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Joe, Jon and the rest of the Morning Show talk about a few of Daryl Morey's comments from his exit interview yesterday, Rory McIlroy winning the Masters, and more!

Could the Eagles Target a Cornerback in the NFL Draft? | Eagles Draft Talk

At Least 18 Dead in U.S. South & Midwest Storms; Asian Markets Plunge Over U.S. Tariffs | NTD Good Morning

St. Patrick's Day has come and gone and we've got some stupid stories from Boston--the home of the most Irish--who brought the "Borg". If you've ever had a "flapper" in your nose: A nose goblin that's hiding up in the netheregions that you can't get to. One man was digging away so hard, he punctured an artery. A couple learns a lesson about keeping a dog in the house with a loaded gun in bed.In this episode...[A Piece Of My Mind] Sorry, Kids. Millennial Parents Say "NO Sleep-overs"; At Least 13 Facing Charges As Gen Z "Borg" Drinking Trend Takes Over St. Patrick's Day Parade In Boston; Botox Use Has Become So Frequent Some Users Are Developing Immunity; A Guy Picked His Nose Too Aggressively & Hit an Artery; Surprised TV News Anchor Reports on Man Shot in Leg by His Dog; Woman Accused Of Selling Human Toes Puked By Dogs Avoids Jail; Uber Driver Says a Mom Left Her BABY in His Car to Make Sure He Didn't Leave; Embalmer Accused Of Severing Dead Man's Penis–Then Stuffed It In The Corpse's Mouth!My Insane FL Nephew, "Pancho Guero" is trying out red light therapy for his sinuses...after they heal from a bad infection. He'll also answer some burning questions about lending a betting boyfriend money for March Madness & whether a dad should bail out an adult son like his ex-wife wants him to! Test your stupidity against Pancho to figure out if this headline is fake news or a real Florida fact: "A Holiday man was arrested for driving a stolen car with a monkey riding shotgun." And read all the real stories from this week's episode in the "Insane Erik Lane's Stupid World" Telegram channel! Download the app & get stupid at t.me/InsaneErikLane!

Galactus, Wanda Maximoff, Mole Man, and Thor are ALL characters not in this show, BUT that doesn't take away the fact that Daredevil is in the MCU and after FOUR episodes, we at Why So Sidious are confident in our future as nerd fandom connoisseurs AT LEAST as far as the on-screen portrayal of Matt Murdock goes WHICH was an important task after such a beautiful Netflix show for the Man Without Fear. Whatever, THE PUNISHER is back. Frank Castle delivers without even pulling a trigger. We talk, we converse, we discuss. Follow us on social media: Twitter/Instagram/TikTok: @whysosidiouspod YouTube: www.youtube.com/@whysosidiouspod?app=desktop Email us questions/requests: whysosidious@yahoo.com Subscribe, Rate, and Review! Send us your questions/comments!Support the show

On a warm November evening in 1996, in the rural farmland not far from Delhi, the remains of two aircraft plummeted from the skies. The collision which caused them to fall is still the deadliest mid-air collision in history. Videos: Mayday/Air Crash Investigation episode on Charkhi Dadri collision Disaster Breakdown: The Charkhi Dadri mid-air collision Remains of Charkhi Dadri mid-air collision "Head On" Articles and books: Accident report Human error is blamed for crash At Least 349 Are Killed in Collision Indian Officials Gather Evidence on Midair Collision Haryana's Charkhi Dadri plans a memorial for 1996 mid-air collision victims

What is your expectation for the Pirates in the Paul Skenes era? We want to see them AT LEAST win a wild card series. Joe doesn't think there will be a fight in the 4 Nations Championship, but Austin believes the emotions will cause one. Did the Pirates move off Bryan De La Cruz too early? Who should play first base with Spencer Horwitz out?

At Least 11 Dead After Severe Flooding Sweeps The South; Hundreds Of Thousands Without Power; Abandoned Mine Land program frozen as Appalachia faces severe flooding; Solar power gives MN resort new blood, new life.

In Episode 204, Dave spends a fair amount of time discussing DOGE before turning his attention internationally again to Australia and Germany. He also discusses the Middle East for good measure. After that, Dave discusses some domestic faire regarding buyouts, Dallas PD, and Worcester, MA being threatened into voting for themselves to become a sanctuary city for trannies and the gender dysphoric. Articles discussed: At Least 20 Injured as Driver Ploughs Car Into Crowd in Germany by Oliver JJ Lane from Breitbart Hamas Backs Down: Agrees to Resume Releasing Israeli Hostages by Simon Kent from Breitbart Trump, Musk Winning the War on Waste: 75K Federal Workers Take Buyout Offer by Simon Kent from Breitbart Dallas police won't join ICE deportation raids, interim chief tells immigrant meetings by Michael Dorgan from Fox News Massachusetts town votes to become a transgender 'sanctuary city' after wild city council meeting by Nikolas Lane & Alexa Moutevelis from Fox NewsSupport Dave by visiting his Etsy shop at DesignsbyDandTStoreAvailable for Purchase - Fiction:When Rome Stumbles | Hannibal is at the Gates | By the Dawn's Early Light | Colder Weather | A Time for Reckoning (paperback versions) | Fiction Series (paperback) | Fiction Series (audio)Available for Purchase - Non-Fiction:Preparing to Prepare (electronic/paperback) | Home Remedies (electronic/paperback) | Just a Small Gathering (paperback) | Just a Small Gathering (electronic)

In Episode 204, Dave spends a fair amount of time discussing DOGE before turning his attention internationally again to Australia and Germany. He also discusses the Middle East for good measure. After that, Dave discusses some domestic faire regarding buyouts, Dallas PD, and Worcester, MA being threatened into voting for themselves to become a sanctuary city for trannies and the gender dysphoric. Articles discussed: At Least 20 Injured as Driver Ploughs Car Into Crowd in Germany by Oliver JJ Lane from Breitbart Hamas Backs Down: Agrees to Resume Releasing Israeli Hostages by Simon Kent from Breitbart Trump, Musk Winning the War on Waste: 75K Federal Workers Take Buyout Offer by Simon Kent from Breitbart Dallas police won't join ICE deportation raids, interim chief tells immigrant meetings by Michael Dorgan from Fox News Massachusetts town votes to become a transgender 'sanctuary city' after wild city council meeting by Nikolas Lane & Alexa Moutevelis from Fox News Support Dave by visiting his Etsy shop at DesignsbyDandTStore Available for Purchase - Fiction: When Rome Stumbles | Hannibal is at the Gates | By the Dawn's Early Light | Colder Weather | A Time for Reckoning (paperback versions) | Fiction Series (paperback) | Fiction Series (audio) Available for Purchase - Non-Fiction: Preparing to Prepare (electronic/paperback) | Home Remedies (electronic/paperback) | Just a Small Gathering (paperback) | Just a Small Gathering (electronic)

Yes I kept Amie's preamble in on purpose because I thought it was funny!Today we're talking about locking in, getting stuff done, and thriving as creatives. Expect a discussion about how to treat ourselves and our bodies well, not striving for perfection, and how to go from small steps to big goals.TOUR THINGS:We have LOCKED IN two bookshops in Brooklyn in the evenings of the 11th and 13th of March, so if you're in the NYC area, please save those dates. Plus we'll be in Philly on the 12th also in book stores. More to come as well as official links to the events.We'll be hitting the UK hard after getting home on the 18th. So expect AT LEAST a London event and an event in the South Oxfordshire/Buckinghamshire area.Berlin will be something between the 31st of March and the 3rd of April. Amsterdam probably either the 4th or the 5th of April.Sydney and Melbourne will happen some time between the 9th and the 23rd of April. Sorry we can't give you more info. We are organising most of this ourselves and there are lots of balls in the air as we have to liase with each book shop individually.We are excited though!00:00 Introduction and Podcast Setup02:24 Book Tour Announcements03:54 Locking In and Productivity23:26 The Myth of the Perfect Day29:53 The Illusion of Freedom for Successful Creatives30:56 Balancing Offers and Autonomy31:24 Media Consumption and Influences35:51 The Level System for Creative Productivity38:07 Maintaining Creative Identity43:38 Navigating Different Levels of Productivity47:55 The Challenges of Professional Creativity52:45 Wrapping Up and Future Plans

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What's the endgame of the $500 Billion Stargate A.I. Initiative? How does it relate to the medical system, transhumanism, and the mapping of the human brain? What do vaccines have to do with all of this? The answers may shock you... Link to peer-reviewed study referenced: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/384844917_At_Least_55_Undeclared_Chemical_Elements_Found_in_COVID-19_Vaccines_from_AstraZeneca_CanSino_Moderna_Pfizer_Sinopharm_and_Sputnik_V_with_Precise_ICP-MS www.alchemicaltechrevolution.com

Meeple Nation Podcast: Episode 558 - Top Thirty Games of All-Time... At Least for Now. Here it is, our top 10 games of all-time. We have some more crossover, but mostly we have a list of some amazing games. Come join us at the game table.

