Podcasts about bananas

Bucky has a scare (fireworks induced, per the vet). Erin consumes too much sodium. Her shore life brings fireworks mishaps, nosy neighbor watch, and a free couch score. The Savannah Bananas' Banana Ball revolutionizes baseball with wild rules like no bunting, sprinting on ball four, and fans catching foul balls for outs. We want VIP tickets! Philly's getting a WNBA team in 2030 (maybe the Philadelphia Freedom?). We go over some fun name suggestions. Lululemon's suing Costco over Kirkland dupes of their designs, sparking debate on innovation vs. imitation. Joey Chestnut downs 70.5 hot dogs (buns included) for his 17th Nathan's win, leaving us wondering about the aftermath. Wimbledon's 55,000 used tennis balls become cozy homes for harvest mice. Noah Lyles faces Olympic pressure due to sponsorship stakes, and robot soccer in China ends with stretchers and zero goals.

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RHOC is back in our lives and there is no shortage of drama right out of the gate. Having learned nothing from the RHONJ pause and Teresa's dirty involvement with Bloggers which caused NBC to pull the show, Katie Ginella's extra curricular activities with bloggers, podcasts and anyone and everyone else who will listen seems to have cost her the trust of her cast mates, love from the audience and possibly her coveted orange in what is likely to be a Katie take down season of the OG franchise. Denise Richards' husband Aaron Phypers has filed for divorce asking for spousal support, a chunk of her Only Fans dynasty and everything he came into the marriage with as fans wonder what this means for Denise, her family, a possible RHOBH return and more.  Finally, Rachel Zoe and Dorit are knee deep in RHOBH Season 15 filming but things may not be going as smoothly as has been anticipated. Oh My Gawd. Bananas.  @behindvelvetrope @davidyontef  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

