This Is What I Think.

Thursday, May 22, 2025

Today is 05/22/2025, Post #3





What is funny (I guess you had to be there), is how I felt waking up today.

Now, many hours later without sleeping, I have randomly watched this episode just now, rarely having the tv on during the day

Yesterday, I watched, mostly listened to the dialog, the preceding episodes in the series and got several ideas for blog-posts, that I may or may not complete and post here, as much as I want to.

There is definitely no sort of physical rejuvenation happening to me. Thoughts in my head tell me contradictions. That I will discover magical rejuvenation of my health. That I must reach end of life, probably by ageing out, before I know what this all was created for (of which none of the people documented as part of the productions knew anything about the secret reason behind it all).

I absolutely reject the fairy-tale "afterlife" that all you monkeys out there are so desperate to believe in your pathetic wishful-thinking, *because* you are so cowardly terrified of mortality.









Stargate SG-1

"Need"

TV-series season 2 episode 5, 07/24/1998

(from internet transcript)

OPENING CREDITS

INT—PALACE THRONE ROOM

[A group of Jaffa lead SG-1 in front of Shyla and PYRUS.]

O’NEILL
What were you thinking?

DANIEL
I thought she’d be grateful.

O’NEILL
She was trying to kill herself!

JAFFA
On your knees.

O’NEILL
No, actually I've got this cartilage problem, little ACL thing…










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Stargate SG-1

"Need"

TV-series season 2 episode 5, 07/24/1998

(from internet transcript)

JAFFA
Put down your tools.

[The Jaffa starts to unshackle SG-1.]

JAFFA
How does your leg feel now?

O’NEILL
Oh, much better thanks.

[O'Neill hits the Jaffa with his tool and Teal'c throws his ax at another guard. O'Neill picks up a discarded Staff weapon and fires.]









From 4/19/1989 ( ) To 7/24/1998 ( ) is 3383 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/6/1975 ( ) is 3383 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 7/24/1998 ( ) is 3292 days

3292 = 1646 + 1646

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/6/1970 ( debut Pulsar wristwatch ) is 1646 days



From 7/27/1997 ( premiere USA TV series "Stargate SG-1"::series premiere "Children of the Gods" ) To 7/24/1998 ( ) is 362 days

362 = 181 + 181

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/2/1966 ( the television interview of Jeremiah Denton ) is 181 days



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Stargate SG-1

S2.E5

Need

Episode aired Jul 24, 1998

Richard Dean Anderson as Colonel Jack O'Neill









Stargate SG-1 - "Children of the Gods" - tv series premiere Season 1 Episode 1 - 07/27/1997

(from internet transcript)

The Serpent Guard's helmet retracts to reveal Teal'c, who looks curiously at the watch.

TEAL'C: This is not Goa'uld technology. Where are you from?










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by me, Kerry Burgess, 01/23/07 2:28 PM

Maybe this is why I woke up this morning feeling compelled to look for something associated with "Howard." My primary objective was to find a Howard Bridge, which there is one in Tampa, but then I didn't think that was it.

Then I started thinking about Howard County, where Dierks Lake is located, but nothing really satisfied my curiosity there.

Then I started looking closer at Burke-class DDG's but didn't find anything new there. Still feel the urge to look for more though.









From 5/4/1974 ( Richard Nixon, 37th President of USA: Remarks Opening Expo '74, Spokane, Washington ) To 1/23/2007 ( ) is 11952 days

From 11/2/1965 ( me ) To 7/24/1998 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Stargate SG-1"::"Need" ) is 11952 days









From 10/28/1994 ( premiere USA film "Stargate" ) To 1/23/2007 ( ) is 4470 days

From 11/2/1965 ( me ) To 1/28/1978 ( premiere USA TV series "Fantasy Island" ) is 4470 days









From 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) To 1/23/2007 ( ) is 3718 days

3718 = 1859 + 1859

From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/5/1970 ( ) is 1859 days









Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

(from internet transcript)

Dr. Zefram COCHRANE: I didn't build this ship to usher in a new era for humanity.










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Stargate SG-1

"Need"

TV-series season 2 episode 5, 07/24/1998

(from internet transcript)

INT—INFIRMARY

[Daniel is sitting on a bed with Carter standing next to him.]

DANIEL
This is stupid.

CARTER
Doctor Fraiser says your systems are all out of whack.

DANIEL
Well, I feel fine. God I need to get out of here or I’m gonna go nuts.

INT—LAB

[Carter is testing the Naquadah. Daniel is pacing around the floor.]

CARTER
You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.

DANIEL
I can’t get her out of my head, Sam. I think I’ve made a big mistake.

CARTER
You’re not serious.

DANIEL
I am.

CARTER
You have a wife.

DANIEL
Had. Had a wife. Come on, seriously. How long am I supposed to wait? Even if I find Sha're one day, what are the chances she’ll ever be the same again?

CARTER
Look, your endorphin level was through the roof when we came back. And now you’re coming down off of it. The effects of the sarcophagus are like a narcotic Daniel.

DANIEL
Yeah, that makes you smarter, stronger, you live for hundreds of years, feel great. What the hell is so wrong with it?

CARTER
I think it’s partly what makes the Goa’uld as bad as they are.

DANIEL
How?

CARTER
Who knows. It’s Goa’uld technology Daniel. Maybe it’s healing affects alter your brain chemistry. Increased adrenaline, the hormones that make you more aggressive and irrational. Pyrus probably used to be a decent man. Look at yourself. It’s like you need a fix. You’ve only used it a few times and already it’s changed you.

DANIEL
We can’t just leave it there. We have to study it.

CARTER
We can’t go back either.

DANIEL
Well I’m going.

CARTER
She used us to get you addicted.










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The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King

(from internet transcript)

excerpts, Chapter 13

He slept better that night than he had since they had brought him here. And he had an extremely vivid dream. He had always dreamed a great deal—his wife had complained about him thrashing and muttering in his sleep—but he had never had a dream like this.

He was standing on a country road, at the precise place where the black hottop gave up to bone-white dirt. A blazing summer sun shone down. On both sides of the road there was green corn, and it stretched away endlessly. There was a sign, but it was dusty and he couldn’t read it. There was the sound of crows, harsh and far away. Closer by, someone was playing an acoustic guitar, fingerpicking it. Vic Palfrey had been a picker, and it was a fine sound.

This is where I ought to get to, Stu thought dimly. Yeah, this is the place, all right.

What was that tune? “Beautiful Zion”? “The Fields of My Father’s Home”? “Sweet Bye and Bye”? Some hymn he remembered from his childhood, something he associated with full immersion and picnic lunches. But he couldn’t remember which one.

Then the music stopped. A cloud came over the sun. He began to be afraid. He began to feel that there was something terrible, something worse than plague, fire, or earthquake. Something was in the corn and it was watching him. Something dark was in the corn.

He looked, and saw two burning red eyes far back in the shadows, far back in the corn. Those eyes filled him with the paralyzed, hopeless horror that the hen feels for the weasel. Him, he thought. The man with no face. Oh dear God. Oh dear God no.

Then the dream was fading and he awoke with feelings of disquiet, dislocation, and relief. He went to the bathroom and then to his window. He looked out at the moon. He went back to bed but it was an hour before he got back to sleep. All that corn, he thought sleepily. Must have been Iowa or Nebraska, maybe northern Kansas. But he had never been in any of those places in his life.



- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 6:40 PM Pacific-timezone USA Thursday 05/22/2025