Hey friend! Have you ever wondered how you blend different wood tones or how to honor your child's artwork in a way that looks intentional and well put together rather than a haphazard selection or placement? Maybe you're considering buying a new couch or replacing your dining room table, but you're stuck with decision overwhelm. The way I see it? You have two choices? Do nothing and resign to the idea that you'll just live with what you have no matter your desire for change OR make the first step toward action.  In today's episode I'm talking with Dee during a Decorating SOS Call about creating a cohesive, warm, inviting open concept area in her home. It's her first action step toward reaching the goals she has for her home. The rooms in question are her kitchen, dining room, living room and entryway. With a recent fresh coat of paint (going from yellow to a warm white), the foundation for every other change has been made. But Dee's wondering what she should do first.  Does she buy the couch, hang the art, replace the dining table?  In this episode you get to be a fly on the wall as I talk to her about choosing a color palette (red or blue), honoring her grandchild's artwork and hanging a gallery wall - all while saving her AT LEAST $2000 when the recommendation is to NOT buy a new credenza or dining room table.  Are you ready to reach the goals you have for your home - taking the first step toward creating a home you delight in? Book a Decorating SOS Coaching Call.   // Links mentioned in show: // Email: hello@figandfarmathome.com Website: https://figandfarmathome.com Book a Decorating SOS Coaching Call: https://www.figandfarmathome.com/decorating-sos Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/figandfarm/ FREE Facebook Community: https://www.bit.ly/design101group The Collective Membership Waitlist: https://figandfarmathome.myflodesk.com/waitlist   Happy styling!! xo, dani

Turn your videos into live streams with https://restream.io The Dallas Cowboys got (relatively) good news on DeMarvion Overshown that should have fans excited. Plus the Mike McCarthy conversation going on everywhere including at The Star in Frisco with Jerry Jones and company, and some offseason and NFL Draft Q&A. What is the biggest Cowboys need? There are a lot of options. - A non CeeDee Lamb wide receiver. - Defensive tackle. Mazi Smith is the only one on the roster next year. - Running back. You ready for the Deuce Vaughn and Hunter Luepke backfield? Let's get Rico Dowdle a new deal. - Offensive line. Their hodgepodge throwtogether group hasn't been bad the last couple of weeks but they have to figure out what Tyler Guyton has and who is replacing Zack Martin. Is it Brock Hoffman? - Linebacker. Damone Clark and Marist Liufau is your whole linebacker group next year. Overshown isn't playing AT LEAST the first half of the season. - Cornerback. With Jourdan Lewis set to be a free agent, there's no one on the roster to put with Trevon Diggs and DaRon Bland.