It's like spraying for ants, But they keep coming back The colonies are alarming in number Really harmless but lawful annoying A roach infestation Left to fester; The gutter is the environment No matter what you try to put over it Still, you don't want the pests In your place of rest, And it's hard to acknowledge The infestation It's just a lesson A garbage can is a garbage can And the lesson is, Just don't get too close to it Why I don't love rap music And black men Cause depending on this image Or infestation of lower frequency invasion Is paramount to the reason I need a weave and Nails like Cardi B; The light skin is better than me, I guess Yes And the plague is The toxicity of the culture That sits on my corner And don't know nothing but the hustle, Truly makes my own stomach churn And I don't mean all of them, A generalization in the realization That I could just Never at this point Find sexual attraction In a black man After the experiences I've had Living in this trash can The beauty in a brother But the wickedness of the others, The ugly on the corner The no do gooders and hoodlums The scum that I'm somehow part of Cause I startle standing over a white girl's shoulder, Cause I look like the ones on the corner Who call themselves, Act like the word No one's fond of — it's an energy I don't want In my sons and daughters And though Beautiful brothers, aunts, aunts, and cousins I love all dark skinned; The toxic skid mark on the corner, The culture of skulls and crossbones When the whole world calls for moving up I'm not for it. So not for blue or red Or light or dark And no matter what the color is The peace without perfect is knowing what hurts And what doesn't So sweep them away like the ants And spray fir the roaches And put out the rat traps and Wage gaps and all the inequality Perhaps that is the lesson, laugh and laughter Tragic that I had to gone to hate that half Then again, Out if the reach of perfection A clown and a dunce Turn your ugly music up And tell me imm not good enough And how yot'll never learn to love Cause all you want is bodies, money, lust And never trust. There's no trust at all left in us If neighborhoods are all chalk dust and redlines anyhow How's that for pride An unremarkable Independence Day What freedom is there left at all If yours just chokes out mine? Another n word on another n word crime And inward I go Because I'm not supposed to talk about The way some don't know how to behave And either way, I'm hated for it Neither are gone the days of the numbers hanging over us and yet, When one door closes, yet another opens up Shut the fuck up I came recover from the underworld If bugs keep coming up here I never wanted to see a brother as a bug But what one does is what one dies, And well, a duck looks like a duck And so the roaches are the pests, And the devil's nest, the garbage can I used to think that if I just ate well, and worked out enough— that the noise would just stop. That the chaos and the yelling and the cars and the awful noises would all just go away— if I ran harder, if I ate better, if I stopped talking, stoped creating— stopped breathing; that maybe somehow I deserved the suffering or that it was something wrong with me and not the outside world. Then,as I started to burn out, I realized that was the point; eventually something like a dead battery, I realized that this nonsense had fully consumed me, and there was not a single thing I could change about myself that would make it stop. More often than not, these people wandering around unkempt or lost, or mumbling to themselves are also creatives, syntheses, and very possibly even unrecognized genius, time stolen by the insensitivities of a corporate and conformed world where social standard takes presidence over nurture; DAVE FRANCO is an extremely silent and introspective creature; an observant intellectual, he dosdains his screen persona— he admimantely dislikes the roles he plays, his given ‘type', and even his own fans. A complete asexual, his entire life as a celebrity is a sham. He finds himself soothed with a head in a book and steals away to the countryside near a river to paint in isolation, when he is approached by a magician of the quarry. He says nothing but only listens, his eyes grey and somber. L E G E N D S Some DJ banned phones at his performances and I second that and feel the world should follow suit. Besides dinosaur, my other favorite statue is a giant octopus and I found out it gets even better if you check behind it: there's a dog in a suit (which makes no sense, because the other animals are just animals and then, here is a man sized dog in a suit— however, the second part of the statue is a bunch of other word animals eating cake and there's even a third part, another dog in a suit and a rabbit (I guess) doing some weird stuff. I was too busy speculating on the feast to really notice what I was seeing; might have to take a night stroll over there when there aren't tourists crawling all over it— The charging bull statue sucks and I don't understand it, but I admire there's a line in the front and a seperate line in the back just to take a picture of its giant balls I admire the giant balls more than anything and find this grotesque tourist attraction appealing every time I see it. Indeed, every time I see it, I do look at it, but not because I'm admiring it. Because I'm genuinely grossed out by how many people are just always around it. Maybe the art itself is the spectacle of fame in general. Art that grows. [The Festival Project ™] To the mouse, I'm a dear old fan Just a buck toothed rabbit With a past And a lot of bad habits And To the big bear I'm a dead beat mom But I wrote this song Cause that's my problem I'm a lost cause On a gross ass block With a knock on wood And a whole pest problem Won't be long Will we'll all be gone And the whole damn world Just blows up, prob'ly. That was a good cookie. Something deep Can seep into you When you seal Everything shut And you keep to yourself For a moment Mantras Something becomes When you're sealed in tight Like the deal you might get If you play your cards right Slight of hand And hide your thoughts Cause we're all being watched By the monsters up top I should feel inadequate All I really got is a post mortem award But I don't know which song from As always fashionably 6 feet under I came to the Grammys in an ambulance How's that for posh, No, it's not a limousine (But the driver's much hotter) Next year I'll bring a fire truck I got the hose, of course But not the water To the big old mouse I'm a face in the crowd And the golden crown Just falls off the helmet Sure it fits But I get that the Mrs and mistresses Wear dresses It's just a message Duress signal Lessons and Tantra Then All of a sudden the suits and the ties are in Bed Stuy I've pondered arousal or rather I might have just guessed why It's a lesson Let them get in your head And leave breadcrumbs Then forever As imagined You wanted a friend But can't have it Tantrums —— Dear Friday, Am I on to you, Or nothing? Are you still in love, Or searching? Is it fall again, Or summer And I wonder Where you'll spend the winter My dear Friday? Summer, Only next to Monday Tuesday, Only next to Sunday And I wish to tell you, Friday, I will always love you My dear Friday Handle with care I heart his heart Yes I'm a dark soul, Black hole, Run, rabbit There are angels after you For every tear I ever cried and wished for you On orgasm That's to no effects as none And one to one And lovers love I want to wish We're worlds apart But really only levels under Separated by styrofoam containers So much for continuity. I'm confused As to What anybody wants But me and I know I fall all four times For all four kings Over and over And over It terrifies Just to think that I hurt you In another worldform Whispers Remember I just Didn't consider I could Ever Have that sort of Power To know tonever love you But instead to want to murder you A solace— but I don't The door is open The door is open. The door is open . She is the most beautiful thing in the world And not me And I still Would not want to cause pain It is only in your nature To love her And murder me by doing that The instinct to kill The bad and the awful and ugly I know no sense of love Besides in the songs and in movies — to have and to hold, though None sense No, not at all It is only in your nature I am ugly. A cause to remember Functioning at low capacity I don't you what you're asking me I gotta get my facts straight But gotta check my fax machine Empancipate planet just for answers Cause water don't flow If there is no Bridge and you know How to burn those It's a curse tho And there's no cure I'd rather be alone, Or Secure the closure Don't go back To your Slight of hand , Slide of cards I don't want to write right now—- Twist of fate, plight of pawns I don't want to write right now A trickle of water A flick of the wand I don't want to— Wait, what are we— spellbinding. Spellbinding! 101. This dork. I hate this guy. Why didn't I get professor.. When— exactly Did— I get to Tel you that you'd love To know me {Enter The Multiverse} You don't know jack shit, pal! I do know Jack! You don't! Yes I do, he's my neighbor! What! Come! The mailbox reads Czhit, J. *squints extra hard* See, I told you. You're a strange man. I never was normal… Who are you? Uh. C'mon man, you know me. *squints extra stupid hard* I thought I did, but now I don't. What changed your mind? [it's been a long hard day. DANNY BOY can't possibly squint any harder. He looks at his old pal BOB and simply doesn't know what else to say. ] BEFORE. PREVIOUSLY ON {Enter The Multiverse}} Though I had imagined at least a week or so, the bloating from the undue stress and panic had vanished within 3 days time, and I was wide awake and wired by the time I was finally off work; Having just seen the updated schedule, after a week-long crisis of offloading and re-downloading even my most crucial apps, like Shazam, Google Documents, and Maps–I had finally logged into the mandatory tracking app in which my employer used to regulate the multiple businesses they owned, myself a mere pawn in the endeavor, for a humble and measly hourly of $17; Not that any, or at least most of my given shift time had gone to waste–I had been gracious enough with my own free time to allow at least some of my creative endeavors to flourish, posting nearly an hour-long-or-so mixtape every day to each Podcast channel, with of course The Infinite Skrillifiles taking the lead: a true cult following with by the thousands of downloads, and the others gaining traction in their own way. Now, After having fasted and worked three days, I was off for two, and had added what could have been at least 50 more pages to theThe Festival Project or more, not that it mattered–and yet, it somehow, to someone, somewhere–also did matter; perhaps not just to me, but there seemed to be something driving me to it. I had posted the latest episode cold, without auditioning it at all–and now, my dilemma seemed to simply be that I was too hungry to sleep– a sure sign that the fast was quickly ending, as it sometimes did–and although my clarity and focus was still moderately intact, I was also becoming slow, foggy, and groggy–and with no time to waste, I would undoubtedly have a smooth transition into anything, especially not a palpable strategy to pull myself out of the literal gutter by the bootstraps and into a modest enough apartment that I wouldn't have to share it, and could go back to happily living in healthy and plentiful moderation, as I had learned how to over the years; I realized that even without extreme fasting, I had elevated myself entirely–or, rather, that God had–to give credit where credit is due. ‘Listen To This', said a broad and unbeknownst voice; and without een thinking, my own body, seemingly at the will of a greater force entirely took it upon itself to sit fully upright in my bed, reaching for my iPhone, which had already been turned off to sleep– it's replacement due to be sitting in my mailbox in Downtown Santa Monica at any moment, and without even the energy to do much other than to lie down and think, bandana draped over my eyes as a shield to the morning light and earplugs pressed firmly into my inner-canals–I couldn't even think to imagine dragging myself up and out at a decent enough time to retrieve it; But there was obviously something I needed to do, or see, and so–alarmingly autonomously, I uncovered my eyes and unplugged my ears, reaching for my Beats Studio headphones as my fingers inched over the buttons to summon my iPhone to turn on, syncing my bluetooth and selecting the episode, which I had published earlier along with the entry I had spent the first couple hours of my shift crafting in an insolant rage, wet from rain and cold, and hardly paying attention to my post, or my awful coworker–who wasn't altogether awful, just uncomfortably obsese, and poingiantly ignorant. ‘What are you hungry for?', The voice asked, And without hesitation, I silently listed my Whole Foods escapade, glistening with thoughts of Croissants, Bananas, Apples, Trail Mix Tater Tots A Cool Haus Ice Cream Sandwich, –and maybe even an Acai bowl, as they were almost always out of Acai by any time was able to make it to the juice bar. ‘Yes', said the voice “Really?”! I asked–still silently, though at least one of my roomates was beginning his day, and the other, the 22-year-oldd from Brooklyn was still sleeping quietly, wreaking of liquor and leftover something, which at a glance appeared to be Jack In The Box ‘Yes.' The episode aligned perfectly with the quickly escalating season of the Multiverse i had crafted and was nearly entirely consumed with creating, and the fast was, indeed, over–at least for a moment– I had, after all, only been fasting because of Drake Bell and his whippets, which for some or any reason at all had irked me to the point of lucidity beyond recognition and ignited my soul into the chaotic and cryptic, whimsical frenzy with which the 6th Season of The Festival Project was being written ferociously. Still, nothing seemed to matter and no one seemed to really care, but it was at least a prompt–and of course, I was still being followed by bodies that coughed a lot, but even that just seemed a toxic wash of nonsense I couldn't be bothered with, croissants or not. I fantasized being knocked off in a robbery , but would more than likely just die of a broken heart and a lack of love. In walked a childhood crush, and opened up Pandora's Box Ugh. This Fucking Sucks. Drake Bell was not my childhood crush. Wait— he wasn't. No: Don't get me wrong—he's my type, or— was, but… Let us not forget my placement in the world, and here is where I make my mark, to wit that the programming of an entire generation had been captivated and altered in my very own mine—the familiarity of potent lust arising out of circumstance and also nirture, a lack of fight or flight from which one could and would have easily turned away—or run towards. Then, almost hastily unknowing whether to jump to conclusions in that, my own series had created some kind of reverberations within what was so quite notably a smaller pond than not— the industry itself having eyes and ears with every motion I had taken from the start of it, and my ability to trust, and naivety ruined over the course of what my mind would have imagined, how startlingly easy it was to awaken his imaginary world which was, not only not just of random circumstance, but an idea that was planted and mulled over. Tales of a Superstar DJ {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. {} - Enter The Multiverse

