From 7/16/1963 ( Phoebe Cates ) To 4/19/2025 ( Saturday ) is 22558 days
22558 = 11279 + 11279
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/19/1996 ( premiere USA TV series "The Pretender" ) is 11279 days
From 11/22/1934 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: First Meeting of Boxing Club Will Be Held in Murray-Dodge ) To 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) is 21718 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/19/2025 ( ) is 21718 days
From 12/1/2006 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::"Unfinished Business" ) To 4/19/2025 ( ) is 6714 days
6714 = 3357 + 3357
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/11/1975 ( premiere US TV series pilot "The Jeffersons" - "All in the Family"::"The Jeffersons Move on Up" ) is 3357 days
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 4/19/2025 ( ) is 13058 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/3/2001 ( premiere USA film "The Princess Diaries" ) is 13058 days
"Movin' On Up" [theme From The Jeffersons]
(from internet transcript)
Well we're movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
From 7/16/1963 ( Phoebe Cates - the world-famous actor AND from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the United States Army veteran and the Harvard University graduate medical doctor and the world-famous actor and the spouse of my biological brother Thomas Reagan ) To 12/1/2006 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::"Unfinished Business" ) is 15844 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/20/2009 ( premiere USA film "Knowing" AND premiere USA TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::series finale "Daybreak" ) is 15844 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: July 15, 2017 11:11pm
The Leftovers - The Book of Nora - television series episode Season 3 Episode 8 - Aired Sunday 10:00 PM Jun 04, 2017 on HBO (Comcast On Demand 15 July 2017)
Answers are elusive in the series finale.
Nora Durst: I said goodbye to my brother and I climbed right in.
Kevin Garvey: And then you changed your mind.
Nora Durst: No. I didn't change my mind.
Battlestar Galactica s04e19 Episode Script
"Daybreak"
(from internet transcript)
Laura Roslin: It's a very beautiful world. Does it have a name?
William Adama: Earth.
Laura Roslin: It's not Earth.
William Adama: Earth is a dream. One we've been chasing for a long time. We've earned it. This is Earth.
IMDb
The Terminator (1984)
Quotes
Sarah Connor: Kyle, the women in your time, what are they like?
Kyle Reese: Good fighters.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 44
Suddenly there was a fourth voice, highpitched and choking with emotion, as startling as the voice of God.
“Thank heaven!” it cried. “Oh thank heaven!”
They stood up and looked at the woman who was now half running up the street toward them. She was smiling and crying at the same time.
“Glad to see you,” she said. “I’m so glad to see you, thank heaven—”
She swayed and might have fainted if Larry hadn’t been there to steady her until her dizziness passed. He guessed her age at about twenty-five. She was dressed in bluejeans and a plain white cotton blouse. Her face was pale, her blue eyes unnaturally fixed. Those eyes stared at Larry as if trying to convince the brain behind them that this was not a hallucination, that the three people she saw were really here.
“I’m Larry Underwood,” he said. “The lady is Nadine Cross. The boy is Joe. We’re very happy to meet you.”
The woman continued to stare at him wordlessly for a moment, and then walked slowly away from him and toward Nadine.
“I’m so pleased…” she began, “… so pleased to meet you.” She stumbled a little. “Oh my God, are you really people?”
“Yes,” Nadine said.
The woman put her arms around Nadine and sobbed. Nadine held her. Joe stood in the street by a stalled pickup truck, his guitar case in one hand, his free thumb in his mouth. At last he went to Larry and looked up at him. Larry held his hand. The two of them stood that way and watched the women solemnly. And that was how they met Lucy Swann.
She was eager to go with them when they told her where they were headed, and that they had reason to believe there were at least two other people there, and possibly more. Larry found a medium-sized knapsack for her in the Enfield Sporting Goods, and Nadine went down to her house on the outskirts of town to help her pack… two changes of clothes, some underwear, an extra pair of shoes, a raincoat. And pictures of her late husband and daughter.
They camped that night in a town called Quechee, now over the state line and into Vermont. Lucy Swann told a tale which was short and simple and not much different from the others they would hear. The grief came built-in, and the shock, which had driven her at least within hailing distance of madness.