Life isn't fair. So when you fight back, fight dirty. In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family's ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I'd never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise. Our split up was inevitable, two teenagers who knew nothing about life thinking their infatuation with each other would make everything else workout. I wasn't an all-star, super jock, Rhodes Scholar with a 12" swinging cock. I was just your average student, A and B grades, spending some bench time on the football team to get my letter, and losing my virginity at 18 to the girl I'd eventually marry. When times got rough, we didn't know how to handle it, and struck out at each other. Her family often stepped in and helped out when they could, but time after time, the great sex wasn't enough to make up for the difference in our wants, needs and ambitions. In the end, we gave up. Sometimes I think it's a miracle we made it through 5 years. Our devotion to our children allowed us to finally see past our own issues, and work out a remarkably amiable truce, with our girls at the center. Even though Denise and I couldn't live together, it turned out we got along a lot better divorced. We shared our daughters' time, lived only one neighborhood apart, and worked together as a team to make our personal differences have as little impact on our girls as possible. I had initially shared an apartment uptown, but eventually bought one of the smallest houses in the same school district, just to make things easier. It was a lot more than I needed most of the time, but when the girls stayed with me it felt like a home. And we only lived a couple of miles apart. The neighborhood was nice, predominantly younger families, in older, smallish homes. Most of the people were cordial, kept up their property, and after a few years I knew many by name and would exchange greetings at the grocery store, or when out shopping. I had become suburbanized. This was our fourth Christmas since the divorce. Denise was living with Eric, who I wish I could despise, but he was a decent guy with a great job and lousy taste in sports teams. He doted on my girls without trying to take my place. It had taken a while, but we'd developed a friendship, which wasn't a bad thing. My child support was pegged at just over $1500, with the kids on my health insurance. Even though we weren't married long enough for alimony to kick in, I was paying another $500 a month just to make the kids' lives better. And for me, that was all that really mattered. The expense had been rough at first, but with little to concentrate on other than work, my performance skyrocketed. Two promotions in three years had made the financial aspect much less problematic, but increased travel had made the ability to be available for the girls less guaranteed. Denise was good about it, and worked with me. In return I picked up some more of the girls' expenses, including music lessons and a piano. At Least we still had Christmas Christmas was special. We celebrated Christmas as an extended family. I'd come over early, and we'd have a big family breakfast and open all the presents together. I really went all out to make sure the girls got their favorite items. At six and eight years old, they were still young enough to have simple wants, and the magic of Christmas was as real as it gets. The in-laws would come over in the afternoon with more presents and we'd have a good old fashioned Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. It was nice to be part of something. I got a Christmas shut-down at work and Denise didn't, so we agreed that they'd stay with me from Christmas to New Year's, and any time she could get off, we'd usually work out something to get her time with the kids. It was understood that I wouldn't leave town, at least not for more than a day. Summer was great with the 2 weeks I got to spend with them, and we'd usually spend it on the beach. Christmas was still different. Christmas was magical. I always was given the girl's wish list, but I'd also start my shopping in late November for the must have items of the season. And I wasn't stingy; I'd buy them all up, just to make sure I didn't miss any. Stores, online auctions, Craigslist, I'd use any way possible to get my hands on the hottest presents. The first two years I'd caught hell from Denise for buying everything on the list, leaving nothing for them to get. Now I received a separate list of things I wasn't allowed to buy. So it was that I had just finished wrapping my forty-fourth present, all in glitter Barbie paper for Briana, and in Hannah Montana paper for Allora. December 5th, my earliest date so far to finish the bulk of my shopping. Sure, I'd pick up a few more things, including something for Denise and Eric, but my girls were taken care of. The presents were carefully spread around my living room, where they'd remain on display until just before Christmas, when I'd bring them over to Denise's in a big ceremony. The call came from Denise's mother, Sharon. It took me 11 minutes flat to get to the hospital. I was still too late. Denise and Briana had both died en-route. Eric had passed away only ten minutes before I'd arrived. But Allora, my perfect little Allora, was fighting for her life, in critical condition. She'd always been a fighter, would never back down from any challenge. She'd beat this too, I just knew it. It was a freak accident, with a car dodging out of the way to miss a coyote on the road. An 18 wheeler behind the car did his best to avoid the car in front of him, but ended up fishtailing, and taking out a suburban in the next lane over. That vehicle crossed the median and hit my ex-wife's family van head-on. Six dead already and one little girl still fighting hard for her dear life. Sharon and I kept a vigil over the little towhead, and when the doctors came out after 6 hours and declared the worst was over and she was in stable condition, we fell into each other's arms and cried like children. We stayed by her side, one of us always present, and Sharon called me when my baby woke up and spoke. For three long days we watched her slowly heal in the hospital, the worst of her bruises, cuts and contusions blossoming on the second day, and only just starting to fade again. I'm not a religious guy by nature, but I found myself on my knees beside her bed, praying to God to take care of her, and giving thanks for pulling her through this horrendous disaster. At 4:18 pm on December 7th, she passed away. No warning, no reason, she was there, and then she wasn't. The doctors suspected a clot. I suspected incompetence. I finally understood how a person could get so down on themselves that life might not even feel worth living. I went home and shut myself off from the world. After a while I took the phone off the hook. Hell, let's be honest, I ripped the fucking wires out of the wall so I didn't have to listen to one more bleeding heart tell me they were “sorry for my loss”. The cell phone was easier. I just turned it off. Several people from work came by and assured me that I could take as much time as I needed. They'd bring me food, and news, and would leave as soon as they felt they'd spent the minimum time required socially by the situation. Denise's family took care of the funeral arrangements. They attempted to call, and even stopped by for my input. I gave them a check for $10,000 to take care of the girls, nearly wiping out my savings. What was I going to spend it on now? I couldn't bring myself to go to the showing but I did take a shower and put on a suit for the funeral. It was a bleak day, gray skies, 20 mile an hour winds threatening to tear the top off of the outdoor tent. The ground was soggy from rain the previous night. Just perfect. "Thanks, God. Piss on a guy when he's down. Well, fuck You too." I shook the required hands, and kissed the offered cheeks until I just couldn't take it any longer. All these fake people. Fake emotions. Tell me how sorry they were then go home to their perfect little families and eat meatloaf. Fuck'em. Fuck'em all. Fourteen days. Two solid weeks in that dark house. I wouldn't turn on any lights. No TV. I didn't bathe, I didn't shave. I sat in my chair or I lay in my bed and wallowed. I had a few visitors after the first couple of days, but I'd rarely let them in, and before long they had the decency to stop showing up. Only Cathy from next door wouldn't let me sink into complete oblivion. Every day, at least 3 times a day, she'd check in on me. I wouldn't have let her in, but she had a key to the back door for emergencies and wasn't afraid to use it. She'd open the windows a crack, and goad me into getting out of bed and at least sit in the living room. She'd bring food, which she'd set in front of me, and refused to leave until I at least tried it. I insisted on getting my key back, and she handed it over willingly enough. And showed up again the next day. She'd made copies. Meddlesome bitch. Again, she badgered me into eating her breakfast. And she'd talk. God, how that woman could talk! I got tired just listening. All the neighborhood gossip, town gossip, political gossip, school gossip - she was plugged in everywhere and knew it all. Who was doing what, or whom. Griping about people who still had Thanksgiving decorations up, or had Christmas blowups in their front yard. Church fiascos and neighborhood vendettas, she would sit there, drink her tea (or bourbon and coke if the sun had set) and fill me in. I didn't care. It had been two weeks since the accident. I'd lost more than 10 pounds, and really just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But Cathy wouldn't let me. She made it her personal mission to cheer me up, get me to respond, bring me back to life. Then one day she let me have it with both barrels. She walked up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard. "Damn it Alex! Snap out of it! Life is hard. And it isn't fair, but as bad as you have it, there's always someone who has it worse. Often in your own backyard if you have the eyes to see it." "What do you know about it?" I snapped viciously. "I notice your kids are alive." "I know my mother died when I was six, and my father left when I was thirteen, leaving Mike to raise my sister and me. He was seventeen years old. But he manned-up and did the job the best he could. That's what I know. Life is hard." "Life is hard. Life's a bitch and then you die. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When God closes a door he opens a window. If I hear one more God-damned cliché I swear I'll kill something," I growled. "Alex, you got a raw deal. You had two perfect little girls, and now they're gone. Your past is shattered. Your little bit of immortality is lost. And as bad as you've got it, I'd remind you others have it worse, and they just press on. You need to as well," Cathy told me, kneeling beside me and holding my hands. The woman barely knew me. A middle-aged mother of three with grown kids, and a workaholic husband. Her life was her home, keeping it immaculate and decorated for every holiday and season. Now it seemed I was her newest project. Why should I matter that much to her? Couldn't she see I didn't want her help? "Sure, starving Ethiopians, children in Nigeria dying of aids, Tibetan monks martyred, it's a tough world. Boo hoo." "You don't have to look as far as Ethiopia or Tibet. There are people right here, right on your own block that are really struggling. Open your eyes. If you don't like the unfairness do something about it. Even up the odds a bit. Make a difference somewhere. Get back to living." Something she said must have gnawed its way down to my subconscious. I spent my usual 14 hours or so in bed, but when I awoke I was thinking about her constant comments about someone in my own backyard that had it worse. I cataloged each person on my block, in my head, and nobody really had it that bad. Sure, Neil, three doors down had lost his job, but his wife was still working, and he was looking. The Harris's on the corner had a boy in Iraq, but as far as I could tell he was still Ok, and they had three more at home. The Martins, one down from the corner, fought all the time, and even had the cops called in on them once but they were still together. What did Cathy mean? I expanded the radius of consideration to include the blocks surrounding us. Then it hit me. Across the alley in back, two houses past Cathy's own. Six months ago. Barry Morrison had driven into an empty field behind the local middle school and eaten a bullet. I didn't know much about the family - I just knew there was one. When Cathy came over, I had showered off the top two layers of grime and sweat, and was drinking a Coke in the living room. "Good morning, Alex, beautiful day outside. Why don't we go out on the porch?" "The Morrisons. Tell me about them." She placed her mug of tea in the microwave, warming it up, then walked out my front door and sat in one of my rocking chairs out front. Irritated, I followed, and sat in the chair beside her. "The Morrisons?" "Sandy and her daughter Erica. You won't see much of her; she's working two jobs trying to keep the house over their heads. They're still fighting with the insurance company over payment. Suicide clause won't pay under two years. He had insurance for years, but just around two years ago he changed the terms. She's been trying to sell the house, but it's underwater, and nobody's buying." "How's the little one?" "Erica's not doing so well. She's seeing a counselor twice a week, and hardly speaks anymore. The school's talking about holding her back," Cathy explained. She sounded sad. "Do we know anything more about why he did it?" "No crimes, he wasn't fired, no embezzling, it's not clear what it was about. Apparently he'd been depressed for quite a while, but the underlying situation is still a blank as far as I know." "Harsh on the family, going out like that," I told her, finding the whole idea hard to grasp. "To say the least. The poor woman is worn to a frazzle." "And how does this all matter to me?" I asked. "It doesn't. It doesn't have to matter to anybody. They're on their own. Alone." "No family help?" "Not that I know of. If they're around, we don't see much of them, that's for sure." "Cathy, how the hell do you know all this stuff?" I had to ask. "People just like to talk to me. I'm a very good listener," she told me with a big smile. We sat quietly enjoying the crisp air, finishing our drinks. "You're a good neighbor too, Cathy. Thanks," I said softly. "That's what neighbors are for," she said, reaching out and patting me on my arm. That's what neighbors are for. Cathy brought me dinner again and I realized I was starving. She beamed at me when I finished the whole platter. "Let's go for a walk, Alex. You could use a stretch of the legs." It had gotten chilly, and we bundled up a bit. She took the lead and we walked down the block and turned up the neighborhood. We headed back up the next block and she regaled me with the entire history and habits of the inhabitants of each place we passed. She might have been a good listener, but I had to wonder when she ever was quiet long enough to hear anything. It was obvious when we got to Sandy Morrison's place. The "For Sale" sign was a dead giveaway. The unkempt yard and overgrown bushes indicated a lack of care for months. It couldn't help with the sales prospects. The door paint was faded, and there were no Christmas lights or decorations set up. I thought the Realtor wasn't earning their commission, letting the place show like this. Through the window I could see a desktop Christmas tree, maybe two feet tall, lit up all in white. Strangely, Cathy stopped speaking before we got to the house, and didn't speak again until the end of the block. "Sad," was all she said. We took a round-about path back to my house, and our conversation had returned to the safety of weather concerns, community issues, and such, carefully skirting any discussion of the Morrisons. I was feeling the chill after the walk, and invited Cathy in for a cup of coffee, Irish fortified if she so desired. We drank our coffee in front of my gas fireplace, warming our old bones. Damn that neighbor of mine, and her good intentions! She'd not only gotten me to think of something other than my own misery, and the unfairness of it all, but she had me thinking about those poor girls behind me, and what they must be going through. Damn it! It wasn't fair. I guess I still wasn't ready for pleasant company. Angry at the world, I threw my mug at the wall, shattering it, and leaned over with my head in my hands, doing my best to hold back the tears. Big boys don't cry. Cathy stood and ran her fingers through my hair for just a moment before leaving out the back door. Kind enough to leave me alone to wallow in my misery a little longer. December 22nd. Just three days until Christmas. When Cathy came over that morning, I was already up and dressed. I had my working duds on and coffee and bagels ready. "You're up early," she commented, helping herself to the java. "It's almost 10," I reminded her. "Not so awfully early." She laughed. "Seems to me anything before noon is quite early as of late. Got plans?" I nodded. "Thought I'd head over to the Morrison's and see what I can do about the outside of the house. Clean it up a bit. Make it a little more presentable if they're really planning on selling it." "That's mighty neighborly of you." "It'll give me something to do. I need to get out of this damned house." After our coffee, she walked with me across the alley, all my yard-work gear in a wheelbarrow. The grass was dormant, but long, and the bushes were out of control. I didn't notice when Cathy left, but she returned in a few hours with some sandwiches for lunch, insisting I take a break. I'd finished the bush trimming and had mowed the lawn, bagging the trimmings. I was just finishing the edging when she appeared. I took a break, and listened to her chatter about the neighborhood activities, and how sad it was that in the past few months nobody had offered to do as much as I had. "I guess we victims of fate need to stick together." "It already looks 100% better. If you want to work in the backyard, I have a key to the gate." "It figures you would." "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "It just doesn't surprise me. I bet you've been helping out when you could." She sighed. "Not too much. She's too damn proud. Doesn't want any help from anybody." I shook my head. "Now you tell me. She'll probably call the police on me." "So what if she does? You know you're doing the right thing. I'll bail you out if need be." I let her unlock the back gate, and saw I had my work cut out for me. The back yard was worse than the front. The fence needed work as well, some boards were broken and loose, and one whole section was sagging. Luckily, my tools were only a couple of hundred feet away, across the alley, and I was soon at work, determined to finish before the residents arrived home. The biggest problem was one of the fence posts which had rotted out at the bottom. A new post and some quick-setting cement, solved that problem. Within an hour I'd be able to reattach the fence crossbeams to the new 4x4. I turned to see a young girl, maybe 7 or 8 years old, watching me from the porch. Crap. "Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind." She just shook her head. She stood there watching me, and I felt ill at ease. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home." I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses. She nodded. She reminded me so much of my own daughter, right around that age. Her hair was the same length, blonde, but not quite as light as Allora's. Allora. My perfect little Allora. I closed my eyes, seeing her in that hospital bed, bruised and bandaged, fighting for her life. Her hair tucked under the bandages, the few strands that stuck out dark from sweat. Her body so small in that antiseptic white bed. My Allora. Gone. It felt like somebody had wrapped a band around my chest, and pulled it tight. I couldn't breath. I turned away from Erica, so she wouldn't have to see me lose it. She'd suffered enough already. I felt the tears rise, unbidden, and I started for the gate. I had to get out of there. I barely made it as far as the driveway. It was too much. I closed the gate behind me and crumbled to the ground, seated with my head between my knees, my hands covering my head. It was Christmas, damn it! Christmas! My girls were supposed to be with me, shaking their presents and trying to guess what was in them. Instead Allora and Briana were gone. Their lives snuffed out before they could see anything of the world, before they could find their place, before they could fall in love. No shaking presents. No stomach aches from eating too many holiday sweets. No late night parties to drive me crazy with worry. No learning to drive. No struggling to find the right college. No bringing a boy home for the first time. No cramming for tests. No Spring Breaks. No proms. Nothing. Ever again. I was sobbing, and the little girl who had lost her father was standing on the driveway beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder, while I made a fool of myself. "Erica! You know your mother doesn't want you out if she's not at home. You should go back inside. Mr. Reed will be all right, he's just tired. Go on now." Cathy had me by the arm, and was doing her best to get me back on my feet. "C'mon Alex, not here. Let's get you home." I knew she was right. I stood up, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "I'll be alright. Just give me a minute." I pulled myself together, took a couple of deep breaths, and stood straight. "I'm Ok. Seeing her was just a little too much, too soon. But I'm fine now. I need to clean up here, and put the fence back together." "Alright. I'll help." It only took us a few minutes to clean up and cart the bags of yard trimmings out to the rear curb. I ran all the yard tools back to my house, and returned to finish the fence work. I braced the new post with a couple of 2x4's and reattached the two panels. Cathy's help made it a lot easier. When we were done we both stood back and looked over the yard. Much better. "I'm going to go inside and fix Erica her after-school snack. It's about all that Sandy will let me do. Why don't you come with me?" "I don't know if I should. Sandy doesn't know me. She may not want me in her house when she's not there." "Never mind that. She'll be fine. Just come in a moment. It'll only take a few minutes." I followed her inside, through the glass sliding door. Erica was sitting on the floor watching TV. I didn't even look that way. I was afraid that seeing the wrong TV show would dredge up more painful memories. "Where can I wash my hands?" I asked Cathy. She pointed to a door. "In there." I headed to the bathroom. "Don't use the toilet. That one doesn't flush anymore." I could hear the running water in the commode. I washed my hands and wiped them on my shirt. There was no towel in the bathroom. Then I took the top off the tank and examined inside. Nothing complicated. The chain that connected the stopper to the handle extension was missing. Lifting the rubber stopper, I saw it was under the lip, the cause of the running water. I reattached the chain, and tested the flushing. Worked fine. "Fixed. The chain was just off." Cathy nodded, and returned to making a grilled cheese sandwich. Briana loved grilled cheese. But you couldn't cut the sandwich, and you had to remove the crust. I wouldn't be cutting the crust off of sandwiches anymore. I took a deep breath, and went to examine the front door. "Cathy? I'm going to head home and get my sander and some paint. This door needs some help