The Way of The Necromancer

O, it’s a Lonely Way, The Way of The of The Necromancer —

Lacrimae Mundi — The Tears of The World.

The Argument from Ultimate Authority

Don’t Be Awful

Family (n.)

Every Time I Get Out, They Pull Me Back In

VITO CORLEONE 

(sitting behind his desk, petting a cat)

Why did you go to The Police? 

Why didn't you come to me first? 

BONASERA

What do you want of me? 

Tell me anything. 

But do what I beg you to do. 

VITO CORLEONE

What is that? 

[Bonasera gets up to whisper his request into Don Corleone's ear] 

That I cannot do. 

BONASERA

I'll give you anything you ask. 

VITO CORLEONE

We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. 

I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, 

even though my wife is godmother to your only child. 

But let's be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. 

And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt. 

BONASERA

I didn't want to get into trouble. 

VITO CORLEONE

I understand. You found paradise in America, had a good trade, made a good living. 

The Police protected you; and there were courts of law. 

And you didn't need a friend of me. 

But uh, now you come to me and you say -- 

"Don Corleone give me justice." 

-- But you don't ask with respect. 

You don't offer friendship. 

You don't even think to call me ‘Godfather’! 

Instead, you come into my house 

on the day my daughter is to be married, 

and you uh ask me to do murder, 

for money.

BONASERA

I ask you for Justice. 

VITO CORLEONE

That is Not Justice; 

Your daughter is still alive. 

BONASERA

Then they can suffer then, as she suffers.

(then)

How much shall I pay you? 

VITO CORLEONE 

(stands, turning his back toward Bonasera)

Bonasera... Bonasera... 

What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? 

Had you come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. 

And that by chance if an honest man such as yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. 

And then they would fear you.

BONASERA

Be my friend --

(then, after bowing and the Don shrugs)

-- Godfather? 

VITO CORLEONE 

(after Bonasera kisses his hand)

Good.

(then)

Some day, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. 

But uh, until that day -- 

accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day. 

BONASERA 

(as he leaves the room)

Grazie, Godfather. 

VITO CORLEONE

Prego.

(then, to Tom Hagen, after Bonasera leaves the room)

Ah, give this to ah, Clemenza. 

I want reliable people; people that aren't gonna be carried away. 

I'm mean, we're not murderers, despite of what this undertaker says. 

I Have Been BADLY Betrayed....

dickless (n.)

   A State of Being or Manner of Life characterised by a ready willingness to throw some other poor bastard (albeit possibly guilty, you just don't know) completely Under The proverbial Bus, in favour of sparing your own worthless hide.

c.f. "Don't Do it to Me, Do it to Julia! To JULIA!!"

History lesson for you, Vinnie.

I know you're not well-educated, so, uh- let me enlighten you —

The term "dildo" was first coined in around 1400 AD.

It originates from the Latin ‘dilatare’, which means 'open wide'.

The Dick, Vincent.

The Penis, The Slongker, The Cock, The Old Fella.... 

Has been revered and replicated since the start of humanity.

And now, you ...

and you...

are about to lose yours.

Boss Falcone :

Yeah, Dr. Crane, l can't take it anymore.

lt's all too much.

The walls are closing in.

Blah, blah, blah.

A couple of days of this food, it'll be true.

Dr. Crane :

What do you want?

Boss Falcone :

l wanna know how you're gonna convince me to keep my mouth shut.

Dr. Crane :

About what?

You don't know anything.

Boss Falcone :

l know you don't want the cops to take a closer look at the drugs they seized.

And l know about your experiments

with the inmates of your nut house.

See, l don't go into business with a guy without finding out his dirty secrets.

And those goons you used.

l own the muscle in this town.

Now, l've been bringing your stuff in for months, so whatever he's planning, it's big, and l want in.

Dr. Crane :

Well, l already know what he'll say.

That we should kill you.

Boss Falcone :

Even he can't get me in here.

Not in my town.

Vinnie :

Ay up, Si.

Do you want it after all? 

Vin, where did you get them antiques? 

You know the rules.

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.

Si, listen, you know — 

Fuck The Rules.

I'm in deep shit here.

You just tell me where you nicked them antiques from.

I didn't nick —

Well, I did.

I nicked a car, and the antiques, they were in the boot.

What's going on? 

Just get down here.

Why? 

Just get down here now.

Don't tell anyone you're coming.

All right.

Si, what's going - Si? 

Black Skinhead Oi! 

Get up, you little fucker.

Get up! 