Her husband had sickened on the twenty-fifth of June, her daughter the next day. She had nursed them as well as she had been able, fully expecting to come down with the rales, as they were calling the sickness in her corner of New England, herself. By the twenty-seventh, when her husband had gone into a coma, Enfield was pretty much cut off from the outside world. Television reception had become spotty and queer. People were dying like flies. During the previous week they had seen extraordinary movements of army troops along the turnpike, but none of them had business in such a little place as Enfield, New Hampshire. In the early morning hours of June twenty-eighth, her husband had died. Her daughter had seemed a little bit better for a while on the twenty-ninth, and then had taken an abrupt turn for the worst that evening. She had died around eleven o’clock. By July 3, everyone in Enfield except her and an old man named Bill Dadds had died. Bill had been sick, Lucy said, but he seemed to have thrown it off entirely. Then, on the morning of Independence Day, she had found Bill dead on Main Street, swollen up and black, like everyone else.
“So I buried my people, and Bill too,” she said as they sat around the crackling fire. “It took all of one day, but I put them to rest. And then I thought that I better go on down to Concord, where my mother and father live. But I just… never got around to it.” She looked at them appealingly. “Was it so wrong? Do you think they would have been alive?”
“No,” Larry said. “The immunity sure wasn’t hereditary in any direct way. My mother…” He looked into the fire.
“Wes and me, we had to get married,” Lucy said. “That was the summer after I graduated high school—1984. My mom and dad didn’t want me to marry him. They wanted me to go away to have the baby and just give her up. But I wouldn’t. My mom said it would end in divorce. My dad said Wes was a no-account man and he’d always be shiftless. I just said, ‘That may be, but we’ll see what happens.’ I just wanted to take the chance. You know?”
“Yes,” Nadine said. She was sitting next to Lucy, looking at her with great compassion.
“We had a nice little home, and I sure never thought it would end like this,” Lucy said with a sigh that was half a sob. “We settled down real good, the three of us. It was more Marcy than me that settled Wes down. He thought the sun rose and set on that baby. He thought…”
“Don’t,” Nadine said. “All that was before.”
That word again, Larry thought. That little two-syllable word.
“Yes. It’s gone now. And I guess I could have gotten along. I was, anyway, until I started to have all those bad dreams.”
Larry’s head jerked up. “Dreams?”
Nadine was looking at Joe. A moment before, the boy had been nodding out in front of the fire. Now he was staring at Lucy, his eyes gleaming.
“Bad dreams, nightmares,” Lucy said. “They’re not always the same. Mostly it’s a man chasing me, and I can never see exactly what he looks like because he’s all wrapped up in a, what do you call it, a cloak. And he stays in the shadows and alleys.” She shivered. “I got so I was afraid to go to sleep. But now maybe I’ll—”
“Brrr-ack man!” Joe cried suddenly, so fiercely they all jumped. He leaped to his feet and held his arms out like a miniature Bela Lugosi, his fingers hooked into claws. “Brrack man! Bad dreams! Chases! Chases me! ‘Cares me!” And he shrank against Nadine and stared untrustingly into the darkness.
A little silence fell among them.
“This is crazy,” Larry said, and then stopped. They were all looking at him. Suddenly the darkness seemed very dark indeed, and Lucy looked frightened again.
He forced himself to go on. “Lucy, do you ever dream about… well, about a place in Nebraska?”
“I had a dream one night about an old Negro woman,” Lucy said, “but it didn’t last very long. She said something like, ‘You come see me.’ Then I was back in Enfield and that… that scary guy was chasing me. Then I woke up.”
Larry looked at her so long that she colored and dropped her eyes.
He looked at Joe. “Joe, do you ever dream about… uh, corn? An old woman? A guitar?” Joe only looked at him from Nadine’s encircling arm.
“Leave him alone, you’ll upset him more,” Nadine said, but she was the one who sounded upset.
Larry thought. “A house, Joe? A little house with a porch up on jacks?”
He thought he saw a gleam in Joe’s eyes.
“Stop it, Larry!” Nadine said.
“A swing, Joe? A swing made out of a tire?”
Joe suddenly jerked in Nadine’s arms. His thumb came out of his mouth. Nadine tried to hold him, but Joe broke through.
