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The 1990s were a weird and often really interesting time for the slasher film genre. Join Lee as he navigates the often even weirder soundtracks and scores of those films in the first of a 3-part series. --He's Invisible from "The Invisible Maniac" (1990) --Dan Povenmire --Maniac Cop Rap from "Maniac Cop 2" (1990) --Jay Chattaway, Wayne Lammers and Peter Levin --I'll be Right There from "Prom Night 3: The last Kiss" (1990) --Paul Zaza --She's Gonna Freak You from "Prom Night 3: The Last Kiss" (1990) --Maestro Fresh-Wes --Women are Like That & Room at the Bottom from "Hard to Die" (1990) --Mr. Moderation --Main Theme from "Hard to Die" (1990) --Chuck Cirino --Opening Credits from "Slumber Party Massacre III" (1990) --Louis Chalif --Video Game Suite from "Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare" (1991) --Brian May --Virgin Girl from "Shock 'Em Dead" (1991) --Mark Freed & Robert Decker --Pocomania Day from "Popcorn" (1991) --Lovindeer & Chalice --Scary Scary Movies from "Popcorn" (1991) --Ossie D. and Stevie G. --Doctor, Heal Thyself from "Dr. Giggles" (1992) --Brian May --Happy Hell Night from "Happy Hell Night" (1992) --Slush Puppies --It Was Always You, Helen from "Candyman" (1992) --Phillip Glass --Main Titles from "Leprechaun" (1993) --Kevin Kiner --End Titles from "Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday" (1993) --Harry Manfredini --Talkin 'bout Aaargh from "Psycho Cop Returns" (1993) --Keep Left Opening and closing music: Theme from Slaughter from "Slaughter" by Billy Preston, and Too Risky a Day for a Regatta from "Tentacles" by Stelvio Cipriani.

Aaargh, struggling to get Nancy G back on track -one min clips are all I can fit in ...will try do a ten minute or so episode tomorrow -Bip and Mighty need to continue their journey, would do Catherine's memory an injustice if they packed it in ;)

Title by Amanda Buckley All President McNulty wants to do is inspire her constituents through friendship, creativity and connection. But Vice President Sandra has other plans: To remove all imagination and free thought from the country. Song List: "Use Onomatopoeia", "Boom! Pow! Wow!", "A World Without Imagination", "We Accept Everyone For Their STIs", "Stop The Vice President", "I'm Gonna Fix My Own Problems" Wanna show Impromptunes some financial love? Check out our Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/impromptunes Cast: Jackson Eather, Chelsea Heaney, Ian Andrew and David Peake on keys Teched by Emerson Brophy Edited by Morgan Phillips

Aaargh! It's the final episode of 1981, yeh matey! But have the best games been saved for last? Well Swashbuckler by Datamost, Twerps by Sirius Software, Stampede by Activision, and Planet Defender by Vtech are sure going to try to claim that title! Join us as we find out just how high 1981 can end on!Website -https://historyofvideogamespodcast.comTwitter - https://twitter.com/HistoryofVideo1Email - historyvgpodcast@gmail.comHosts - Ben & WesMusic - Arranged and recorded by Ben

April 21, 2024  "Whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”  - Mk 11:24 . What a great promise!!! But…then, it's frustrating to pray, only to discover that nothing seems to be changing. Often we think we are “doing it wrong,”  we need to work harder, or maybe we don't deserve this good. Aaargh! On Sunday, let's look at some ways to gently welcome answered prayer, and a new experience of life… with a little more ease and joy!!! Speaker: Rev. Sharon RameyTo donate to CSL Seattle: https://bit.ly/donate-cslseattle

Het is de dag van de drie grote A's. Twee kwamen met kwartaalcijfers en trekken de AEX naar beneden. De ander, Adyen, moet alles uit de kast trekken om een verdere daling van het aandeel te stoppen. Voor het eerst in de eigen geschiedenis luistert het betaalbedrijf naar z'n aandeelhouders. Het doet dat tijdens een beleggersdag in San Francisco.    In deze aflevering hebben we het over de problemen van deze bedrijven en de oplossingen. Hoe blijft ABN geld verdienen zodra de rente weer daalt? Hoe lang houdt voor Ahold de malaise in Amerika aan? En wat is ervoor nodig om Adyen-beleggers gerust te stellen, na die historische koersval eerder dit jaar?    Windmolen Bij Vestas lijken de eerste zonnestraaltjes door te breken. De grootste windmolenmaker ter wereld maakt na jaren weer een klein beetje winst. Volgens de topman gaat het weer de 'goede richting' op, nu het aantal orders en de omzet toeneemt. Adidas verdient goed aan gecancelde sneakers. En het wordt een drama-jaar voor wijnboeren, -verkopers en -liefhebbers.    Barbie Rivian verliest z'n contract met Amazon en dát gaat voor een verkoopboost zorgen. Tot slot hoor je waarom Warner Bros niks heeft aan z'n meest succesvolle film aller tijden, Barbie.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Het is de dag van de drie grote A's. Twee kwamen met kwartaalcijfers en trekken de AEX naar beneden. De ander, Adyen, moet alles uit de kast trekken om een verdere daling van het aandeel te stoppen. Voor het eerst in de eigen geschiedenis luistert het betaalbedrijf naar z'n aandeelhouders. Het doet dat tijdens een beleggersdag in San Francisco.    In deze aflevering hebben we het over de problemen van deze bedrijven en de oplossingen. Hoe blijft ABN geld verdienen zodra de rente weer daalt? Hoe lang houdt voor Ahold de malaise in Amerika aan? En wat is ervoor nodig om Adyen-beleggers gerust te stellen, na die historische koersval eerder dit jaar?    Windmolen Bij Vestas lijken de eerste zonnestraaltjes door te breken. De grootste windmolenmaker ter wereld maakt na jaren weer een klein beetje winst. Volgens de topman gaat het weer de 'goede richting' op, nu het aantal orders en de omzet toeneemt. Adidas verdient goed aan gecancelde sneakers. En het wordt een drama-jaar voor wijnboeren, -verkopers en -liefhebbers.    Barbie Rivian verliest z'n contract met Amazon en dát gaat voor een verkoopboost zorgen. Tot slot hoor je waarom Warner Bros niks heeft aan z'n meest succesvolle film aller tijden, Barbie.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

AAARGH! REGENED!!!! More nonsense from the lads and from Rebellion! The pain won't go away!!!

Prepare yeself mateys for my thoughts on this swashbuckling tale!

