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https://solvitryggva.is/ Gurrý Torfadóttir er einkaþjálfari og yogakennari sem hefur í áraraðir sérhæft sig í öllu sem snýr að heilsu. Hún varð landsþekkt í kringum þættina ,,Biggest Looser" á sínum tíma. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Gurrý um vegferð hennar, allt sem snýr að heilsu, þrautseigju, ástríðu og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

This week host @Jackgreenstalk (aka @Jack_Greenstalk on X/instagram backup account) [or contact via email: JackGreenstalk47@gmail.com] is joined by panel with @spartangrown on instagram or X f.k.a. Twitter at https://x.com/grown43626 or email spartangrown@gmail.com for contacting spartan outside social media, any alternate profiles on other social medias using spartan's name, and photos are not actually spartan grown be aware and and @TheAmericanOne on youtube aka @theamericanone_with_achenes on instagram who's amy aces can be found at amyaces.com , This week we missed @NoahtheeGrowa on instagram , @Rust.Brandon of @Bokashi Earthworks who's products can be found at bokashiearthworks.com . , Matthew Gates aka @SynchAngel on instagram and twitter @Zenthanol on youtube who offers IPM direct chat for $1 a month on patreon.com/zenthanol , @drmjcoco from cocoforcannabis.com as well as youtube where he tests and reviews grow lights and has grow tutorials and @drmjcoco on instagram, and and @ATG Acres Aaron The Grower aka @atgacres his products can be found at atgacres.com and now has product commercially available in select locations in OK, view his instagram to find out details about drops!

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Sólveig Anna Jónsdóttir er formaður Eflingar og hefur undanfarin ár staðið í mikilli baráttu fyrir þá sem minnst mega sín. Hún náði einni að brjóta internetið með því að vaða í Woke-hugmyndafræðina fyrr á árinu. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Sólveig um samfélagsmál, rétttrúnað, baráttuna fyrir jöfnuði, sögu Sólveigar, fjölmiðla, stjórnmál og fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

https://solvitryggva.is/ Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

For July's bonus episode, Caveman and Maggi head to Amity Island to talk JAWS. Will Maggi like this 50 year old terror classic? And just who should Oscar Isaac be in the inevitable remake? Find out today.Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

Writer of “Jaws" & "The Jerk" Carl Gottlieb talks about working with Spielberg, Steve Martin, Carl Reiner, David Crosby, Joan Baez, improv group The Committee, performing comedy in the army, how the Smothers Brothers Show was the hippest most popular show at the time and somehow also cancelled. Bio:  Carl Gottlieb is a screenwriter (Jaws, The Jerk), director (Caveman), & actor (Mash). His book, THE JAWS LOG, remains the most popular book about the making of a motion picture ever written.  He also wrote WHICH WAY IS UP with Richard Pryor. He was a member of the classic San Francisco Improv group, The Committee.  And a writer on the controversial Smothers Brothers show. He served on the Board of Directors of the Writers Guild of America, and was on the faculty of the Film Division of the School of the Arts at Columbia University, the American Film Institute, the University of Miami's School of Communications and the University of Southern California's School of Cinema & Television.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Arnmundur Ernst Backman er leikari og söngvari sem vakti strax á unga aldri athygli fyrir hæfileika sína. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Arnmundur um lífið og tilveruna, listina, listina að sleppa tökum til að opna fyrir tækifæri, ástríðu, hugrekki og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Árni Björn Kristjánsson er fasteignasali, vaxtarræktarmaður og faðir langveikrar dóttur. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Árni um sjálfsábyrgð, áskoranir lífsins, einlægni, heiðarleika, opin sambönd, heilsu og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

Trifulca Media Presenta:En La Clara Con La Trifulca con Alex Torres, Gerardo Rodriguez y Omar Vázquez quienes se unen al CaveMan para hablar de Ricky y Carlito. Facebook - https://ppppppppppppppQ XS www.facebook.com/a TrifulcaMedia?mibextid=LQQJ4d .p opiokcÑInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/latrifulcamedia?igsh=MW1yNGE2NnY0N2pyYw==Threads - https://www.threads.net/@latrifulcamediaYouTube - https://youtube.com/@trifulcamedia?si=Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/2Nki4huLPMwYftru08gFYV?si=Z2AMDLjRSiOc2U_LVUXRpwApple Podcast - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/trifulca-media/id1459553025#wwcluchalibre #carlito#rickybanderas#elmesias#elleonapolo#raygonzalez#wwcpr #aniversario52#caveman#wrestlingdom#desdelosterritorios#enlaclaraconlatrifulca #trifulcamedia