desperately." "Go ahead. Sandy won't be home until late, and if we're going to get in trouble for the yard and the fence, we might as well make it a trifecta." Fifteen minutes later, I was running the battery powered hand-sander over the door, removing the worst of the existing paint. I didn't have too much to do, it was already mostly bare. I had brought over three possible paints to use, all of which I knew were approved by the homeowner's association. "What color paint do you think I should use?" I asked Cathy. "Let's ask Erica." She returned in a few seconds with Erica at her side. "We're going to paint the front door, Erica. What color would you like?" We had a choice of off-white, light blue, and a dark brown. She pointed to the light blue, then seated herself nearby to watch. I had already removed the hardware. I taped the hinges and bottom kick-plate, laid out my drip cloth, and started applying a coat of paint, top-to-bottom. I looked over at the young girl watching me so intently. I saw the tree beside her, so small and bare, with one little package underneath it. Christmas trees shouldn't look like that. They should be big, full of decorations, all sorts, each one with its own story. Handcrafted special ornaments, with pictures of your family members. Popsicle stick ornaments with the Elmer's glue showing. Lights blinking in an assortment of colors, candy canes and tinsel, and an angel on top. There should be presents around the bottom, stacked and scattered, so many you can't even get near the tree. It was the first year I didn't have a tree. We'd normally go out as a family and visit one of the Boy Scout tree lots, picking the biggest, fullest tree we thought could fit in my living room. Then we'd decorate it together, Christmas songs playing in the background, and sipping eggnog. We'd spend an eternity untangling the lights, replacing the bulbs that wouldn't work, and replacing the metal hangars on the decorations that needed them. It was an all day affair. Not this year. Not ever again. I realized I'd stopped painting, and I was staring. A long drip of paint from my brush was running down the door. The little girl looked at me, almost as if she understood. "Would you like to help?" I asked. She looked around, as if to ask if I was talking to her. "Yes, you." She shyly nodded yes. I reached over to my bucket of painting supplies and pulled out a small brush. I pointed to the inlaid panels on the bottom half of the door. "You can paint here, around the edge of the panel. It needs to be done with a detail brush like the one you have. Get into the cracks." She nodded, dipped her brush, and started painting straight down the panel edge, doing a good job. "That's perfect. Just like that." I went back to work completing the top half, and had to work around her, sometimes leaning way over to paint above her. She saw what I was doing, and I saw the mischievous heart of a little girl for a moment when she started backing away from the door, making me lean further and further over. "Hey!" I said in mock outrage. "You're doing that on purpose!" When she giggled, apparently ignoring me, and continuing with her painting effort, I felt a small leap in my heart. It was nice to hear her giggle. "When you're done with the painting, and done torturing me, you can paint around the edges of the two hinges and the kick-plate. If I won't be in your way." Little Erica nodded, and continued her careful painting, working slowly and deliberately around the perimeter before moving onto the hinges. I found myself kneeling beside her, painting the bottom-half of the door, while she detailed the trim. We switched places so I could work on the side near the hinges while she completed the bottom trim. "Not bad," I commented, holding out a drip bucket for her to dump her brush in. I sealed up the paint can, peeled off the trim tape, and stood back to get a look at the results. A little girl stood beside me, her blonde hair a poignant reminder of all I'd lost. I took a deep breath to compose myself. "Not bad at all. Think your mother will like it?" I looked down at her while she thought it over. A smile slowly spread across her face. She nodded twice. I put my hand down for a fist bump, just like I would with my girls. She shrank away for a second, then glanced up at my face for a second before making a tiny fist and bumping her knuckles against mine. We were enjoying the last of the natural light as dusk was settling in. Cathy walked out and stood beside us, giving her approval. "The blue is perfect. Great choice Erica." Erica stopped admiring her work, looked at Cathy, and blinked like she was just seeing her for the first time. She looked up and down the block, then walked back into the house and planted herself in front of the TV. "Ready to call it a day?" Cathy asked. "Yeah. Best get while the getting is good." I packed up my paint supplies and in just a couple of trips hid any trace that I'd ever been there. Except of course for the door, yard and fence. Oh, and the toilet, although that really didn't count for much. Back home I cleaned up and sat down pondering what I'd just done. I had mixed feelings, a little guilt creeping in for taking liberties with someone else's house. But thinking about that little girl, and what she must be going through, made anything I could do to help worthwhile. Thinking was dangerous. I realized I hadn't been very nice to the people who had tried to help me. I decided to rectify that if possible, and found a new phone cable for my phone and plugged it in. Picking it up I heard a dial tone. Good. I made a list of phone calls, and went to work. Calling, one-by-one, my friends, neighbors and co-workers, I apologized for my behavior and thanked them for their concern. To a one, they blew off my boorish behavior, and promised they'd be there for me if I needed anything. I stopped, with just a few calls remaining, wondering where those people were for Sandy and Erica, who seemed to need it far more than I. I picked up the phone and dialed Denise's family. I knew it was going to be tough. I apologized for leaving the funeral arrangements to them, and thanked them for all they had done. Speaking to Dan was difficult, but my conversation with Sharon almost did me in. The time we'd spent in the hospital, watching over Allora came up, and I had to take a break for a bit to get my emotions under rein, while I listened to Sharon sob. Even after the divorce we'd remained friendly, and I was glad that we'd had each other on that fateful watch. I promised I'd stop by in the next couple of days, she insisted there was some paperwork that needed taking care of. My last call was to Steve, my roommate for three years in college, and best friend in the world. I had hung up on him twice that first day, and it was haunting me. He'd left more than a dozen messages on my cell-phone voicemail. Plus, I had ulterior motives. The phone rang several times and went to the answering machine. I felt like a weight had lifted, I wouldn't have to face him. "Steve, Alex here. I'm sorry I..." "Alex, I'm here, don't hang up, I'm here. Let me turn off this damned machine. Hold on." I heard some rustling and the echo of our voices disappear. "Jesus, Alex. You're killing me." "Sorry. It hit me so hard; I just couldn't listen to one more well-wisher." "I understand." He would understand. His father had passed away while we were in our last year of college, and he took it hard. Started drinking heavy, cutting classes, and chasing anything with boobs. I took care of him as much as I could, going so far as to collect his homework and projects, even talking to his professors. He'd been slow to pull it together, but eventually came around. Five years later, less than a year out of law school, it was his mother. I had flown out and spent a week with him. I knew it would be hard - he was an only child, and he had few relatives, and none he was close to. He came out of that funk bitter, and it cost him his girlfriend - no loss there. We'd been as close as brothers, hell, probably closer. We still were. Steven understood. I opened my soul to him, and stayed on the phone for ages. I heard him send his wife off to bed, while I vented. It was a much needed cathartic outpouring that left me exhausted. "What can I do? Anything, you know it. Should I fly down?" As much as I'd love to see him, it had been nearly a year, he was a family man now, and it was Christmas. "No. Stay with your family. I'm doing better, and if I need to I can call." "Of course." "I also wanted to say I was sorry." "Sorry?" "Sorry that I couldn't do more for you when you lost your parents. I never really experienced losing anyone like that, and couldn't comprehend what you were going through." "Shut the fuck up. You were there for me, buddy. Always. When nobody else was. I'll never forget that. Enough said. Don't need to be getting sappy over it." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright. By the way, there's one other thing you might be able to do for me." "Anything. That's what friend are for." That's what friends are for. The pounding on my front door was not unexpected. Ten o'clock at night might be a little of a surprise, but the knock wasn't. I went to the front door, and looked out through the glass beside it. A woman stood there. I had a fairly good idea of who it was. I opened the door. "Mrs. Morrison?" She glared at me and nodded. "Come in, please. Can I get you a cup of tea, or coffee?" I turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open. I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I turned to see her standing in the archway to the living room. She looked ready to burst, but I watched her breath deep and run her hands through her short hair. She looked young. Too young to be going through the hell she was currently experiencing. "I don't want you around my house or my daughter," she finally snapped. "I understand, and I'm sorry I interfered." I walked past her and sat down in the living room. "I can't explain it. I had to do something to get out of this house, and when Cathy told me about your situation I guess I got carried away." She stared at me, and crossed her arms. "Don't mention her name. I could kill her." I smiled. "Believe me, I understand that. She's been in my house every day, 3 or 4 times a day, meddling in my life." "Meddling is right," she snapped. She walked over and sat on the loveseat across from me. "Listen. I appreciate the thought. And I'm sorry for your loss." She smirked. "Ha, listen to me. Sorry for your loss. Crap." She leaned back. "We're doing fine. I don't need your help, I don't know you from Adam, and I don't want you around my daughter when nobody's around. Jesus, you painted my frickin' front door blue! A little presumptuous, don't you think?" I smiled. "I would have picked the wood tone. Blue was Erica's choice, one of the four approved colors according to our Stalinist homeowner's association." She leaned back, rolling her eyes up. "Don't remind me. If the bastards send me one more notice about yard and fence maintenance, I'll rip their lungs out." She seemed to calm down for a second, maybe realizing that those notices would no longer be coming. "I know. I should be thankful but I don't need a stranger meddling in my life. Understood? No more doing things for me." "I didn't do it for you. I did it for that little girl. You don't know me. I don't know you. Agreed. I don't know what happened to you and your family or why. Not really. What I do know is that girl of yours doesn't deserve the hand she's been dealt. That's all I could think. I just wanted to help where I could." She looked angry. "I'm sorry you lost your daughters. I am. But Erica is MINE. My daughter. My responsibility. Not yours." "You are right. She's no responsibility of mine." "That's right. I don't know you. We live three doors down and in two years you've never spoken a word to us. Six months we've been on our own. I certainly don't need you poking your head in now. I don't know you, I don't want to know you, and I'm not sure I'd like you if I did." "Welcome to the club." "Club?" "I'm not sure I like me either. I'm sorry, alright? Now I'm tired. You can let yourself out." She got up and stomped her way to the front door, closing it sharply behind her. That had gone better than I'd expected. December 23rd. I got up early, cleaning up, even shaving. I had errands to run. Cathy showed up in my kitchen while I was preparing breakfast. "At least neither of us is in jail," were her first words. "Not yet." "You did a good thing. Don't forget it." "I know. Still she was right. We should have asked permission." "The hell we should! She'd never have given it." "Then maybe we should leave her be." "If a person was drowning, and they couldn't yell for help, wouldn't you still throw them a life preserver?" "A little overly-dramatic, don't you think?" "No. She's going down for the third time, and is in complete denial. By the time she accepts the fact she needs help it could be too late." She looked me over. "You clean up nicely. What are you up to?" "I need to run some errands, see a few people, stop by work, some other stuff." "Don't overdue it," she said, still in her 'caring' mode. "Need some company?" "Thanks, I appreciate the offer. I can handle this." "Ok, you have my number. Give me a call if you need anything." The office visit was painful. I stopped in, thanking my bosses for their understanding, visiting a few friends and letting them know I appreciated their concern. The way they looked at me just drove home how alone I was. I was glad to get out of there. I made a visit to the florist and picked up a trunk-load of Christmas cacti. I drove around to everyone I could think of, expressing my gratitude, and leaving the pretty plants behind. I used the same corny line with each one, comparing my 'prickliness' the last couple of weeks to the plant's spines. I left a few plants on doorsteps with a note. By mid-afternoon I felt I'd done my part. I stopped by Denise's parent's house, and Sharon greeted me at the door with a hug before she broke into tears. After she'd soaked my shirt she brought me in. "There's something you need to know, Alex." She sounded odd, and I wondered what was up. "Denise left a will. She left you the house and the lion's share of her insurance, to take care of the girls if anything happened to her." I was stunned. It was so unexpected. "I... I don't know what to say." Sharon reached out and patted my hand. "It's not what I'd expected, but if you think about it, it makes sense. What are you going to do?" "I guess I'll sell the house. I certainly don't need two houses." "She had mortgage insurance, it'll be paid off. You could rent it out, you know. Earn some steady income off of it." It was too much too fast. I couldn't think straight. "I'll have to think about it. I just wasn't expecting anything like this." "I understand." She held my hand. "How are you doing?" "Better. Not good, but at least I can get out of bed." "We're here if you need us. You know that, right?" "Yes. Thank you. After the girls, you were the best thing that came out of our marriage." "We love you too. Don't forget it." "I'm sorry I was so useful about the funeral arrangements, I don't think I could have handled it without you," I confessed. "Don't even think about it. That's what family is for." That's what family is for. My day wasn't quite complete. A few more calls and I was putting things in motion I wasn't sure I should, but I couldn't resist. Around dinner time, I ventured next door. Cathy's husband John answered the door. "The hermit has left the cave. Good to see you out and about." He shook my hand, letting me in. "Cath - Alex is here." Cathy came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "How'd your day go?" "Not bad. A few surprises, but I survived." "We're about to eat. Care to sit down with us?" "Maybe. When do you think Sandy will be getting home?" "Probably nine-ish, would be my guess. Why?" "Just want to talk to her if I can." "You have time for dinner then?" "Sure." By 8:30 I was enjoying a cigar with John, sitting out in their driveway, trying to figure out what our football team's chances were of going anywhere in the playoffs. We were strategically positioned so I had a view of the Morrison's driveway. When Sandy drove up, I excused myself from John and jogged across the alley. "Sandy, can I talk to you a moment?" She looked ready to chase me off, but after a few awkward seconds she crossed her arms, leaned back against the car and raised her eyebrows. "Again, I'm sorry I entered your house without your permission. I know that was wrong. All I can say is I wasn't really thinking straight." She rolled her eyes. "Anything else?" "Yes. I know you told me you didn't need my help, but there's someone I'd like you speak to. I have a friend that's a lawyer, and he's willing to check into your insurance situation pro bono. Like you and me, he's suffered a few losses in life, and he'd like to help you if he can. If you'd just give him a call, he'll see what he can do." I could see she wanted to say no, but was torn. She gnawed on her bottom lip, which I saw were chapped. She looked exhausted. I pulled out his card and held it out to her. "It'll only take a couple of minutes. It can't hurt." She finally nodded and took the card from me. "Is that it?" "One last thing. I'm headed over to my ex-wife's house tomorrow to clean out the refrigerator, and to get rid of her tree. It's my responsibility now. I was going to ditch the tree; it's one of those pre-lit artificial ones which I never could stand. I thought, if you don't mind, and it's not interfering too much, I could bring it by here and you could take if off my hands. Otherwise it's going to the dump." I spit out the words quickly before she could find too much fault with me. She seemed resigned to allow me to interfere, at least this much. She sighed and finally spoke up. "Alright. That would be nice. Now if that's all, I'd like to go in now. My feet and back are aching and I have to get up early tomorrow." "That's all. You can call Steve tonight if you'd like, he's a night owl and is expecting your call. Good night." I took off quickly before she could change her mind about anything. I had recruited Cathy's help over dinner the night before, assuming things went Ok with Sandy, and by noon we were back at the Morrison house, knocking on the door. Erica let us in, and we hauled our goodies in after us. I had the tree folded up and left it on the front doorstep while we made room for it in the living room. After I'd put it in place, I hauled in a large plastic crate of Christmas decorations, and encouraged Cathy and Erica to get to work making the tree look 'festive'. Right on schedule my weekly cleaning crew showed up and I put them to work giving the entire house a thorough cleaning. I had felt guilty chasing them away the last few weeks, and had begged and cajoled them into doing me this one favor, on Christmas Eve of all days. The team of four went to work like whirling dervishes, storming through the rooms in pairs leaving sparking chrome and sweet smells in their wake. We only had a few hours if Cathy was right, and I had one more big task lined up. The Chem-Dry carpet cleaners were running a little late, but showed up not long after the cleaning crew had finished with the living and dining rooms, and I had moved most of the furniture into the hallways and kitchen. They went right to work, and had the downstairs completed in a little over an hour. While they worked at that, I spent the time decorating the front yard and the house with Christmas lights. I hoped that Sandy liked traditional multi-color displays. I wasn't all that fond of the 'all-white' look, and was using my own lights to decorate her house. By the time I had finished I was sweating up a storm, and was getting nervous about the time. The carpet guys left first, reminding me to let the carpet dry for another hour before returning the furniture to its place. The cleaning crew followed shortly after, and I'd rewarded them nicely, tipping them an extra $100 for coming out on Christmas Eve. I moved indoors, with the lights complete and lit up, to find a Christmas wonderland awaiting me. Cathy and Erica had done an amazing job, using what I had brought over and getting the Morrison's decorations out of the attic and putting those to use as well. You could hardly tell it was the same house. "You ladies have done an incredible job!" I announced, standing in the doorway. Cathy looked a little disheveled but very pleased with herself. "Let's finish up quick. I have to get home; John's going to kill me." I'd promised her we'd be done by 4:00 and it was already nearly 5:00. She was holding a Christmas Eve open-house and was expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. She only had a couple of hours left to finish her own preparations. I gave her a hug for all of her effort and shooed her off, while I started hauling the furniture back into place, working at a frenzied pace to get done before the unsuspecting benefactor got home. Erica followed behind me, arranging all the lamps, baskets and knick-knacks, and adding additional holiday decorations as we went. With the last of the furniture in place, I turned and gave her a high-five. "This is all our secret, right? If your Mom asks, the Christmas elves stopped by to help clean up. You did a great job, Erica." She smiled and held her arms out to me. I leaned down and gave her a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, just before she let go and disappeared up the stairs. I felt a lump in my throat. Whether it was fear of being caught by her mother, or the joy of hearing her speak her first words to me, I couldn't be sure. By eight o'clock, Sandy still hadn't shown up on my front-doorstep with a shotgun. I guess she was going to wait until after Christmas to eviscerate me over meddling where I didn't belong. I didn't care. I felt good, the best I'd felt in two weeks, thinking about that little girl celebrating a real Christmas. Kids should have Christmas. I had cleaned up and decided to make an appearance next door, as I'd promised, when I got a call from Steve. "Hey-ho, Stevorino." "Only my Grandma gets to say that, asshole." "Merry fuckin' Christmas to you too." I teased. I heard him chuckle. "Merry Christmas is right. At least for your neighbor." "How's that?" I asked, suddenly interested. "The insurance creeps were just stalling. They don't have a leg to stand on. The only change to the policy was upon their advice after an annual policy review by their own agent. A little legal pressure was all it took. It's not a lot, less than $300K, but she'll be getting her check next week." "Steve, you're the man. I take back all those nasty things I said about you." "Shit, they're probably true. If anybody would know, it'd be you." "All kidding aside. You're a life saver." I knew he hated any hint of seriousness. I could almost hear him blushing over the phone. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" "That's right. And I couldn't ask for a better one." "Ditto. Asshole." "Shit. You had to go and spoil it. Listen, I gotta run. Give your family my love and have a great Christmas. I'll give you a call next week." "You got it. And Darla sends her love. She made me say that. Don't get any ideas." "Got it. Give her a kiss for me. Scratch that. I'll come out after the holidays and give it to her myself. When are you going to be out of town next?" "Funny guy. Start anything with her, and I'll make you keep her and the credit card bills." "Ouch. You win," I had to laugh. "Thanks again." "Merry Christmas. Hang in there buddy." "You too." To be continued in part 2, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales for Literotica 