Previously on Saga of the Jewels - Mid-Season Recap:Seventeen year old Ryn's hometown is attacked by General Vorr of the Empire and everyone he has ever known is killed. Just before he dies, Ryn's father gives him a ruby, which causes him to project fire. Ryn is captured by the Empire and meets another captive, Princess Nuthea, who has the ability to project lightning. Nuthea explains to him that the Empire have learned of the existence of twelve Primeval Jewels which grant the ability to manipulate different elements, and are searching for them. The Imperial vessel where they are being held is in turn attacked by a pirate airship, and the pirates capture Ryn and Nuthea. The lead pirate, Captain Sagar, agrees to escort Nuthea back to her homeland, and to spare Ryn's life, in exchange for the promise of gold, gemstones and beautiful women upon her safe delivery. However, in the battle with the Empire Sagar's ship's engineer has been killed. They land in the port city of Ast and recruit a new engineer called Elrann. Ast is then attacked by the Empire, who are using the Fire Ruby to invade the continent and search for more of the Jewels. Ryn confronts General Vorr, his parents' murderer on whom he has vowed to enact revenge, and only narrowly escapes with the help of his new friends. Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar and Elrann flee the city of Ast together, but are then attacked by a bounty hunter. They manage to subdue the bounty hunter but Nuthea is gravely wounded in the process. Ryn beats Sagar to the hunter's mount and rushes Nuthea to the nearest town where he finds a healer, Cid, a mysterious old man who saves the princess's life with his arts and asks to join the traveling party, saying that he believes it is the purpose of ‘the One', the god that he and Nuthea each worship. Cid also gives the still-captive bounty hunter a poppy seed to alleviate his withdrawal symptoms from the addictive substance, and tells the party to meet him at the top of a hill after he goes back to the nearby town to pick up some supplies. They go to the hilltop to wait, but when Cid arrives back he is being chased by an enormous dog-like monster and a troop of Imperial soldiers…Episode 11: Run Away!The beast looked like a huge bulldog, twice the height and four times the width of a man. Its fur was white, but over that it had been fitted with black plate armour on its back and around its head--the same kind of armour the Imperial soldiers wore.When it barked, horribly and monstrously, it spat frothy saliva from behind rows of huge, shiny, pointed teeth. It was still about fifty paces away, but pounding towards them at full tilt through the trees.Blam! Sparks lit the side of the beast's helmet for a moment. Elrann had shot it. But she hadn't even slowed it down. It shook its huge head as if to dismiss an irritating fly as it continued to charge towards them along with the soldiers that rode alongside it.“There's no way we can beat this thing in our current state!” yelled Sagar. “Everyone, get on a chocobo! Retreat! Run away!” He took the rope from Cid and swung himself up onto the third chocobo in a smooth motion, then motioned for Nuthea to join him and pulled her up behind him.“Quick, get on!” the old man called to Elrann, and she jumped up to join him on his chocobo as well.That left one more. Hurriedly, Ryn clambered up onto the chocobo that Vish was on, sat in front of him, grabbed the reins, lashed them.“Yah!” he shouted.The chocobo sprang forwards just in time, as behind them Ryn heard the sound of the creature's enormous jaws snapping shut. It barked in frustration and resumed its pursuit, muscled white legs pumping back into a run. Ryn turned and lashed the reins again, willing his chocobo to run faster. To either side of the monster he had glimpsed the soldiers he recognised as Biggs and Wedge galloping along on their own chocobos, carrying crossbows.This is not good.An arrow hit the trunk of a tree just in front of him with a thunk.This is really not good.Nuthea and Sagar's chocobo galloped in front of them, then Cid and Elrann's. They had to move left and right to weave their way in and out of the trees as they ran at full tilt down the wooded slope that led down from the hill they had been resting on, but they just about kept formation. Arrows whistled past them, hitting the trees or landing uselessly in the grass.“Stop!” shouted of one of the soldiers behind them; it sounded like Biggs. Ryn didn't even know how many soldiers they had chasing them. The voice was much too close for his liking. “Stop in the name of the Emperor! You are to be tried for theft, rebellion and destruction of property! Stop, you rebel scum!”“I thought you said you were going to pay for the chocobos out of your own money!” Sagar yelled to Cid as they galloped through the forest, completely ignoring the Imperial's demands.“I said no such thing!” called back Cid over his shoulder. “Our purposes are far more important than whatever those Imperial dolts in Nonts are going to use them for!”“Pops, slow down a bit!” yelled Elrann from where she sat behind Cid astride their chocobo. “I've got another shot, but I need a clear view! Ryn, you swap places with us!”She's mad, thought Ryn. But he kicked his ankles into the heaving sides of his chocobo all the same. He didn't expect it to be able to run much faster than it was going, but it cawed frantically and sped up a little, and Ryn had to grip the reins tighter to stay on.In front of them, at the same time, Cid pulled on his reins to slow his and Elrann's chocobo down.“Woah!” Ryn said as he had to steer his steed out of the way of Cid's to avoid a collision. He whipped his head round to check they were alright as they bolted past their comrades.Cid and Elrann kept pace with them, but now from the back of the line. The old man seemed like he had done this before. They're both crazy! “What's going on back there, pup?!” Sagar and Nuthea were just in front of Ryn now.“Nothing, we're fine!” called back Ryn, ducking his head to avoid a low branch.“Oof!”Ryn felt Vish jolt behind him. “A little warning please, boy?” Vish said. But Ryn could still feel him on the chocobo. Thankfully he hadn't been thrown off.“Sorry…” said Ryn. “Too many things going on at once!”Blam!Elrann had fired her second shot. A high-pitched, distressed caaaaaw sounded, followed by a human shout of anger.Ryn managed another quick glance backwards. One of the chocobos of the soldiers pursuing them tumbled in the grass, quickly shrinking into the distance, its rider rolling on the ground in a cloud of yellow feathers.“Damn it! Missed!” Ryn heard Elrann say as he looked forwards again so he could steer.“Looks like you got him to me!” Ryn called.“Yeah, but I was aiming for the dog! Aaargh!”“Raaawrrr!”Another horrible snapping sound. But the trees were too densely packed here for Ryn to risk another look over his shoulder just now. “What happened?” he called.“We're alright!” yelled Elrann from behind them. “We're alright!”“The beast nearly got them,” said Vish behind Ryn. “He took some of their chocobo's tail feathers, but they are still intact.” The Shadowfinger's voice dropped to a low growl. “This is useless. You can't outrun them forever. The beast is your match in speed, and more than your match in strength. You need someone in your party who can employ ranged attacks more effectively.”“Well, who do you suggest?!” Ryn said to him. It was hard to concentrate on talking and steering the chocobo at the same time, not to mention avoiding falling off as he bounced up and down on its back in time with its frantic gallop. “Sagar, Nuthea and me are all too tired to use our elemental projection! Elrann's out of bullets now and she can't reload while we're riding! Who else is there?”“Me, you fool!” Vish's voice was venomous in Ryn's ear. “Loose these bonds around my wrists and I will dispatch the mutt for you.”“What are you two jabbering about back there?” Sagar called out from the chocobo in front of them. “Stay focused, pup, or we'll never outrun this thing!”“The bounty hunter says he can take care of the monster!” Ryn called back. “He wants me to untie him!”“Don't do it, pup!” Sagar shouted immediately. “It's a trap! He'll kill you and hand us all over to the Empire to collect his bounty!”“No!” called back Nuthea from where she sat on the chocobo behind Sagar. She had her arms around him so that she wouldn't fall off--even in the chaos, Ryn didn't like that–but she managed to twist her shoulders round to look at them. “Give him the benefit of the doubt, Ryn! Trust him! Everyone is capable of change!”She's trying to teach me something even now?“Shut up, princess!” cried Sagar. “What are you saying?! You're going to get us all killed, even sooner than is likely! Don't listen to her, pup!”What do I do?Another snapping noise; teeth closing together so loud Ryn shuddered.“Argghh!” cried Elrann. “Poodoo! It nearly got me that time! Can't this bird go any faster, pops?!”“I don't think so; it's going as fast as it can! Just keep holding on!”“Alright,” Ryn said to himself, making his decision. He had trusted Vish this far. They needed a way out of this situation. “How do you suggest I untie you,” he said to Vish, “while we're running for our life?”“You're all mad!” yelled Sagar in front of them. He must have heard. “We're going to die thanks to you!”“Take out my sword,” said Vish over the noise of the chocobos' gallop and the thundering footfall of the beast behind them. “Which I notice you stole from me, by the way. Slide it out of its sheath and hold it point-up behind your back while you steer.”“Mad! You're all mad!” yelled Sagar.Snap!“Aaah!” cried Elrann. “It nearly got us that time!”It was tricky while bouncing up and down on the chocobo, but Ryn took his right hand off the reins, kept his eyes forward so he could still see where he was going, and reached down for the hilt of the sword that hung at his side. “Woah!”The chocobo jumped to clear a fallen tree and Ryn wobbled on its back and nearly fell off. But he righted himself and regained his balance, still clasping the hilt with one hand and the reins with the other.He slid the black sword from its sheath with a scrape of steel then, taking care not to drop it or accidentally stab himself, he turned it downwards, then twisted his arm behind his back so that he held it there blade-up. He felt Vish lean back on the chocobo to allow the blade to come between them, and lent forward a little himself to compensate.“What are you doing, pup?!” yelled Sagar. “What's happening back there? Are you still alive?!”Ryn didn't reply. He just concentrated on staying on the chocobo and steering it through the trees while he held the sword up.He felt a shuffling behind him, accompanied by a quick repetitive noise like someone breathing in and out rapidly. The snapping of rope.The sword was snatched from his hand.Despite himself, Ryn closed his eyes just for a moment, wincing. If he had misjudged the bounty hunter, surely he was about to die.He felt the bounty hunter reach forwards from behind him to grab something.“I will be taking this back now,” said Vish as he took the sheath for his sword and wrenched it from Ryn's belt. Ryn nearly came off the chocobo, but he had two hands back on the reins now. He held on for dear life. The chocobo slowed a little, thinking he was trying to halt it, but Ryn lashed the reins and kicked its sides and it sprang forwards at full tilt again.“Yah!”