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In this episode, we share our smooch, marry, and kills for August. We discuss what you should give a shot (smooch), what you should commit to (marry), and what you should just pass on by (kill) during the most mid month of the year. Join us as we share what shows we'll be bingeing while hiding from the back-to-school chaos, which movies are actually worth leaving the AC for, and which albums will chase away the ‘Sunday Scaries' vibe the month incites.Relevant links: Our full show notes are at knoxandjamie.com/618Want to feel both seen AND terrorized? Head to knoxandjamie.com/pixarvillain and take our new quiz: What's Your Pixar Villain Origin Story? (and don't forget to check out our new Pixar Collection at knoxandjamie.shop) Refresh: Smooch= give a shot, Marry = commit time to, Kill= do not murder! We're just suggesting to skip these things.Rewind: April SMK | We do SMK most weeks on Instagram at #popcastsmkAugust Vibe Check: Astrology corner | Agricultural Bounty | Football Season (see also: Do you eat the crust?) Drive-by Fact Check: how is urethra pronounced?Bonus segment: Join us on Patreon to listen to the rest of this episode ad-free and get exclusive weekly and monthly content. Episode sponsors: Liquid IV (code: POPCAST) | PanOxyl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Billy & Lisa Show cover a whole bunch of topics during today's show including, Billy has no AC and he is not happy, and there is a new parenting style called FAFO! Listen to Billy & Lisa weekdays from 6-10AM on Kiss 108!   

For a quick stop at Johnny's House... Johnny's AC is out at his house and it is HOT! When did you have to say something? Brian HAD TO when he was on his cruise. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Johnny's AC is out at his house, and it is HOT! When did you have to say something? We judge the listeners and let them know if they are wrong! Brian HAD TO when he was on his cruise. Do you have a pet name for your partner? Do you go to the "movies" more when you're on vacay? We end the show with The Mayor Of Orlando! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Recorded in a double AC unit installed Palm Street Studio on a Tuesday night.  It's hot and that leads to the first gear grind of the show.  A Pedo Island update, they have amped up the crazy.  Phil executes a long con that finally comes to fruition with a Canadian comedian of the same name.  We have a beef with Shaq.  The joys of a Cyndi Lauper concert at Pine Knob this Friday.  Deckerville has a tornado just as Glen predicted!  We hear from Glen about it and he makes more ominous predictions.  We call Tally-Ho to see how the new owners are working out and they hang up on us and then refuse to take our call.  The podcast should have been making money all this time...we need more likes and follows, so please help on any form of social media.  

Segment 4 of Hour 2 is a rapid-fire wild ride through bizarre headlines and relatable outrage. Marc kicks it off with a jaw-dropping TSA story: a woman at Miami International tried to smuggle live turtles in her bra—yes, really. One turtle didn't survive, and PETA hasn't responded yet. The crew erupts in laughter trying to figure out the physics of turtle smuggling. Then it's onto a Phoenix Mercury WNBA player who lost her wig mid-game, prompting an actual pause in play so she could reattach it. Kim questions the practicality of wearing wigs in sports while Marc just wants to know why they stopped the game. Things turn serious when they discuss Caitlin Clark's stalker—an Iowa man sentenced to just 2.5 years for harassing her with sexually explicit messages. Kim shares her own chilling stalker story, reminding listeners that this is a widespread issue, especially for women in media. The segment rounds out with a debate on hotel amenities (yes, people are paying extra for Wi-Fi and AC), Airbnb horror stories, and a Massachusetts woman attacked by a raccoon while letting her dog out. Chaos, comedy, and a touch of crazy—all before the top of the hour.

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Amid conversations of Billy Joel's love life and beratement of bandmates over the unseen Part 1 of a documentary, Wex and AC recap Monday's loss to the Nationals, plus discuss who are the top names the Houston Astros must target as the MLB trade deadline. Plus, who is standing out after another day of Houston Texans training camp? And how stupid are umps? Find out in Say What!!!