In conservative economics, cuts to social services are often seen as necessary to shrink the expanding deficit. Donald Trump's budget bill is something altogether different: it cuts Medicaid while slashing tax rates for the wealthiest Americans, adding $6 trillion to the national debt, according to the Cato Institute. Janet Yellen, a former Treasury Secretary and former chair of the Federal Reserve, sees severe impacts in store for average Americans: “What this is going to do is to raise interest rates even more. And so housing will become less affordable, car loans less affordable,” she tells David Remnick. “This bill also contains changes that raise the burdens of anyone who has already taken on student debt. And with higher interest rates, further education—college [and] professional school—becomes less affordable. It may also curtail investment spending, which has a negative impact on growth.” This, she believes, is why the President is desperate to lower interest rates; he has spoken of firing his appointed chair of the Federal Reserve, Jerome Powell, whom he has called a “numbskull” and a “stupid person,” and installing a more compliant chair. But lowering interest rates to further political goals, Yellen says, “are the words one expects from the head of a banana republic that is about to start printing money to fund fiscal deficits. … And then you get very high inflation or hyperinflation.”Plus, “rarely have so many members of Congress voted for a measure they so actively disliked,” Susan B. Glasser noted in her latest column in The New Yorker, after the passage of a deficit-exploding Republican budget. Millions of people will lose access to Medicaid—a fact that the President lies about directly—and many trillions of dollars will be added to the deficit. Interest payments on the federal debt will skyrocket, and Trump is so desperate for lower interest rates that he seems poised to fire his own chair of the Federal Reserve and install a compliant partisan to head the heretofore independent central bank. “Anybody panicking about that in Washington?” David Remnick asks Glasser. “I think we are the boiled frog,” she replies. “We are almost panic-immune at this point, in the same way that Donald Trump has, I think, inoculated much of America against facts in our political debate. Even inside of Washington, there's so many individual crises at one time it's very very hard in Trump 2.0 to focus on any one of them.”