“Caw!”This was the moment of truth. The bounty hunter had his sword and sheath back now--if he was going to kill Ryn surely he must do it now. But Ryn could barely spare another moment to grimace in anticipation--the trees were too close together here; he needed to concentrate on steering the chocobo.He felt the bounty hunter shifting where he sat behind him.The chocobo wobbled as Vish moved violently all of a sudden.“Arrrrgggghhhhh!”This time the cry had been male. It must have come from another Imperial soldier.“No, get the dog, bountyhunter, get the dog!” shouted Elrann.“This will be easier if I eliminate the men first,” called Vish. His voice was calm, clinical, even amidst the chaos of the chase.“What is going on back there?!” shouted Sagar.“I don't know!” said Ryn. “I can't see right now! I've got to look forwards to steer!”“He just threw something at one of the soldiers pursuing us!” Elrann called. “Something sharp! It hit him in his visor!”“Quiet,” said Vish. “I am concentrating.”Another violent jolt on the chocobo behind Ryn, at exactly the same moment that he had to steer it to one side to avoid crashing into a tree. This time there was a thwack like the sound of an arrow hitting a trunk.“Damn it; missed,” said Vish. “Can't you steer straight, boy?”“I'm doing my best!” said Ryn. “The trees are dense here!”A heartbeat.Another jolt; another scream.“You got another one!” Elrann called out to Vish.“Yes, I can see that, girl,” said Vish. “That's the nearest soldiers taken care of. They were guiding it. Now to take out the beast.”Another jolt. This time Ryn heard a vicious clang.The beast roared, and there was rage in its roar.“Godsdamnit,” said Vish, “missed again. Hit its armour. I'm out of ammunition. I only brought three stars with me on my hunt--I didn't think I'd need any more. Do you have anything else for me to throw at it, boy?”“What?!” exclaimed Ryn. What sort of question was that? “No! All I have are the clothes on my back! I don't even have your sword any more!”The bounty hunter sighed behind Ryn, audibly even over the noise of the chase. “Fine. I'd hoped it wouldn't have to come to this.”The chocobo lurched as Vish moved.“What are you doing?” Ryn called back.Another jolt, the most violent yet.“Holy poodoo!” yelled Elrann.“Raaaaaawwwwwwrrrrrrr!” called the beast, and then its roar cracked and became a whine, a horrible high-pitched squeal that didn't sound like any dog that Ryn had ever heard.“What happened?” Ryn yelled.“He threw his sword at it!” said Elrann. “He hit it right between the eyes and it stuck in!”“Yes, but it is still chasing us,” said Vish. “Persistent abomination.”Unbelieving, Ryn risked another look back round over his shoulder. But then his neck spasmed with pain and he had to twist it back round again.Just before he did, he got a glimpse of the scene behind: The beast was still pursuing them, but now the black hilt of Vish's sword protruded from between its huge black dog-like eyes in the middle of its pug face.“The poison will slow it down eventually, but that will take too long,” said Vish. “I'll have to finish it off up close.”Ryn's chocobo wobbled as Vish shifted his weight again. “What are you doing now?” said Ryn.“Taking care of things,” said VishIt put a band of pain round his neck, but Ryn forced himself to look round again.Vish was standing up on the back of the chocobo as it galloped along, arms held out to either side for balance. He bent his legs.“No!” yelled Ryn.Vish jumped, and the chocobo shook from the force of his departure and cawed.The bounty hunter soared through the air, somersaulted multiple times, and landed feet-first on top of the dog, which was still pursuing them. Then Ryn had to twist his neck round again to see where he was steering.“What's going on, Ryn?” Nuthea called to him from in front.“He just jumped onto that dog thing!” Elrann answered for him.One more excruciating risked look round, and Ryn saw Vish climbing forwards on the beast's back, reaching over to pull out his sword, then raising it high again.Ryn flinched.The beast howled.When Ryn opened his eyes, the beast was losing its footing, stumbling forwards, purple blood spraying in a shower from its face. It went over onto its side, and skidded along the ground for a moment before colliding with a tree, making a tremendous crunch.Vish, meanwhile, was in the air, descending rapidly back towards Ryn's chocobo.“Look where you're going, boy!” the bounty called out urgently as he descended.He landed on the chocobo and its whole body shook.Ryn turned his head back round just in time to see----a tree.Whack!He went head over heels over the front of the chocobo and smacked into something before falling to the ground in a jumble of limbs.His head rang and new pain blossomed in his back, but he knew he had to get up.The chocobo was lying on the ground, panting, at the foot of the tree it had just crashed into.Stupid bird. What sort of animal needs to be steered out of the way of trees, anyway? Though really it's my fault for not looking where I was going…“Ready yourself, boy,” said Vish behind him.Ryn looked round. The dog-beast-thing was still down, about twenty paces away, whining quietly in a purple-bloody heap, but six remaining black-armoured soldiers were slowly advancing towards them across the forest floor, each on the back of their own yellow-feathered chocobo.“I don't have anything to ready myself with…” said Ryn. Now that he had returned Vish's sword to the bounty hunter he was weaponless. He tried to summon some fire to his palm, but none would come. It was no use. He was just too exhausted.“Then stay close to me…” said Vish quietly. “Where are your friends?”“They'll come back for us once they realise we're not with them any more,” said Ryn, hoping it was true. Mother. Father. Hometown. Nuthea?The soldiers were close now, about ten paces away. Four against one, thought Ryn. Can Vish take them? Surely. After all, he had just single-handedly taken down an enormous dog-monster. On the other hand, there had only been four of Ryn and his friends, and Vish hadn't won against them.“Shadowfinger!” called one of the helmeted soldiers from his mount. Ryn recognised the voice. It was the thin one from before. Wedge. “What are you doing running with these rebels? You know the price for desertion and treason against the Emperor!”“They captured me while I was hunting them,” said Vish. “Now that you're here, I can help you bring them in.”What?Vish stepped to the side of Ryn and slipped an arm around Ryn's neck. With his hand he raised his black blade so that it was level with Ryn's throat, ready to be drawn across it.“What are you doing?!” Ryn yelled, despite the swordpoint glinting somewhere under his chin.“Be quiet, or I'll slit your throat here and now!” Vish barked. Then he dropped his voice and spoke so that only Ryn could hear. “Just play along, boy. Either my head's gone soft, or I've taken a liking to you and your traveling party. I reckon I can get more poppy more quickly traveling with your old man than if I stick with the Empire. So play along.” He raised his voice and spoke to the soldiers again. “Have you got anything to tie him up with?”“Of course,” said a soldier with a deeper voice, whom Ryn remembered as ‘Biggs', as he drew up on his chocobo. “What of the others from his party?”“You should send your men to keep chasing them. They are tired and depleted; they have no energy left for casting their magics. Also, they are inept at riding.” Does he mean that? “You will catch them too before long.”“Good,” said the soldier Biggs. He motioned with his hand to two of the other mounted soldiers. “Vance, Gill, continue your pursuit. Remember: dead or alive are both fine. Go now.”“Yes sir!” Two of the soldiers rode off on their chocobos.That was clever. He got rid of two of them. Assuming he's not actually betraying us...“Have you got anything to tie this one up?” Vish asked Biggs.“No,” said Biggs. He dismounted, and the other two remaining soldiers followed suit.“A good beating should subdue him well enough,” said Wedge. “You hold him still while we have some fun. This is the one who tricked his way into the Healing House earlier today.”“Alright then.” Vish shifted his posture so that he had both arms around Ryn and gripped tight. Then he whispered in Ryn's ear: “I hope you know how to handle a sword, boy. I will lend you mine. I have other methods of fighting.”“Hold him nice and still, Shadowfinger,” said Wedge as he approached them. He had thrown his gauntlets on the ground and was clicking his knuckles.“As you wish,” said Vish. Wedge stood before Ryn, pulling back his fist to prepare a punch.Is he going to something or not?“Now!” Vish yelled.He shoved Ryn forwards into Wedge.Ryn crashed into the soldier and the two of them went down in a tangle. Ryn managed to roll off the soldier, readying himself for Wedge to recover and draw his weapon, but before the soldier could do so Vish was on him, thrusting his blade into the soft gap between Wedge's helmet and the black carapace of his breastplate.Wedge's scream made Ryn's guts tremble.“Here, you take this.”The Shadowfinger slid his blade out of Wedge's neck and turned it round to hand it by the hilt to Ryn, who took it and stared. The black blade now wept deep red.“Snap out of it, boy,” said Vish. “It's time for you to fight.”“Traitor!” The other soldiers were shouting. “B*****d! Dissenter!”The Shadowfinger turned and then ducked out of the way of the blade of one of the soldiers. He took his legs out from underneath him with a vicious sweeping kick, quick as lightning, then picked up his blade when the soldier dropped it, and stabbed him too.“Stupid rebel brat!” shouted another soldier as he rushed towards Ryn, while the others all went for Vish. The deeper voice. Biggs. “You got my comrade killed!”Ryn brought his sword up to defend himself on reflex and the soldier's blade clashed against it with a clang.Both of their eyes widened with surprise. Ryn was as shocked as the soldier was that he had successfully defended himself. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip, putting one foot out behind him to steady himself. The two of them stood like that for a moment, their swords grating against each other, locked in a contest of strength. Ryn gazed into the soldier's visor while he pushed as hard as he could to stop Bigg's blade coming down towards him, but all he could see in there was blackness. All at once he felt a weight of loneliness, or worthlessness, of sadness, as if he was the only person in the entirety of the world and had been tried by the gods and found wanting. Why should he feel this now? Mother. Father. Hometown. This is madness. I don't know how to fight. I'm going to die.He gave a fraction of ground to the soldier, and the two locked blades began to move towards him. Ryn leapt backwards with both feet, landing a couple of paces away, and as he did so the tip of the soldier's blade caught the very edge of his jerkin, shearing off the end of one of the thongs that tied it up. Ryn looked down, opened his mouth, blinked and then dived to his left on instinct, hitting the ground and rolling to avoid another whistling arc from the soldier's sword.Blood rushed in his ears. He staggered up, wrapped both his hands around his sword hilt, let out a shout and charged at the soldier. He rained down everything he had left on the soldier, more shouts and gasps escaping from his mouth with each blow. But it wasn't enough. The soldier blocked them with ease, no strain or urgency in his movements at all. When the last of Ryn's strength was spent, the soldier batted away his final blow with a lazy turn of his arm, drew his blade back, and…...stabbed Ryn through the chest.The shock of a sword blade sliding through his flesh.Ryn blacked out. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