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 7 Hillbilly Tactics. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   The TV flashed, losing a digital telephone ring, and I grabbed the remote from the table and accepted the call. "Hey, Harrison," said the man on the other end. He was another lab coat, and as best I could tell from the blurry background he was likely in the same facility or even the same room as Doctor Varma had been. This guy looked like he'd stepped right out of a corny television show though; he was blubbery in the way that a guy could be after a couple of decades of slow physical decline, with a burst of thinning silver hair that just needed the black streaks and some smudges on his face to look like he'd been catoonishly blown up. The bit of scraggly, messy scruff on his chin that looked unplanned made me a little self-conscious of my own currently messy beard. Erica had wanted me to grow mine out a bit so she could decide if she liked it longer or shorter, and Ivy didn't care, so I was looking even more like a mountain man than usual. "I'm Doctor McKenna, but you can call me Bill," he continued. "You're on Doc Varma's team?" I asked, putting two and two together. "Yep," he nodded. "I was supposed to do the follow-up interview with you but got caught up with some of the numbers in your case. Charlotte and I have both reviewed the content. Sounds like you had a bit of a wild time, huh? And don't worry, we're all getting pretty used to the graphic nature of our work these days so you didn't offend or embarrass anyone." "Well, that's something at least," I said. "I never thought I'd be having a conversation like that with a doctor. Or anyone." He got a wry grin at this and held up a hand to ease me. "Believe me, Harrison. I've been with the team from the start and we have had more than a few of these sorts of conversations based on the nature of the vaccine. Yours is definitely up there as a novel case of details, but it's only personal for you, not us." I just nodded, not knowing what to say. I hadn't considered how often sex must come up in their day-to-day work if they were specialists. "Now, I have; well, I can't say it's good nor bad news," Doctor Bill said. "Interesting for us, for sure. As I'm sure you're aware, as you have two partners already, the vaccine is supposed to only be transmissible from women to men for the purposes of diluting the effects on men. To be frank, no one here on the team had considered the possibility of transferring and initiating a bonding process from one woman to another through female ejaculate. It doesn't help that most of the science community, those that would even think of it, haven't exactly spent time studying female ejaculate to begin with. So your situation wasn't tested for, but as far as we can tell it still shouldn't have been able to happen." "So what does that mean, doc?" I asked. "It means that you, or one of your current partners, or some combination, integrated with the vaccine and imprinting process in an exceptional way. A variant response is how we're categorizing it at the moment, and to be frank it's not even one of the most surprising ones we've encountered as the testing continues to broaden. As best we can tell from your interview, it's likely that Miss Peters was vaccinated through the oral ingestion of the female ejaculate; all the markers of a normal imprinting process occur when you began actual sex together. "Now, the really interesting part of this on my end is obviously the fact that this happened at all, but following the results of the blood tests from the Testing facility up where you are, and the preliminary tests we've completed on the samples that got flown down to us here, we've found that it isn't likely to be a phenomenon that is worth pursuing. Unfortunately, while Miss Peters is certainly going to be imprinted on you to some degree, it also seems that the efficacy of the vaccine in her system will be well under our current rates. Right now our projection is that she will only have an efficacy rate of about thirty-five to forty per cent, while a woman who has undergone our current best practices has an efficacy of somewhere around the eightieth percentile." I had to rub my forehead and close my eyes for a long moment as I tried to parse everything he was saying. "So what does that mean, Doctor Bill?" I asked. "It means that Miss Peters is now part of your 'Team,' he said. "That's what I've been calling the groups of imprinted people colloquially around here, anyways. But where your other two partners have a high likelihood of staving off the Duo Halo virus, if Miss Peters is exposed she is about half as likely to resist initial infection or gain serious aid in fighting off an infection she catches." "So we've put her at risk by having casual sex with her," I said. "Fuck me, this is exactly the kind of shit that I was worried about when she asked to join in with us." "Yes and no," he said. "To be frank, it's entirely possible that her integration with the vaccine will grow and normalize over time with repeated exposure to you. The staff up there will book some follow-up blood draws to check in on that. One of the many things were are trying to understand about the vaccine is how sex bolsters imprinted partners. Generally, we haven't seen that happen for women, since they can't have more than one imprinted male partner, but the more partners men are in contact with the more efficacy we're seeing." "So you're saying she's stuck with me," I said. "She asked for no-strings-attached, and she got trapped into a sexual relationship." "You could look at it that way," he said. "But,” "But," Doc Varma said, coming into view on his end of the call and hovering over his shoulder. "I would remind you, Mr. Black, that she did choose to initiate a group sexual encounter with you and your partners. And once she is awake from the imprinting process, I would not be surprised if she feels content with the overall situation following any initial panic or shock." I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "You know, when I first heard about this from Erica, I told her it sounded like some sort of brainwashing mind control shit? I couldn't believe she'd gotten the vaccine. But then everything was going so well that I stopped thinking about it. And Ivy was happy, and Erica's brother was partnered and they were both extremely happy. But this,” I sighed heavily and looked at the two scientists on the screen. "This is some fucked up, B-movie supervillain kind of shit. You guys realize that, right? Like, where is James Bond in all of this?" Bill frowned, but Doc Varma smirked just a little. "Yes," she said. "We are aware of how inappropriate many of the factors of the vaccine are, Mr. Black. It is a marvel of modern medicine, but we are still grappling with the necessities that come along with it." Together they ran me through what I needed to expect moving forward. Vanessa was going to be monitored until she woke up, so I would be spending the night where I was at. She'd get a complete physical, and they'd take more blood for testing before she'd be released into my care and we were brought back home. Then, depending on what she wanted, she would either be able to live with Erica, Ivy and I, or she could maintain some distance for the time being and only come to see me for the sexual encounters she would require. We would both receive follow-up check-ins from someone on the Vaccine testing team to draw more blood periodically to check if Vanessa's efficacy was changing, or if mine was. We hit the grocery store next, which ended up only allowing two people inside in a party at once. Dani wanted to look for some specific stuff, and Vanessa hadn't had her own kitchen to cook in for almost two years since she'd been eating cafeteria food on industrial construction sites, so I decided to hang out in the truck while they went in. I sent them with my credit card and reminded them of the staples we needed. They got in line outside the store, and I decided to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon and open the gate of my truck so I could sit outside. I watched Dani and Vanessa from across the parking lot, keeping one eye on them while I could. I could tell they were talking from the small hand motions. Neither of them talked with their hands like Erica or Leo did, but everything seemed friendly between them. "Excuse me?" I turned and realized I'd tunnel-visioned and completely lost track of my surroundings because a woman was standing about ten paces away from me. That wasn't like me at all. She was nervous, wringing her wrists as she stood awkwardly. She was a little scrawny, her clothes hanging off of her, and the eyes above her rough-looking mask were... not sunken, but sort of sad. "I'm sorry to bother you, Harri," she said. "I was just wondering if maybe you could spare a couple bucks? Things aren't really going well right now, and I've got my kids..." Living in Portland, I'd seen my fair share of homeless folks and beggars. Some of them were pushy and agitated, and others entirely shut down from their addictions. This woman didn't look homeless, but she definitely looked down on her luck. And down for enough time that it showed. She wasn't wearing even basic earrings but had the holes in her ears. There was a slightly less tan ring on her finger where I assumed a wedding band used to sit, but it was fading. Every major city in the United States had a homeless population. Some were worse than others, I knew that. The further south along the coast, the warmer it got, and the bigger the population. But out here in the sticks? In Jewell? Sure, we had the occasional drifter moving through. I'd never seen someone begging before. Things were really getting bad. "Uh, yeah, I can," I said, reaching for my wallet in my pocket. "I'm sorry, you know me but I'm not immediately recognizing you. Maybe it's the mask." She took a couple steps forward as I said I could spare her some cash, but looked away as I asked who she was. I kicked myself, realizing that her situation was embarrassing enough as it was. "Maybe you don't remember me," the woman said. "I was a year ahead of you in high school. Mary Duncan?" "Of course I remember you, Mary," I said. "It's just been a long time. You were a cheerleader I think, right? You did all the flips. You were really graceful." "Thanks," she said, and I could tell she was blushing behind her mask. I didn't have too much cash on me compared to what I used to carry for emergencies. I used to be a cash-only guy, at least around town. Knowing what my bank account looked like, I just pulled what I had and slipped down from the gate of my truck and set the bills on it, stepping back. "No offence, I don't think you stink or anything," I tried to joke. Mary's eyes went wide when she saw the bills, and she mumbled something as she stepped forward and I backed off a bit more so she could take them. It was maybe seventy dollars, but as she quickly looked through the bills I saw her get teary, and then she clutched the cash to her chest and collapsed to her knees, crying. I wanted to go and comfort her. Give her a hug. She was clearly overwhelmed and in a bad way, and back when we were in school she'd always been a cute, button-nosed girl with a soft smile and a big laugh. But I couldn't go to her. I couldn't rub her back or pat her shoulder or give her a hug. The best I could do was squat down from several feet away to get closer to her level. "Mary?" I asked. She sniffed hard and rubbed at her eyes. "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," she said. "You don't need to be," I said. "You said you have kids, right? How many?" "Two," she said. "Thomas is six now, and looks like his dad. My little girl Charlie is four. She wanted to go to school like her big brother this fall but..." But the schools were closed, and who knew how long they would be closed for? "And their Dad?" I asked. She sniffed hard again. "He went up to Portland to look for work after we both got laid off at the start of quarantine," she said. "I haven't heard from him since." "Fuck," I breathed out, hopefully not loud enough for her to hear. The guy could have abandoned his family like a shit, or just been overwhelmed and trying to find a way to make it right. Or he could be dead. "Mary, I'm sorry you're going through this. And I'm sorry if this touches another sore spot, but is your phone still active?" She nodded, touching the ragged little purse. I asked her to take it out and I immediately recognized that she'd probably downgraded her phone at a pawn shop, it was a beat-up old model barely above a flip phone. I gave her my number. "Call me the next time you need groceries, Okay?" I said. "Or if there's an emergency. Seriously, Mary." "I applied for food stamps, and welfare, but I haven't heard anything back," she said pitifully, like she was trying to explain her shitty situation. There wasn't any explaining. "The system is probably overloaded," I said softly. "Mary. I'm not pulling your leg. Go get groceries for you and your kids. I'll figure something out for you for next week, Okay?" "Harri, I can't just; I don't want to,” It was fucking stupid, but this woman who I remembered as that sweet girl was broken. I stood up and went to her, and pulled her to her feet and hugged her. She was tiny, and bony, in my arms. She'd probably been feeding her kids everything she could and taking the bare minimum for herself. "Stop," I said quietly as I held her, and she cried a little again. "You're doing what you can in a terrible situation, Mary. I'm doing Okay. Let me help." "Thank you," she whispered into my shirt, then sniffed behind her mask again and stepped away. 