History lesson for you, Vinnie.

I know you're not well-educated, so, uh- let me enlighten you.

The term "dildo" was first coined in around 1400 AD.

It originates from the Latin ‘dilatare’, which means 'open wide'.

The Dick, Vincent.

The Penis, The Slongker, The Cock, The Old Fella.... has been revered and replicated since the start of humanity.

And now, you ...

and you...

are about to lose yours.

No.

Please.

It was in —

Shut it.

Where's my antique dildo? 

On a farm.

Which farm? 

Jim's farm.

I can get it back, though.

Who stole 'em? 

I don't know.

Who was driving the car you nicked? 

I don't know Oh, fuck! A young guy.

Fuck, I didn't really see him.

He might have had brown hair.

Told you, didn't I? In the hospital, do you remember? 

I said, "If our paths cross again." 

I know, but all this —

I didn't know it had your things in it, and I'll get 'em back! 

I'll fuck I'll get you whatever you want! 

Cut his dick off.

No, no, no! Give me an hour! 

Give me one hour! 

I know where it is.

This is just a mistake, this.

All right, you, trousers off.

What?! 

I could find out the owner of that car.

I fucking can I'll find out I'll get it back.

My friend's a mechanic.

Fucking trousers off! 

My friend's a mechanic —

Boxers.

Fuck 

Boxers.

Mr McCann No! Wait, wait! 

Just - Just  - Don't — 

All right, now, say bye-bye to it.

Why? Why? 

Say bye-bye.

Fuck - This is fucking madness, man.

Say it! 

Bye, bye, byebye.

Properly.

You can't do this.

Don't - Please don't cut my dick off in a pawn shop, man.

Don't - Don't - Fuck.

Vin! You will always remember the moment before you become dickless.

It's The End of One Life and The Start of Another.

Pre and post-dick.

I have been •BADLY• betrayed, and the only people with knowledge of my antiques are people that know my house, people who come and go, people with regular access.

I want to fucking know.

I •have• to fucking know.

I can find out.

I fucking can.

I can find out.

OK - You find out who took that dildo, you keep your dick.

You don't, it comes off.

Do we understand ourselves? 

Yeah.

Do we fucking understand each other?! 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes.

SLATER :

You and young Rodney are going down for at least a year apiece! 

Unless you give me the name of the mush who nicked the microwave.

DEL BOY :

Oh, leave it out Slater.

You know I can't do that.

It's against my principles! 

My Mum'd turn in her grave if she knew I'd become a copper's nark! 

SLATER :

Well, you're gonna have a lot of time to think about your principles! 

I hope the porridge ain't too lumpy! 

I'll get the charge sheets typed up.

DEL BOY :

Now, just a minute - Roy.

Let's not be hasty! 

I think we can make a deal.

SLATER :

I don't like deals! 

DEL BOY :

You're gonna like this one! 

If I give you the name of the bloke that stole that oven, 

you let Rodney and Grandad go - no charges.

SLATER :

Yeah, alright.

I'll let them go.

And you'll also drop all charges against me! 

SLATER :

Oh come on Del, I'm looking forward to that! 

You don't seem to understand what I'm saying Slater! 

Once I give you the name, I'll be one of your grasses.

SLATER :

Oh Del, Del Boy, that is beautiful! 

You would be one of my Merry Men! 

I'd have you in my pocket, I could bounce you about and make you dance whenever I felt bored! 

And if you ever stepped out of line, I'd let it be known on the streets that you're an informer! 

DEL BOY :

Yeah! I know! 

SLATER :

The deal's on my old hoppo.

I'll drop the charges against you, you have My Word.

DEL BOY :

Your Word! 

Your Word means about as much as the guarantee on that hooky microwave! 

No, I want immunity from prosecution.

And I want it in writing and I want it signed, sealed and delivered.

SLATER :

I'll get it arranged right away Derek.

Oh, we're gonna have a good future together you and me, I can feel it.

What's up Del? Cursing the day you crossed me? 

DEL BOY :

No, I'm cursing the day I made them stop at your belly button! 

Why's he keeping Del Boy in there? 

That's about the 38th time you've asked me that in the last 'alf hour! 

And for the 38th time Grandad, I'm telling you, I don't know.

I thought he'd just charge Del with receiving, he'd get a fifty pound fine, and then it would all be forgot about! 

That's what I thought! 

So did I! So why's he keeping him in there? 

Gawd bless my old brown I don't bloody know Grandad.

