Burgess
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Earth Abides
S1.E1
Alone
Episode aired Dec 1, 2024
After months of isolation, Isherwood "Ish" Williams, learns that most of the world has fallen to a mysterious illness.
Event Date variable: 06/11/2005
Event Date variable: 09/28/1995
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19950928-01.2.6&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
Princeton University
Daily Princetonian, Volume 119, Number 81, 28 September 1995
Weekly Art Byte
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Alexander Ludwig
Biography
Born May 7, 1992 Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 4
It was an hour past nightfall.
Starkey sat alone at a long table, sifting through sheets of yellow flimsy. Their contents dismayed him. He had been serving his country for thirty-six years, beginning as a scared West Point plebe. He had won medals. He had spoken with Presidents, had offered them advice, and on occasion his advice had been taken. He had been through dark moments before, plenty of them, but this…
He was scared, so deeply scared he hardly dared admit it to himself. It was the kind of fear that could drive you mad.
On impulse he got up and went to the wall where the five blank TV monitors looked into the room. As he got up, his knee bumped the table, causing one of the sheets of flimsy to fall off the edge. It seesawed lazily down through the mechanically purified air and landed on the tile, half in the table’s shadow and half out. Someone standing over it and looking down would have seen this:
OT CONFIRMED
SEEMS REASONABLY
STRAIN CODED 848-AB
CAMPION, (W.) SALLY
ANTIGEN SHIFT AND MUTATION.
HIGH RISK/EXCESS MORTALITY
AND COMMUNICABILITY ESTIMATED
REPEAT 99.4%. ATLANTA PLAGUE CENTER
UNDERSTANDS. TOP SECRET BLUE FOLDER.
ENDS
P-T-222312A
Starkey pushed a button under the middle screen and the picture flashed on with the unnerving suddenness of solid state components. It showed the western California desert, looking east. It was desolate, and the desolation was rendered eerie by the reddish-purple tinge of infrared photography.
It’s out there, straight ahead, Starkey thought. Project Blue.
The fright tried to wash over him again. He reached into his pocket and brought out a blue pill. What his daughter would call a “downer.” Names didn’t matter; results did. He dry-swallowed it, his hard, unseamed face wrinkling for a moment as it went down.
Project Blue.
He looked at the other blank monitors, and then punched up pictures on all of them. 4 and 5 showed labs. 4 was physics, 5 was viral biology. The vi-bi lab was full of animal cages, mostly for guinea pigs, rhesus monkeys, and a few dogs. None of them appeared to be sleeping. In the physics lab a small centrifuge was still turning around and around. Starkey had complained about that. He had complained bitterly. There was something spooky about that centrifuge whirling gaily around and around and around while Dr. Ezwick lay dead on the floor nearby, sprawled out like a scarecrow that had tipped over in a high wind.
They had explained to him that the centrifuge was on the same circuit as the lights, and if they turned off the centrifuge, the lights would go, too. And the cameras down there were not equipped for infrared. Starkey understood. Some more brass might come down from Washington and want to look at the dead Nobel Prize winner who was lying four hundred feet under the desert less than a mile away. If we turn off the centrifuge, we turn off the professor. Elementary. What his daughter would have called a “Catch-22.”
He took another “downer” and looked into monitor 2. This was the one he liked least of all. He didn’t like the man with his face in the soup. Suppose someone walked up to you and said: You will spend eternity with your phiz in a bowl of soup. It’s like the old pie-in-the-face routine: it stops being funny when it starts being you.
Monitor 2 showed the Project Blue cafeteria. The accident had occurred almost perfectly between shifts, and the cafeteria had been only lightly populated. He supposed it hadn’t mattered much to them, whether they had died in the cafeteria or in their bedrooms or their labs. Still, the man with his face in the soup…
A man and a woman in blue coveralls were crumpled at the foot of the candy machine. A man in a white coverall lay beside the Seeburg jukebox. At the tables themselves were nine men and fourteen women, some of them slumped beside Hostess Twinkies, some with spilled cups of Coke and Sprite still clutched in their stiff hands. And at the second table, near the end, there was a man who had been identified as Frank D. Bruce. His face was in a bowl of what appeared to be Campbell’s Chunky Sirloin Soup.
The first monitor showed only a digital clock. Until June 13, all the numbers on that clock had been green. Now they had turned bright red. They had stopped. The figures read 06:13:90:02:37:16.
June 13, 1990. Thirty-seven minutes past two in the morning. And sixteen seconds.
From behind him came a brief burring noise.
Starkey turned off the monitors one by one and then turned around. He saw the sheet of flimsy on the floor and put it back on the table.
“Come.”
It was Creighton. He looked grave and his skin was a slaty color. More bad news, Starkey thought serenely. Someone else has taken a long high dive into a cold bowl of Chunky Sirloin Soup.
https://journals.aps.org/rmp/pdf/10.1103/RevModPhys.82.2307
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7343721/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9gKyRmic20
Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over (Official Music Video)
Crowded House
(from YouTube)
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 1:42 PM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 12/01/2024