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Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/antiwarcom/Phone bank for Defend the Guard: https://defendtheguard.us/phonebankChapters00:00 - Intro00:21 - UN Committee: Israel Is Committing Genocide04:20 - Israeli Forces Kill 24 More Palestinians in Gaza in 24 Hours07:37 - Blood Mixed With Flour as Israeli Kills Palestinians Receiving Food09:15 - At Least 20 Killed as Israel Strikes Damascus10:58 - Israeli Attacks on Lebanon's Baalbek Kill at Least 2112:05 - Netanyahu Aide Discussed Lebanon With Trump and Kushner16:14 - Report: Elon Musk Met With Iran's UN Ambassador21:25 - Israeli Minister: No Voting Rights for Palestinians23:26 - Investigators Assess if Netanyahu Aides Forged Oct. 7 Phone Records27:17 - US Opens Provocative Missile Base in Poland28:48 - Sudan War Deaths Are Likely Much Higher Than Recorded31:20 - Viewpoints/Outro

Is it weird if you see similarities in yourself in a psychopath, murderer, gun for hire, that killed AT LEAST twelve people in the same night? Asking for a friend. In this episode of Specrapular, we discuss the 2004 movie, Collateral. Directed by Michael Mann. Starring Tom Cruise, Jamie Foxx, Jade Pinkett Smith, and Mark Ruffalo. It is available on Netflix. Every movie we discuss will be available on either: Netflix, Hulu, HBO MAX, Youtube, Tubi, Freevee, Apple TV, or Amazon Prime. You can request movies by emailing us at specrapular@gmail.com Go follow our Youtube channel where ALL of our episodes are posted now: ⁠⁠Specrapular⁠ ⁠(https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0ppqS8Japy4yT4cVfcGEKw) The next movie we are going to discuss is The Karate Kid, from 1984. Directed by John G. Avildsen. Starring Ralph Macchio, Pat Morita, Elisabeth Shue, and William Zabka. It is available on Netflix. Intro music by: Luis. Outro music by: Cairo Braga - Revision of the Future Find more music from Luis at: instagram.com/breatheinstereo Season 7 Episode 5

Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/antiwarcom/Phone bank for Defend the Guard: https://defendtheguard.us/phonebankChapters00:00 - Intro00:21 - Report Details Israel's Ethnic Cleansing Campaign07:55 - Five Palestinians Killed in Israeli Airstrike on Northern Gaza09:00 - Netanyahu Congratulates Trump, Discusses Iran14:13 - Trump Is Eyeing Iran Hawk Brian Hook as First Foreign Policy Pick15:54 - Report: Israel Mulls Attack on Iran Nuclear Sites20:35 - Iraq Denies Iran Is Planning To Attack Israel From Its Territory21:58 - Ukraine Officials Feel 'A Lot of Anxiety' Over Trump25:07 - Biden Team Wants To Rush Weapons to Ukraine Before Inauguration27:33 - Israeli Airstrikes Kill at Least 40 in Baalbek28:53 - At Least 30 Killed in Israeli Attack on Central Lebanon Town of Barja29:55 - Unprecedented Pro-Israel PAC Funding Flooded Elections31:25 - Viewpoints/Outro

Send us a text! We love hearing from listeners. If you'd like a response, please include your email. In the stillness of a dense Newfoundland forest, a hidden cemetery whispers a  tale both tragic and triumphant. This week on the Ordinary Extraordinary Cemetery Podcast Jennie and Dianne explore the St. Martin-in-the-Woods Cemetery, a plane crash site turned burial ground in the autumn of 1946. Among the victims were refugees who had endured the Holocaust, seeking a new beginning, only to face another devastating loss. This November, we reflect on gratitude amidst tragedy, honoring those who came to the rescue of survivors and remembering those whose lives were ended.To see photos of the cemetery, view this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/G1c1uAPmUdg?si=EC2eO-P_0k2E5un4Cemetery Photos taken by Anan Sahadi 05/12/2022 and posted to www.findagrave.comPhotos of survivor being transferred to a raft and Gander rescue helicopter team: U.S. Coast Guard on file in the Public Domain Photo of Dr. Samuel Martin and rescue crew published in The Denver Post, September 24, 1946Follow this link to view additional photos and listen to broadcast footage:http://www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/_html_4658/Sabena_crash.htmOrdinary Extraordinary Cemetery Podcast merch now available! https://oecemetery.etsy.comOrdinary Extraordinary Cemetery podcast special tea blend, Cemetery Story, can be purchased here:https://www.adagio.com/signature_blend/blend.html?blend=231274Resources used to research this episode include:Historical Society, Gander Airport. "Sabena Crash 1946." http://www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/. www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/_html_4658/Sabena_crash.htm. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024.Arklie, Bob. "St. Martin-in-the-Woods 26 OF 44 PASSENGERS WERE KILLED ." http://www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/. 12 Nov. 1975. www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/_html_4658/stMartins.htm. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024.O'Leary, USCG (Ret), Warrant Gunner R.J. "The Day I Was Ten Feet Tall." http://www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/. www.ganderairporthistoricalsociety.org/_html_4658/TenFeetTall.htm. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024., National Air & Space Museum . "The Evolution of the Commercial Flying Experience ." https://airandspace.si.edu/. airandspace.si.edu/explore/stories/evolution-commercial-flying-experience#:~:text=gum%20at%20all!-,1941%2D1958,travel%20surged%20to%20new%20levels. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024., Gander International Airport . "Our History ." https://ganderairport.com/. ganderairport.com/about-giaa/our-history/. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024., Associated Press. "At Least 5 to 7 Survive Plane Crash." The Sun Times [Ontario ], Last ed., 19 Sep. 1946, p. 1.Cross, United States Coast Guard (Retired), Captain Sean M. "18 September 1946 ." https://www.thisdayinaviation.com/. 18 Oct. 2024. www.thisdayinaviation.com/18-september-1946/. Accessed 3 Nov. 2024.Death certificates scanned and uploaded to www.ancestry.comUntethered & Wanderwise: Female Travel Over 45A travel podcast for women over 45 who want to explore this big beautiful world.Listen on: Apple Podcasts Spotify

This is The Briefing, a daily analysis of news and events from a Christian worldview.Part I (00:13 - 08:54)An Election Night for the Ages: It Was a Clear and Convincing Win for the Former PresidentPart II (08:54 - 17:54)The Future of the Pro-Life Movement is in Trouble: The Pro-Abortion Movement Gathers Major Momentum in At Least 8 States with Abortion on the BallotPart III (17:54 - 26:20)The Job of the Pro-Life Movement is Just Beginning: The 2024 Presidential Election Has Only Further Revealed the Great Battle Over Unborn LifeSign up to receive The Briefing in your inbox every weekday morning.Follow Dr. Mohler:X | Instagram | Facebook | YouTubeFor more information on The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, go to sbts.edu.For more information on Boyce College, just go to BoyceCollege.com.To write Dr. Mohler or submit a question for The Mailbox, go here.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Do you have ANY IDEA the literally dozens of hours you've wasted with this bunch of smooth-shelled walnuts? (and yes, that's a reference to their brains, I just couldn't quite make it work the way I wanted). I mean, it's probably not enough time to cure cancer or invent a really good cable organizing system, but you could have latch hooked a really nice rug by now, or made a portrait of Elvis with little rolled up gum wrappers, AT LEAST. You know what? Forget it. Do want you want. I'm done. Seriously. You've been listening to: Sarah Rhea Werner as Pipistrelle Sarah Golding as Mrs Sheffield Shannon Perry as Madeline and Olivia David S Dear as Dr Theo Bromae and Tiberius Eric Perry as Joe, Dr. von Haber Zetzer, and Mr. Southers Bonnie Brantley as Jessie and Donna Chrisi Talyn Saje as Julie Tim Sherburn as Colin Lee Shackleford as Pluto Kevin Hall as Greg and Felonius Dr. Vikram Baliga, who would have been so much more helpful in Season 4, as himself Mark "Stooch" Restuccia as himself Introducing Pete Barry as Bob Ersat of the West Jersey Ersatz Kyle Jones is your Narrator 2 and Chris Nadolny Gourley is your Narrator. John Faley is our music director, and our awesome artwork is by Lucas Elliott. Oz 9 is written by Shannon Perry. Sarah Golding is our dialogue editor, and Mark Restuccia is our sound designer. Oz 9 is a proud member of the Fable and Folly Network. Please check out our sibling shows at fableandfolly.com and support our sponsors.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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In this episode I have a sit down with the artist known as VoodooChild. We sit speak about how he started making music, the creation of Lockehearts, meeting Vythe & Dolor, his opinion on religion, the occult, his music, performing with Dirtybutt and so much more. If you like interview-based podcast with guest that range from Content creators, underground artists, Inventors, Game developers, and everything in between please follow me on my socials and wherever you listen to podcast to be notified for when I drop the next interview. Welcome to the most Obscure Podcast in the world. Voodoochild socials: Stream VOODOOCHILD music | Listen to songs, albums, playlists for free on SoundCloudVoodoo (@fuckvoodoochild) • Instagram photos and videos Obscure Image: ⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Obscure Image (@obscureimagepodcast) • Instagram photos and videos⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Obscureimages | Twitter, Instagram, TikTok | Linktree⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Obscure Image Podcast - YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Make Love (@mcmakelove) • Instagram photos and videos⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Wanna support the podcast? Click the link

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LOOK OUT! It's only Films To Be Buried With! Join your host Brett Goldstein as he talks life, death, love and the universe with the absolute film-making legend JASON REITMAN! Jason's cinematic output over the last 20 years or more is undeniable, and you will have no doubt seen AT LEAST one of his movies and loved it. Maybe quoted it. Maybe re-enacted a scene or two... It's a fabulous thing then to hear this chat with he and Brett and confirm that Jason is indeed every single bit as film nerdy as you would have hoped. But also genuinely entertaining - these worlds are not mutually exclusive! It's a pleasure to hear about all the elements that make up who Jason is, including literally growing up on the Warner Brothers lot, loving comedians, depicting the pleasure of work in films, community of cinema, his father Ivan (some incredible history you'll hear there), surrender, James Acaster, and among so much more, the choreography and design of his new film Saturday Night! Oh and bonus shout to the Prince Charles Cinema too. A delight of an episode, you shall enjoy. Video and extra audio available on Brett's Patreon! IMDB INSTAGRAM SATURDAY NIGHT OFF MENU with JASON! BRETT • X BRETT • INSTAGRAM TED LASSO SHRINKING SOULMATES SUPERBOB (Brett's 2015 feature film)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tonight we dive into the stars... We look at what powers them and how, what will happen to our Sun eventually, what will happen with Betelguese which could explode any day now, and what will happen to all the stars eventually!!! Join us! It should be explosive!!! Really... give it a shot... At lEaSt it will be cool...