I opened my eyes and looked around me. I had no idea where on earth I was, but I knew that wherever I was it was a dangerous place to be.“Help! Help! Let me out of here!”Suddenly I stopped screaming, I thought I had heard a noise, yes, there it was again.“Is there someone there? Can you hear me?”A door burst open and five girls came into the room. I recognised them immediately, they were the popular girls from school. My heart sank as one by one they all began to smile evilly at me.“Aaargh!”This story is pretty shocking, but what you will find out at the end will blow your mind.I suppose I'd better start at the beginning, so you will understand the full story.I was in class one Monday morning and I was feeling really nervous. You see, today was different to most Mondays, because this morning my sister had helped me to get ready for school. She had done my hair up nice and chosen some pretty clothes for me to wear, a kind of mini makeover. The reason she had helped me was because it was my birthday. It was her present to me.“The boys will be all over you when they see you looking this good.” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

"Aaargh! ..." A group of scientists band together to save the world from mutated killer tomatoes.

Answers to the questions I get most often at meetup Q&As https://astralcodexten.substack.com/p/from-the-mailbag DEAR SCOTT: When are you going to publish Unsong? — Erik from Uruk Dear Erik, Aaargh. I have an offer from a publisher to publish it if I run it by their editor who will ask me to edit lots of things, and I've been so stressed about this that I've spent a year putting it off. I could self-publish, but that also sounds like work and what if this is the only book I ever write and I lose the opportunity to say I have a real published book because I was too lazy? The only answer I can give you is that you're not missing anything and this is nobody's fault but my own. Maybe at some point I will make up my mind and something will happen here, sorry. DEAR SCOTT: How is your Lorien Psychiatry business going? — Letitia from Lutetia Dear Letitia, As far as I can tell, patients are getting the treatments they need and are generally happy with the service. In terms of financials, it's going okay, but I'm not scaling it enough to be sure. I originally calculated that if I charged patients $35/month and worked forty hours a week, I could make a normal psychiatrist's salary of about $200K. I must have underestimated something, because I was only making about two-thirds what I expected, so I increased the price to $50/month. But also, it turns out I don't want to work forty hours a week on psychiatry! Psychiatry pays much less per hour than blogging and is much more stressful! So in the end, I found that I was only doing psychiatry work ten hours a week, and spending the rest of the time doing blogging or blogging-related activities. Seeing patients about ten hours a week, three patients per hour, at $50/patient/month, multiplies out to $75,000/year. I'm actually making more like $40,000/year. Why? Partly because the 10 hours of work includes some unpaid documentation, arguing with insurance companies, and answering patient emails. Partly because patients keep missing appointments and I don't have the heart to charge them no-show fees. And partly because some people pay less than $50/month, either because I gave them a discount for financial need, or because they signed up at the original $35/month rate and I grandfathered them in. At my current workload, if I worked 40 hours a week at Lorien I could make $160,000. But if I worked 40 hours/week and was stricter about making patients pay me, I could probably get that up to $200,000. But also, if I quadrupled my patient load, that would mean a lot more documention, arguing with insurance companies, emergencies, and stress. So I can't say for sure that I could actually handle that. Plus forcing patients to pay me is some extra work and could make some patients leave or make the model harder somehow. So I can't say for sure that I could do that either.

I was sitting on the bench in the park enjoying the cool night breeze with my date for the evening. “Come here, it's getting a bit chilly.”He put his arm around me and I leant my head against his shoulder.He looked into my eyes and my heart started beating faster. I knew he was about to kiss me. But as he leant towards me the alarm on my phone suddenly started beeping. It was midnight!“I'm sorry, I don't want to go out with you anymore! We're over!”If you think that is weird, just wait til you see what happens later in this story.It was the last day of the summer holidays and my friends and I were determined to make the most of it. We had arranged to spend the day at the lake in our town. It was our favourite place to hang out in the summer.I was watching my friends splashing about in the water, it looked so cool and inviting I decided to go for a swim.I dove into the water, it was icy cold and almost took my breath away. I started swimming towards my friends when suddenly I felt a cramping in my leg. “Aaargh!” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I picked up the chair next to my bed and threw it through the window, glass shattering everywhere. Carefully I climbed through the window, making sure to avoid the broken glass, and jumped down to the garden. As soon as I landed I jumped straight to my feet and started running down the street as fast as I could. Suddenly a car came skidding to a halt right in front of me, it missed hitting me by only a matter of inches. The car door opened and out climbed my Mom.“Aaargh!!!”When I was little it was just me and my Dad, I didn't really have any memories of my Mom. I do have a clear memory though of the day my Dad told me my Mom had died. Even though I was really young at the time, I still remember how sad I felt when Dad told me that Mom had been in a car crash and died. I was so sad that my Mom was gone, but I knew that me and my Dad would be fine. It took me a little while but eventually I thought about her less and less. I had lots of fun with my Dad, I think he probably spoiled me a bit, making up for the fact that I had lost my Mom. I have lots of memories of him taking me on day trips and him buying me toys and pretty much anything I wanted. For years it was just the two of us, we didn't need anyone else, why would we? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Aliens were attacking me from all sides, there were hundreds of them. I dodged their bullets as best that I could, but there were too many of them. Bombs started raining down on top of me, I moved left and right, but eventually there were too many and one hit me, blowing me into a thousand pieces.“Aaargh!!”I threw the video game controller at the wall in anger.“It's so frustrating, I was nearly at the final section of the game!”I looked at the wall and my heart dropped when I saw the damage I had done.“Oh no, my parents are going to kill me!”There was a hole in the wall where the controller had hit it. I went over to the wall to survey the damage. I was standing there, wondering how I was going to explain it to my parents when I suddenly saw something that made my blood run cold.Through the hole I could see an eyeball staring back at me!“Aaargh!”I let out a loud scream, and jumped back away from the wall. Ten seconds later my parents were in my room.“What is it Tara?”I pointed at the hole in the wall, “Over there, look!” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nour Fyller Globen! ..eller nja nästan... men hon är aktiv på föräldrar-chatten i alla fall. En riktig trevlig chatt för övrigt. Men oron växer - Det finns ju alltid en idiot i sådana sammanhang och finns det inte en så är det DU! AAARGH! Henrik tycker att man inte alltid behöver vara så sann och Nour har blivit tant på restaurant. Dessutom slår vi fast : alla kan INTE sjunga. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

164 APACALYPTO RERUN!Aaargh! Gremlins have beset the SAR offices, and we are unable to present the episode we had prepared. Instead, we're replaying Vanessa's first episode with the boys! Tune-in to days gone past and marvel at how much has changed since then!Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/strangeaeonsr)

In this episode, Julia Golding is joined by Katherine MacFarlane, expert on Regency fashions thanks to her participation in the re-enactment world of the 33rd Foot. (There is also a version of this on YouTube if you want to see the visuals referred to during the discussion.) Where would Jane get her fashion news from and how were clothes bought and designed? Was there such a thing as fast fashion or 'the little black dress'? It is a wide ranging discussion in which they only have time to scratch the surface so here are some links from Kate to help with further exploration:Kate's Regiment:His Majesty's 33rd Foot, First Yorkshire West RidingHis Majesty's 33rd Regiment of Foot (33rdfoot.co.uk)For Regency Fashion of your own Badger Historic Costumes : Replica costumes - Museum Educhttps://www.historic-costumes.co.uklady who made Kate's capCrafty Baggage – Hand Made With Lovehttps://craftybaggage.co.uklady who made Kate's mustard dress from fabric she provided.HatsPeriod.co.uk | Quality Historical Headwearwww.hatsperiod.co.ukfor male and female headwear and for those in America:The name “Shocking Bad Hats” comes from a quote from the First Duke of Wellington, the hero of Waterloo and Prime Minister of Great Britain, 1828-1830. Upon leaving a session of Parliament, a journalist asked His Grace to give his impressions of the proceedings. His sole reply was, “I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life!”About - Shocking Bad Hats shocking-bad-hats7.mybigcommerce.com/about/ Books: ‘Jane Austen in Fashion' -Penelope Byrde‘The Costume of Yorkshire' - George Walker‘The Pocket- a hidden history of women's lives, 1660-1900'- Barbara Burman and Ariane Fennetaux(I did not mention Pockets!! Or Gloves! OR Clocked Stockings!! Aaargh! Maybe next time.) And for your Christmas coffee table:‘Napoleon and the Empire of Fashion -1795 -1815' by Martin Lancaster and Cristina Barreto(This is expensive at £40.00 but SO worth it and beautiful- they have used their own collection of real Regency fashion to recreate fashion plates.)

10/3/2021 Sunday Sermon by Daniel Gilham

Aaargh you read for a new podcast episode? This one finds Rod, Ben, Zach, and Jacob walking the plank and deep diving into one of the biggest franchises in cinema; Pirates of the Caribbean! We get into the nostalgia of the films for us, our favorite characters, and of course a combined ranking of all five films! Like a cannon, this episode was a blast and we hope you enjoy! Savvy? --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/infinity-bros/support

    Our song today is called "AAARGH!", from my live concert album "Family Roles".  It's for all the 'family heroes' out here in the world, often the 'first borns', who have learned to seek approval from our parents.  We grow up feeling that we need to be perfect, but striving for perfection can become an obsession, and then everything we do becomes a test of our worth.  We have to study hard and plan well, or we don't measure up, and when that happens, we feel like we've failed.  Many of us even take up jobs as human services professionals because it's easier to care for others than to care for ourselves!  This song actually has a 'scream-along' chorus so you can join in and release some of your built-up stress from having to be so perfect all the time!  Please subscribe and let your friends know about this podcast to help get more of this kind of helpful information into more people's ears.  See you next week with another song to chew!  ~ Subscribe to Songs To Chew podcast = https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/peter-alsops-songs-to-chew/id1446179156  ~ CAMPING WITH DADS = https://www.amazon.com/Camping-Dads-Peter-Alsop/dp/B08CS871QW/ref=sr_1_1  ~ www.FaceBook.com/WeLikePeterAlsop  ~ Youtube.com/peteralsop = videos ~ Patreon.com/peteralsop = support my music & other artistic endeavors ~ www.peteralsop.com/music = CDs & downloads

Aaargh! The pain! Some of the lessons from the Universe I've experienced!Plus listener questions & comments x

Will the smoke and mirrors ever stop??? There appears to be more and more an effort to keep up the charade of masks and distance while deaths from vaccines are kept from Americans. More inside. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/robsright/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/robsright/support

There is a danger zone between our aspirations and the moment when our writing practice begins to click. You can navigate it safely if you Mind the GAP. Also: My ShortLIST for figuring out which courses and events to sign up for in the always-crowded summer of Writing Conferences and Festivals. It's an acronym-heavy episode this week, but it's all here to help you become the writer you know you're meant to be. MIND THE GAP Phase 1 - Getting Started (exciting) Phase 2 - Aaargh! (uncomfortable, danger zone) Phase 3 - Persistent progress (easy) Short LIST L - Learning I - Implementation S - Support T - Trust LINKS Shiny Object Syndrome Worksheet Deciding if you should invest in an event/course/book https://storyaday.org/shiny-objects/ Writing prompt https://storyaday.org/wow-sight

Je komt beneden nadat je de kinderen in bed hebt gelegd, de woonkamer is een puinhoop en meneer zit te gamen. Hij moest even tot zichzelf komen. Aaargh! Wat moet je daar nou mee? In deze podcast episode bespreek ik hoe je het patroon kunt doorbreken. Ik bespreek wat je NIET en ook wat je WEL kunt doen om te voorkomen dat de ergernis zo groot wordt dat je straks (of misschien nu al) niks meer leuk aan hem of haar vindt. Ga op onderzoek uit, zet je nieuwsgierigheid aan. Ik ben heel benieuwd wat er gaat gebeuren bij jou thuis! Succes en laat me weten wat dit met je doet!   Wil je meer weten? Beluister dan de communicatietraining Laten We Praten!

