Showing posts with label VHS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VHS. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 March 2024

VHS-Summer School Lesson 1 : Cujo — Good Dog, Lie Down.


“I want My Daddy..!!”



Mr Gary Grooberson :
...are you okay...?

Callie :
Ah -- yeah. First Day.
Can you imagine who they've 
got teaching Summer School...?

Mr Gary Grooberson :
I can -- I teach it.

Callie :
Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr Gary Grooberson :
Look -- most of the kids around here -- 
they're not very bright.
[a little boy pushes past them.]
Hey, ColinHe's....
I can get them to do
whatever I want.

Callie :
[Unenthusiastically/Not-Listening/Doesn't Care.
Score.

Mr Gary Grooberson :
DREAM job...(!)






VHS-Summer School Survival Skills 
Lesson 1 : Good Dog, Lie Down… 
Just Lie Down, now…
Lie Down and Die.







Good Morning Class! 
How's Everybody Doing Today...?

My Name's 
Mister Grooberson.

....I know. 
You don't wanna be here. 
I don't wanna be here, either.
Now, apparently--

Your School is still operating on VHS --
But, I found this gem in The Teacher's Lounge :

It's called 'Cujo' : It's about a rabid St.Bernard that...
You know what, I don't want to give too much away, but --

Imagine 'Beethoven', 
if he contracted Rabies,
and then just started mauling children...!!
You get an idea -- Enjoy.








Here in My Car
I feel Safest of All
I can lock all My Doors
It's the only way to Live, in Cars —

Here in My Car
I can only receive
I can Listen to You
It keeps me stable for days, in Cars

Here in My Car,
Where The Image breaks down
Will You visit Me please
If I open My Door in cars —

Here in My Car
I know I've started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right, in Cars

Monday, 13 June 2022

Red





With blood and rage of crimson red,
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,
Together with our hellish hate,
We'll burn you all,
That is Your Fate!


"Yes... By The Green Beam of My Ring -- I see that You are Honest!
And The BATTERY has already selected you as one born Without Fear!
So now you pass both tests, Hal Jordan...."










"Half the things I saw on the beat 
as a cop back in Baltimore, 
and half the things I see as a Lantern.

People being petty, and bitter, 
and refusing to give a single inch 
unless they get something in return.

Every time I think of kids 
getting into the corner trade 
because Life didn't give them 
any other choices.

Every time I have to open one 
of those damn clam-shell packages.

Convenience Fees.
Guys who hit their wives.
Funerals with tiny coffins.

My Dead Mom and My Drunk Dad,
and the way the first thing 
made the second thing.

Broken Trust.
People who refuse to see 
how Good they've got it.

People Who Prey.

The horrible things 
that happen everywhere, 
every day --

-- and the fact that even 
with this damn ring 
and all the Power 
it gives me --

-- I have to let most of them happen!

Abin Sur didn't think I was Good Enough.
"Back-up Green Lantern 
for Sector 2814."

"Back-up" means 
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Couldn't make it as a cop. 
Washed out.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Hal sent me here.
I don't care how important The Mission is.
It's not being Green.
I was DISPOSABLE.
He didn't need me in His Corps.

NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

That's where The Real Rage 
comes from,
not what I've seen,
but What I AM.

They're Right.
All of Them.
Guy Gardner is 
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

This is Where I Belong.
Somewhere I Don't Have 
to Be GOOD at All.

I'm DONE being The Good Guy."

GUY GARDNER OF EARTH --
WELCOME BACK TO 
THE RED LANTERN CORPS.

Friday, 22 April 2022

lloigor

 












Ulysses Klaue:

Yeah. The Enhanced. Strucker's prize pupils. 

[picks up a dish of candies from his desk

Want A Candy? 


Oh, sorry to hear about Strucker. 

But then, he knew what kind of World he was helping create.

Human Life, not a growth market.


 [The Twins look at each other


You...you didn't know? 


Is this your first time intimidating someone? 

I'm afraid that I'm not that afraid.


Wanda Maximoff: 

Everybody's afraid of something.



Ulysses Klaue: 

(Immediately)

Cuttlefish

Deep sea fish. 


They make Lights. Disco Lights. 

Whoom, whoom, whoom! 

To hypnotize their prey, then whoom


I saw A Documentary, it was terrifying


[Pietro speeds over to pick up a candy from Klaue's desk, and Klaue jerks at the sudden movement


So if you're going to fiddle with My Brain, 

and make me see a giant cuttlefish

then I know you don't do Business, 

and I know you're not in charge, 

and I only deal with The Man in Charge.