**Use the code NINDADS at checkout to receive 20% plus free shipping at Manscaped.com** On this week's episode of the Nintendo Dads Podcast: News ● Nintendo Switch Game Voucher Program scheduled to end ● GameStop is auctioning off the stapler used to attach receipts to Nintendo Switch 2 boxes during launch night for charity ● Donkey Kong Bananza is being developed by the team behind Super Mario Odyssey ● New Batch of Icons Available for NSO Subscribers ● Nintendo considers "shorter development periods" on some games as costs rise ● Animal Crossing collaboration with Crocs is coming ● Amazon stocks Nintendo Switch 2 directly for the first time in the US ● Game Releases/Updates Let's Discuss ● How is the Nintendo Switch 2 fitting into your life? Do you still use your original Nintendo Switch? Rumors ● Monolith Soft Tokyo is developing another Xenoblade Chronicles game Games we've been playing ● Super Mario Strikers ● Lost in Random: The Eternal Die ● Squeakross: Home Squeak Home ● PICROSS Records of The Shield Hero ● Mario Kart World ● Hogwarts Legacy ● Street Fighter 6 ● Ticket to Ride ● Patapon 1+2 Replay ● Cyberpunk 2077 Community Spotlight Check out our website at http://nintendodads.org for our latest videos, episodes, tweets, and social media links. Apple Podcasts feed: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/nintendo-dads-podcast/id950582320?mt=2 YouTube Music feed: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyID_QWdPfjM17EE3cg8Pin30jHkLqWKr Become a patron and help us improve the show! https://www.patreon.com/NintendoDads Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Yesterday marked 40 years since Live Aid. Listeners share their go to songs that pump them up. Rachel's TikTok of how she got a better view for a picture in Cobh has gone viral. Martin is upset he can't find banana ice cream anywhere anymore.

Juntamos nossos timbres amadeirados, faceiros, escandalosos, envolventes e crispados para falar sobre ingestão de substâncias duvidosas para o engrossamento da voz, panturrilha de batata chips e, no momento sério e inesperado da noite, para nos emocionar pensando na perda. Acompanhe o SAD: iTunes | Android | Spotify | Grupo no Telegram Envie SUAS HISTÓRIAS anonimamente … Continue lendo "213 | Voz Críspida e Sacode Verbal no Favo da Banana"

Cowabunga! This week on Nostalgia Junkies, Alex and Cruz sit down with legendary TMNT comic book illustrator Steve Lavigne for a totally radical chat!

Elle & Grant Dawson gets Blitzed on UFC Nashville by Dave Van Auken Lewis v Teixiera Garcia v Kattar   ► Follow Host Dave Van Auken on Instagram

Você acha que a história de guerra dos EUA começa no Dia D? Ah, doce ilusão cinematográfica... Antes de "Band of Brothers" e das lágrimas do soldado Ryan, já havia sangue escorrendo dos campos de batalha contra povos indígenas, mórmons, vizinhos latinos e até contra a Rainha do Havaí.Neste episódio, abrimos a cartela de bingo do imperialismo: Guerra da Melancia, das Bananas, da Samoa, do Haiti, do Havaí... e claro, as guerras domésticas contra Tecumseh, Gerônimo, Touro Sentado e outros líderes que resistiram — antes de virarem mascotes de time ou atração de circo.Tem Mathew Brady clicando cadáveres, e Hearst & Pulitzer provando que dá pra fabricar uma guerra com manchetes sensacionalistas — bem antes do Twitter.No meio disso tudo, os livros tentam lembrar que a guerra tem cheiro de pólvora, mas gosto de hipocrisia.Porque quando o país mais armado do planeta fala em liberdade... é bom checar se o canhão não está apontado pra você. —------------------------------APOIE o programa: APOIA.SE - https://apoia.se/nosnahistoriaSIGA-NOS no Instagram: @nosnahistoria_@buenasideias@lucianopotter @arthurdeverdadePatrocínio:TRADUZCA - https://www.traduzca.com/LIVROS INDICADOS NO EPISÓDIO - UM LIVRO - https://www.livrarianosnahistoria.com.br

O programa Meio-Dia em Brasília desta quinta-feira, 10, fala sobre a taxação imposta pelo presidente dos Estados Unidos, Donald Trump, aos produtos brasileiros. A taxa de 50% valerá a partir de 1º de agosto.Além disso, o jornal aborda as consequências políticas e econômica para o Brasil e as repercussões junto ao Supremo Tribunal Federal (STF).Meio-Dia em Brasília traz as principais notícias e análises da política nacional direto   de Brasília.     Com apresentação de José Inácio Pilar e Wilson Lima, o programa aborda os temas mais quentes do cenário político e econômico do Brasil.     Com um olhar atento sobre política, notícias e economia, mantém o público bem informado.   Transmissão ao vivo de segunda a sexta-feira às 12h.   Apoie o jornalismo Vigilante: 10% de desconto para audiência do Meio-Dia em Brasília   https://bit.ly/meiodiaoa   Siga O Antagonista no X:  https://x.com/o_antagonista   Acompanhe O Antagonista no canal do WhatsApp. Boletins diários, conteúdos exclusivos em vídeo e muito mais.  https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Va2SurQHLHQbI5yJN344  Leia mais em www.oantagonista.com.br | www.crusoe.com.br 