Ik weet niet hoe het met jou is, maar deze week is de lockdown goed voelbaar. Vakantie voorbij, maar kids nog steeds thuis en weer een compleet andere dagindeling. AAARGH! Give Yourself Some Slack. Juist nu is het superbelangrijk om afgestemd te plannen. Zo kun je in minder tijd meer voor elkaar krijgen. Behaal je in minder tijd hogere omzet. Wat het is dat jij wil bereiken! Luister deze aflevering, gebruik de affirmatie en ga afgestemd plannen! Zeker weten dat het jou lukt om zelfs in lockdown je beste maand ooit te draaien!

Stel, Rhodri Giggs, Steve McCarthy and Steve Eyre delve into the weekend's results and the controversy surrounding handball and VAR incidents.

Michael and Shane continue their breakdown of the greatest action movie era, this time tackling 2002 through 2007. We've got Tom Cruise, Matt Damon, Nolan's Batman, the New Bond, and as always more Nic Cage. If you like us, let us know. We don't care if you subscribe or if you even listen. But for the few of you that listen, let us know what you like about the show. Dad Podz is on Facebook and Twitter. Follow us if you want.

Sicket gammalt kök, vi river ut det och sätter in ett nytt. Aaargh, neeej! I landet där köksrenoveringar har blivit en nationalsport är det idag svårt att hitta äldre välbevarade kök. I veckans program besöker Ulla Skoog och bebyggelseantikvarien Stephan Fickler ett kök på Södermalm i Stockholm där tiden stått still och som därför användes vid inspelningarna av Fröken Friman på SVT. Därefter beger de sig till Storängen i Nacka där de träffar husägaren Peter Alpkvist och finsnickaren André Granfeldt som berättar om hur de varsamt renoverar köket i den gamla villan. Producent är Urban Björstadius och programmen görs av Produktionsbolaget Prata.

AAARGH! Show notes won't allow images. Oh, well. HERE is the link to the group promotion I told you about: Kindle Horror & Suspense (Novels, Short Stories, Collections).This week's episode of THE RABBIT, THE JAGUAR, & THE SNAKE: Meet Kathrine Wheeler, detective, cancer survivor, and raging alcoholic. Unfortunately, she just received news that her cancer came back, so she figures she might as well relapse in more ways than one, and hit the bar under her apartment. After getting thrown out for fighting, she has a little run-in with a tecuani, a nasty piece of work with inches long talons and a stinger for a tongue. In her own words: she's having a shit day.Click HERE To PRE-ORDER BLOOD & GOLD (the sequel to THE RABBIT, THE JAGUAR, & THE SNAKE.Interested in supporting the Lilith movie project? Pick up your OFFICIAL Lilith merch HERE.Support Mad Tales on Patreon!Thanks for tuning in! You guys rock!JNwww.jamesnoll.netSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/madtales)

Woensdag 22 april 2020 Aaargh is klaar met zijn coronacartoonboek en Brandon heeft nog steeds les. Zet die twee bij elkaar en je krijgt een geanimeerd gesprek van een uur omdat ze daarna moeten eten en de afwas gaan doen. Blijf leven!

Zaterdag 21 maart 2020 Elke dag een podcast. Het is zwaarder dan ik dacht en ik spreek af en toe nog het woord lockdown verkeerd uit, maar hei het kan niet altijd pasen zijn, hé. Geen idee of dat laatste een spreekwoord is of niet. In elk geval, ik belde vandaag met Mario De Koninck, ook bekend onder de naam Aaargh! Tristan geeft terug een tip. En we eindigen met Johnny Trash zijn nieuwe hit Dagmagni Van Corona. Youtubebeelden van het Skypegesprek: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEhMgJjOsPA&t=1s Blijf leven!

On this episode of The Village Idiots Podcast: The group picks up their new merch. Saph learns what her pretty gem can do. We take the trip into the archives, where we get to meet their sought after Lore Keeper.

Wut ist eine ganz normale Emotion. Nur: Nicht alle können gleichermaßen wütend sein in dieser Gesellschaft. Frauen, People of Color und Schwarze Menschen werden oft als irrational, hysterisch oder aggressiv gelesen, sobald sie ihre Wut äußern. Aber müssen wir immer verständnisvoll und versöhnlich sein? In dieser Folge zu hören: Lin Hierse, Jasmin Kalarickal, Erica Zingher.

Aaargh! It's International Talk Like a Pirate Day and Chris is ready to have some fun while talking sports. The Astros are the first team to 100 wins this season and look to keep rolling. The Cowboys released Taco Charlton, who now signed with the Dolphins. Oh yeah, and the Cowboys play the Dolphins this weekend. Cities losing franchises, another Week 1 QB loses their job, and of course, pirate talk. It's The Chris Duel Show! 9/19/19

        Hi!  I’m Peter Alsop, and on this week’s SONGS TO CHEW podcast, we’ve got the last Chapter of my “Stayin’ Over” album.  Don’t miss “Aaargh!”, the song sung by a perfect little kid who hopes to be a therapist someday, where the chorus is all screaming!  Or “Where Will I Go When I’m Dead And Gone?”, which has more that 200,000 views on YouTube!  Just click this link: ~ peteralsop.podbean.com, then click “follow” and each week you will get a new batch of songs for kids and sometimes songs just for grow-ups!  It’s all free.  See ya there!!

Ever laboured over setting up your Facebook ads, been ecstatic with joy when they get approved and are finally up and running......and then realise there's a typo in your ad? Or the ads are linked to the wrong landing page? Or your targeting or budget needs changing? Aaargh! What do you do? Is it OK to just make changes to the ads.......or will it screw up what you've already set up? And if your ad is going gangbusters and you want to put more into your budget.....how do you do that without ruining your results? That's exactly what we're looking at this week. In this week's episode you'll discover: What happens to your ad behind the scenes when you make changes while it runs Which changes can you safely make.....and which are a bad idea! How to safely scale the budget on your ads....to get bigger and better results Simple hack for editing your ads that won't screw your results For full show notes and links, visit http://lizmelville.com/015   

Aaargh! Why does everyone want everything done BEFORE Christmas? What is this crazy phenomenon? Waz and Nic try and figure it out for the good of humanity!