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 5 Lab work. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all; only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa. I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts; one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman. "Hey, got a second?" I asked. "Oh, hey Harrison," she said, looking up as she continued splashing water onto the back of her neck. "Sorry I haven't come to check with you and the girls today, we had three more loads this morning of barracks pilings I had to get sorted, and the fucking surveyors are still bitching about not knowing where the sewage lines are going to come onto the property, as if I can fucking answer that question for them or something." "When's your Dad supposed to finally get on site?" I asked. Her father was supposed to be the General Manager of the entire construction project, but so far I had yet to have seen him. "Fuck, a few days still at least," Vanessa sighed. "I'm getting tired as shit of the phone tag." "Well, sorry if this is a big ask and causes you more headaches; any chance we could project ahead a bit and figure out where we can stash the RVs and everything where we're not going to need to move them for a while? Moving everything around is annoying by itself, but I've also noticed some of your guys are spending a lot of time wandering by the RVs whenever the girls are outside." "Fucking gorillas," Vanessa grunted and grimaced. "I mean, on the one hand, I get it; they are either cooped up in the motel or here working. I'm not exactly thrilled with the situation either. But they could keep it in their fucking pants too, ya know?" "Look, if we can find a spot, the way I see it we can use the RVs and Containers to set up a yard for us that's blocked from view. Then we can have some privacy and not feel cooped up in the RVs, and your guys aren't tempted to let their eyes wander," I said. "I figure it's a win-win." Vanessa smiled and patted my arm. "Harri, as long as you keep the fucking indoors, I'll see what I can do about getting you guys some more privacy." "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a little worried that Erica and I might have gotten caught at the Willow tree after all, or that maybe a surveyor had wandered up near the Spring without us hearing. "Nothing, nothing," Vanessa said. "I just; you know we can see the RVs rocking a bit, right? And I don't know who it is, but someone over in your camp is a screamer. We can hear her when she really gets going. Once the guys even gave you a standing ovation." "Fuck," I coughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I think it's something to do with the vaccine. I've had more sex in the last four days than I have in the last four years. Honestly, I don't even know how I'm doing it; I ain't old, but I'm not a teenager either." "Well, god bless the vaccine I guess," Vanessa smirked. "And good for you. Just do me a favor and keep it inside the RVs 'till we can get you that privacy. We don't need the entire site shutting down to listen to you fucking your girlfriends." I shook my head again with a self-deprecating smirk. "Um, deal. I hope." That made Vanessa chuckle, and we parted ways for the afternoon. The next day, she came back in the morning and explained the plan she had worked out with the Surveyors and one of the tree-clearing crews. By mid-afternoon, a new swathe of the back end of the hill was bare of trees, and a bulldozer scooped dirt into the holes left by ripped-up stumps. By the time Vanessa left that evening, two of the storage containers had been shifted around by the 'gorillas' and positioned in an L-shape for us in the new location, and Leo and I moved the RVs to form the other two sides of a square. When Vanessa came by the next morning we'd hung up some old, heavy blankets at the corners to maximize our privacy, busted out the lawn chairs and barbecue, and were on our way to turning the space into an outdoor living room. Leo and I even went so far as to rig up an old bell we'd salvaged from the barn on a wooden post with a metal knocker on a string to serve as a doorbell. Erica was the one to answer Vanessa's ring of the bell, and she swept aside the blanket curtain. "Welcome to Casa de Black," she declared. "Jesus," Vanessa said, walking into our new home base. "You guys didn't want to wait, did you?" "Why would we?" Leo asked. "We don't know how long we're going to be living like this, so might as well make the most of it." Leo had decided to make one last addition to our current set-up, and had pulled a loose slab of wood from the container holding all his tools and was carving 'Speak Friend and Enter' into