The Break Room (THURSDAY 9/19/24) 8am Hour Includes: 1) Chances are you know AT LEAST one person who has surprised you by the amount of food they can eat in one sitting 2) Just because you struggled with it, doesn't mean kids today have to do the same. 3) You would think a benefit like this automatically comes with the job

There were AT LEAST 5 STREET TAKEOVERS over Indy this week that include setting streets on fire, dangerous activities with cars, and more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This Clip exposes what is under our feet. Finding that there are 18 levels (AT LEAST) under our feet connecting to 200+ Cities all over the world. Seeing that the mainstream tells us that this would have been done very easily with a shovel. We know here, that something else took place here where we all live. And today, we get even closer to finding this truth. Thank you all for your support of this channel! Every Subscriber, every Like, All Comments are huge in helping spread this research to new people every single week. Every Badge Member and every Patreon Member help keep this channel running. I appreciate all of the support and I can't wait for every Saturday to expose even more information to the world. And we are just getting started! ---- TO BECOME A BADGE MEMBER & HELP GROW THIS CHANNEL ---- HERE IS THE LINK: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7Za5DiASIbqT8fuhiDBU6Q/join Join this channel to get access to perks! TOP EPISODES PLAYLIST: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsFQI9PYz0b27yHR3V7di34AoFxT5NXWc LINK TO RUMBLE CHANNEL: Rumble: https://rumble.com/v2q03po-his-story-not-ours-pt-5.html LINK TO TIKTOK CHANNEL: https://www.tiktok.com/@themylunchbreak I couldn't be more thankful for all of your support. I am having a lot of fun sharing this information with you all! I hope you all have a great rest of your day! LINKS: BECOME A SPONSOR OF MY LUNCH BREAK: Shout-Outs For the next Month's Episodes! Patreon: https://patreon.com/MyLunchBreak X: https://twitter.com/MYLUNCHBREAK_ LINK TO RUMBLE CHANNEL: Rumble: https://rumble.com/v2q03po-his-story-not-ours-pt-5.html We are also on TikTok, Spotify & Instagram T-shirts: https://my-lunch-break.myspreadshop.com/tartaria+my+lunch+break-A644da062cabffc5328538705?productType=111&sellable=yrpy4VgZADuvGXd0Gj02-111-22&appearance=2 Flat Earth Sun, Moon & Zodiac App: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/flat-earth-sun-moon-zodiac/id1440996640 This is all in my own opinion. Entertaining as always, and of course, you are free to believe whatever you want. I do not claim to know any of this to be 100% true. It is all based on my personal research and simply sharing what I find with you all. Thank you for your support. I am having a lot of fun sharing all of this information with you all and seeing this channel and our community grow every single day. My Lunch Break Disclaimer: The content on My Lunch Break is provided for informational and entertainment purposes only. The views and opinions expressed in the videos are those of the creators and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of any organization or institution. I strive to present accurate and well-researched information, but we cannot guarantee the accuracy or completeness of the content. Viewers are encouraged to conduct their own research and exercise critical thinking. Theories discussed on this channel may be speculative, controversial, or unverified. My Lunch Break is not a substitute for professional advice, and I do not provide legal, medical, financial, or any other type of advice. Consult with qualified experts for such matters. Viewers should be aware that information and opinions may change over time, and my content may become outdated. We are not responsible for any consequences resulting from reliance on our content. By using this channel, you agree to the terms and conditions of this disclaimer. We reserve the right to change, modify, or remove content at any time. My Lunch Break disclaims any liability for actions taken based on the information provided on our channel.

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A book of poetry dedicated to the human experience of the working class poor in the American Midwest... Buy and/or review At Least the Pain is Cheap HERE Get a free copy at: atleastthepainischeap@gmail.com

Brace yourself for the most controversial podcast out there! Video Virgins. We fearlessly tackle hot-button issues and give your our unfiltered, no holds bared discussions with just a pinch of salt. We are here to entertain and not be taken seriously. So if you are offended easily, this podcast IS NOT for you. Welcome our special guest @yevenfromevan Join us on our journey through Pop Culture as we bring music videos back! Since they are no longer on tv... With Season 4, we are going back to FULL LENGTH episodes with segments such as "Do You Remember?" where we take a trip down nostalgia lane and talk about something from the past. This week: Fake Escobars, "TikTalk / Be For Reel" where we watch and react to some of the weeks hot TikToks and Reels. "They Did Not Just Say That!" where we dive into some of the most out of pocket lyrics in music. Got a video for us to react to? Comment down below! FOLLOW us @johneforedawn @joeistherealest and @Lavquin.com !!! Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠feat. Video Virgins | lavquin.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to find ALL of our links THERE! Find out what happened to us here: https://ko-fi.com/videovirgins This episode's music videos are: Whiskey Colored Crayon by Lainey Wilson, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart by Taylor Swift, Lifetimes by Katy Perry, Big One by Kaliii ft. Monaleo, Rain On Me Parody by Naomi Club, Rain On My by Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande, Taste by Sabrina Carpenter, Mean by Taylor Swift, Guilty Pleasure by Jojo Siwa, America First by Hi-Rez x Valentina Gomez, Spicy by Jenny 69, Boys by Charli XCX. First we decipher Lainey Wilson as trans. Then Taylor needs a handkerchief. Then Katy Perry shows her asshole like Chloe Grace. Then Kaliii is having a hard time at her gender reveal. Then we compare Lady Gaga's video to the parody video and the results have us weighed. Then Sabrina is made to wear too much makeup. Then no one was feeling this other Taylor video. Then we don't mind Jojo Siwa as much as others... Then both Hi-Rez and Valentina didn't get enough clicks. Then Jenny 69 is actually good. Then smash or pass on this Charli video. ⁠Don't forget to Like and leave a review! Subscribe to our YOUTUBE - VIDEO VIRGINS and follow our Instagram @VIDEOVIRGINSPOD and our personal instagrams @JOEISTHEREALEST and @JOHNBEFOREDAWN and find us on Lavquin.com This Podcast is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Not to be taken seriously as we give you our unfiltered discussions. All music used and reviewed in todays episode BELONG TO ORIGINAL ARTISTS & COMPOSERS. We do NOT own any rights to the songs played nor videos reviewed. LINKS provided to said videos above. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO ORIGINAL ARTISTS/COMPOSERS. Lainey Wilson - Whiskey Colored Crayon (Official Lyric Video) (youtube.com) Taylor Swift - I Can Do It With A Broken Heart (Official Video) (youtube.com) Katy Perry - LIFETIMES (Official Video) (youtube.com) Kaliii - Big One (feat. Monaleo) | From The [GENDER REVEAL] Block Performance

RPI Event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/liberty-platform-tickets-913244618237Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/antiwarcom/Phone bank for Defend the Guard: https://defendtheguard.us/phonebankChapters00:00 - Intro00:21 - Israel, Hezbollah Trade Heavy Fire Across Border06:17 - US Helped Israel Track Hezbollah Rockets and Drones09:12 - Israel Forces Palestinians To Live in 11% of Gaza10:38 - Israeli Attacks Kill 28 Across Gaza Strip, Victims Still Under Rubble11:38 - Baby Paralyzed in Gaza's First Case of Type 2 Polio for 25 Years13:32 - Freed Israeli Captive Noa Argamani Says She Was Wounded by Israel15:18 - US Kills Member of Hurras Al-Din in Syria19:18 - At Least 3 Killed in Israeli Airstrikes on Central Syrian City of Hama21:19 - France Arrests CEO of Telegram25:32 - Chinese, Philippine Vessels Collide in South China Sea27:33 - Russia Expects US To Support Long-Range Strikes29:46 - Shin Bet Chief Condemns 'Jewish Terrorism' in West Bank31:41 - Viewpoints/Outro

RPI Event: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/liberty-platform-tickets-913244618237Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/antiwarcom/Phone bank for Defend the Guard: https://defendtheguard.us/phonebankChapters00:00 - Intro00:21 - US Gaza Proposal Includes Netanyahu's Demands04:40 - Israeli Strikes in Gaza Kill 10-Year-Old Quintuplets07:22 - Israeli Attack on Gaza Shelter Kills 15 Members of Palestinian Family08:22 - Moscow: Ukraine Hit Bridge With Western Missiles11:38 - Report: Ukraine's Kursk Offensive Derailed Partial Ceasefire Talks16:19 - Russia Makes Steady Gains in Donetsk Amid Fighting in Kursk17:46 - US Threatens Iran With 'Cataclysmic' Consequences19:56 - At Least 10 Killed as Israel Attacks Southern Lebanon Industrial Area21:30 - Israeli Forces Stood by as Settlers Raided, Torched Palestinian Village24:20 - Calif. Legislative Jewish Caucus Pushing Pro-Israel Bills28:17 - 'Uncommitted' Delegates Bring Gaza-War Message to DNC30:09 - Most Israelis Think Rape Suspects Shouldn't Face Charges31:44 - Viewpoints/Outro

