by me, Kerry Burgess, 08/05/2026 10:40 PM
Funny story about this image: 2023-06-29_regan-lee_1-1
That was completely random choice by me
Only AFTER the fact did I discover that the calendar-day 07/08/1999 associates it with 10/24/1989. Discovered the association with 06/29/2023, because it shows up in the list and I was not checking specfically for 06/29/2023.
This is the point I stop developing and assembling more content for this note. (Then I continued with the closing and then with a reference to 1992)
Every other detail in this note was assembled by me BEFORE I discovered the association of 07/08/1999 and 10/24/1989
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Team Bios
Regan Gallo
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From 7/8/1999 ( ) To 10/15/1999 ( ) is 99 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/9/1966 ( ) is 99 days
From 10/24/1989 ( "The Stand" complete edition, by Stephen King, author ) To 6/29/2023 ( ) is 12301 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/8/1999 ( ) is 12301 days
From 6/12/1946 ( premiere USA film "Somewhere in the Night" ) To 7/8/1999 ( ) is 19384 days
19384 = 9692 + 9692
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/16/1992 ( landing of the first flight of the United States space shuttle Endeavour orbiter vehicle mission STS-49 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-49 pilot astronaut and my 1st official United States of America National Aeronautics and Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 9692 days
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/telegram-the-director-office-cost-reduction-national-aeronautics-and-space-administration
Stargate SG-1
"Past and Present"
TV-series season 3 episode 11, 10/15/1999
(from internet transcript)
KE'RA
(to Daniel)
All debts have now been paid.
[She strokes his face.]
DANIEL
I'll come back after I've had the chance to speak with your people.
[He starts to walk away.]
KE'RA
I shall miss you, Daniel.
[He stops, then continues walking.]
[After a moment, he halts and runs back to Ke'ra's room, throwing open the door.]
DANIEL
You've taken the antidote.
KE'RA
Leave Daniel.
[He moves into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Ke'ra is holding two vials in her hands.]
DANIEL
You said all debts have now been paid. That was the message Linea left behind.
KE'RA
Was it?
DANIEL
(sharply)
Did you take the antidote?
KE'RA
I had to know, Daniel! I didn't believe you!
Stargate SG-1
"Past and Present"
TV-series season 3 episode 11, 10/15/1999
(from internet transcript)
KE'RA
There are two people inside of me, and one of them is a monster. In time, she will win.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King, author
excerpt, Chapter 53
“All right, the joke is over,” Rachel said in a tight, scared voice. “Who—”
And suddenly the planchette began to write.
It moved with lightning speed, dragging their fingers with it, snapping their arms out and back and around in a way which would have been funny if it weren’t for the helpless, caught expressions on all three girls’ faces. Nadine thought later that it was as if her arms had been caught in an exercise machine. The writing before had been in stilted, draggling letters—messages that looked as if they had been written by a seven-year-old. This writing was smooth and powerful… big, slanting capital letters that slashed across the white page. There was something both relentless and vicious about it.
NADINE, NADINE, NADINE, the whirling planchette wrote. HOW I LOVE NADINE TO BE MY TO LOVE MY NADINE TO BE MY QUEEN IF YOU IF YOU IF YOU ARE PURE FOR ME IF YOU ARE CLEAN FOR ME IF YOU ARE IF YOU ARE DEAD FOR ME DEAD YOU ARE
The planchette swooped, raced, and began again, lower down.
YOU ARE DEAD WITH THE REST OF THEM YOU ARE IN THE DEADBOOK WITH THE REST OF THEM NADINE IS DEAD WITH THEM NADINE IS ROTTEN WITH THEM UNLESS UNLESS
It stopped. Thrummed. Nadine thought, hoped—oh how she hoped—that it was over, and then it raced back to the edge of the paper and began again. Jane shrieked miserably. The faces of the other girls were shocked white o ’s of wonder and dismay.
THE WORLD THE WORLD SOON THE WORLD IS DEAD AND WE WE WE NADINE NADINE I I I WE WE WE ARE WE ARE WE
Now the letters seemed to scream across the page:
WE ARE IN THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD NADINE
The last word howled itself across the page in inch-high capital letters and then the planchette whirled from the tablet, leaving a long streak of graphite behind like a shout. It fell on the floor and snapped in two.
There had been an instant of shocked, immobile silence, and then Jane Fargood had burst into high, weeping hysterics. The thing had ended with the housemother coming upstairs to see what was wrong; Nadine remembered, and she had been about to call the infirmary for Jane when the girl had managed to get hold of herself a little.
Through the whole thing Rachel Timms had sat on her bed, calm and pale. When the housemother and most of the other girls (including the horse-faced girl, who undoubtedly felt that a prophetess is without much honor in her own land) had left, she had asked Nadine in a flat, strange voice: “Who was it, Nadine?”
“I don’t know,” Nadine had answered truthfully. She hadn’t had the slightest idea. Not then.
“You didn’t recognize the handwriting?”
“No.”
“Well, maybe you just better take that… that note from beyond or whatever it is… and go back to your room.”
“You asked me to sit down!” Nadine flashed at her. “How was I supposed to know anything like… like that would happen? I did it to be polite, for God’s sake!”
Rachel had had the good grace to flush at that; she had even offered a little apology. But Nadine had never seen much of the girl after that, and Rachel Timms had been one of the few girls Nadine had ever felt really close to during her first three semesters at college.
From then until now she had never touched one of these triangular spiders made of pressed fiberboard.
But the time had… well, it had slouched around at last, hadn’t it?
Yes indeed.
Heart beating loudly, Nadine sat down on the picnic bench and pressed her fingers lightly to two of the planchette’s three sides. She could feel it begin to move under the balls of her fingers almost immediately, and she thought of a car with its engine idling. But who was the driver? Who was he, really? Who would climb in, and slam the door, and put his sun-blackened hands on the wheel? Whose foot, brutal and heavy, shod in an old and dusty cowboy boot, would come down on the accelerator and take her… where?
Driver, where you taking us?
Nadine, beyond help or hope of succor, sat upright on the bench at the crest of Flagstaff Mountain in the black trench of morning, her eyes wide, that feeling of being on the border stronger than ever. She stared east, but felt his presence coming from behind her, pressing heavy on her, dragging her down like weights tied to the feet of a dead woman: Flagg’s dark presence, coming in steady, inexorable waves.
Somewhere the dark man was abroad in the night, and she spoke two words like an incantation to all the black spirits that had ever been—incantation and invitation:
“Tell me.”
And beneath her fingers, the planchette began to write.
One more note by me:
IMDb
The Simpsons
The Principal and the Pauper (1997)
Quotes
Superintendant Chalmers: Now let's clear this up. Who exactly are you?
Sgt. Seymour Skinner: Sergeant Seymour Skinner, U.S. Army.
Principal Skinner: It's true. I was in his platoon. But, they said you were killed on that scouting mission.
Sgt. Seymour Skinner: No, just captured. It's kind of a funny story, really. After five years in a secret P.O.W. camp, I was sold to China for slave labor. And since '77 I've been making sneakers at gunpoint in a sweatshop in Boo-Haun.
Marge Simpson: That's not a funny story.
Sgt. Seymour Skinner: Well, I guess you had to be there.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 11:05 PM Pacific-timezone USA Wednesday 08/05/2026