'Thank you, Harri." "Text me," I reminded her. "So that I have your number." "I will," she nodded. "I will." She left, headed towards the line outside the store, and I watched her go. Hopefully I wasn't going to pay for that moment of kindness with my life. But what was the point of being vaccinated and wealthy if I couldn't help a hurting woman? I sat back on the gate of my truck and saw the two big paper bags holding the meat I'd just bought. Hundreds of dollars' worth. I could have given her some, along with the cash. One of the chickens and some of the sausages. Kids liked sausage, right? Then I could practically hear my Mom's voice in the back of my mind. She'd been the giver in the family before she died. The volunteer. And she'd always said that you couldn't do your best for others without taking care of your family first. Seventy dollars would carry Mary and her kids for a few days at least. I could set up an account with Mason, connect her with Mrs. Branston for eggs, and cover her bill. I doubted I could do the same at the grocery store, but meat was always the most expensive part of meals anyways. I could drop a couple hundred bucks with her to help cover her other staples every few weeks. I looked down at my sweater, hoping again that I wasn't going to pay for this with sickness and death. What did those docs say? Eighty per cent effective, with more for each partner? I had three partners now, so I had to be like ninety per cent covered, right? The rest of my wait in the parking lot, unfortunately, wasn't peaceful. A guy with some parking lot road rage pounded on his horn at a woman who was loading her car. A half dozen teens skated through on skateboards, whooping and hollering and skirting by too close to people. None of them were wearing masks, and I saw a few of them spitting near people or fake coughing just to get a reaction out of them. I was trying to decide if I should call the emergency line, but they were gone as quickly as they arrived. Teens, rebellious and angry at the world, and most importantly bored and left to their own devices. Thankfully since I'd parked at the back of the lot they didn't really come near me. I did end up calling 911 when the fight broke out though. Two women were yelling at each other as they exited the store, both of them with full carts. I had no idea what they were shouting, but they definitely got the attention of everyone in the parking lot and the line. Then one lady pivoted and smacked her buggy into the other lady, and that one grabbed something out of the other's cart and threw it. "911 Emergency Services. Where is the emergency located?" "Yeah, I'm at the Green Grocer in Jewell," I said. "My name is Harrison Black. I need police services, a fight has broken out between two women in the parking lot and it's gotten physical." I could hear typing on the other end of the line. "I've dispatched a cruiser, sir, but the arrival time is at least twenty minutes. Is anyone's life in danger?" "Other than the pandemic?" I sighed. The women were grappled at this point, both of them trying to throw punches. "Hard to say. Neither of them are backing down and they've got a hold of each other and are swinging." "If you can, try to keep anyone else from getting involved, sir," the operator said. "And remember to keep your distance." "Fuck," I said as one of the ladies connected cleanly with the nose of the other. Blood started streaming down that one's face but it didn't stop her from clawing at the other with a snarl. "It's getting worse. There's blood now. Look, I'm not saying you have the authority to let me do this, but I've got my handgun in the truck and could pop one into the ground to spook them and try and disperse the issue." There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line. "..... I mean, I'm not going to tell you to do that.... But..." "Understood," I said. I gave the operator my number, since I was sure the police were going to want to follow up with me, and then slammed the gate of my truck closed and went to the passenger side. Dani had returned the 1911 to its case thankfully, so I quickly slammed the magazine home and did a quick check to see it had one chambered before walking across the parking lot with the pistol held low and to the side. The women were scrapping on the ground at this point. A crowd had formed, not so close to each other to be shoulder to shoulder, but closer than they should have been. "Hey!" I shouted over the noise in my best military voice, but only the closest few people glanced over at me. One saw my gun and his eyes went wide. I sighed and shook my head, then pointed the muzzle at one of the little end-row barriers that had a sprig of a garden inside the concrete curb and pulled the trigger. The loud popping boom of the discharge quieted everyone real quick, including the fighting ladies as they all looked over at me. "Get the fuck out of here," I shouted. People scattered, including the two fighting ladies as they scrambled to recover their carts. I was pretty sure several items had gone missing from their shopping bags in the ruckus, claimed by other people who felt they needed them more. I just shook my head as I flipped the safety on and tucked the 1911 into the pocket on the front of my sweater. There were still a few people in line at the front of the store, along with an employee monitoring it, so I went over. It turned out to be the same teen as that time I'd been here with Erica and almost gotten in a fight myself. I gave him my name and let him know the police were already on their way. He said it wasn't the first fistfight he'd seen break out this week, let alone in the last month. "Kid," I said. "This job ain't worth your life." He shrugged. "I'm saving for college, and the bonus pay I'm getting as a front-line worker is adding up quickly." "College ain't worth your life either. Just saying." Dani and Vanessa came out of the store a little while later. I'd already returned the 1911 to its case and was sitting on the tailgate of my truck again. I explained to them what happened, both with Mary and with the fight. And I admitted to hugging Mary despite the danger. "I can walk home from here," I said. "We probably shouldn't get into the truck together. I'll need to,” "Harri," Vanessa interrupted me. "Shut up and get in the car. You're not in any danger, right? You're vaccinated. We're both vaccinated." "Yeah, but you are way less covered than the rest of us," I said. "It's not a big deal. It'll take a couple of hours of walking." Vanessa took it into her own hands and practically tackled me. "Oops, too late." "Vanessa!" I said in a panic and looked at Dani for help. "Lady made her decision," Dani shrugged. "We can either live in fear of it, or just do our best." So I ended up driving again, praying that Mary wasn't sick, which would mean I wasn't carrying it. I felt like an idiot all over again for hugging her, for risking everything to comfort her. But then I'd also seen that look on her face and I knew she'd needed it. Our last stop of the trip was Mrs. Branston's, but when I pulled into the front of her long gravel driveway I noticed that she hadn't put the flat of eggs I'd asked for in the usual spot. Frowning, I pulled out my phone and called her, but it went to voicemail immediately. "That's weird," I said. "Mrs. Branston is always home." "You want to go check on her, don't you," Vanessa said, not really a question. "Well, she's seventy and lives alone," I said. "She's not exactly ancient, but she's no spring chicken either." "Alright, let's go see what's up," Dani said. Then turned to Vanessa. "You're staying here though." "What?" Vanessa said. "Why?" "Because you already took one risk today, and I'm starting to like you too much to let you do two in a day," Dani smirked, then pulled up her mask. "Ugh, fine," Vanessa sighed. "Crack the windows for me at least." I did her one better and left the truck running with the AC on. Dani and I walked up the drive. It was long, but nowhere near as long as mine had been. The Branston's had built their house almost forty years ago; Victor Branston had worked at the local lumber mill, and his wife Hailey had started their side business of raising chickens and eggs after they built their single-story ranch house and barn. They'd had a son who had died in a drunk driving accident when I was still a kid, and a daughter who had moved away when I was still in middle school. At the top of the drive I tried calling again, and with no answer, Dani and I went to the front door and I knocked, then stepped back. "Mrs. Branston!" I called loudly. "You home?" Again, no answer. Shaking my head, I frowned beneath my mask and furrowed my brow. Her car was parked in front of the house, so she wasn't out. "Let's check in some windows," Dani suggested. "If she fell and broke her hip or something she might not be able to reach her phone." So that's what we did. It felt rude, peeking in her windows like that, but I let the MP side of me take over. I was looking into her kitchen when Dani gasped and motioned me to the other end of the side of the house. She was holding a gloved hand over her mask. I rushed over and looked in. It was Mrs. Branston's bedroom, and she was lying in the bed completely still. There was a dark stain around her mouth and nose and on the edge of some of the sheets. I recognized the dried blood. It looked like she'd been coughing it up. "Fuck," I sighed, stepping back from the window. Her sallow skin. Her sunken eyes. It was haunting. I called Emergency Services for the second time in less than an hour and reported it. "What do we do now?" Dani asked. "I'd say call her family, but I don't know her daughter's number. I think Mrs. Branston said she moved out east somewhere," I said. "We'll need to leave that to the police. Other than that?" I shrugged and looked around at the property. Hailey Branston had lived here going on forty years. Now there was no one. My eyes settled on the barn. "If nothing else, we should feed the chickens," I said. "No need for them to starve to death." "Good idea," Dani nodded and followed me towards the barn. Now, my worry had been that the chickens might be dead. I really wasn't sure how long it would take for chickens to starve to death, so I was preparing myself for the stink of not only a chicken coop but of dead bodies. What I wasn't prepared for was for the place to be empty. "What the fuck?" "This is weird," Dani said, looking at the rows and rows of empty cages. It was obvious this was a chicken operation. Just the bird poo around was enough to point to that. But there weren't any chickens. "How do fifty chickens just up and vanish?" I asked, wandering deeper into the barn. "It's not just the chickens," Dani said behind me. She was standing at a big bin near the front door with a big 'feed' label on it. She'd lifted the lid. "All their food is gone too except for a bit of mess at the bottom." I just shook my head, frowning as I looked around. Maybe there was some sort of metaphor here about Haily Branston's life, but all I was seeing was a crime scene. "Who the fuck finds out an old woman is dead, and instead of reporting it they steal all her chickens?" "An asshole," Dani said. "Assholes," I corrected. "This would have taken forever if it was just one person. There had to be at least two, probably more." I sighed. "Alright, we need to get out of here. We'll report it to the police when they get here." Dani and I went back down to Vanessa, filling her in on what we'd seen, and then waited. Thirty minutes later I called Emergency Services again on the non-emergency line, asking for an update on when we could expect someone to come out. "I'm sorry sir, but all our services are currently dispatched at the moment with active issues," the operator said. "We've got your report on file, and an ambulance will be dispatched when police are available. We have your name and number on file, we don't need you to stay on location." That was definitely not the norm for someone calling in a dead body, and it made me worried. "Alright," I said. "I just need to add something to the report then. After my previous call we checked in on Mrs. Branston's agricultural livestock. Someone has stolen all her chickens." "I'm... sorry?" the operator said. "Someone stole fifty-odd chickens," I clarified. There was another long moment of quiet from the other end of the line. "Chickens?" "Yeah, chickens," I said. A long sigh. "Alright, I added it to the report. Have a good day, sir." "You,” the operator hung up. "-too." "That sounded like it went great," Vanessa said sarcastically. "Yeah," I said, wondering what the fuck was happening to my home town. "I can't say that it did." Vanessa came jogging down from the office portables when the black sedan came rolling around the bunkhouses. After we'd gotten back from our big run, and Erica had berated me for taking a risk with Mary even while telling me how sweet a man I was, things had settled down. Leo's new partners had slept through the day with their imprinting, but we'd grilled up some extra sausages in case they woke up in the night and were hungry. I'd spent some time late in the afternoon with Ivy, and that night I'd slept with Vanessa on one side of me, and Ivy on the other while Erica spooned up behind her and rested a hand on my chest. We'd all been naked, but nothing overtly sexual had happened Vanessa had gone back to work in the morning, the first to wake up, and as she got ready and dug through her luggage Erica got up and made her coffee. The smell woke me up, and I realized it was 5:30 in the morning. It looked like our schedule was going to be changing with Vanessa in our lives. Breakfast was a quiet affair later in the morning; at least, quiet for us. Leo's RV was visibly rocking, and I had to assume Aria and India were up and the four of them were getting better acquainted. By the time Vanessa came back around for her breakfast break I'd already come in Erica, but Ivy had held off; apparently, the three of them had talked, and Vanessa only had about fifteen minutes for her breakfast break which meant a quicker-than-usual blowjob was necessary if she wanted some fun with her food. By mid-morning things had quieted down over at Leo's RV, and I'd left a platter of food wrapped with tinfoil on a chair next to the door. Ivy was just starting to get handsy with me, sitting on my lap and giggling with that look in her eye, distracting me from my drawing, when the crunch of tires outside the compound perked us up. The sedan ground to a halt, and Vanessa quickly came down to stand with Erica and Ivy and me. Agent Sourpuss was the driver again, and she just narrowed her eyes at us for a moment before turning back and speaking into the back seat. The door opened, and a woman in that same hooded coverall getup stepped out. "Hi," I said, stepping forward and offering her my hand. "I'm Harrison." "Kyla," she said through her mask, taking my hand and shaking it lightly. "I'm not really sure what you were expecting," I said. "I know things are weird and changing a lot for everyone, so if anything sounds like a problem just let us know and we can figure it out. The first of which is that, ah, these are my partners Erica, Ivy and Vanessa." "Allo!" Ivy