Welcome true believers to X-Men Horoscopes where each week our host Lodro Rinzler is in conversation with a special guest to discuss the X-Men issue that aligns with a significant month and year from their life and what that issue reveals about their future. This week, Top Banana/Group Editor for the X‑Men line Tom Breevort joins us for an exploration of his birth month and year X-Men issue. Tom discusses his meteoric rise in the ranks at Marvel from intern to editor and VP, why Tom told them they didn't want him editing X-Men, and a look at his wish list for future X-projects. We cover X-Men 28 which Tom fights with Lodro about because he claims this is NOT his birth month and year issue. Also in this episode: Tom's favorite comics from the Krakora era Lodro picks a fight about the Cyclops/Jean Grey/Wolverine throuple Which X character does Tom plan to champion next? the introduction of the biggest threat the X-Men ever faced (spoiler: it's just the Banshee and he spends the majority of the issue running errands) how creators get the credit and editors get the blame Lodro dated The Ogre Jean is just trying to get a goddamn education The Ogre is bad at distractions All this plus Tom's advice for handling intense criticism. What does any of this mean for his future? Tune in to find out! Tom Breevort is a highly respected comic book editor and executive who has been a driving force at Marvel since starting as a college intern in 1989. He steadily climbed the ranks—from assistant editor to Executive Editor in 2007—overseeing major series like New Avengers, Civil War, Fantastic Four, and Avengers vs. X‑Men. Promoted in January 2011 to Senior Vice President of Publishing, Tom became Marvel's longest‑serving editor and, in 2024, took on the role of Group Editor for the X‑Men line amid the From the Ashes relaunch, all while retaining his VP and Executive Editor titles. With decades of experience shaping superhero narratives and nurturing creative talent, Brevoort remains one of the most influential editorial voices in modern comics. He can be found at his website, Substack, X, and on Instagram. More of Lodro Rinzler's work can be found here and here and you can follow the podcast on Instagram at xmenpanelsdaily where we post X-Men comic panels...daily. Have a question or comment for a future episode? Reach out at xmenhoroscopes.com

Mark's mind is all a-jumble with observations and ill-defined opinions about Mario Kart World. It's quite the introductory section yet again.Mark brings Marmaduke. We're once again turning back the clock on our tools.Grant brings Pearls Before Swine. Why can't we all just have a nice day?Send feedback to comicalstart@gmail.com.

We try a new cocktail that uses 99 Bananas and it's surprisingly good. After bouncing off of the first Death Stranding, Jared is enjoying the second one and its streamlined approach. Nick is enjoying Rematch and thinks it could be the next Rocket League with the proper support. Discord

7:00 HOUR: Do the Tigers need a bat? Are you getting Banana fever?

Riger and Costa talk about the infatuation with the Savannah Bananas

(0:00) Mark Dondero joins Felger and Mazz as they open the third hour with calls on the Luis Ortiz gambling scandal, whether the Red Sox should buy or sell, and Joe Mazzulla’s Summer League plan. (10:59) The guys react to Wimbledon’s faulty A.I. line judges and discuss its shortcomings. (26:26) Comments on the NBA’s new Summer League statistic ruling regarding buzzer-beater half-court shots, plus discussion about the rules in Savannah Bananas baseball games.

(00:00-35:43) Doug, you ready to do this? Frigid in here this morning. New Yorkers, call in. Pool talk. Miguel Cairo. Rotation lineup against the Nationals. Can you still roll Fedde out there? Jeff Fisher's Monday Diversion. Banana splits. Bologna and other emulsified meats. Pestus is on hold let's see what he has to say. Pestus needs the e-mail address again. Pool cleaning tales from Pestus. Alright Pestus, we gotta go.(35:51-51:24) The math isn't mathing. The Fan Show. Ken Rosenthal audio talking about the mindset of the Cardinals at the deadline. Jackson's Colossal Cardinal Question. Stolen take valor.(51:34-1:19:00) Uncle RIch, Rich Gould checks in with us. He's got a flying pool. The tornado got his pool. His car accident. The Fan Show. Baseball vs. Hockey in St. Louis. Growing up in Orange County. PONY World Series. What's Rich doing with his free time? No cocktails at the public pool. Roller Derby and Frisbee Golf.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

During his visit to the Ark Encounter nine years ago, I asked Bill Nye, “the Science Guy,” if we're related to bananas and he said, “yes!”

A new MP3 sermon from Answers in Genesis Ministries is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Are We Related to Bananas? Subtitle: Answers with Ken Ham Speaker: Ken Ham Broadcaster: Answers in Genesis Ministries Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 7/8/2025 Length: 1 min.

Who like hot bananas? Shout out to Twyster for inadvertently giving us the perfect title for this week's episode!WE'RE BACK, BITCHES! Sorry that life got in the way and we hadn't gotten a chance to give you the weekly dose of hilarity you crave! We deliver a hot dish of ridiculousness, starting with our notable freak of the week and follow it up with some discussion about movies with 0% ratings on Rotten Tomatoes.As always, you can chime in on the covo @ineffablysublimepod on all the socials, call or text us at 814-299-6551 or send us an email to ineffablysublimepod@gmail.com.

The Daily Gambit started it off, then Skraby talked about the Savannah Bananas heading to town, and NFL news and notes to close out the hour!