it the makeshift sign with his handheld angle grinder. He'd already been talking about using his torch to burn the wood before giving it a clear lacquer coat. "What can we do for you, Vanessa?" I asked. "Need some breakfast?" "Actually?" Vanessa chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second and peeked back outside the yard. "Breakfast would be fucking great. They're feeding us at the motel, but it's been the same instant oatmeal every fucking morning." "Well, we've yet to have our egg hookup dry out on us," I said. Old Mrs. Branston lived about fifteen minutes down the highway and had been selling eggs to three generations of my family; through the pandemic and quarantine we'd set up a system where I called ahead and she dropped off two dozen eggs at the end of her driveway, and I left a ten dollar bill in her mailbox. "How do you like them? I think I'm getting pretty good at using the grill with a frying pan." We hosted Vanessa for about fifteen minutes as I fried her up some over-easy eggs and some toast to go with it, and she started devouring the first two so quickly that I put another two in the pan for her immediately. While I cooked, she shared the most recent gossip running through the construction crews. "So the latest group to come in said they got tested four times before even leaving the airport," she said around a mouthful. "They were basically flown into Portland, put in little hygienic pods inside the terminals until they'd tested negative all four times, then escorted to military transports. I guess the army is our taxi service or something, and there are members of the national guard currently standing watch at all of the motels. It's kind of fucked up and feels like a prison, honestly. We're not even supposed to mingle outside with each other, despite the fact that we all work together here all day." "Who's feeding you all?" Danielle asked. "Just the people already working out there seems like a lot." "Some catering service is making these prepackaged meals," Vanessa said. "The breakfasts are shit, and the lunches are whatever. The dinners are Okay though; microwavable, and waiting for us when we get off shift." "Have you heard anything else out there about the vaccine?" I asked. "Hmm-Hmm," Vanessa shook her head. "But I mean, I spend my time working." "I'm still not seeing much online," Leo said. "Little whispers on social media, but then it disappears before it gets going." "That's kinda fucked up," Erica said. "We know it's real. The government must be censoring the information or something. "Well, whenever it happens, I don't know what I'll do," Vanessa sighed. "I like working too much, being my own woman. I bring in more cash in a year than almost every other person I graduated high school with, I've been doing it for years, and I don't have any debts. I can't just get tied down to some guy." "You would be surprised, Vanessa," Ivy spoke up. "I am this way too, no? I left home to make my way, and I am happy doing it. But now I am happy here, and am also safe from the sickness. It is not how I saw my life going, but c'est la vie, non?" Vanessa shrugged, and we moved on to some other topics until her radio squawked and she had to run off back to her work. By lunchtime I'd already done another two quick guides into the hills for the surveyors and Leo had gotten his nerd-sign carved out and torched, and he was spray lacquering it outside the yard with a facemask and safety goggles on to cut the strong fumes. He stopped the sprayer when he saw me approaching and stepped away from the sign. "Hey, you able to help me out with hanging this tonight?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I gotta help you fly your nerd flag somehow." "Yeah, says the guy with the Lord of the Rings concept art cycling as his desktop screen," Leo rolled his eyes. "It's for my work," I said. "Top-notch inspiration." And then I realized I hadn't opened my laptop in days; not since I'd finished the questionnaire that had led to Erica choosing me. And Ivy for that matter. I hadn't checked emails, I hadn't reached out to contacts. Fuck, I hadn't even sent in my last work-for-hire backgrounds. "Whatever," Leo laughed and punched me in the arm. "Look, when you go in there, just know it wasn't my idea, Okay? I only helped them move the stuff." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You'll see," Leo said cryptically. I ducked through the blanket door and immediately saw what Leo was talking about. Space had been cleared in the center of our sheltered yard for three of the heavy Adirondack deck chairs, and laying in those chairs were Danielle, Erica and Ivy. Each of them was wearing a bikini and were glistening with sunscreen and sweat from the sun as they tanned. They had a Bluetooth speaker playing songs from their phones; I suspected Erica was trying to convince the younger two women of the virtues of mid-2000s pop punk. "Oh, good," Erica said, grinning as she saw me coming into the yard. She lifted her glass. "Um, excuse me, waiter? We could use a top-up, please." I snorted and shook my head, walking over. All three of the women were in two-piece swimsuits, though I suspected Danielle and Ivy's were possibly part of their stripping gear rather than actual bikinis. Both of their suits were more string than fabric and left little to the imagination. Erica's was a bit more conservative, though really not by that much because of her swathe of cleavage. "What are we drinking today, ladies?" I asked. "I made up a pitcher of sangria," Erica said. "It's in the fridge in our place. You would be the absolute love of my life if you were to go get it for us, please?" "I thought I already was the love of your life?" I asked with a smile. "You are," Erica smiled back. "But this will get you to the front of the line for my next life, too. How about that?" "Does that go for all of you?" I asked. "Absolutely," Ivy grinned. "I think I could definitely do worse," Danielle grinned. "But I think Leo might have something to say about that." "Harri can take my brother," Erica chuckled. "Don't worry, Danni. Just sell your future soul to Harri, what's the worst that could happen?" "Fine. My future love life for a refill of sangria," Danielle giggled. I fetched the pitcher and poured for the three women, unable to wipe the grin from my lips as I watched and listened to them bantering back and forth happily. By mid-afternoon, the tanning was over and after a quick fuck in the RV Erica and I were lounging in the Adirondacks, each of us with a sketchbook in hand. "What are you working on?" I asked. "I know you've been as frustrated as I have over the last month." "A tattoo design for Ivy," Erica said, her brow creased as she tapped her pencil against her lips thoughtfully. "Now that I have a future canvas, I feel like I can concentrate again. Plus the sex helps a lot." You laughed and nodded. "Got your creative juices flowing, huh?" "Got all my juices flowing, baby," she grinned at me. "What about you? I've got Ivy, and Danielle wants me to design something for her now, too. What's got you drawing again?" I smiled a little and shrugged. "Just figured out my muse," I said. "And what's that?" she asked. "Come on, don't be shy." I turned my sketchbook around so that Erica could see the portrait I had been sketching of her. She looked at it and blushed, biting her lower lip. "Just the most beautiful thing in the world," I told her. "You know," Erica said. "It kinda looks like you're drawing me naked." "That's cause I'm drawing you from the shoulders up," I said. "Yeah, but would you?" she asked. "Would I what? Draw you naked?" "Or Ivy?" "Are you asking me to draw you like one of my French girls?" I asked. Erica barked out a laugh at the reference and threw her pencil at me. "Yes, maybe I am," she said. "Now give me back my pencil." "You threw it at me," I said, fetching it off the ground. "Come and get it." We ended up in each other's arms and making out, me halfway to taking her back into the RV for round two, when someone rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" I shouted over the wall. "It's me," Vanessa called and ducked through the blanket door without waiting for a response. "Sorry, but we've got a problem," she said. "I think I'm going to need you down at the road again." "Fuck," I said. "Is it Kara?" "It's a lot more than that bitch," Vanessa said. I changed and this time Vanessa drove us both down in her company-branded pickup truck. Erica, having already staked her claim on me in front of Kara in her eyes, decided to hang back and let Ivy finish what I'd started. I was sure sending me away with that picture in my mind was done on purpose. As we were nearing the bottom of the driveway, I could hear the noise of the protest through the closed windows and over the engine of the truck. "Fuck me," I said. "Yeah," Vanessa nodded. The end of the driveway was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, blocking traffic. They were three rows deep and singing a protest chant. Every single one of them was dressed in bright colors, showing their allegiance to the Band and proudly shouting for all they were worth. Opposing them, about ten feet up the drive, was a slim, single row of burly construction workers just watching the protest happen. "Those guys really can't let themselves get baited," I said. "If something happens, it doesn't matter who said what or what can hold up in court. There'll be big, scary motherfuckers showing up wanting to do some damage and I don't think your boys are ready for that." "I know, I already told them," Vanessa said. "But