said, stepping forward and wrapping the woman up in a hug. Ivy was still the shortest and most petite of the women, with Kyla standing around the same height as Vanessa. "Hi," Erica said, smiling warmly but not stepping forward, which I knew was because she knew the secret. In any other circumstance she likely would have been trying as hard as Ivy to be welcoming in an effort to dispel the weirdness. Agent Sourpuss rolled down the window. "Hey, you need to stop being so touchy. Protocol says you need to imprint as soon as possible." I sighed, glaring at her a little. "I hear you. Let's just make sure this is all Okay with her, yeah?" I turned back to Kyla, whose eyes were a little wide as she cautiously accepted the hug from Ivy. "Um, hello," she said, looking around at the construction site, and our ridiculous-looking compound. "There's a lot for us to explain," I said. "I can see that," she said. The more she talked, the more I heard a slight accent. It wasn't strong, not like Dani's, and I had to assume being the daughter of an Ambassador meant she'd grown up at least part of her life in the US or other places. Not to mention any training she'd received. "Are you Okay with this?" Erica asked her. "The idea of sharing space with a group of us?" "For what it's worth, I'm the newest and stumbled into it by accident, but it works for me," Vanessa chipped in. Kyla looked around again, then back at Sourpuss, and finally back to me. "It's the way things are," she said. "I can make it work." "Well, if you change your mind, you have until we start the imprinting process," I said. "Just say something and we can try to find you someone, or somewhere, else." She shook her head, then turned to Sourpuss again. "You can go." "Fine by me," the Agent muttered, raising her window and pulling the car away. I was almost sure I heard her mutter something about never wanting to come back again. "Come in," Erica said, gesturing to the fabric-draped entryway. "We'll show you around and can tell you what's up." Kyla followed Erica and Ivy in, but Vanessa hung back. "I need to get back to work," she said. "I'll come meet her later if you haven't dicked her down yet." I snorted and shook my head at her crassness. The only people who could get close to matching military folks in that way turned out to be construction workers. "Everything going Okay?" I asked. "Yeah, it's fine. Just getting the animals back in order after being away. They're going to be moving workers into the bunkhouses in the next few days so there's a lot to get ready," she said. She reached over and squeezed my hand for a second, but didn't step in for a kiss even though I could see her glance at my lips. "See you later?" "Absolutely," I said, and she started marching back towards the office portables. When I ducked back into our compound, Erica and Ivy had arranged the deck chairs into a semi-circle and Ivy was coming out of our place with a quartet of beers from the fridge. Erica was just gesturing for Kyla to take a seat. "We're all vaccinated," she was saying. "So if you want to get out of that getup you can." Kyla sat and sighed, lowering her hood and then taking off her medical mask. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a natural silky black with that smooth quality that Native Americans and East Asian folks shared, and she had cute little apple cheeks when she smiled softly in thanks as she accepted a beer from Ivy. Her skin was naturally tan, and she'd done her makeup to accent her ethnicity a bit rather than downplaying it, and knowing what I knew about her I wondered if that was a move to try and distract or seduce me. She had espionage training. She knew how to use her assets. "So Harrison," she nodded to me, then pointed at Ivy. "Ivy, and..." she looked at Erica. "Sorry, something with an E, right?" "Erica," my girlfriend clarified for her with a smile. "Right, Erica," Kyla said. "And the other was Vanessa?" "Right," I nodded. "Vanessa is actually a forewoman with the construction crews, so she had to get back to work." "Okay," she nodded. "And you all live in these trailers?" "RVs," I said. "And it's just temporary. My family owned this land for generations, and recently the government leased it from me and is building a residential compound. We'll be getting a house, and for now we've got these luxury RVs. But, uh, we're actually only living in that one. The other one is occupied by my friend and Erica's brother Leo and his partners." "So there's going to be five of us in there?" Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over the RV. "Yes," Ivy said with a smile. "It's very nice on the inside. And the bed is very cozy." "The bed?" Kyla said, emphasizing the singular. "That's, uh, another thing," I said. "This is a little rude but, well Erica, Ivy and Vanessa are all bisexual. Are you;?" "I'm straight," she said. Erica just nodded, though I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Ivy was a little disappointed but tried to hide it. "That's perfectly fine," I said. "We'll figure out a sleeping arrangement so that you're comfortable." "I,” Kyla started, then glanced at Erica and Ivy for a moment and seemed to change her mind. "Look, I'm stepping into your thing here already, so I don't want to be a bitch. But could I just... Could I talk for a moment with the guy who I'm going to be bonding DNA with or whatever?" "Yes, absolutely," Erica said. "Do you want to go inside, or should we?" Kyla glanced over at Leo's RV. "Maybe we should," she said and stood up. I stood as well, patted Ivy's shoulder and met a glance from Erica as she tried to warn me to be careful without saying anything. Kyla and I went to the RV, and I opened the door for her and followed her in. "Sorry about the mess," I said. "Vanessa just moved in yesterday and we're trying to figure out what to keep here, and what to move into the storage containers." "It's... fine," Kyla said. She was looking down the length of the RV, through the open door to the bed. I could only imagine what she was thinking. "Let's just sit here," I said, offering her the bench as I took the chair by the Murphey table. I wasn't going to mention that we used the bench for fucking almost as much as the bed. "Ask me anything," I said as we sat. "I know this is all weird, and you must have a thousand questions and concerns." "I do," she said, and leaned back on the leather bench and took a deep breath. I just met her eyes as she looked me over again. Then she took a swig of her beer. "What do you do for money? How does all of this work?" she asked. "Well, up until a few weeks ago, my family house was about fifty yards that way," I pointed. "Right where that first big bunkhouse building is. I worked remotely as a concept artist, and Erica's brother Leo was my roommate. Erica joined us out here for quarantine. The federal government came and wanted to buy my land, but I negotiated a lease with them instead and they paid me a lot of money for it, along with building me, Leo and my sister houses. So if you're worried about finances living out here, you don't need to. I'm not stingy, though I'd prefer if we don't get super extravagant. I'd rather us be wealthy for a long time than super-rich for a short one, and with five people on the team... Well, yeah." "The team?" she asked. "It feels a little weird to call it a family right now," I said. "What with all the changes happening so fast. I think that's how most of us will end up, but I don't want to presume anything." She frowned, looking me up and down again. When she got that look on her face she was fierce and calculating. Focused. Then it broke and she cocked her head to the side just a touch. "Did they tell you I was coming?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "I got a warning yesterday that you'd be here sometime in the next couple of days." She nodded slowly. "Okay. I mean, obviously we'll need to figure some things out, but I think I can live with... this. I'd like to wait a day and get to know you all a bit more before we do the imprinting though. I'm not really a 'sleep with a guy on the first day' kind of girl." "I'd be happy to wait as long as you like," I said. "But, ah, you may want to talk with the others about that feeling you've got. Apparently, it'll just keep getting stronger." "Right," Kyla nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind." Voices rose outside. Not angry, just a little animated. "Sounds like Leo and his girls are finally coming outside," I said. "I think you'll like Danielle, she's a pretty open book. I can't make any promises about the two new women though, they arrived yesterday and I haven't had a chance to meet them properly." "That sounds good," she said. "Any other questions, or do you want to go meet them?" I asked. "Um, yeah, actually," she said. She was still giving me a slightly weird, considering look. "Do you know?" "Know what?" I asked, trying to poker face without poker facing. She kept eyeing me. "Who I am." I sighed a little. "I was told that you're the daughter of an Ambassador," I said, covering the big lie with a little truth. "Does that bother you?" she asked. "Why would it?" I replied. "I'm part Native, part Japanese, I travelled a decent chunk of the world when I was in the military. In the US, you growing up in another country is about as different as if you grew up in an east coast city." "That's not what I meant," Kyla said, sitting forward and leaning her elbows on her knees, staring right at me. "I meant does it bother you that I'm a spy?" The problem with going toe to toe with a spy was that all of my usual methods of evaluating someone were already going off. As a teen I'd been a bit of a hillbilly, I'd been an athlete, and I'd been a kid from a family with generational grudge issues. Then I'd joined the military and I learned about professional backstabbing and politics, and then I'd become an MP and really saw some of the dumb and vile crap that Man could do to each other. I'd been trained to be aware, alert, and suspicious. Seven years out of the military had softened me, I was sure. But not that much. Maybe Grierson shouldn't have told me about Kyla's background. I was trying my best to not be suspicious, which I bet if I saw myself back on a recording I would have seen as a red flag. If I hadn't known about her, I could have just accepted her and hopefully my natural and trained instincts would have picked up on anything fishy. I sighed a little huff of a chuckle and leaned back in the Murphey chair, looking at Kyla across the RV. I'd been doing my best not to just really stare at her, to make a judgement scan of her to really assess her. Maybe that gave me away. Maybe not. She was beautiful, but I'd already judged that. Her Filipino heritage was strong, but wasn't so different from the natives that I'd grown up around that it seemed out of place or exotic to me. Not to mention the plenty of varied Asians I'd lived around in Portland. She was still wearing the bulky coverall so it was hard to judge her athleticism, but just the way she sat told me she was a physical person. She was sitting on the bench, which wasn't particularly tall, but her feet were pressed to the ground by the balls of her feet and toes, her heels raised. Even though she was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees she also wasn't slouching at all. She was a coiled spring, but with a loose tension. She wasn't on edge, but was a calmly controlled nervous. "It does," I said, answering the question she'd stunned me with for a moment. 'Does it bother you that I'm a spy?' Who asked that? Was it a game, or a test? Was she trying to be truthful because of the situation, or was she running a long con to gain my trust to inevitably betray me? How calculated was this move, and what were the variables? Was it a move at all? "But not the way you might think," I continued. "It's funny, I don't even know how much they told you about me. I think I mentioned outside that I was in the military at one point. I was an MP before I was discharged. You are exactly the kind of person I would have been worried about for an important part of my life. But now? Honestly, Kyla, I just don't want you to fuck up the family dynamic we're trying to build here. I don't want you to put any of the people out there in danger, on purpose or by accident, if you plan on trying to do something for your father or NICA." She gave me a long look back, evaluating what I said. If we were sitting across from each other with a chessboard between us, or cards, I would have said she was trying to read if I was bluffing or not. But this wasn't a game, and there weren't stakes on the line, and I thankfully got the impression she wasn't trying to read me. At least, not like that. She was reading me, but she was trying to form her opinion of me, just like I was trying to with her. "Have you ever killed anyone?" she asked me. I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I didn't see as much combat as others, but I got in a few firefights," I said. "I had a few confirmed kills, and likely several more unconfirmed. And one of my investigations as an MP turned into a shootout with some human traffickers that ended... badly. Fuck, I haven't talked about that with anyone since I got out. I'd prefer you not bring it up with the girls, or Leo. Please." "I won't," she said quietly. "Have you?" I asked. "No," she shook her. "I mean, I have enough training that I could, but that wasn't ever supposed to be my job. I; I'd rather maybe talk about my story if I get more comfortable with you, but I've never carried more than a knife and a can of mace in my purse for self-protection and haven't ever needed to use either of them." "Does it bother you that I know?" I asked her. "I feel like it should, but I don't think it does," Kyla said, pursing her lips a little in thought after she said it. "I just spent the last four years living a secret life, but I've always lived a double life. You know, which means... I don't know what it means. Which is a first." "I told Erica," I said. "I wasn't supposed to, I don't think, but she can read me like a book and I didn't want to keep it from her anyways." Kyla smiled a little. "I could tell," she said. "I only picked up on little things from you because of the way she was acting." That made me chuckle a little. "Well, at least that's something. I'm not a complete waste." "So what now?" she asked. "You know that I know that you know. Do we need to set some ground rules or anything?"