“The swing!” Joe said exultantly. “The swing! The swing!” He whirled away from them and pointed first at Nadine, then at Larry. “Her! You! Lots!”
“Lots?” Larry asked, but Joe had subsided again.
Lucy Swann looked stunned. “The swing,” she said. “I remember that, too.” She looked at Larry. “Why are we all having the same dreams? Is somebody using a ray on us?”
https://www.yahoo.com/news/jasmine-crockett-tears-canceled-msnbc-145927350.html
Jasmine Crockett tears up as canceled MSNBC host thanks her for 'continuing support for democracy'
Hanna Panreck Sun, April 20, 2025 at 7:59 AM PDT
Rep. Jasmine Crockett, D-Texas, teared up during an interview with MSNBC host Katie Phang on Saturday as the MSNBC host praised the Democratic lawmaker and thanked her for her "continuing support for democracy."
"Congresswoman, I wanted to thank you for always getting up and early and delivering it. But I also want to say thank you for your continuing support for democracy. It’s definitely something that you have made your brand, and it’s the integrity that you’re bringing, and I’m grateful for you always," Phang told Crockett after playing a clip from an interview she did with the lawmaker on her show three years ago.
Phang addressed the cancellation of her show, which has been on MSNBC since 2022, in a statement on X in late February. MSNBC has also canceled ex-host Joy Reid's show in a major shakeup at the liberal network.
Crockett started tearing up as she responded to Phang, saying, "we'll miss you."
excerpts
https://www.yahoo.com/news/nancy-mace-yells-f-constituent-154551323.html
Nancy Mace Yells ‘F*** You’ at Constituent in Skin-Care Aisle
Jasmine Venet
Sun, April 20, 2025 at 8:45 AM PDT
In an embarrassing meltdown, Rep. Nancy Mace ripped into a constituent in the middle of a makeup store—and posted it all on social media.
The congresswoman shared a video of herself on Saturday getting into a row with “some unhinged lunatic” wearing “daisy dukes at a makeup store” who had asked her if she would be holding more town halls this year.
“I do them every year. Do you want to keep going?! Do you want to keep going, keep harassing me?!” Mace said.
The day prior, she had called out “deranged town hall fakers” who were making “BS calls” to her office about her ditching the March town hall in her own district.
“Do something nice for somebody in the Lowcountry. Stop being this way. Stop being violent with your words,” Mace continued. “Stop being ugly and hateful.”
“Get the f--- out of my face, now. F--- you. You couldn’t take me on, baby. Stay the f--- away from me,” Mace told the constituent who confronted her in the store Saturday, after he said she would “be voted out so fast this year.”
“I just wanted some face wash on my afternoon off lol,” Mace added to her post of the outburst.
excerpts, must read also, most recent reference by me:
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2025/04/today-is-04022025-post-3.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 4:55 PM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
If this is the first blog-post by me you're reading then you are galactically uninformed.
Wednesday, April 02, 2025
Today is 04/02/2025, Post #3
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Identification_(literature)
Identification (literature)
From Wikipedia
Identification refers to the automatic, subconscious psychological process in which an individual becomes like or closely associates themselves with another person by adopting one or more of the others' perceived personality traits, physical attributes, or some other aspect of their identity. The concept of identification was founded by psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud in the 1920’s, and has since been expanded on and applied in psychology, social studies, media studies, and literary and film criticism. In literature, identification most often refers to the audience identifying with a fictional character, however it can also be employed as a narrative device whereby one character identifies with another character within the text itself.
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[excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 4:55 PM April 02, 2025]
Star Trek - "Metamorphosis" - tv-series Season 2 Episode 9, 11/10/1967
Episode Summary
When their shuttle is diverted to a planetoid, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy encounter Earth's Warp Drive pioneer, Zefram Cochrane, who appears to have survived there alone for 150 years.
(from internet transcript)
KIRK: How is she, Doc?
MCCOY: No change.
NANCY: Small thanks to the Starfleet.
MCCOY: Now really, Commissioner, you can't blame the Starfleet.
NANCY: I should've received the proper inoculations ahead of time.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:43 AM Pacific-timezone USA Monday 04/21/2025