Hans Stefan Santesson points out the basic similarity of Mayan and Egyptian investiture rituals, as previously indicated in Colonel Churchward's insightful but wrongheaded books on the lost continent of Mu. As we have demonstrated, Churchward's obsession with the Pacific, based on his having received his first clues about our lost ancestors in an Asiatic temple, led him to attribute to the fictitious Mu much of the real history of the actual Atlantis. But this passage from Santesson's Understanding Mu (Paperback Library, New York, 1970, page 117) needs little correction :


“Next he was taken to The Throne of Regeneration of the Soul, and the Ceremony of Investiture or Illumination took place. Then he experienced further ordeals before attaining to The Chamber of the Orient, to The Throne of Ra, to become truly A Master. 

He could see for himself in the distance the uncreated light from which was pointed out the whole happiness of the future ... In other words, as Churchward puts it, both in Egypt and in Maya the initiate had to "sustain" (i.e., survive) "the fiery ordeal" to be approved as an adept. The adept had to become justified. The justified must then become illuminate

The destruction of Mu was commemorated by the possibly symbolic House of Fire of the Quiche Mayas and by the relatively later Chamber of Central Fire of the Mysteries which we are told were celebrated in the Great Pyramid.”


Substituting Atlantis for Mu, Churchward and Santesson are basically correct. The god, of course, could choose the shape in which He would appear in the final ordeal, and, since these gods, or lloigor in the Atlantean language, possessed Telepathy, they would read The Initiate's mind and manifest in the form most terrifying to the specific individual, although the shog-goth form and the classic Angry Giant form such as appears in Aztec statues of Tlaloc were most common. To employ an amusing conceit, if these beings had survived to our time, as some occultists claim, they would appear to the average American as, say, King Kong or, perhaps, Dracula or the Wolf-Man.

The sacrifices demanded by these creatures evidently contributed significantly to the fall of Atlantis, and we can conjecture that the mass burnings practised by the Celts at Beltain and even the Aztec religion, which turned their altars into abbatoirs, were minor in comparison, being merely the result of persistent tradition after the real menace of the lloigor had vanished. 

We, of course, cannot fully understand the purpose of these bloody rituals, since we cannot fathom the nature, or even the sort of matter or energy, that comprised the lloigor. That the chief of these beings, is known in the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the Eltdown Shards as lok-Sotot, "Eater of Souls," suggests that it was some energy or psychic vibration of the dying victim that the lloigor needed; the physical body was, as in the case of the corpse-eating cult of Leng, consumed by the priests themselves, or merely thrown away, as among the Thuggee of India.







Saturday, 26 February 2022

Tribe



Do you think we ever lived like this? 
Like A Tribe?

 
Together with a common language, 
a reason and a name 
for each living thing? 

Did we once belong somewhere -- 
a time and a place, however briefly?



Connor Macloed :
Slan is mine.

-Protecting Tessa is my job.

[laughter]

-Good to see you.
You're sure you wouldn't rather
use a sword, Connor?


Connor Macloed :
I take it that, uh, what you
saw last night was new?

New?
-Yes, as a matter of fact, it
is quite new for Tessa.

How long have you two known each other?

Are you related?

Duncan Macloed :
We're clansmen.
When I was growing up,
there was a legend in My Clan about a--
a strange man in my grandfather's time who was
killed in battle and then miraculously revived.

Everyone thought it was,
uh, witchcraft.

I thought it was an old wives' tale.
Until one day--

-I know.

Someone killed you, but you didn't die.

Duncan Macloed :
And then I found him.

Um--

well, you know, the way
someone found me.

-Connor taught me everything I
needed to know to survive as

an immortal--

the rules, the tactics
needed to win.

-As once someone taught me.

-Win what?

Why does this Slan person
want Duncan?

[SARCASTICALLY] Please,
don't say anything in

front of the lady.



Let me just go in the next room and crochet 
while you have cigars and brandy 
and talk about beheadings.

Duncan Macloed :
I told Tessa some of it.
I thought I was out of it.
She didn't need to know 
all The Rules.

Connor Macloed :
You're not out of it anymore!
There can be only one.

Remember that rule?

Duncan Macloed :
One what?
One of you?
Only one immortal left in the end?
Is that it?
And what does the winner get?

Connor Macloed :
The last one will have the power 
of all the immortals who ever lived.
Enough power to rule this planet forever.

If someone like Slan is that last one, 
Mankind will suffer an Eternity of Darkness 
from which it will never recover.

-And you didn't think this was
important enough to mention?