Nolot tilanteet seuraavat tätä kaksikkoa etenkin auton ratissa - mikä on AC tai kosketusnäyttö? Esko kokee Suvin pettäneen häntä kesällä - miten ja kenen kanssa? Esko on mestari tekemään katoamistemppuja ja tämän faktan voi myös valitettavasti muut vahvistaa. 1800-luvun Tinder sai tekemään kaduttavia päätöksiä. Lisäksi keskusteltiin romantiikan hajuista, Kumman kaa:sta, viuhahtelijoista sekä mökkeilystä lasten kanssa.Radio Novan Iltapäivän kapellimestarit Esko Eerikäinen ja Suvi Hartlin tuovat naurua ja hersyvää viihdettä aina maanantaista torstaihin klo 14-18! Lähetyksen jälkitallenteen voi kuunnella heti seuraavana aamuna Podplaysta.

Join Opie and Matt for a wild ride at Gebhards Beer Culture in the heart of New York City! From the chaos of city noise to a hilarious tale of a front-yard pool stealing parking spots in Philly, this episode is packed with laughs and rants. The duo dives into summer struggles—AC nightmares, manual labor triumphs, and Matt's epic (alleged) LSD-fueled home run. They pay heartfelt tribute to the late Ozzy Osbourne, sharing stories of his down-to-earth charm and epic Ozzfest moments. Plus, banter about 1864 baseball, volleyball shenanigans, and Derek Jeter skipping old-timers' day. Grab a beer and tune in for unfiltered fun!