As things get WORSE and WORSE and BLOODY WORSE we welcome much-loved Brexit-baiting comedian and actor MARCUS BRIGSTOCKE to stare into the vortex one more time.Should we say NO WAY, NORWAY? Will a televised May vs Corbyn ding-dong be the new Frost/Nixon or a pointless yammer between a Remainer who pretends she’s a Leaver and a Leaver who pretend he’s a Remainer?How would Marcus’s nice-but-dim Tory boy creation Giles Wemmbley-Hogg deal with the jolly sticky mess his old chums have inadvertently created? Oh and the economy is doomed. But you knew that.This week’s REMAINIACS is presented by Ros Taylor with Nina Schick and Ian Dunt. Audio production: Alex Rees. Producer: Andrew Harrison.Remainiacs is a Podmasters production.Get every new episode of Remainiacs a whole day early when you back us on the Patreon crowdfunding platform – plus smart Remainiacs merchandise, an exclusive weekly column by our panel, and discounts on #RemainiacsLive tickets too. #OwnTheRemoanREMAINIACS.comTheme music ‘Demon Is A Monster’ used by kind permission of Cornershop See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Red Universe Tome 1 Chapitre 27 Épisode 10 : "Piège (4)" La navette glissa silencieusement hors du hangar d'appontage et s'éloigna du croiseur mental en direction de TB01. À son bord, le ministre Ralato patientait, sanglé dans un treillis aux couleurs de la planète gazeuse, ainsi qu'un groupe d'assaut d'une vingtaine de soldats mentaux, tous lourdement équipés. Pour sa seconde visite au chef des Triades, fort probablement une chimère toute neuve de Stuffy, Ralato jugeait que le stade de la politesse diplomatique était passé, place à la force.Lui-même ne portait qu'un simple revolver accroché à sa ceinture et un gilet pare-balle. Il ne se sentait plus l'obligation d'être bien armé pour partir au combat, un peu comme Fabio en son temps. Quelque chose lui disait que désormais plus rien ne serait jamais pareil, qu'il entrait dans une nouvelle ère. Toutes les impressionnantes facultés révélées dans le piège souriant n'étaient qu'un début, il pourrait aller bien plus loin que cela, bien plus loin que... Fabio. Car il était intimement persuadé que l'étrange Monsieur Loyal, et les petits objets translucides, qu'il voyait présentement flotter autour de lui, voudraient à tout prix éviter de reproduire la disparition de son frère et donc offrir à Ralato un pouvoir réellement infini. Ce n'était qu'une intuition, mais...Sur son reflet chromé à la surface du fauteuil devant lui, il laissa quelques secondes un doigt glisser le long de la cicatrice qui marquait son cou de part en part. Il ne restait déjà plus qu'un mince filet rosâtre et le ministre devinait que d'ici peu elle serait totalement effacée. Existait-il dans l'Histoire des êtres revenus d'entre les morts ?« Toi... tu l'avais vécu lors de notre capture par les Forces mentales… » pensa-t-il, l'image de Fabio enfant surgissant de ses souvenirs.Sans préavis, le décor changea, le projetant à sa grande surprise dans les montagnes des Appalaches, le jour où... Deux jeunes garçons jouaient dans la campagne. Devant eux, une chaine de belles montagnes où il faisait bon paitre pour les troupeaux avant l'hiver. À l'arrière, une vallée paisible où l'on devinait des petites fermes blanches, réparties tels des boutons de fleurs sur un pré en cette fin d'été. Ralato et Fabio, les deux rejetons de la famille Ouli, s'amusaient à cache-cache entre les gros rochers à flanc de parois et c'était au tour de Ralato de chercher. Leur jeu était un peu différent de celui des enfants ordinaires où on devait trouver son ou ses adversaires. Ici, la pente était assez dénudée et il y avait peu d'endroits susceptibles de dissimuler des garçons de sept ans. Assis en tailleur, Ralato devait se concentrer pour ressentir la présence de son frère, tandis que lui devait justement se masquer derrière un silence d'esprit parfait.Au seuil de l'adolescence, les Mentaux développaient leurs facultés progressivement, des comportements particuliers qui, si elles étaient bien canalisées, feraient d'eux une élite de la société. Le pouvoir royal avait rapidement mis en place des services spécialisés, rattachés au ministère de la Défense, chargés de les découvrir et de les former à l'exercice de ce pouvoir peu commun. D'où certaines visites d'hommes en tenue médicale, parcourant les lieux scolaires et passant quelques heures avec les enfants qu'ils scrutaient de leurs yeux étranges. Comme la semaine dernière, à l'école…Fabio sentait des gouttes de sueur glisser le long de sa joue. Il serrait fort ses petits poings et ses paupières : toute sa concentration se focalisait en un point blanc sur un fond noir. Grâce aux jeux avec son frère, il avait développé cette technique qui réussissait souvent à condition de conserver le point blanc bien en face de lui. Aucun bruit ne lui parvenait : tout allait bien, il restait invisible à l'esprit de son adversaire. Un vrombissement l'alerta, lointain, mais qui semblait se rapprocher ? Fabio inspira puis expira : un maudit avion passait trop bas et cela risquait de perturber ses efforts, mais le son augmentait et augmentait encore, on devinait des rotors. Le souffle de l'air changea de direction et ce fut un vrai vent qui tourbillonna maintenant autour de lui. Définitivement, sa concentration était compromise et le point lumineux venait de se brouiller avant de disparaitre. Il était inutile de se cacher, son frère pouvait le trouver sans aucune difficulté. Mais il ne se passait rien. Fabio jeta un œil et la scène qu'il découvrit derrière le rocher le laissa sans voix. Un énorme orthoptère était posé à quelques pas de son Ralato et plusieurs hommes en blanc l'entouraient, ainsi que des soldats armés... Ralato écoutait les messieurs lui expliquer dans son esprit que ses parents étaient au courant, qu'il ne risquait rien, que le roi allait s'occuper de lui spécialement. Ils ajoutaient qu'il était un enfant à part avec de réelles qualités, mais le petit garçon pensait à son Fabio : il ne pouvait pas le laisser seul dans la montagne.Quel frère ? Les hommes en blanc se regardèrent, interloqués. Ils se tournèrent vers les alentours, ouvrant grands leurs yeux comme l'avaient fait ceux qui étaient venus jouer, à l'école. Puis, l'un des nouveaux venus le prit par-dessous les bras et l'emmena dans l'engin volant :Il n'y a personne ici, mon garçon, tu es certain qu'il n'est pas rentré ?Mais oui, répondit Ralato. Il se cache, c'est tout, et il est très fort ! Il est là : devant le rocher du milieu.Tous se figèrent devant l'apparition de ce frêle garçon tremblant qui venait de surgir comme par enchantement. Les soldats, aussitôt, se crispèrent : ils avaient compris qu'un imprévu se produisait. D'un regard, le sergent fit signe aux autres de se tenir prêts. Les hommes blancs hésitaient, débattant mentalement sur la conduite à adopter. Après un hochement de tête, l'un d'entre eux avança doucement vers Fabio, tandis qu'un second s'agenouilla aux côtés de Ralato :Il se cachait comment, ton frère ? demanda-t-il.C'est notre jeu : je ne dois pas ressentir sa présence et il est fort à ce jeu-là !C'est vraiment ton frère ? Réponds-moi honnêtement, c'est important s'il te plait.Oui. Il s'appelle Fabio et on est né le même jour ! Maman dit souvent que c'est un don de Dieu, même si Papa, il n'aime pas trop çà…Le premier Mental consulta une fiche, se figea puis communiqua l'information à ses collègues :Il dit vrai : Fabio Ouli, date de naissance identique. En fait, c'est l'ainé des deux de six minutes.Soudain, leur attention fut attirée par l'homme en blanc auprès de Fabio : il tombait à terre, les mains crispées sur la tête. Un cri mental s'éleva au même moment dans l'esprit de tous :« RALATO, ILS VEULENT NOUS EMMENER LOIN DE CHEZ NOUS ET FAIRE DE NOUS DES SOLDATS ! VIENS VITE, IL FAUT FUIR  ! »Les autres en furent pétrifiés, assimilant difficilement tant d'informations : deux frères, Mentaux ? Impossible. De toute l'histoire des Mentaux de MaterOne cela n'avait jamais été. Et que dire d'un enfant capable de leurrer leurs pouvoirs, de foudroyer l'un des leurs et de projeter une onde mentale de cette puissance ?Tout cela était im-pen-sa-ble !Les soldats avaient également reçu le choc psychique, mais ils étaient entrainés pour ce genre d'évènements et conservaient leur sang-froid. Un genou à terre, leur chef leva son arme, suivi par ses subordonnés.En joue ! hurla le sergent en visant Fabio.Ne tirez pas ! Il nous le faut vivant ! lui ordonna un des infirmiers.L'homme au pied de Fabio était inconscient, le jeune garçon focalisa alors le point blanc sur le militaire le plus proche qui le menaçait : immédiatement, celui-ci roula des yeux et cria, rejetant la tête en arrière. Les autres allaient lui faire du mal, Fabio l'entendait très clairement dans leurs esprits.Bon Dieu, on fait qu... AAARGH ! hurla le sergent avant de s'écrouler.Le dernier soldat ouvrit le feu au moment même où l'attaque mentale le frappait : il s'effondra à son tour sur le sol, alors que son arme tirait quelques cartouches, tuant net l'infirmier évanoui aux pieds de Fabio. Ralato regardait toute la scène, terrorisé. Il ne bougea pas jusqu'à ce qu'il voit son frère emporté par la dernière balle. Il se jeta hors de l'appareil et couru vers lui, près des rochers où il tomba à genoux à ses côtés :Fabio ! Que s'est-il passé ? Qu'est ce que je dois faire ? Fabio !J'ai mal… Ralato, j'ai… très… mal… murmura Fabio également en larmes sous l'impact et la douleur.Le projectile lui avait traversé le poumon droit, se glissant entre deux vertèbres. Il ne pouvait plus respirer et suffoquait, en état de choc. Il voyait Ralato crier, pleurer devant lui, mais ne l'entendait plus distinctement. Par contre, le point blanc était réapparu tout seul sur ses yeux grands ouverts. Chose étrange, il bougeait et grossissait, semblant même vibrer. Fabio sentait ses dernières forces s'évanouir, mais il était captivé par le spectacle : le point s'était multiplié en des milliers d'autres, dansants maintenant autour de lui dans une farandole féérique. Progressivement, ils s'agrandirent, puis prirent des couleurs différentes, des formes anodines, translucides : une cafetière et un caillou parurent aux côtés de Ralato. Plusieurs instruments de musique, un pneu et une lampe de chevet tournaient dans le voisinage des hommes en blancs, mais une majorité voletaient près de Fabio lui-même. Leur lueur interne vibra, apaisant le jeune garçon qui prenait conscience du retour de ses forces. Encore quelques secondes et il put inspirer un grand volume, comme si ses poumons s'étaient regonflés malgré la blessure. Il hurla sous la douleur et sentit même de l'air s'échapper de sa plaie, mais il allait vivre, il le savait.Il allait vivre !Sa tête lui tourna, il tomba sans connaissance sur l'herbe rougie de son sang. Ralato continuait de pleurer : pauvre garçon impuissant devant les souffrances de son frère. Une piqure dans le dos, violente, il se retourna : les derniers hommes en blancs approchaient, porteurs de pistolets de forme étrange. Il les détestait tous, il allait se venger d'eux. Le jeune Mental se concentra, mais reçut une seconde piqure et ses forces déclinèrent. Tombant à terre, il hurla sur ses ennemis sa colère. Ceux-ci s'arrêtèrent, l'un d'entre eux recula même d'un pas. Mais les paupières de Ralato étaient devenues de plomb, malgré toute la rage qu'il ressentait. Une dernière fléchette anesthésiante acheva le travail et le garçon sombra à son tour dans l'inconscience. L'image qu'il conserva fut celle de ce gros engin volant qui avait déchiré la naïveté de leur enfance en y apportant violence et mort. Un avertisseur ramena brusquement Ralato à l'instant présent : les radars clignotaient, signalant par plusieurs points ce qu'on lui décrivit comme des missiles verrouillés sur leur navette.Le ministre se surprit alors à sourire : jamais aucun tir n'avait pu toucher Fabio et ce n'était pas un hasard. Le Stuffy souriant avait donc compris ses intentions et relevait le gant.« Un excellent moyen pour tester mes nouvelles capacités. » songea Ralato.Il en appela aux centaines de petits objets translucides qui flottaient dans l'habitacle et ceux-ci s'empressèrent de lui communiquer autant de force qu'il le souhaita. SOUTENEZ REDUNIVERSE ! Prod: podshows, Réa: Raoulito, Relecture: iGerard,TheDelta - Acteurs : Raoulito: narration & Ralato, My-eve: fabio, Tezio-tristan-mik180 : infirmiers et sergent, Derush/montage:Gvillaume/Numa, Musiques: VG, Ian, Cleptoporte Vous aimez Red Universe ou alors vous avez des critiques ou des remarques ? Laissez vos commentaires ici : http://reduniverse.fr/la-saga/episodes/Participez aux recrutements sur http://reduniverse.fr/la-saga/the-red-universes-team/recrutement/Nous vous attendons ! VOTRE NOUVELLE SÉRIE FORCES MENTALES EST PRÊTE A ÊTRE TÉLÉCHARGÉE ( http://forcesmentales.fr ) LE CHAPITRE 13 DE REDU EST DISPONIBLE DANS VOS LIBRAIRIES PREFEREES (et sur le site de http://RedUniverse.fr)