It's nothing new.

Duncan Macloed :
It is for me.

You can't stay out of The Game, Duncan.

You've tried before.

Duncan Macloed :
Damn it, Connor!
It had nothing to do with The Game, 
and you know that.

[Queen - "Who Wants to Live Forever"

There's no time for us 
There's no place for us 
What is this thing that builds our dreams 
Yet slips away from us? 
Who wants to live forever? 
Who wants to live forever?

Duncan Macloed :
[crying] 
She knew the names of all the grasses... the wildflowers... the songs that told where her people came from, how they lived, what they believed in!

Connor Macloed : 
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[Who wants to live forever?]
Duncan Macloed : 
[watching funeral pyre burn] 
Do you think we ever lived like this? Like a tribe?

[Who wants to live forever?]
 
Together with a common language, a reason and a name for each living thing? Did we once belong somewhere -- a time and a place, however briefly?


[Who dares to know forever?]
8. CUT

8. Outside antique store 1

[DM pulls up in T-bird, feels 'buzz', enters store cautiously.]

Connor Macloed :
Hey... I know you loved her, 
but you can't keep them from dying. 
They all do. Men kill men. 
We kill each other.

Duncan Macloed :
I don't care who does the killing. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the endless mindless fighting. I'm tired of death.

Connor Macloed :
You can't quit.

Duncan Macloed : 
I didn't ask you for permission, Connor.

Connor Macloed :
I know why you chose this place. 
It's holy ground.

Duncan Macloed : 
That's right. And I did ask permission 
of the old ones to build my cabin here.

Connor Macloed :
No Immortal can fight here... ever. 
You'll always be safe.

Duncan Macloed : 
Glad you approve. 
Connor, the battle between good and evil 
can do without me for a while.

Connor Macloed :
Maybe, but you can't stay out of it forever.

Duncan Macloed :
No, not forever, but for a while.

Connor Macloed :
They'll find you.

Duncan Macloed : 
Eventually.

 

Saturday, 4 December 2021

VHS-Summer School Lesson 2 : Childs Play — Y’wanna Play with The Big Kid?



You wanna play with The Big Kid..? 

You know, I -- I should’ve been Your Father

I mean, I could’ve been.





PETER VENKMAN: 
You know, you'd have been better off marrying me.

He held the miniature snow globe upright.

DANA BARRETT: 
You never asked
And whenever I brought it up, 
you'd get drowsy and fall asleep.

Peter placed the globe back on the shelf and walked away.

PETER VENKMAN: 
You never got it, Dana — I'm a man. I'm sensitive
I need to feel loved. I need to be desired.

Dana placed her left hand on his shoulder.

DANA BARRETT: 
It was when you started introducing me 
as the old ball and chain. That's when I left.

Peter grimaced.





EGON SPENGLER: 
Venkman, could you get 
a stool specimen, please?

PETER VENKMAN: 
Business or personal?

Peter smiled down at Oscar.

PETER VENKMAN: 
You wanna play with The Big Kid..? 
You know, I --
I should’ve been Your Father
I mean, I could’ve been.

Peter shook Oscar's hand.

PETER VENKMAN: 
I understand.

Peter picked Oscar up and started singing "Dixie." 
Oscar bit him softly on the nose.

PETER VENKMAN: 
Help, he's gone completely berserk! Help!

Peter's voice returned to normal once he saw Dana.

PETER VENKMAN: 
He had, uh, he had some sort 
of a clear liquid 
coming out of his mouth, too.

DANA BARRETT: 
Yes, well, that happens. 
Well, what do you think?

PETER VENKMAN: 
Well, he's ugly
I mean, he's not Elephant Man ugly, 
but — he's not attractive. 
Was his father ugly?

DANA BARRETT: 
Don't listen.

PETER VENKMAN: 
And he stinks. 
You're ripe, señorr! 

Oscar giggled.

PETER VENKMAN: 
Did his father stink? Yeah. 
Daddy was a smelly? Huh? 
What's your name?

DANA BARRETT: 
His name is Oscar.

PETER VENKMAN: 
Oh! Named after a hot dog. 
You poor man. You poor, poor man.

DANA BARRETT: 
Oh, but seriously - there's--
There's nothing unusual about him, is there?

PETER VENKMAN: 
Well, I don't have 
a lot of experience with babies. 

But you're excited now, 
because Mama's here 
to get you a stool sample. 
Right, Mama?

DANA BARRETT: 
Stool sample?

PETER VENKMAN: 
Yeah.

They laid Oscar down on the table.