Marvel's First Family has finally arrived in the MCU, and so AC and Jake had to bring on some good friends - Cecelia, Howard, and Rod - to discuss their first entry in the franchise. They give their thoughts on the family dynamics, the strength of the performances, and what the movie is or isn't missing. Yes, the conversation goes longer than the runtime of the film. Follow Cecelia: @ceceliamstokes1 Follow Howard: @howardbryantbooks on instagram Follow Rod: @rodimusprime JOIN OUR PATREON: patreon.com/mcuniversitypod Follow the show: @mcuniversitypod Follow AC: @anthonycanton_3 Follow Jake: @thejakechristie

New York shooting: gunman dies from self-inflicted wound after killing four people; 2.7 million children expected to lose federal child tax credit; Residents frustrated over AC curbs in IN mobile home community; IL nonprofit supports local food system, despite uncertainty; New WA law provides workers easier access to files.

Sometimes, all it takes is one dance video.Follow Kim at ohkimmies.bsky.social‬The video that got KimATEEZ's 'ARRIBA'XLOV's '1&Only'The Break the Wall video(00:00) - A bit of show & tell (01:22) - K-pop with Kim (01:45) - What AC knows about K-pop (03:22) - What Matt knows about K-pop (05:55) - What is K-pop? (11:09) - Bang Chan (12:23) - The Generations of K-pop (15:07) - How Kim got into K-pop (24:37) - Stray Kids (26:22) - ATEEZ (28:43) - What do you think so far? (32:25) - XLOV (35:47) - The icky parts of K-pop (46:01) - Matt's Show & Tell (52:43) - The trading culture of K-pop (54:49) - Cultural Appropriation (59:29) - What Kim can't let go of (01:06:07) - Our Questions about K-Pop (01:07:48) - COLLECTIVE EFFERVESCENCE (01:10:28) - Break the wall! Support the show at https://ko-fi.com/matthortonWe're on Bluesky @cantletitgo.gay!Join The Worst Garbage Discord!Find AC at acfacci.comFind Matt at MattHorton.LIVEArt by Scout (https://ko-fi.com/humblegoat)Music by Ethan Geller Resources on PalestinePalestine Solidarity ToolkitDonate to Palestinian organizations providing relief and services in Gaza and the West Bank:Middle East Children's AllianceMedical Aid for PalestineAl-Awda Health and Community AssociationHebron International Resource NetworkBDS MovementOur History of Popular Resistance: Palestine Reading ListJewish Voice for Peace - First Steps for Palestinian FreedomJewish Voice for Peace - Take ActionOperation Olive BranchFind out more at https://cantletitgo.gay ★ Support this podcast ★

New York shooting: gunman dies from self-inflicted wound after killing four people; 2.7 million children expected to lose federal child tax credit; Residents frustrated over AC curbs in IN mobile home community; IL nonprofit supports local food system, despite uncertainty; New WA law provides workers easier access to files.

How To Develop Radical Faith? Part - 2 | അസാധാരണമായവിശ്വാസത്തെ എങ്ങനെ വികസിപ്പിക്കാം? ഭാഗം - 2 | Malayalam Daily Devotional | Br. Damien Antony | Morning Glory Podcast - 1670 | 29 July 2025

Arcana Coelestia 7550. And that My name may be told in the whole earth. That this signifies that thus where the church is the Lord may be acknowledged as the only God, is evident from the signification of “name,” as being everything in one complex by which the Lord is worshiped (see n. 2724, 3006, 6674); and as the veriest essential of worship is the acknowledgment that the Lord is the only God, and that His Human is Divine, and that from this proceeds all faith and love, therefore by the “name of Jehovah being told” is signified that the Lord is to be acknowledged as the only God (that the Divine Human of the Lord is the “name of Jehovah,” see n. 2628, 6887), and from the signification of “the earth,” as being the church (see just above, n. 7547). That Jehovah or the Lord in this and in many other passages wills that His might and power may appear, and His name be told, and elsewhere that He be humbly worshiped and adored, seems as if He desires to show forth His glory, and as if He loves adoration for the sake of Himself. But quite different is the real case. It is not for the sake of Himself, but for the sake of the human race; not from self-glory, but from love; for He wills to be conjoined with the human race, and to give them eternal life and happiness. This cannot be done unless the man is in humble worship; and there can be no humble worship unless the man acknowledges and believes that he himself is dust and ashes, that is, nothing but evil, and that Jehovah or the Lord is the Greatest and the Holiest, and that he dare not from himself approach Him. When man is in such humble worship, then the Lord can flow in with the life of His love, and give heaven and eternal happiness. This is the reason why Jehovah or the Lord so greatly extols His own power and glory in the Word.     AC 7541(2)... With the good who are to be uplifted into heaven, evils are successively separated, and the good are filled with goods according to the faculty of reception acquired in the world. And with the evil who are to be cast into hell, goods are successively separated, and the evil are successively filled with evils, according to the faculty of reception acquired in the world. Third Round posts are short audio clips taken from Round 3 comments offered in the online Logopraxis Life Group meetings. The aim is to keep the focus on understanding the Text in terms of its application to the inner life along with reinforcing any key LP principles that have been highlighted in the exchanges.

L'opération vacances apprenantes repose sur plusieurs dispositifs allant de École ouverte à des séjours en colonies de vacances. Ce dispositif a été lancé par le gouvernement en 2020, pour permettre de profiter de l'été tout en s'instruisant.  En 2020, Jean-Michel Blanquer, alors ministre de l'Education nationale, a débloqué 200 millions d'euros pour financer le programme "vacances apprenantes", qui devrait permettre à "un million" d'élèves sur les douze millions scolarisés en France, de rattraper pendant l'été le retard accumulé durant le confinement. Mais en quoi consiste ces vacances apprenantes ? Qui va encadrer tout ça ? Est-ce réellement une révolution pour l'éducation ? Ecoutez la suite dans cet épisode de "Maintenant vous savez". Date de première diffusion : 2 juillet 2020 A écouter aussi : Acétamipride : pourquoi ce pesticide est-il controversé ? Que faut-il manger quand il fait chaud ? Quels sont les effets du stress sur notre santé ? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The good listener and texter were right again when it came to JR's AC unit, Blue Jays get beat up in Baltimore, another gambling scandal and the Redblacks offense needs to show up Thursday against the Stamps.

Houston Astros outfielder Jacob Melton joins Wex and AC to talk about his rehab, his reunion on the active roster, love of baseball, impact on the roster, influences in baseball and life on the road toward October baseball!

¿Lo que te choca… te checa?¿De verdad todo lo que te molesta de alguien habla más de ti que de la otra persona?En este episodio exploramos esa idea: cuándo sí y cuándo no.Aprenderás:3 formas de saber si lo que te choca es tu reflejo.5 ideas poderosas para dejar de engancharte con personas o actitudes que te generan caos o miedoCómo mirar a los demás con más compasión… y a ti misma tambiénDale play y descubre si esas “piedritas en tu zapato” tienen algo que contarte sobre tu historia y tu energía.

Acá no nos cayamos. Acá nos expresamos libremente. Este espacio es de hinchas y para hinchas. Un nuevo episodio del Podcast de Mundo Millos con Jeisson Cárdenas, Juan Sebastián Gómez y Pablo Salgado.

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In the July edition of Monthly Spooky, Henrique and Michelle serve up a hot mix of the bizarre and the hilarious. From terrifying real-world mysteries to strange animal behavior, this episode is bursting with the eerie, the absurd, and the unexplainable:

How To Develop Radical Faith? Part - 1 | അസാധാരണമായ വിശ്വാസത്തെ എങ്ങനെ വികസിപ്പിക്കാം? ഭാഗം - 1 | Malayalam Daily Devotional | Br. Damien Antony | Morning Glory Podcast - 1669 | 28 July 2025

Send us a textHave you ever wondered what really goes on behind the scenes at your local fire department? Chief Corey Smedley pulls back the curtain on Montgomery County's Fire and Rescue Service, revealing surprising truths that challenge everything you thought you knew about emergency response.From practical summer safety tips about barbecuing and AC maintenance to flood preparedness advice, Chief Smedley provides life-saving information every resident should know. His journey from being inspired by his firefighter sister to leading one of the region's largest emergency service departments showcases the power of mentorship and personal growth. Whether you're interested in public safety, leadership principles, or simply want to better understand the evolving role of first responders in your community, this conversation offers valuable insights into the people who work tirelessly to keep Montgomery County safe. Ready to learn more? Visit mcfrs.org to explore resources and career opportunities with the department.

On les appelle dumb phone. Vos grands-parents en ont très certainement, ce sont des téléphones à touches ou à clapet ! On n'en croisait plus beaucoup sur le marché, mais le dumb phone revient à la mode, et pas chez les seniors ! Il semble avoir séduit une toute nouvelle clientèle : la génération Z, soit les personnes nées entre 1997 et 2010. Contrairement aux smartphones, les téléphones dits intelligents, le dumb phone, par traduction, le téléphone idiot, ne peut que passer des coups de fils ou envoyer des SMS. On connaît tous le côté addictif de notre téléphone. Revenir à un appareil plus simple, permet de s'en détacher. À quoi ça sert ? Pourquoi cela séduit spécifiquement la génération Z ? Et alors, quels sont ces effets ? Est-ce que ça peut faire concurrence aux smartphones ?  Un podcast Bababam Originals, écrit et réalisé par Joanne Bourdin. Première diffusion : 26 février 2024 À écouter aussi : Acétamipride : pourquoi ce pesticide est-il controversé ? Que faut-il manger quand il fait chaud ? Quels sont les effets du stress sur notre santé ? Retrouvez tous les épisodes de ⁠"Maintenant vous savez".⁠ Suivez Bababam sur ⁠Instagram⁠. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Wex and AC return from the weekend pissed off after a series sweep to the homeless Athletics. Where does the team go from here? Plus, news broke that the Texans will be without star running back Joe Mixon for a majority of the offseason period and training camp. Houston Chronicle's Sam Warren hops on in Hour 3 to talk all things training camp. There's also the Good, Bad, Ugly and more news surrounding the tight end position from training camp

Houston Chronicle's Houston Texans beat reporter hops on with AC and Wex to break down the first five days of training camp, the offsensive line stability, a revamped secondary and more!