Well, Rodney —

PC HOSKINS :

Look I thought I told you two you were free to go! 

Oh, we thought we'd hang on for a while.

Yeah, it's good here, innit?

SLATER :

Still here?

We're waiting for Del.

GRANDAD TROTTER :

Will he be long son? 

SLATER :

Only as long as it takes him to tell me who nicked the microwave.

Better get our heads down till the morning then! 

Oh, no, Del's seen the light.

He's decided to cooperate.

No, you're pulling our legs! 

SLATER :

D'you reckon? 

Why don't you come in and see for yourself.

Come on.

Alright Hoskins, away you go, canteen's open now.

PC Hoskins :

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

SLATER :

There you are, Del Boy, your immunity from prosecution, signed by the Superintendent himself.

What are you playing at, Del??!! 

DEL BOY :

What're they doing 'ere? 

SLATER :

Oh I thought it'd be interesting for them to see you in your real light.

The Great Del Boy, the man who could talk his way out of a room with no doors, reduced to this, grassing.

DEL BOY :

I've gotta tell him Rodney.

He's got me all ends up — I've got no choice.

But you don't know his name Del.

He was just a bloke in the market! 

DEL BOY :

Oh leave it out, Grandad.

If Mr Slater was to believe our descriptions he'd have his men searching for a someone who's a cross between Tom Thumb and the Jolly Green Giant! 

SLATER :

With a deaf-aid! 

DEL BOY :

With a deaf aid! 

Rodney, I wasn't doing it just for myself.

He threatened to plant something on you and set you up for a bit of bird.

But, but that's against the law! 

SLATER :

Well phone the Police! 

Don't tell him Del.

DEL BOY :

Look, I've got to Rodney.

Otherwise it'll mean you and me will go down the road and Grandad's gonna be left alone on the estate, see? 

I've got no choice, I've got no choice! 

Alright Mr. Slater let's get down to business.

SLATER :

Oh Del, Del Boy, those words are music to my ears.

I will cherish this moment! 

Righto Del, who nicked it? 

DEL BOY :

They are free to go ain't they? 

SLATER :

Yeah, they're free to go - no charges, they can leave whenever they like.

OK, give me his name.

DEL BOY :

You've got nothing on me either? 

SLATER :

No! You've got an immunity from prosecution.

You've got less chance of a pull than the Queen.

DEL BOY :

Long as I know.

SLATER :

Right, for the third and last time of asking, who nicked the microwave off the back of the lorry? 

[ Del signs the document guaranteeing his immunity from prosecution. ]

DEL BOY :

I did!

The Real Feat Would Be Changing The Past

Phil Coulson: 

Got to admit this time stuff's always been a little over my head. 

Like, in Terminator. 

If John Connor's alive and able to send his friend back in time to save his Mom to make sure he's born, doesn't that mean he doesn't have to? 

Lincoln Campbell: 

I, uh, I never saw the original Terminator. 

Phil Coulson: 

You're off the team.

Jemma Simmons: 

Do you think we can do it? 

Change The Future? 

Melinda May: 

Every move we make changes The Future. 

The real feat would be changing The Past.

The Funniest Shit in The World

The World is like a Ride in an Amusement Park. 

And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s Real, because that’s how •POWERFUL• our minds are. 

And The Ride goes up and down 

and round and round. 

It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s FUN, for a while. 

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 

“Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, EVER, because : this is just a ride…”

And we… 

KILL those people.

Ha-hA!!!!!

“Shut him up!”

“We have a lot invested in this ride!! Shut him up!

Look at my furrows of worry!!

Look at my big bank account !!!

Look at my family!!!!

This just has to be REAL.....!!!!!”

Just a Ride. 

But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? 

And let the demons run amok. 

But it doesn’t matter, because: It’s Just a Ride. 

And we can change it anytime we want. 

It’s only a choice. 

No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. 

A choice, right now, between Fear and Love. 

The eyes of Fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. 

The eyes of Love, instead, see all of us as one. 

Here’s what we can do to change The World, right now, to a better ride. 

Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating The Poor of The World, which it •WOULD• many times over, NOT ONE HUMAN BEING EXCLUDED, and we could explore Space, together — both inner and outer — forever, in peace.

Thank You.

[ And Then, The Shots Rang out.... ]

= EXCUSE MY sLAUGHTER =

1988

Always Two, There Are :

No More, No Less —

A Master, and An Apprentice.