I'll tell them again. You'd be surprised how much threatening someone's big, fat bonus checks can keep them calm and focused." We got out of the truck and I walked down to the line of workers, rubbing at the stubble on my chin as I considered the protestors. There were easily fifty of them blocking the driveway, and there was already a backup of two flatbed trucks on the highway, plus a half dozen cars that looked more like they just wanted to get by rather than come in. Another thirty or so protestors were strung out on either side of the highway in both directions, holding up signs and doing the organizational things to keep the protestors going. "Pretty good turnout," I said offhandedly. "A lot bigger than last time." "When was the last time?" Vanessa asked. "Five years ago," I said. "Kara tried to sue for an injunction on my father's Will, and about a dozen protestors showed up to the courthouse the day she got shot down." "Any chance they'll get tired and go home?" Vanessa asked. I scanned the crowd and the vehicles parked up and down the highway. I already knew there were about thirty military-age males in the protest, and I could see people opening the backs of vans where I spotted supply caches of water and food. I could also see the determination on the faces of the crowd, and hear the declarations of a couple of different women holding loudspeakers. The rhetoric, and emotions, were ramped up more than usual. The anti-government hate was high, and now that they knew they weren't fighting Me but rather the Government it seemed to steel their resolve. "Not a shot," I said. I stepped forward and the shouting got louder. Likely every single person in that crowd knew who I was, while I had no idea who most of them were. But with every step I took, they shouted louder. Finally, halfway between the lines, they seemed to be at a fever pitch and I just stopped and waited. They kept going for a good five minutes before Kara pushed her way through and walked up to me, masked behind those bandanas again. "I told you this would happen," Kara said over the shouting and chanting. "You didn't think I could do it, but look at us. Look at us, Harrison! We will not let this happen to our land." "Kara," I said loudly. "How do you think this ends?" "Only one way," Kara shouted. "The Feds surrender to our rightful claim, and stop their colonization efforts, and we take back what's ours." "This is dangerous, Kara," I said, gesturing at the crowd. "What?" she shouted back. "I said this is dangerous, Kara," I shouted. "Every person here is in danger." "Are you threatening us?" Kara shouted, playing it up for the crowd behind her. "Going to kill us, like your family has done for generations?" "Jesus fuck," I said, shaking my head. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm going to pray for you, honest to God." Kara just held up her middle finger at me, pointed her other at Vanessa behind me, and turned and walked away to the cheers of her people. I shrugged and went back to Vanessa. "Yeah, they aren't leaving," I said. "I already called my Dad," Vanessa said. "He's coming down and will want to meet with you." "Sure," I nodded. "If they let him through." About thirty minutes later the protesters were still going strong, and another three flatbeds with either supplies or heavy machinery were backed up on the highway, along with dozens of cars. Vanessa was doing as much as she could to keep her workers at least a dozen yards away from the crowd of protestors; the last thing she wanted was for them to need to get quarantined waiting on a half dozen new tests. Or worse, actually catch something. I did my best to help her juggle phones, calling various General Foremen to get incoming trucks rerouted to staging areas and to keep those that were stuck in the traffic in their cabs or else they couldn't enter the site. Eventually she got a call, spoke quickly and then hung up. "Harri, this might be a big ask, but could you do me a favor?" she asked. "The government paid me a lot of money for my land and doing favors," I said. "But you've gone out of your way plenty for me and Leo and the girls. Favors come free to you, Vee." She rolled her eyes. "Who told you my brothers call me that?" "No one, just felt natural," I chuckled. "I call Erica 'E' sometimes, and I'm sure I'll end up calling Ivy 'I've' at some point." "Alright, well, 'H,'" she said. "My dad is parked down at the edge of the property on the highway and doesn't want to get too close to the traffic. Could you hike out to him and bring him back?" "Sure," I said. I looked up at the sun and then out at the woods. "Um, from here... it's probably faster if I grab an ATV. Would he be squeamish about riding double with me?" Vanessa snorted. "He probably wouldn't be, but he's also got a gut the