They have agreed to AT LEAST 1 debate. Oct. 1 on CBS.  Vance wants to do a second as well. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

NTD Good Morning—7/24/20241. Netanyahu Addressing Congress Today2. Head of Secret Service Resigns Amid Outrage3. Police Used Text Messaging to Communicate4. Harris Rallies in Wisconsin After Launching Bid5. Trump and Harris Close in New Poll 6. Trump Campaign Files FEC Complaint Over Biden-Harris Funds7. Senator Menendez Resigns After Corruption Conviction8. US Ambassador to China Calls for Falun Gong Release9. Delta's Tech Outage Response Under Investigation10. Doctors Play Catchup After Global IT Outage11. At Least 18 People Killed in Plane Crash12. Israel Battles Terrorists After Evacuating Residents13. CCP Mediates Deal Promoting Hamas Terrorist Group14. House Probes CCP Censorship, Surveillance Tech15. Army Employee Gets 15 Years for Stealing Youth Fund16. Democrats Seek Reversal of Supreme Court Ruling17. Migrant Caravan Moves Toward Southern Border18. Consumer Agency Launches Probe Into Surveillance Pricing19. Whale Surfaces, Capsizes Fishing Boat off NH Coast20. Relief for American Home Buyers?21. Poll: 39% of Americans Worry They Can't Pay Bills22. Utah Delegation Competes to Host 2034 Winter Games23. Olympic Torch Relay Passes Through Palace of Versailles24. Insight Into Candidate Harris' Vision for US25. Trump and Harris Close in New Poll 26. Taiwan's President Lai Stresses Comprehensive Security27. Chinese Students Probed for Photographing US Navy Ship28. Nippon Steel to Dissolve its Chinese Joint Venture29. How Much Cash Should We Keep in our Savings Account?30. Former Food Scientist Warns Against Ultra-Processed Foods' Risks31. Parisian Bakery Creates Commemorative Olympic Bread

Here it is folks ...after 7 years of doing this podcast we're FINALLY doing the JFK Assassination. We feel the timing is right and we finally have put together a clear plan to do this topic...FINALLY.   We'll be doing this as a SERIES of episodes since it is such a HUGE topic filled with SOOOOOOO much info (and disinfo) that we'd need AT LEAST a whole month to tackle it! So here it is ...in its initial glory ....PART 1!!   This week we're going to introduce you to the world we were living in BEFORE the assignation and what the general temperature in the water was. WHAT events that may have triggered this act, who would be inspired to commit this act, and why this was such a big deal.    If this episode seems a little too VAGUE....well, that was intentional...so buckle up because it's going to be a great month As always follow us on the stuff Merch Store- http://tee.pub/lic/doEoXMI_oPI Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/Artandjacobdoamerica Website- https://artandjacobdoamerica.com/ Network- https://podbelly.com/ Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/artandjacobdoamerica YouTube Channel- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0rT6h3N2pWtlkxaqgIvaZw?view_as=subscriber Twitter- https://twitter.com/ArtandJacobDoA1 Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/artandjacobdoamerica/   ALSO! Make sure you're checking out our sponsors  https://cavemancoffeeco.com   Use Promo code "AMERICA" for 15% off at Caveman Coffee     

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It's our annual updates episode! Thanks to Kelsey and Torin for the extra information about ultraviolet light, and thanks to Caleb for suggesting we learn more about the dingo! Further reading: At Least 125 Species of Mammals Glow under Ultraviolet Light, New Study Reveals DNA has revealed the origin of this giant ‘mystery' gecko Bootlace Worm: Earth's Longest Animal Produces Powerful Toxin Non-stop flight: 4,200 km transatlantic flight of the Painted Lady butterfly mapped Gigantopithecus Went Extinct between 295,000 and 215,000 Years Ago, New Study Says First-Ever Terror Bird Footprints Discovered Last surviving woolly mammoths were inbred but not doomed to extinction Australian Dingoes Are Early Offshoot of Modern Breed Dogs, Study Shows A (badly) stuffed lava bear: Show transcript: Welcome to Strange Animals Podcast. I'm your host, Kate Shaw. This week we have our annual updates episode, and we'll also learn about a mystery animal called the lava bear! As usual, a reminder that I don't try to update everything we've ever talked about. That would be impossible. I just pick new information that is especially interesting. After our episode about animals and ultraviolet light, I got a great email from Kelsey and Torin with some information I didn't know. I got permission to quote the email, which I think you'll find really interesting too: “You said humans can't see UV light, which is true, however humans can detect UV light via neuropsin (a non-visual photoreceptor in the retina). These detectors allow the body to be signaled that it's time to do things like make sex-steroid hormones, neurotransmitters, etc. (Spending too much time indoors results in non-optimal hormone levels, lowered neurotransmitter production, etc.) “Humans also have melanopsin detectors in the retina and skin. Melanopsin detectors respond to blue light. Artificial light (LEDs, flourescents, etc) after dark entering the eye or shining on the skin is sensed by these proteins as mid-day daylight. This results in an immediate drop in melatonin production when it should be increasing getting closer to bedtime.” And that's why you shouldn't look at your phone at night, which I am super bad about doing. Our first update is related to ultraviolet light. A study published in October of 2023 examined hundreds of mammals to see if any part of their bodies glowed in ultraviolet light, called fluorescence. More than 125 of them did! It was more common in nocturnal animals that lived on land or in trees, and light-colored fur and skin was more likely to fluoresce than darker fur or skin. The white stripes of a mountain zebra, for example, fluoresce while the black stripes don't. The study was only carried out on animals that were already dead, many of them taxidermied. To rule out that the fluorescence had something to do with chemicals used in taxidermy, they also tested specimens that had been flash-frozen after dying, and the results were the same. The study concluded that ultraviolet fluorescence is actually really common in mammals, we just didn't know because we can't see it. The glow is typically faint and may appear pink, green, or blue. Some other animals that fluoresce include bats, cats, flying squirrels, wombats, koalas, Tasmanian devils, polar bears, armadillos, red foxes, and even the dwarf spinner dolphin. In episode 20 we talked about Delcourt's giant gecko, which is only known from a single museum specimen donated in the 19th century. In 1979 a herpetologist named Alain Delcourt, working in the Marseilles Natural History Museum in France, noticed a big taxidermied lizard in storage and wondered what it was. It wasn't labeled and he didn't recognize it, surprising since it was the biggest gecko he'd ever seen—two feet long, or about 60 cm. He sent photos to several reptile experts and they didn't know what it was either. Finally the specimen was examined and in 1986 it was described as a new species.

Bubba Dub is back and he's letting Shakur Stevenson know he has to start knocking people out in the ring. Nobody wants to watch you fight, fam!! You BORING!! (4:30)Then, Dub rants on how nobody wants to come to Los Angeles to play for the Lakers, and defends LeBron for unfollowing the media that talks about his son, Bronny. Plus, does DeMar DeRozan signing with the Sacramento Kings make them the best team in Cali? (13:00)After, Dub shows love to his Cowboys. Better believe Zeke is going to run for AT LEAST 1100 yards, and Dak is better than half the QBs in the NFL!! (20:30) Finally, Bubba with another hilarious HELL NAHH segment (29:00), and Trashh of the Day!! (48:00) (Timestamps may vary based on advertisements) #Volume #ClubSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Raise your hand if you've had any of the following thoughts recently.“Marketing is overwhelming.”“I have no idea where to start.”“I am just an inconsistent person.”“I'm just not good at this.”“I hate social media.”“Sharing marketing content is just annoying.”“Email marketing is just spam”“Nothing is working.”“I don't have anything interesting to say.”Now, while I don't have the magical ability to see you through this podcast transmission, I DO know my listeners pretty well, and my guess is that you're raising your hand – physically or metaphorically – to AT LEAST a couple of those statements.Suffice it to say: We tend to have a lot of mindset junk about marketing! After all, it is inherently kind of scary to market your business. To ask people to take a look at what you have to offer, to react to it, to engage with you. To buy. This is no small thing, and it is scary for a LOT of us to do. However. I want us all to market our businesses. Because marketing is one of the best ways of making a bigger impact on the world, and I want that for you! And for the world!Here's the truth: Our businesses need to reach the right people and make sales. And that is EXACTLY what great marketing helps us do: reach people and make sales.But this isn't a “necessary evil”. The truth that I am 1000% convinced of is this: Marketing can be totally do-able, and even fun. But we have to intentionally design it that way. And in this episode, I'm going to give you 7 principles to help you do just that: create an approach to marketing that feels good, and that works. MAKING GOOD SHOWNOTES:https://makinggoodpodcast.com/246CONNECT WITH ME ON INSTAGRAM:https://instagram.com/laurentildenGET 100 MARKETING PROMPTS (free!):https://makinggoodpodcast.com/100promptsStuck on what to say in our marketing? Download this free resource of 100 marketing prompts: https://makinggoodpodcast.com/100prompts.

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   The Royals Season opener is here and it's a whole new team.  We'll set the table for you for opening day whether you're going to the game, coming to our Patron's Party, watching on tv or listening on radio.  Play Ball!    Patrick Tuohey of www.showmeinstitute.org just scorches Mayor Q in a new piece pointing out how wrong politicians are before a vote occurs telling us things we want to hear.   KJP hangs up on a radio News Director in North Carolina because she didn't like being asked real questions.  This story is a big deal in that swing state.    Caitlin Clark is wrong again as tv ratings show the men's tourney is AT LEAST ten times more popular than the women's.     The NFL has adopted the XFL kickoff rule and this is great for football fans everywhere.  And Columbia's Jontay Porter of the Toronto Raptors is being investigated for throwing gambling lines in his own games.