  Why Your Car's AC Does More Than Cool You Down | That Don't Sound Right In this episode of That Don't Sound Right, hosts Peter and Cecil uncover the surprising science behind automotive air conditioning. Starting with a listener question about should you run the A/C with the heat in a car. It's not just about keeping you cool—modern AC systems actually condition the air by removing moisture, helping improve comfort and even windshield visibility. Along the way, they share entertaining stories from past episodes, including a callback to episode #36 The Great Loop, the iconic boating route circling the eastern U.S., and the curious case of a man navigating it in a jon boat. You'll hear reflections on how air conditioning has evolved, its impact on vehicle performance, and why running the AC in winter might actually be a good idea. With their trademark mix of humor, insight, and a dash of nostalgia for the pre-Google days of debate, Peter and Cecil deliver another episode where things that don't sound right... turn out to make perfect sense.

César Astudillo se define como un profesional multifacético. Trabaja en España. En esta entrevista hablamos de co-creación, de narrativas y formatos. César nos contó sobre un proyecto sobre inmigración donde le dieron un giro a la comunicación política para influenciar la discusión pública: Spectram. Acá ven un video del proyecto. Y un taller sobre narrativas de migraciones. También sobre sus clases de prospectiva y diseño de futuros a organizaciones. Hablamos de la conexión del diseño estratégico y la teoría queer que explica en este video. César nos recomienda: Design for the pluriverse de Arturo EscobarMirar el trabajo de: Gesturing towards decolonial futureEspecialmente las cartas: Ternura RadicalSuper fluxThe near future laboratoryEsta entrevista es parte de las listas: Inmigración y diseño, España y diseño, Diseño de servicios, Política y diseño, Educación en diseño, Ciencia y diseño, Diseño sostenible, Futuros y diseño y Cambio organizacional.

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Sowing And Reaping - 6 | വിതയും കൊയ്ത്തും - 6 | Malayalam Christian Messages | Br. Damien Antony | Morning Glory Podcast - 1668 | 26 July 2025

In heaven the idea of 'person' is turned into a thing AC 7562. He that feared the word of Jehovah of the servants of Pharaoh. That this signifies those things in the natural mind which were of the Lord, is evident from the signification of “him that feared the word of Jehovah,” as being the things that belong to the Lord, for by “him that fears,” in the internal sense, is not meant a person fearing, but a thing (that in heaven the idea of person is turned into that of thing, see n. 5225, 5287, 5434); therefore by “him that feared the word of Jehovah” is meant good and truth from the Lord; and from the signification of “the servants of Pharaoh,” as being the things of the natural mind. That “Pharaoh” denotes the natural in general, see n. 5160, 5799; hence his “servants” denote the things in the natural, or what is the same, that are in the natural mind; for the things in the natural from which man thinks and forms conclusions, constitute his mind. (What in the natural mind is of the Lord, and what not of the Lord, may be seen below, n. 7564) On remains 7556... The subject treated of in this verse and in the two following, is the good and truth which are reserved by the Lord, even with the evil; for the good and truth which have not been adjoined to evils and falsities, are not vastated; but are stored up by the Lord in the interiors, and are afterward brought forth for use. The reservation of good and truth with man by the Lord is signified by “remains” in the Word (concerning which see above, n. 468, 530, 560, 561, 576, 661, 798, 1738, 1906, 2284, 5135, 5342, 5344, 5897-5899, 6156). AC 7560... Good and truth are stored up within, and are there reserved by the Lord, even with the evil, in order that there may still be something human left; for man without these is not man, because the things stored up and reserved are good and truth, and by these man has communication with heaven; and insofar as man has communication with heaven, so far he is man. There is indeed a communication with heaven of the evil, even of those who are in hell, but no conjunction by good and truth; for as soon as good and truth flow down from heaven and come into hell, they are turned into evil and falsity, whence the conjunction is at once broken. Such is the communication. But although there is conjunction through the good and truth which are stored up and reserved in the interiors; yet the truths and goods in the interiors of those who are evil effect nothing more than to enable them to reason, and to think and speak from the sensuous, thus to confirm what is false and defend what is evil. Nothing more can be let out from the goods and truths stored up and reserved within them, for if more were let out, the truths and goods would perish, and thus nothing human would be left in them. What must unfold 7542. Upon thy heart signifies upon the inmost, This appears from the signification of the “heart,” as denoting that which is of the will, thus which is of the love (see n. 2930, 3313, 3888, 3889), consequently of the very life, for the love, insomuch as it is of the will constitutes the very life. Hence it is that the “heart” signifies the inmost. … In the other life, these things are unfolded according to the order in which they are arranged; first come forth those which occupy the ultimate circumferences; next which occupy the interior (parts) and at length is manifested the inmost. Hence it is that man in the other life passes through many states, and that the evil by degrees successively incur plagues before they are cast into hell, according to what was just said above. The inmost, at which they finally arrive, is hell itself with them, for it is the evil itself which had been of their love, thus the end for the sake of which they had done all things, and which in the world they had hidden away inmostly. Third Round posts are short audio clips taken from Round 3 comments offered in the online Logopraxis Life Group meetings.

Join Opie for a windy morning live stream from Long Island's coast, where he dives into a whirlwind of topics! From battling a broken AC and critters munching his beloved tomato plants to reflecting on the loss of icons like Hulk Hogan and Ozzy Osbourne, Opie's got stories and opinions galore. He shares hilarious tales of a front-yard pool in Philly, riffs on FU Friday with a jab at Trump over the Epstein files, and gushes about the must-watch "1971" music documentary. Expect laughs, rants, and heartfelt moments as Opie connects with fans, reminisces about radio rivalries, and navigates life's chaos—kid-free for a week! Tune in for a raw, unfiltered dose of Opie Radio.

On this episode, Bill and George discuss last several videos that George put out as well as the four shows that Bill went to little bit. Americna Cal-LOOK caravan, DKP reunion & EMPI History Tour with Dena Kirsten. Plus some projects in the work and a little bit of talk about electric AC on a Volkswagen.  Another round table for you guys to enjoy. Enjoy.   www.letstalkdubs.com www.vwtrendsmagazine.com www.russwulf.com use LTD10 for 10% off your order ICON pistons here   https://www.youtube.com/@the_Wagen https://www.youtube.com/@letstalkdubspodcast

Send us a textHey campers, get away from that AC unit repair man and over to the fire, we got some stories to tell. This week we tell you about Thomas Hickman, the mysteriously murdered Red Lobster Director who may have a strange connection to an episode to the hit show CSI?! We also tell you about the Boy Next Door Killer and how a string of murder may or may not be connected to 2001's boy next door Ashton Kutcher.

Obama hoaxes against Trump ruined Dilbert creator Scott Adams' life. Alina Habba isn't going anywhere. Sidney Sweeney new American Eagle model. Using AI for your medical advice. FREE Wurlitzer electric organ! What executive orders would you make as President? Matt's car AC is out. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week on the AC Podcast, Troy, Ben, and first-time co-host—and one of AC's newest filmmakers, Trystan Klassen—take a closer look at the latest Superman movie. But this isn't your standard superhero review.We dig into the Man of Steel's inner struggles, moral choices, and crisis of identity to uncover some surprising biblical parallels. Not just with Jesus… but with Moses! From adoption and exile to hidden identity and reluctant leadership, there's more biblical resonance here than you might expect.Join us for a fresh take on Krypton's finest that might just change how you see both the film, and the Bible.

EPISODIO 6 – ¿Qué hago cuando pierdo la motivación?No siempre vas a estar motivado, y eso está bien. Acá te explico qué pasa en el cerebro cuando perdemos la motivación y cómo podés volver a tomar acción, incluso sin ganas. Estrategias reales, ciencia simple y un recordatorio importante: la motivación no es lo que te mueve, lo que te mueve es la acción.

