What a great ending to episode 7
I have been so immersed the past few hours in creating and assembling the content that follows here, I feel I have just woken from a sleeping-dream, and the disappointment of reality returns to me
Event Date variable: 01/13/2025
Search Date variable: 04/28/1996
Results include
"The Curse of the Flying Hellfish" [ The Simpsons ]
Original Airdate in N.A.: 28-Apr-96
Bart: Great story Grampa, could've used a vampire though.
From 1/24/1964 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"Number 12 Looks Just Like You" ) To 1/13/2025 ( ) is 22270 days
22270 = 11135 + 11135
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/28/1996 ( ) is 11135 days
From 1/14/1892 ( ) To 6/8/2010 ( "The Passage: A Novel" by Justin Cronin, book 1 of The Passage Trilogy ) is 43244 days
43244 = 21622 + 21622
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/13/2025 ( ) is 21622 days
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hal_Roach
Hal Roach
From Wikipedia
Harold Eugene "Hal" Roach, Sr. (January 14, 1892 – November 2, 1992) was an American film and television producer, director, and actor from the 1910s to the 1990s, best known today for producing the Laurel and Hardy and Our Gang (later known as The Little Rascals) film comedy series.
World War II and television
Hal Roach, Sr. was called to active military duty in the Signal Corps in June 1942, at age 50, and the studio output he oversaw in uniform was converted from entertainment featurettes to military training films. The studios were leased to the U.S. Army Air Forces, and the First Motion Picture Unit made 400 training, morale and propaganda films at "Fort Roach". Members of the unit included Ronald W. Reagan
"The Curse of the Flying Hellfish" [ The Simpsons ]
Original Airdate in N.A.: 28-Apr-96
(from internet transcript)
Back to the closing days of the war, as the Hellfish had just flushed some Germans out of an abandoned castle, Burns holds a painting, and carts it away. Sgt. Simpson threatens to report Burns to Commander Flanders.
Sgt.: Just leave [the paintings], Burnsie.
Burns: Leave them for whom, the Germans, the folks who shoot at us all day? Let's just take them. We'll all be rich, rich as Nazis.
Etch: Think of what a guy could get himself with that kind of scratch!
Skinner: Yeah, I could buy chicken dinners three times a day!
Wiggum: I could buy a brand-new studebaker, one with a fan on the dashboard!
Gumble: I could pay my way into high- [belches] society!
Sgt.: Well, I don't feel right about it, but I could use a nest egg for retirement. I'd hate to wind up in one of them old folks homes...
Burns: Then it's agreed. Of course, we can't sell the paintings now, we'd be caught. How many of you are familiar with the concept of a "tontine"?
[all stare at him, until Ox raises his hand]
Burns: All right, Ox. Why don't you take us through it?
Ox: Duh, essentially, we all enter into a contract whereby the last surviving participant becomes the sole possessor of all them purty pictures.
Burns: Well put, Oxford.
From 11/21/1964 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Outer Limits"::"The Inheritors - Part 1" ) To 1/13/2025 ( ) is 21968 days
21968 = 10984 + 10984
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/29/1995 ( ) is 10984 days
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19951129-01.1.1&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
From 3/10/1947 ( ) To 5/21/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: Re: Journal May 21, 2006 ) is 21622 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/13/2025 ( Today ) is 21622 days
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19470310-01.1.1&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
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."
by me, Kerry Burgess, 01/13/2025 12:09 AM
And now, "Superposition" season 1 episode 6 "Dark Matter" streaming-video serial on AppleTV+
Possibly, followed here with episode 7
Event Date variable: 01/13/2025
Search Date variable: 08/13/1982
From 8/13/1982 ( premiere USA film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" ) To 1/13/2025 ( Today ) is 15494 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/4/2008 ( ) is 15494 days
excerpts, by me, Kerry Burgess, recent references, Event Date variable 08/13/1982
From 3/10/1955 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Climax!"::"The Great Impersonation" ) To 8/13/1982 ( ) is 10018 days
10018 = 5009 + 5009
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/21/1979 ( my biological brother Thomas Reagan and my sister-in-law Phoebe Cates are lawfully married in the state of Vermont ) is 5009 days
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2024/12/today-is-12122024-post-1.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 03:02 AM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Thursday, December 12, 2024
Today is 12/12/2024, Post #1
"Metamorphosis" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Nov 10, 1967
NANCY Hedford, Federation Commissioner: What's happening? I demand to know.
[ excerpts ends, by me, Kerry Burgess, recent references, Event Date variable 08/13/1982 ]
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
4X01 - HE THAT BELIEVETH IN ME
ORIGINAL AIRDATE (SciFi): 04-APR-2008
(from internet transcript)
(Galactica Hangar)
Tigh, on PA: "...All pilots, man your aircraft."