Today we discuss impulse buys, Dolly Parton, we both have good recommendations that will make your life better, we play BANANA SPLIT and we have an epic 1K Word Play! Here is the golf fight video Ryder talks about on the pod today: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLzpZmkuzqp/?igsh=emJqNjZheWN5OXd0 Ryder and Lisa are brought to you by Always Plumbing & Heating at www.alwaysplumbing.ca! We are joined by Sam to talk about Douglas Mattresses! Get yours here: https://www.douglas.ca/play107/

A new MP3 sermon from Answers in Genesis Ministries is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Are We Related to Bananas? Subtitle: Answers with Ken Ham Speaker: Ken Ham Broadcaster: Answers in Genesis Ministries Event: Radio Broadcast Date: 7/8/2025 Length: 1 min.

Bill rambles about banana ball, Sabbath's last show, and the corporate world. Zip Recruiter: Let ZipRecruiter find what you’re looking for free at this exclusive web address www.ZipRecruiter.com/BURR Lucyd: If you’re ready to upgrade your eyewear, head to Lucyd.coand use code BURR for 20% off.

Correspondent Bill Whitaker ventures out to one of the most dangerous inlets in America, nicknamed the Graveyard of the Pacific, at the mouth of the Columbia River. The mission? Document the training of elite members of the U.S. Coast Guard determined to graduate from the National Motor Lifeboat School and earn the coveted title of certified Surfmen. Whitaker speaks with some of the best water rescue professionals in the country as they push their limits, tackling the roughest waters and toughest test, to hear firsthand what it takes to operate in huge breaking surf in order to save lives. Located in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay and only accessible by boat, Smith Island, Md., is a place where time stands still, and its residents speak a unique dialect. Rising sea levels and erosion are changing the landscape and placing residents at risk of becoming some of the country's first climate refugees. Correspondent Jon Wertheim meets these locals to hear how climate change threatens their way of life – and the island itself – and how their perseverance and pride are inspiring a new generation of islanders. Something unusual is going on in Major League Baseball stadiums across the country this season, and it isn't traditional baseball. Correspondent Lesley Stahl reports from Savannah, Ga., on the dancing, back-flipping, lip-syncing almost-baseball team, the Savannah Bananas. They've created a new twist on the sport, which they call Banana Ball. Among its rules: a two-hour time limit; no bunting, walks or mound visits; and if a fan catches a foul ball, it's an out. Stahl meets Banana Ball's unorthodox, yellow-clad founder, Jesse Cole, and discovers the electric, circus-meets-sporting-event atmosphere that is selling out ballparks. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

(00:00-18:03) When's Tim coming back? Michigan territories. Doug had a bug fly in his ear. Tales of Chairman's 40th birthday. LL Cool J hopping in the comments. Moving from Napa to STL. Studio apartments. 50 is where it all goes downhill. Bookend embarrassments at Wrigley for the Cardinals.(18:11-50:10) Do you remember your 21st birthday? Maybe an IL stint for Fedde. Cardinals are the second oldest team in baseball. Mark in Quincy on the phone lines wants a eulogy on this Cardinals team. Brendan Donovan makes the NL All-Star team. Bring on the Bananas.(50:20-1:08:48) Get your text name changed this week. A dash of soccer talk. Sneaking in flares. Would you accept a White Castle slider from a stranger? Jackson's never been to Wrigley. Pozo's minor league journey. Doug think the Cardinals are still in the race.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In hour three we learn where Drake Maye ranks in players under age 25, the o-line ranks in the NFL and some Banana ball

Banana ball was in Boston over the weekend. 73 different batting orders for the Red Sox this season

In this episode of Shift with CJ, we explore two of the most powerful, low-cost habits that transform your energy, body, and brain—sleep optimization and foundational movement. If Day 1 was about igniting change through fasted cardio and portion control, Day 2 is about mastering recovery and resilience.What You'll Learn:Why Sleep Is Your #1 Biohack: CJ reveals how sleep is the cornerstone of recovery, hormone regulation, fat loss, and mental clarity—and how improving sleep is free. He breaks down which foods enhance melatonin and serotonin production and which ones sabotage your rest.The Big 6 Exercises: You'll get an intro to the most essential movements that form the foundation of any fitness plan:Squats (legs)Push movements (e.g., push-ups)Pull movements (e.g., rows, pull-downs)CJ emphasizes quality over quantity—form, breath, and the mind-body connection are key. These aren't about performance but about building the habit.Why Movement + Sleep Work Together: Good sleep boosts muscle recovery, while exercise improves sleep quality by regulating your circadian rhythm, lowering stress, and tiring out your nervous system naturally.Key Takeaways:Form beats reps. Don't worry about lifting heavy. Focus on slow, controlled movement—3 seconds down, 2 seconds up.Use the 10-rep rule. For each of the Big 6 movements, do 10 reps per set with 3 sets total.Track your workouts. Use a handwritten or digital journal. Record your sets, how you felt, and your breath control to build awareness.Sleep-enhancing foods include:Kiwi (melatonin and serotonin)Tart cherry juice (natural melatonin)Banana (tryptophan and potassium)Turkey (L-tryptophan)SMASH fish like salmon, mackerel, anchovies, sardines, herring (omega-3s and vitamin D)Sleep-sabotaging foods include:Spicy foods (raise body temperature)Cheese (contains brain-stimulating thiamine)Sugary desserts (cause blood sugar crashes)Alcohol (interferes with REM sleep)Chocolate (contains caffeine and theobromine)Acidic foods (may cause heartburn or discomfort)5 Things to Start Doing Today:Do a 15-minute workout using Squats, Push, and Pull movements – master the basics slowly and record your progress.Eat 2 kiwis or drink 237 ml of tart cherry juice 1–2 hours before bed to naturally increase melatonin and reduce time to fall asleep.Avoid spicy, sugary, or acidic foods after 6 PM—your digestion and sleep quality will thank you.Add one SMASH fish (salmon, mackerel, anchovies, sardines, herring) to your dinner this week to support better serotonin production and deeper sleep.Create a wind-down routine that starts with light stretching or journaling and avoids screens and stimulants 60–90 minutes before bed.Final Insight: Exercise tears down. Sleep builds up. When you respect both, you create the environment for your strongest, healthiest, most energized self to emerge.—Listen now on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or YouTube. Tag @ShiftWithCJ and share how you're sleeping and moving better from Day 2.#ShiftWithCJ #SleepOptimization #Big6Exercises #BiohackingBasics #FoundationalFitness #SleepFoods