Sowing And Reaping - 5 | വിതയും കൊയ്ത്തും - 5 | Malayalam Christian Messages | Br. Damien Antony | Morning Glory Podcast - 1667 | 25 July 2025

Andy Z is building a home theater in his basement with a JMGO N1 Ultra projector mounted on the ceiling. Unfortunately, there's a big AC duct running across the ceiling; if he puts the projector in front of the duct, the image is too small for his screen, but if he puts it behind the duct, the image is too big. How to solve this dilemma? Scott Wilkinson offers some advice. Host: Scott Wilkinson Download or subscribe to Home Theater Geeks at https://twit.tv/shows/home-theater-geeks Want access to the ad-free video and exclusive features? Become a member of Club TWiT today! https://twit.tv/clubtwit Club TWiT members can discuss this episode and leave feedback in the Club TWiT Discord.

Our Road to Doomsday series continues, with AC and Jake bringing on friend of the show Dpalm to first discuss Kevin Feige's recent interview, then the future of the X-Men in the MCU, up to AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY and beyond, as they reboot the characters. Follow Dpalm: @dpalm66 JOIN OUR PATREON: patreon.com/mcuniversitypod Follow the show: @mcuniversitypod Follow AC: @anthonycanton_3 Follow Jake: @thejakechristie

Genuine repentance doesn't fade after an emotional moment—it keeps bearing fruit in an ongoing life of obedience, surrender, and spiritual renewal (Ac. 26:20; Mt. 3:8; Col. 2:6). Real Christians keep repenting, because grace not only forgives but fuels a lifelong pursuit of holiness.

Welcome to the Plant Cunning Podcast! In this special, longest-ever episode, hosts AC and Isaac Hill are joined once again by Sara Mastros to delve deep into the art of tarot reading. Discover tips on becoming a skilled tarot reader, get an exclusive first look at Sara's revamped Fool's Dog Tarot app, and experience the two dynamic tarot readings conducted during this episode. Sara also shares personal updates on her latest writings and educational courses. Stick around to explore unique deck recommendations and deep insights into the intersection of intuition and structured reading. Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more explorations into the mysteries of nature!00:00 Introduction to the Plant Cunning Podcast00:31 Special Episode Overview01:27 Announcements and Offers03:15 Introducing Sara Mastros and Her Work05:38 Deep Dive into Tarot12:35 Understanding Tarot Decks and Recommendations32:35 The Fool's Dog App and Its Features44:06 Navigating App Updates and Beta Testing45:45 App Features and User Experience46:45 Exploring Tarot Decks and Spreads47:45 Personalizing Your Tarot Experience48:49 Recording and Sharing Readings01:11:11 Digital Rights and Supporting Artists01:14:10 Preparing for a Tarot Reading01:16:44 Exploring Tarot Decks01:17:20 Prairie Deck and Similar Styles01:18:12 Housewives Tarot and Its Surprising Depth01:18:45 Travel-Themed Tarot Decks01:18:57 Cosmic Tarot and Line Strider01:19:40 Fairytale Tarot and Personal Connections01:20:07 Boey Deck of Virtually Delights01:20:53 Choosing a Deck for the Reading01:21:06 Starting the Tarot Reading01:22:39 Interpreting the Cards01:27:34 Reflecting on the Reading01:40:04 Additional Decks and Their Unique Features01:42:25 Exploring Tarot Decks for Middle-Aged Women01:42:50 Unique Tarot Decks and Their Artistic Appeal01:43:23 Quantum Tarot: A Deck for Science Enthusiasts01:44:27 Shining Tribe and Byzantine Icon Tarot Decks01:46:51 Voyager Tarot: Nostalgia and Practicality01:48:22 Live Tarot Reading: Business Success Spread01:52:11 Interpreting Tarot Readings and Personal Insights02:05:41 The Fool's Dog App: Features and Benefits02:09:36 Conclusion and Final Thoughts

SHOW NOTES: Coming up this hour, we've got a show packed with tips to make your home look and feel better and safer. We'll also be tackling home improvement questions from across the country, including calls from DIYers just like you! Here's what's ahead on The Money Pit: - Late Summer Clean and Refresh: We'll bring you smart tips to tidy up your spaces, freshen the air, and reset your home before the autumn back-to-school buzz and pumpkin spice takeover. - Protecting Your Home from Water Damage: With flash floods and heavy rain making headlines, we'll share smart, simple steps to protect your house from water damage and ensure you stay informed with weather alerts. - Fast, Smart Fire Safety Checks: We'll walk you through essential fire safety checks, from your backyard grills to your garden gear, so you can relax and safely enjoy the season. - SpreadStone Decorative Concrete Resurfacing Kit Giveaway: One lucky caller will win this DIY dream, valued at $150, which transforms plain concrete into a stunning stone finish.   Q & A: - Brian in Arkansas is dealing with a mysterious musty odor in his crawlspace that only appears in the summertime when he's away from home. An exhaust fan might just be what he needs to improve air quality - Linda in Maryland needs advice on how to repair and conceal cracks in the concrete slabs on her brick porches. We advise her to caulk the area and sprinkle with dust and chips to match the current concrete color. - Keith in Georgia has a problem with bats in his attic, specifically bat droppings, and needs to know the best way to evict them safely. - Leah in California says her dad's AC system has been leaking Freon for years! Instead of just refilling the refrigerant, we recommend finding out the root cause of the leak and addressing that. - Courtney in New Jersey has a raised garden bed with several tree stumps that need to be removed, and she's looking for suggestions on how to tackle them when a grinder might be difficult to use. - Judy in Texas is experiencing significant problems with deer eating all her plants and is seeking solutions to keep them away from her garden. We recommend a variety of solutions to keep those hungry deer out.   ASK A QUESTION: Need help with your own home improvement or décor question? We'd love to help! Call the show 24/7 at 888-MONEY-PIT (888-666-3974) or post your question here: https://www.moneypit.com/ask. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On this week's episode, it is just the original creators of this show, and you can tell they are actually friends. Derek talks about his trip to Mexico, and Scotty is going to start an AC unit business in the UK. Shane Gillis kills it at the ESPY's, and a couple gets caught having an affair at a Coldplay concert. Are female bodybuilders overrated or underrated, and who on the show could go a full day without wearing underwear? What are some rejected "Bop-It" commands, and what restaurants would you not go to even if they would feed you for free? What would be the worst things to do if you could time travel, and could you live with yourself if you proposed in a public venue and got embarrassingly shut down? Enjoy another hilarious episode, and keep on laughing!

In this episode our teenage daughter joins us as we recap our past few weeks of craziness performing shows day and night. We talk about one of the hardest load-ins for a show ever, losing my voice while performing multiple shows a day, our 4th of July, Lana going to high school, getting our AC fixed only to have the repair man return twice for the AC leaking leaving water stains on our ceiling, and Natalie & I had a Superman date night as well. Wesiseli.com Patreon.com/wes_iseli

Join Opie and comedian Ron the Waiter for a hilariously chaotic episode of the Opie Radio podcast, recorded live from Long Island's chilly oceanfront. Opie rants about a costly new AC unit, a sibilant lisp mishap from his last stream, and his beef with the Washington Redskins name change controversy. Meanwhile, Ron steals the show with jaw-dropping tales of swimming in Coney Island's murky waters, confessing to some unconventionalocean habits, and recounting a terrifying near-drowning rescue that turned into a Baywatch-style spectacle. From healthcare scams to riptide survival tips, this episode is a rollercoaster of laughs, rants, and raw beachside stories. Tune in for a dose of unfiltered comedy and chaos!

(00:00-17:03) Doug tells the story of dancing with Walter Payton. What if Derrick Henry came up and asked you to dance? Audio of Coach Drinkwitz on Golic & Golic talking about his playoff proposal. Workshopping his proposal and other ideas.(17:11-30:51) Terry Crouppen joins us in studio. The browns and grays of St. Louis. New Zealand. Buying sanitary products at a Japanese drug store. Terry's wearing his dog on a shirt. Beating the St. Louis heat with AC. Cold and dirty winters.(31:01-39:17) Katie Woo in the Athletic says Mozeliak won't sell just to be doing so. When was the last time the Cardinals had a truly fun team? Should we all get perms?See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.