“Nineteen eighty-eight saw ecstasy, or MDMA, as the favored drug, accompanying long-form trance, ambient and dance music, Manchester “baggy” fitness wear as street wear, grunge beards, and a return to long hair. In comic books, this was the time of Deadline, Doom Patrol, Shade, and Sandman.”

Excerpt From

Supergods

Grant Morrison

Det. Sgt. Joe Friday :

Let me tell you something, Mr Lone Wolf — 

The dedicated people of the Los Angeles Police Department are one big family, from my brother, the traffic cop, to my sister, the meter maid, 

and when one of us makes a collar, we ALL make a collar.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Friday, are you on any •particular• kind of medication that as your partner I should be made aware of....?

The reason The Delorean has to be going 88 mph to break The Time Barrier is Because it is two infinity symbols rotated 90 degrees to The Perpendicular.

If you try to time travel from 1985, you arrive in 1955.

If you try to Time Travel from 1988, you end up in a Moebius Loop, and That is Why We NEED Eddie Van Halen.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

This guy knows God personally.

I hear they play racquetball together.

Det. Sgt. Joe Friday :

You just chuckle away, Mister —

I don't hear God laughing.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You will, once He sees your haircut.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Joe Friday :

Look, there's the mayor.

Pretty clever of Whirley manoeuvring him up here to Caesar's party.

He's got both people he wants to eliminate in one place.

Hey, isn't that Whirley's car?

Good evening, Reverend.

Child.

Joe Friday :

I don't see Connie.

The next car comes, follow me in.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Wait. YOU can't go in there.

When did you become Miss Manners?

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

First, you don't have a warrant.

Joe Friday :

Penal Code 836: A police officer

may make an arrest without a warrant if he believes there's probable cause...

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You're NOT a police officer any more.

I hate to be the one to break that to you, but it's The Truth.

You charge in there now, you'll NEVER get your badge back.

Joe Friday :

Whirley's the only one that knows where Connie is.

He'll tell or I'll shove that collar so far down his throat I'll have to take off his shoes to wring his neck.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You're not even •thinking• like a cop any more.

You're thinking like a Man in Love.

Joe Friday :

Watch your language, Mister!

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Oh, Joe, l...

You've never •had• these feelings before, have you?

Joe Friday :

Almost.

I had a kitten once.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

This is gonna be a little different.

Connie won't be sleeping in a box or meowing all night or climbing up your drapes.

Or, maybe she will —You both are sort of starting from scratch with this thing.

Joe Friday :

Get out of my way!

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Last time you went after Whirley, you got suspended. 

Now you'll get arrested.

Joe Friday :

On what charge, Junior?

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

How about Section 146-A?

That's right — Impersonating a Police Officer.

It's for your own good, Joe.

In spite of every logical instinct

I've ever had... I consider you a Real Friend.

Joe Friday :

Wait.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Joe, GO HOME.

There's nothing more you can do here.

Believe me.

By the way, my name is Pep.

It's not ‘Mister’, ‘Junior’,

‘bub’ or ‘Streebek’. 

It's Pep.

Friendships •START• with first names... Joe.

Thanks, Max.

”On promotional copies, only a song listing and catalog number—25677—were printed on the disc itself. 

The commercial version was to only have the catalog number—printed in pink—on the spine.9 The original compact disc pressing was made by Sony DADC rather than WEA Manufacturing. 

After Prince became convinced that the album was “evil”, he ordered it to be withdrawn a week before its release date. It was replaced with the album Lovesexy, a brighter pop-oriented album with elements of religious affirmation.”

“The album features one of the most atypical Prince songs: “BOB George”, in which he assumes the identity of a profane man who suspects his girlfriend to have had an affair with a man named BOB. He asks her what the man does for a living and learns that BOB manages Prince, whom he dismisses as “that skinny motherfucker with the high voice”. 

The gun-wielding alter ego then fires a multitude of gunshots, and ends up being raided by The Police. During live performances of the song during the Lovesexy Tour, he ends up being SHOT. 

The name for the track was a combination of BOB Cavallo (former manager), and Nelson George, who was felt to have become very critical of Prince. “BOB George” features a growling monologue that is slowed down to the point of being almost unrecognizable as Prince. The voice at the end of the song that says “bizarre” is actually a stock sound from the Fairlight CMI IIx library, with its pitch raised.

The Tunnel to The Past

The observatory was featured in two major sequences of the James Dean film Rebel Without a Cause (1955), which helped to make it an international emblem of Los Angeles. 

A bust of Dean was subsequently placed at the west side of the grounds. It has also appeared in a number of other movies, including :