Welcome to On A Water Break—your sideline pass to the world of drum corps, marching band, color guard, and the marching arts! In this bonus “With” episode, host Stephen McCarrick sits down with Neal Bright, drummer for the Savannah Bananas Pep Band, to unpack six seasons of stunt drumming, pre-game pageantry, viral social-media fame—and the reality of balancing it all around a school-day teaching career.Episode Segments 32-Count Life StoryNeal's lightning-fast origin: Effingham, GA → Georgia Southern & West Georgia → middle-school band director → “one-off” summer gig → permanent spot in the Savannah Bananas Pep Band. Inside the ShowHow the Bananas blend choreography, crowd interaction, stunt drumming and TikTok-worthy antics into every plaza rehearsal and in-game routine. Water We Doing?A hot take on why marching-arts educators rarely mention paid entertainment-band careers—and why drumline skills can become a fun, income-generating side hustle. Gush & GoGreat news: Neal's first child is due this December (banana-onesie ready!), plus a reminder about Stephen's July 12 drum clinic at Rowan University.Watch the Pep Band in Action This Is Bananas: Banana Band ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEIWCpuwIoc youtube.com Pep Band Practice #Shorts ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/shorts/uj-hjsZZKVU youtube.com Official Savannah Bananas Site ▶️ https://thesavannahbananas.com/ thesavannahbananas.comListen Everywhere YouTube Channel ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEIZAjFybvq_AzpFUXvNJDQ Spotify ▶️ https://open.spotify.com/show/onawaterbreak Apple Podcasts ▶️ https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/on-a-water-break/id1653637341 Google Podcasts, Amazon Music & more — search “On A Water Break”Connect & Get Involved On A Water Break (IG & X) ▶️ @onawaterbreakpodcast Host Stephen McCarrick ▶️ @stephenmccarrick Guest Neal Bright ▶️ @nealdrums1 Guest Signup ▶️ https://forms.gle/7GcpYZLfY8Uo54pp9 Website ▶️ https://onawaterbreakpodcast.comSponsorGuard ClosetCustom color-guard uniforms, flags & accessories—design your look at https://www.guardcloset.com and follow @GuardCloset for pro tips and new releases.

7/4/25 - Hour 2 Guest host Brian Webber is joined James Jackson of The Athletic to talk about the latest in the NBA. Please check out other RES productions: Overreaction Monday: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://apple.co/overreactionmonday⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  What the Football with Suzy Shuster and Amy Trask: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://apple.co/whatthefootball⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ The Jim Jackson Show: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jim-jackson-show/id1770609432⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ No-Contest Wrestling with O'Shea Jackson Jr. and TJ Jefferson: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/no-contest-wrestling/id1771450708⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's a BANANZA with the banana (Musa acuminata), a fruit so popular that it helped shape the political landscape of the world. Completely Arbortrary is produced and hosted by Casey Clapp and Alex CrowsonSupport the pod and become a Treemium MemberFollow along on InstagramFind Arbortrary merch on our storeFind additional reading on our websiteCover art by Jillian BartholdMusic by Aves and The Mini-VandalsSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It's America's best week! Celebrate what's left of the place as the guys attempt to help good ol' George Washington with some secret spy stuff. Chris gives George a mighty gift! Matt gets eaten alive again but not by a cool bear! U-S-A!

In today's #MikeJonesMinuteCon, we'll talk about 4th Of July Weekend with Banana Ball, Monster Jam and Joey Chestnut's return to the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest! 

The banana phone is ringing! And Sam is answering all of your questions ahead of the USWNT's matchup against Canada tonight!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textScott brought in a new friend, who has a twist on over wintering Musa Basjoos... aka, hardy banana trees! We've talked before about Scott's banana trees, but he has not been as successful as Terry Keefe. Terry and Scott never knew they lived in the same neighborhood and had the same drive... to re-create poolside tropics in Midwest Ohio.Listen in as we discuss Terry's way(s) of having successful over winter success.And yes, Scott is jealous!Previous episodes:S3 E14: Banana Tree #1https://www.buzzsprout.com/887557/10762678S3 E17: Banana Tree #2https://www.buzzsprout.com/887557/10941034The Banana Trees 365 Updatehttps://www.buzzsprout.com/887557/13070990Black Diamond Garden CentersWelcome Black Diamond Nursery & Lawn Service. We been a local business in Toledo for over 70 years!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showBlack Diamond Garden Centers; Toledo, Perrysburg and now Waterville Ohio!https://blackdiamondgrows.com/Please visit our Facebook and Instagram links!https://www.facebook.com/yourmidwestgardenpodcast@yourmidwestgardenpodcast