size of your ATVs so it would be a tight fit." "Alright, guess we're hiking. I can rough it and reach him in about twenty minutes," I said. "I'll take a smoother way back for him, so we'll get here in under an hour." "Got it, I'll let him know you're on your way. Thanks," she said, patting my arm. "Try to take it easy on him, he growls like a bear but he's still my Dad." "Hey, he's the big man in charge. Gotta keep him happy or else I'll find myself with the worst workers for my house, right?" "Very true," she laughed. I started hiking back up the driveway a little ways, and then diverted into the woods, hoping that the protestors would miss that I was skirting away from them. I was very glad I had changed from my lounging around clothes; rough jeans and my hiking boots were a lot sturdier in the rocky bush than athletic shorts and sandals. The raucousness of the protestors was quickly muffled by the forest to a dull roar, and it felt good to get away from them. It was weird. After spending months in isolation with Leo and Erica, we'd been getting used to so many people around again with the workers and adding Ivy and Danielle to our weird little family dynamic. But a crowd like that, all packed together? That was exactly what the quarantine orders were warning against. "Harrison!" My name cut through the muffle of the trees and shrubs, and I turned and saw Kara quickly jogging through the woods to catch up with me. "Kara, what the fuck are you doing? You're trespassing," I said. "So throw me off your land," Kara said, coming to a stop about ten feet from me and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh wait, that's right, it's not your land anymore." I rolled my eyes. "You can take off the bandanas if you want. We're fine this far apart." She did so, pulling them down to hang around her neck. Kara was still as beautiful as the day we'd broken up, though she'd grown up a lot. Where I was such a mix that it was hard to tell I had any Native American in my bloodstream, she had that classic warm skin tone and thick black hair. She'd been taking care of herself well, fit and a little thinner than Erica was, but with a similar strong jawline to my girlfriend. Her lips were as full as I remembered though, and I could almost feel her kissing me again like all those years ago behind the corner of the biology classroom in high school, or laying out in the back of my old beater pickup under the stars. "What's going on, Harri?" she asked me. "I thought we'd at least hit a status quo or something." "Oh, the one where you file a lawsuit against me every couple of years, and the judge shuts you down, but I keep having to rack up legal fees?" "No," she said. "Well, sort of. I thought we were keeping things above board. No games, no gimmicks. Not getting historical." I grimaced. "Well, we did," I said. "So what the fuck?" she said, throwing her arms wide. "What the fuck is all of this?" "Kara, think about it for one fucking second without your prejudice. Imagine I'm not just doing this as a 'Fuck You' from my family tree to the Band," I said. "A week ago I wouldn't have thought any of this would be happening. A week ago I was happily living my life and would have stayed that way straight through the end of the world if I had to. Do you seriously think I've done this on some whim?" "Why, then? What are they doing? What are they offering you?" she demanded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said. "And even if you did, I think you're too far into this already to walk it back with your people." "Try me," she said. "If you ever cared about me,” "Stop," I interrupted her. "You've used that line twice on me before, Kara. You used it when you broke up with me, and you used it again right after my father died. That line didn't work when I was at some of the lowest points in my life; do you seriously think I'll respond well to that here?" She grimaced, and I saw the realization in her eyes that I was right. That she had used that line before, and it had been pretty fucked up for her to do that. "I'm sorry," she said, and only partially through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have done that." "Thank you," I said. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was in combat, just having this verbal sparring contest with her. I fucking hated her, but I also still knew she was the first girl I'd ever loved. The one that had broken my heart. The one that 'got away.' "Just explain it to me," Kara said, trying to be more even about it. "Please." I took a moment to breathe deeply. I wasn't barred from telling her anything. I'd tried to warn her when she'd shown up at the driveway before, but the thought of all those protestors at risk for the virus pushed me over the edge of trying to warn her again. "Kara, the government gave me the choice of accepting a huge payout for the land, or them kicking me out and taking it by eminent domain. Either way, they were going to take it and take it fast. I could either ride it, or die fighting it." "So what are they doing with it?" she asked. "Building homes," I said. "A whole gated community, it sounds like. Part of my payout was housing for myself, Leo and Valerie." "What the fuck? Why do they want a gated community way out here?" she asked. "Worst-case scenario shit," I said. "You mean the pandemic?" she asked. "Are you for fucking serious?" "Serious enough that my house got bulldozed a couple days ago," I said. "Gone. Like it was never even there." "This can't be real," Kara said. "This is absurd." "I told you that you wouldn't believe me," I said. "Well, if you were too much of a cunt to stop them, we will," Kara said, steeling herself again. "We'll have the local news down here by tomorrow, and if the Feds show up we'll have national news coverage by the end of the week." I had to try one more time. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you want it to. You're a dreamer, and I loved that about you when we were teens, but you know the real world doesn't just work like that." Kara narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going right now?" "What does that matter?" I asked. "Because I just followed you out into the woods after your little construction girlfriend was talking to you," she said. "She's not my girlfriend," I rolled my eyes. "Tell her that. She's flirting with you hard enough," Kara said. "I can see her doing it." "Even if she was, what does that have to do with you?" I asked. I knew I'd landed a blow because she got angry again. "Nothing," she said. "But I still want to know what you're doing." "I don't have to tell you that, Kara," I said. "I don't answer to you, I don't owe you anything, and I don't worship the ground you walk on. All I've got to say now is that you should go send all those people home, and hope that you haven't organized some super-spreader event here. For all the shit you've given me and my family, I don't want to see them all dead. I don't want to see you dead." Kara raised her bandanas again. "We're fighting the good fight. We're on the right side of this, Harrison. You're not." She turned and started walking back towards the road. "Fuck me," I sighed, shaking my head. That woman could still push my buttons almost fifteen years later. I pressed through the forest, making for the edge of the property and then diverting towards the road. When I reached it, I found a white and brown heavy pickup identical to Vanessa's idling on the gravel shoulder. The big guy in the driver's seat rolled down his window a crack. "What's up?" "I'm Harrison Black," I said. Another guy got out of the passenger seat and came around, slapping the hood. "Head on back to the motel," he said to the man in the truck. "I'll catch a ride back with my daughter." The guy in the truck nodded and waited for us both to back away before pulling a U-Turn and taking off down the highway. "So, you're the land guy, eh?" the man said, turning and offering me his hand. He was exactly as Vanessa had described; portly to the point of obese, with a gruff exterior that spoke of years handling his business in a rough industry and getting shit done. "I am," I said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Your daughter has been fantastic to work with. Helpful and on task, and she keeps her guys in line." "I have no doubt," he said. "She grew up bossing her older brothers around and got the best of her mother and me. I'm Brent Peters, by the way. I'm sure we'll be speaking every once in a while through this project." "Good to meet you, sir," I said. "And I'm sure we will." I led Brent into the brush and got us through the roughest part until I could get us to one of the more used trails. It got a lot easier for him there, and once he had a chance to catch his breath he seemed to actually enjoy the chance to stretch his legs. He didn't know, or at least wasn't forthcoming, with any more information than Vanessa had been able to give about what was going on, but he did enjoy hearing about the sordid history of the land, my family and the Band. It took a little longer than I'd thought it would to get back to the driveway, Brent needing a couple of breaks, but we made it eventually. Vanessa grinned when she saw her father in a way that made me think she was going to run to him and hug him, but she never made the move. I had to assume that was a hard-trained response from her years working with the man; hugging your pops on a job site would probably lead to taking a lot of shit from your coworkers. Brent quickly got updated on the last hour of developments from Vanessa, and I saw his managerial