Chief: ...Let's get that bird in the tube. Where the frak are these nuggets? Come on, Mama's not gonna save you today! Let's go! You wanna fly or not?
Seelix, to Anders: Come on, ready or not, let's go.
Anders, approaching Chief: Hey. Hey, this is crazy. What if I get up there and another switch flips in my head and turns me against my own?
Chief: What the frak is wrong with you? Shut the frak up. It's like the Colonel said, okay? Just think of that. Be the man you want to be. 'Til the day you die.
Anders: That's all easier said than done, because I don't know what the frak I am right now.
Chief: You're Samuel T. Anders. That's all you gotta remember. Samuel T. Anders. Now get the frak in your ship.
Athena, walking up: Who else would he be? Hey, rook, stay cool out there, all right?
Anders: Yeah.
Event Date variable: 01/13/2025 ( Today )
Search Date variable: 10/04/1968 ( "The Paradise Syndrome" )
Results include
From 3/12/2019 ( ) To 1/13/2025 ( Today ) is 2134 days
2134 = 1067 + 1067
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/4/1968 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"The Paradise Syndrome" ) is 1067 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 2:14 PM 12 March 2019
IMDb
Solaris (2002)
Quotes
Chris Kelvin: Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now... unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current.
(b)
Solaris (2002)
Quotes
Chris Kelvin: I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again.
(c)
Solaris (2002)
Quotes
But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.
Event Date variable: 01/13/2025
Search Date variable: 05/10/2006
Examination, results include
From 2/27/1947 ( ) To 5/10/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess - journal, Wednesday, May 10, 2006 ) is 21622 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/13/2025 ( Today ) is 21622 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, Feb 18, 2023
Carefully documented in my journal, the one that was private, was that this all started for me on May 10, 2006
The fantastic stuff I've described all these years never existed in my mind before that day
NASA, USMC, Princeton, Thomas Reagan, the Phoebe Cates you don't know
excerpts, by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 15 March 2014
and I still can visualize that line of thought of the last words I said to her when I put on my cover as I walked to the door and left and I went to Fort Jackson and I never came back.
The Twelve: A Novel (Book Two of the Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
Page 500 of 593 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Darkness came on. Guilder's gaze traveled down the hill to the Project. It would need a new name now. Hoppel would have been the guy for that; no doubt about it, he'd had a way with words. In his former life he'd been an ad guy with a big Chicago agency, experience he'd put to plentiful use concocting the catchphrases and jingles that kept the troops in rhetorical line, right down to the words of the anthem. Homeland, our Homeland, we pledge our lives to thee. Our labors do we offer, without recompense or fee. Homeland, our Homeland, a nation rises here. Safety, hope, security, from sea to shining sea. Corny as hell, and Guilder hadn't been so keen on the word "recompense" - it seemed a little bookish - but the thing scanned nicely and was, by the standards of its genre, not too hard on the ears.
So, what should they call it there? "Bunker" was too martial. "Palace" had the right general ring, but there was nothing palatial about the place. It looked like a big concrete box. Something religious? A shrine? Who would not go willingly into a shrine?
Just how many of the flatlanders would have to go, and at what frequency, remained to be seen; Guilder had yet to receive specific instructions from Zero on this point; the general sense being that things would come out in the wash. The Twelve - or rather, Eleven - might be different from your garden-variety viral, but they were what they were - eating machines, basically. No matter what directives came down from on high, a century of gobbling up everything with a pulse would be a hard habit to shake. But in the main, their diet would consist of a combination of donated human blood and domestic livestock. The right ratio needed to be scrupulously maintained; the human population had to grow. Generation by generation, human and viral, working together - which was, come to think of it, not a bad way to sell the thing. It was positively Hoppelesque. What was the term? Rebranding? That's what Guilder needed. A fresh point of view, a new lexicon, a new vision. A rebranding of the viral experience.
He might have really hit on something with this shrine business. The establishment of something rather like an official religion, with all the mumbo jumbo and ritualistic trappings, might be just the lubricant the gears of human psychology required. State worship was all stick and no carrot; it produced only an arid obedience to authority. But hope was the greatest social organizer of all. Give people hope, and you could make them do just about anything. And not just your average, everyday kind of hope - for food or clothes or the absence of pain or good suburban schools or low down payments with easy financing. What people needed was a hope beyond the visible world, the world of the body and its trials, of life's endless dull parade of *things*. A hope that all was not as it appeared.
And there it was, the name. How simple it was, how elegant. Not a shrine, a temple. The Temple of Life Everlasting. And he, Horace Guilder, would be its priest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNPm_W9Pmlc
Never Ending Math Equation
Modest Mouse
(from YouTube)
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 03:55 AM Pacific-timezone USA Monday 01/13/2025