In show twelve Tara shares some unusual things that scare her and three short, weird stories for the week that’s in it. Happy Oíche Shamhna to you all. Website http://www.taraflynn.ie Patreon https://www.patreon.com/taraflynnirl Instagram https://www.instagram.com/taraflynnirl/

Arguably the most unique of post-apocalyptic films and Cannon Group's darling, it's also one of the most under-rated budget films of history. This is a big deal folks and 2/3 Stinker Madness host's favorite b-movie. PA films commonly suffer from their own existence. Most only take place in a "nuked" world because, welll... the desert is just right there. So they shoot this crappy $0 action film in a post-apocalyptic world because it's super cheap to do. The world they live in isn't even the focus. Then tack on a bunch of b-movie tropes (cars with random crap bolted on it, skimpy lady outfits, the chef-d'œuvre usually in the form of a head coming off or exploding at some point) and you've just got a bunch of people chasing each other around in the dirt. Whoopee! America 3000 busts directly through all that, possibly accidentally, and tells a multi-layered, universe-driven story, where the focus is shifted away from giant radioactive cockroaches or Zardoz-like swinger communities, and into a world with deep political divides, GofT style conspiracies and plotting, societal conflicts and complications and humanitarian issues. All while fitting in a balding Sasquatch and a Hal Needham level of chaos battle-scene. Wait, did you say there is a Sasquatch in this movie? Yes, there is Aargh. Aargh the Awful, in fact. A character like Aargh in just about any other crappy film we cover would be the lone reason to show up. Yet this is more of a "all this stuff plus there is Aargh" type scenario. America 3000 is a missed treasure in film history on either side of the good/bad genre of film enjoyment and film study. It's competently made on a tight-budget with a beautifully deep story that is truly like an onion. The characters are endearing, the action is excellent (and dangerous), the comedy is solid, the music is amazing, and worth watching over and over again - if only to fully comprehend how complex the world-building is. It's like a 18 course meal fit for Georgie Porgie, finished with a Creme de Aaargh, the greatest freeze-frame/credits ever made. It's Justin and Sam's favorite bad movie of all time and sits squarely atop the "Bad Movie Hall of Fame" like a proud mutated Bigfoot man that loves rock n' roll. No greater thing can be enjoyed in the world. It's "hot plastic".

“It would be really nice of me to volunteer for something.  Who knows…maybe I will someday. I'm such a good person for thinking of possibly doing that.” • Allie Brosh• Allie Brosh.  Oh, the talent, the wit, the insight.  She blogs about her life, wrote a book called, “Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed […] The post Self. Motivation. Aaargh. PODSNACKS/Art of the Diet 021 appeared first on Art of the Diet.

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The world's most notorious climate denier is about to become the most world's most powerful man. AAARGH! Ol and Dave, back from their hols, are properly freaking out. Is it time to put away the placards and give up?  Has America just doomed the planet? They interview American climate campaigner Janet Redman (@janetredman_DC) in  search for some reasons to be even slightly cheerful.  And, surprisingly, they actually find some. Sustainababble is your weekly comedy podcast about politics, prattle and the planet. Music by Dicky Moore from Bearcraft and Dream Themes. Available on iTunes, Stitcher, Soundcloud, and on sustainababble.fish. Visit us at @thebabblewagon and at Facebook.com/sustainababble

In this 7th episode of The M3 Mile, I provide you with one of my absolute favourite mindset shifts. It is SO simple to apply – you know how much I love simplicity for its empowerment, and YET so strategically efficient. This week, it is all about organisation, specifically the way you kick-off your tasks on a daily and weekly basis. When I talk about being organised and refer to your daily and weekly tasks, what comes to mind? Your to do list, right? And, at the same time a ‘Aaargh… feeling', right? I used to do that too, till one day I noticed what was wrong: it was my to do list. Applying that shift helped me reverse my negative thinking towards my to do list and shift my state of mind to an empowered, inspired and motivated one. I never looked back, as I started accomplishing each task with even more eagerness, thus boosting my personal efficiency. Access this week's episode notes: http://frederiquemurphy.com/1-07

I remember the first time I modified a drink. It occurred well before my 21st birthday. Somebody introduced me to the “Fuzzy Navel,” a sweet, thick combination of orange juice and peach schnapps. Today I get reflux just thinking about it. But then, it was a damn epiphany. I remember getting my hands on vodka, perhaps from my parents’ liquor cabinet, but most likely from Anthony’s parents’ liquor cabinet. (We all have that friend or two whose parents aren’t really drinkers but who still keep a full bar. These are the very people who don’t pay much attention to said bar, and we were just the teens to capitalize on that.) I made a Fuzzy Navel, and then I splashed in vodka. It tasted no different but it got us where we wanted to be significantly more quickly. I deemed it a “Hairy Navel.” It all starts there, with the Hairy Navel. (NOTE: You can use a high quality vodka to make just about any mixed drink pack a more powerful punch without sacrificing flavor. What do I mean by “high quality?” You ask. I certainly don’t mean a $30+ bottle. Those are way too expensive. Vodka is, by definition, grain-neutral. That means it should taste and smell like just about nothing. That’s it. To some extent, talking about more or less delicious vodka is like talking about more or less delicious filtered water. I realize there are taste savants out there who really can discern seemingly imperceptible differences of “neutral” gradation…but for most of us with average palates, the argument is entirely bunk. There are several vodkas that fit the bill of high quality AND phenomenal value. These include: Absolute, Russian Standard, Penn 1681, and Tito’s, among others. All of those vodkas are easily obtainable for approximately $20. You really do NOT need to be spending $30 or more on vodka. You can even amp-up your wine by splashing a little of the clear stuff. Really, you can. Try it. Just a little, though. Remember, we’re grown-ass, sophisticated people now. No shots, no Mad Dog, no quarter drafts, and vodka with moderation, please!) Across the course of my life as a casual drinker, I’ve gradually shifted from indiscriminate cheap-drunk to exceptionally discerning buzz-seeker…and I’ve become the de facto mixologist of my family, friends, and immediate neighborhood. In this podcast, I propose that any person can become a rock star home bartender with absolutely minimum equipment, without having to spend extravagant money on ingredients, and with the knowledge of just two drink categories and the seemingly innumerable variations therein. Today we start with the “Highball.” Booze, bubbly, and ice. That’s it. That’s the foundation. Super simple. It’s a fun journey with Jen inserting her usual wit, wisdom, and ball-breaking. It’s a crowd favorite, or so I’m told. We also reference Brad Thomas Parsons (Twitter feed) and his book, “Bitters.” It’s worth getting this book, as it provides a wonderfully written history of bitters then launches into drink recipes, including anecdotes and historical notes. This book can serve as your sole reference for a while, and really the writing is exceptional. Before signing off, I’m going to share two of my recent modified recipes. Both of these drinks have become crowd favorites among my circles. Here goes: 1. The GinettoThis is a variation on a classic gin and tonic, a staple “highball.” You’ll need the following ingredients, all of which are easily obtainable: > Favorite London Dry Gin(Our favorites, in decreasing order, are: Hendrick’s, Bombay Sapphire, Bombay, Beefeater, Bluecoat) > Favorite Amaretto(We use Disaronno, which is the most readily accessible “premium” amaretto.) > Tonic water(We use “Fever Tree,” available at many grocery stores. They use filtered water, cane sugar, and real quinine. You can also use the more traditional brands, but I avoid these because of chemical flavorings and high fructose corn syrup.) > Angostura orange bitters(Easily accessible in grocery stores and typically only $8 per small bottle. You can search around, however, because the market is now flooded with bitters of all sorts. Pittsburgh’s own Wigle Whiskey produces, among it’s bitters variations, a wonderful “Pomander Orange.”) > 1 lime > Ice > Pint glass (or something “large”) > Long spoon > Standard shot glass Fill glass with ice (…crushed or whole, to preference…), squeeze the juice of one full lime into the glass, put in two shots (approximately 2.5 ounces) gin and one shot (approximately 1.25 ounces) amaretto. Fill the rest of the glass with tonic water, then put in the bitters …3-5 shakes. Stir and serve. 2. The “Aaargh”This is a variation on a rum and coke, another classic “highball.” I pronounce it like a cartoon pirate, because this drink makes me feel like a pirate. You’ll need the following: > Favorite spiced rum(I prefer two local spirts here. First is Wigle Landlocked spiced. In position “1A” is Maggie’s Farm Rum Spiced. Both are available at select Pennsylvania wine and spirits stores and they can be obtained online. However, use whatever you love.) > Favorite root beer(I prefer “Virgil’s,” which is available in four packs at grocery stores. They make a delicious Stevia version for those of you trying to shift low carb. They also make a specialty “Bavarian Nutmeg,” which is extra delicious.) > Citrus, molѐ, or chocolate bitters…or all three!(Again, you can go with the Angostura orange here…but a real “Aaargh” has molѐ bitters. Wigle Whiskey makes a wonderfulversion, and it’s what I use.) > One-quarter orange > Ice > Rocks or double old-fashioned glass (or an 8-12 oz water glass) > Long spoon > Standard shot glass Fill glass with ice (…crushed or whole, to preference…), put in two shots (approximately 2.5 ounces) rum and fill the rest of the glass with root beer. Put in bitters…3-5 shakes. Squeeze in one-quarter orange then twist the rind and rub it on the lip of the glass to get the oils and scents on top. Stir and serve. Have fun with this people!! (The intro music is “Cold Beverage” by G Love and Special Sauce, and the outro piece is, “God Moving Across the Face of the Water” by Moby, which, incidentally, is my favorite piece of running music for the very beginning of a long race. Check out both of these artists if you’re intrigued.) -G