On this episode of Taste Buds with Deb, host Debra Eckerling chats with Jessica Fishenfeld, actor, singer, and host of “Bagels and Banter.” “I wanted my own show where I can talk to people and talk about bagels,” says Fishenfeld. “And this [is the] organic creation that came about.”   After moving from New York to Los Angeles, Fishenfeld's quest for a good local bagel led her to create this fun, foodie series, available on YouTube. She reviews bagels, and brings friends along to enjoy the experience with her.   It all started when Fishenfeld and her husband decided to check out The Bagel Factory in Redondo Beach for Valentine's Day 2024. Fishenfeld filmed the experience   “He thinks it was his idea, I think it was my idea,” she says. Fishenfeld created a video review. It's what got the ball … er bagel … rolling. .   As a fan of Seinfeld's “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee” - and a people-person who loves hosting - Fishenfeld found a great topic, “Bagels and Banter,” on the perfect stage!    “Life is like an everything bagel,” she says. “Roll that dough into everything … you pick up little things from here and there … some things will fall off and the things that are meant to be will stick to that dough, just like the things that are meant to be will stick with your life.”    She adds, “There's little flavors from all different places, and the mixing together of them creates not only a great bagel, but a great life.”    Jessica Fishenfeld talks about her journey from bagel lover to show host, her bagel rating system, the ultimate bagel reheating hack, and bagel facts. She also shares food memories and her mom's award-winning banana bread recipe, which you can find at JewishJournal.com/podcasts.    Learn more at JessicaFishenfeld.com, subscribe to @bagelsandbanter on YouTube and follow @jecafish and @bagelqueenjess on Instagram. *** Deb recently won best Anchor/Host, Audio, at the LA Press Club's SoCal Journalism Awards for Taste Buds: https://jewishjournal.com/community/382367/jewish-journal-wins-nine-la-press-club-socal-journalism-awards-from-18-total-nominations/ For more,  subscribe on iTunes and YouTube, and follow @TheDEBMethod on social media.

Since last week we've been to Pride night, and Pottymouth has checked out the Smokies new ballpark, and crosstrained with Bananaball. Patti opted out on Bananaball because there are two kinds of people in the world. Although Cosmic Baseball could be a thing… The All Star Game is loaded with former boyfriends and just a few new ones, and the Derby could be all our guys. Congrats to Justin Verlander on what must be a very beautiful new baby, and thanks for the timing which let Brett Wisely back up to the bigs. More fans behaving badly, this time to Ketel Marte, and good work to the hometown fans for much-needed support. Police Blotter and more crosstraining as we report on horrible men in two sports. Franco gets away with abhorrent deeds and Tucker denies it all. More World Baseball Classic participants are announced and we are eyeing a trip to Puerto Rico. And thank you, Trea Turner, for not ticking off the baseball gods.We say, “I went and did the Banana thing,” “A light beer but way more of it so the math should work,” and “Whiskey with the Canadians in the basement.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Bluesky @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. We now have episode transcripts available!  They are available for free at our Patreon site. Say goodnight, Pottymouth. 

Logan and Mitch join CoasterBro to talk about what they have been up to this past month during our break. Record tornado outbreaks in Saskatchewan, CFL kickoff, Heatwaves, Banana ball, and of course past/future park visits. in the second half Logan leads the squad as the Cuzzies create their amusement park pet peeves tier list.Chat with the Cuzzies on Discord: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/abTDb3eVav⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Support the show on Patreon at: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/c/user?u=38631549⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Find us everywhere else on: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://solo.to/coastercuzzies⁠⁠⁠It's good to be back!

We fell in love with Mario Cantone as Anthony Marentino on “Sex and the City”. Mario returns to chat with me about the current season of “And Just Like That”, takes me back to what really inspired him to be in showbiz, his “amazing” baking skills and tries to explain to me why I have not yet received my loaf of banana bread. The only way “Group Text” happens is with YOUR support and support from mm amazing sponsors! Try VIIA! Head to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Viiahemp.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and use the code GROUPTEXT This is another Hurrdat Media Production. Hurrdat Media is a podcast network and digital media production company based in Omaha, NE. Find more podcasts on the Hurrdat Media Network by going to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠HurrdatMedia.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Hurrdat Media YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ channel! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Drat Vahder. The Spirit of K-Mart. I Don't Like Iceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! 1... 2... Krug is Coming for You. Antant. Draw Me with a Thicker Center Tentacle. Homophobia Zero. Hawk Milk. Keep An Eye on Your Tea Stain. Weird Meat Rollin'. House-Brand Sugar Drink. Business raccoon fleeing mule. The Podcast Boys! Banana ball coming to a city near you. Dan has gone away with Dan and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Derrick Kosinski & Scott Yager break down the Season 41 Cast!WATCH THE PREMIERE WITH US in New York City July 30th!Tix on sale THIS THURSDAY beginning with Patron Pre-Sales at www.ChallengeManiacs.comPre-Sale Schedule for Thursday, June 26th:1PM SAVAGE PATRONS2PM DIESEL PATRONS3PM MANIAC PATRONS4PM ALL PATRONSwww.ChallengeMania.Live6/28 - PITTBURGH w/ CT!7/13 - ATLANTA w/ BANANAS!7/27 - ROAD RULES 30th Anniversary Show in LA!www.ChallengeMania.Shop