Blackbeard gets permission to board the HK-47, under the condition that Gap gets a peek inside the pirate's life. Aaargh! Also, uuuugh...

Pang! Pop! Aaargh! That's the noise coming from our games rooms this week. Alex has a fully working near mint Sheriff and Victor has made room for some new cabs? Some developments and changes coming to the Ten Pence Arcade Podcast very soon. DISCLAIMER - Raiden 2 isn't quite perfect in mame. Go check out mame 154 and see what we mean. Pang KLOV Entry Pang Flyer (Front) Pang Flyer (Back) Pang Themed Arcade Cabinet EGX London 10p Challenge Video (Recorded at the New Frontier Arcade) Skit B Duck Hunt Pinball Ban Heck Pinball Lotharek 8 bit Computer Hard Drive Solutions Before Mario Blog Pix 'n' Love Publishing  'L' Shaped Glitch On Naughty Boy Capcom/Mitchell Hardware On System16.com Encyclopedia Of Arcade Video Games  Molar Maul (ZX Spectrum) Crater Maze (PC Engine) Bugaboo The Flea (ZX Spectrum) Centipede Arcade Artwork Restoration - Making a Control Panel Victor's Score - 195,780 Alex's Score - 115,000 Victor's Fantasy Cabinets List (FULL UP!) -  Donkey Kong, Dig Dug, Bosconian, Asteroids Deluxe, Death Race, Iron Horse, Food Fight, Tazz Mania, Q*Bert, Space Zap! Alex's Fantasy Cabinets List - Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong Jr, Donkey Kong 3, Popeye, Rescue, I, Robot, Sheriff

Fin de notre compte-rendu du festival du festival Des Calanques et des Bulle 2014. Pas de thème cette fois ci mais entre Anne Simon, des cosplayers, Jean-Marc Pontier, Kieran, et des organisateurs épuisés, vous devriez trouver votre bonheur ! Bonne écoute ! Au Programme : [1:20] Anne Simon Un peu de franchise : nous ne connaissions pas Anne Simon, avant le festival. Mais après avoir feuilleté Marx, Freud, et la Geste d'Aglaë, nous ne pouvions que lui mettre un micro sous le nez. [10:39] Cosplay : Vongola Family Team et Freedom Cosplay Show Ils sont là tous les ans, mais jusqu'ici nous ne leur avons pas offert le temps d'antenne qu'ils méritent : les cosplayers transforment les couloirs d'une triste école de commerce en un joyeux fouillis ou des zombis, Harley Quinn, et des personnages de mangas que je ne connais pas se croisent avec le sourire. Deux associations était présentes cette année, la Vongola Family Team et le Freedom Cosplay Show. [19:48] Jean-Marc Pontier Critique, exégète, auteur, illustrateur, poète… Mais qui est donc Jean-Marc Pontier ? [30:11] Kieran We are The Night nous a bluffé, nous sommes ravi de sa participation régulière à Aaargh!, et en plus il a une gomme électrique. Huuuum, une gomme électrique. [43:03] Les organisateurs Épuisés et en plein rangement, les organisateurs de cette édition 2014 ont tout de même accepté de faire un petit bilan de ce week-end de festival. Et si celui-ci manque de recul, il évite pas mal la langue de bois. Générique et jingles : Spanish Samba (Oursvince) / Traditional Eastern instrument Kaval (Tomlija) / file0256_edit (Pooleside) / SPLASH (Petenice) / Hok (JohnLaVine333) / Bamboo (Gmni) / Bangkok Frog (WIM) / End Game – Fail (David Bain) / Dialup (Jlew) / backstraight (Heigh-hoo)

Fin de notre compte-rendu du festival du festival Des Calanques et des Bulle 2014. Pas de thème cette fois ci mais entre Anne Simon, des cosplayers, Jean-Marc Pontier, Kieran, et des organisateurs épuisés, vous devriez trouver votre bonheur !Bonne écoute !Au Programme :[1:20] Anne SimonUn peu de franchise : nous ne connaissions pas Anne Simon, avant le festival. Mais après avoir feuilleté Marx, Freud, et la Geste d’Aglaë, nous ne pouvions que lui mettre un micro sous le nez.[10:39] Cosplay : Vongola Family Team et Freedom Cosplay ShowIls sont là tous les ans, mais jusqu’ici nous ne leur avons pas offert le temps d’antenne qu’ils méritent : les cosplayers transforment les couloirs d’une triste école de commerce en un joyeux fouillis ou des zombis, Harley Quinn, et des personnages de mangas que je ne connais pas se croisent avec le sourire. Deux associations était présentes cette année, la Vongola Family Team et le Freedom Cosplay Show.[19:48] Jean-Marc PontierCritique, exégète, auteur, illustrateur, poète… Mais qui est donc Jean-Marc Pontier ?[30:11] KieranWe are The Night nous a bluffé, nous sommes ravi de sa participation régulière à Aaargh!, et en plus il a une gomme électrique. Huuuum, une gomme électrique.[43:03] Les organisateursÉpuisés et en plein rangement, les organisateurs de cette édition 2014 ont tout de même accepté de faire un petit bilan de ce week-end de festival. Et si celui-ci manque de recul, il évite pas mal la langue de bois.Générique et jingles : Spanish Samba (Oursvince) / Traditional Eastern instrument Kaval (Tomlija) / file0256_edit (Pooleside) / SPLASH (Petenice) / Hok (JohnLaVine333) / Bamboo (Gmni) / Bangkok Frog (WIM) / End Game – Fail (David Bain) / Dialup (Jlew) / backstraight (Heigh-hoo)

Aaargh!!! Užite si sedemnásty náraz s podtitulom pirátsky. Naša drevená karavela si to tentokrát namieri do plytkých medzinárodných vôd nesplnených sľubov a možno konečne raz splní, čo v minulých epizódach nasľubovala cteným počúvačom. Okrem toho si rozoberieme psychologický profil moderného piráta a možno vykopeme poklad, na ktorý ukazuje ruka kostlivca.

Benvenuti a Millevalvole

Aaargh. Could it be Pirates? Saffia & Elrik visit Jabberwock and Port Charles area of sailing islands for a look at the marvelous ships and fun role playing community with guest and owner Antigua JewellDesigning Worlds

--{ Copenhagen's the Means to Raise Babel, It Seems: "Copenhagen Agreement to Change Way of Living, Population Reduction While Rest Keep on Giving, Poorer Countries to Receive, Be 'On The Take' From Wealthier Nations the Banks Just Raped, Raped Again on Bailouts, Thanks to Those Governing, While Advancing Socialism to Cause More Suffering, Copenhagen 'Framework,' Oh, What a Sweetie, Come Next Meeting, We're All Bound by Treaty To a Centralized System, Aaargh! More Sufferance, The Raising of Babel, U.N. Global Governance" © Alan Watt }-- Knowledge is Power - Media Spins - Introduction of Radical Ideas into Populace - Ignorance of Communism and Soviet Union - Working for a "Common Purpose" - Tyranny Defined. Club of Rome, Finding New Enemies (Real or Invented) to Unite Public - Continuous Agenda regardless of Changes of Party - Parallel Govt. of Foundations and Think Tanks, Creating Consensus. "Global Warming" amidst Snowfall throughout Europe - Copenhagen Treaty, Global Government Framework, Obama's Speech (Written by his Scriptwriters) - All Laws Revolve around Finance / Economy - World Economic Control and Depopulation - U.N. to Set Food Ration Quotas (Decreasing Yearly) per Country. Public-Private Deals (Fascism) - Socialized Medicine, Minimal (Bare Bones) Health Care, Treatment Cuts, Millions Spent on Propaganda - Services become Authorities - Hundreds of Bureaucracies Competing for Power - Electronic Tracking for Medication Usage - "Communitarianism" - Nanotechnology in Pills. Green Farce and Hypocrisy, Prince Charles - "Some are more equal than others in such utopias" - Human Genome Project for "Cost-Effective" Eugenics. Monsanto's Takeover of Food Supply, Toxic GMO Corn causes Long-Term Disease. (See http://www.cuttingthroughthematrix.com for article links.) *Title/Poem and Dialogue Copyrighted Alan Watt - Dec. 18, 2009 (Exempting Music, Literary Quotes, and Callers' Comments)