side take over. Soon the line of construction workers were twenty yards back from the protestors, and he was stride-waddling forward with a medical mask stretched over his face. Kara met him halfway, and whatever they said seemed to go about as well as the talks I'd had with her myself. Again, she ended it by showing off for the protestors by giving him the double-birds. "Well, that went well," Brent sighed as he came back. "You were right, Harrison. They're stuck in. Wouldn't even help us get those trucks room to move or get out of the way of traffic." "She feels like she's got leverage," I guessed. "And they haven't had that on us for years now." "Well, I've officially done what I can," Brent said. "Time to do what every good GM does when shit like this happens." He took out his phone and started walking up the driveway away from Vanessa and me. "What's that?" I asked. "Call the client and tell them to un-fuck the situation," Vanessa smirked. The rest of the afternoon and evening was a long fucking day. There was no good way to get the workers on site off of it, and no good way to get new ones on, so Leo and I ended up walking several groups through the trails to get to the road in places out of sight of the protestors. And since the big crew vans were parked on site, Brent ended up getting access to school buses to come and pick up his guys. The second to last bus dropped off a dozen men who would take over watching the driveway and the protestors overnight; we'd already seen them breaking out tents and lanterns to hold their vigil; and the last bus out had Brent and Vanessa on board. "Client will be by in the morning," Brent said, and winked at me. "Don't you worry, bucko. You hold down the home front tonight, and the cavalry will be here in no time." "You got it," I said. "But whoever is coming, I suggest you make sure they know to take this seriously. The Band is riled up, and now they smell blood in the water. This isn't going away easily." "I'll pass that on to the Lieutenant Colonel," Brent nodded. He shook my hand again and stepped onto the bus. "See you tomorrow, H," Vanessa grinned at me. "Not if I see you first, Vee," I chuckled. She stepped up into the bus and I heard her voice raise immediately. "Alright, you Gorillas. Grab your fuckin' seats and stay there. I swear to Christ if one of you pisses me off, I'll confiscate your fuckin' dinner, got it?" I laughed, and could see the construction workers grinning in their seats as the bus did a three-point turn and pulled away. The sun was getting low when I finally hiked out of the bush and back into view of our little compound. Erica was waiting for me with a smile and a plate of stir fry. "What's the word, Harri?" "They're still down there," I said. "There are some workers keeping an eye on the driveway. Could you throw on a big pot of coffee for me and dig one of the thermoses out of storage?" "Harri, if they've got some of their workers down there, it's not your job to supervise. I'm sure Vanessa and her Dad left someone in charge." "They did," I said. "And I'm not going down there. I'm staying up here." I shoveled the stir fry down, relishing in the spicy kick Erica liked to cook with. Inside our little compound I gave Ivy a kiss, apologizing that I wouldn't be seeing her in bed for the night. Then I went to the storage container closest to my RV. The one with my gun safe. "What's the word?" Leo asked me when he found me. I had a lantern flashlight on and was loading rounds into my father's Model 700. "Jesus, Harri. What the fuck?" I doubted he was commenting on me loading the Remington hunting rifle. We'd used it plenty when we were hunting during deer season; it was a solid, reliable tool. No, I knew he was reacting to the other firearms I had out. My M9 was already holstered on my hip, a copy of my service sidearm that had served me so well through my tour and as an MP, and my DDM4V1 was laid out, waiting for me to do a quick check it was still in good order. "Just taking precautions," I said. I was already trying to get into the right mindset. "What does that even mean? What are you doing?" "There's about a hundred protesters down there, last I counted. More keep arriving," I told Leo, loading the last round into the 700 and checking the safety before setting it down. I fished a handful more.308's out of the ammo box in the safe and fed them into the bandolier shoulder strap for the hunting rifle. "Problem is, they're pissed off. Not just about the construction, but at all the other shit going on right now. And pissed-off people do dumb shit." "So what, you're going to go all Alamo on us?" Leo asked. "For real, Harri. Nothing's going to happen. They're down there, we're up here." "Leo," I said. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to. The Bear shotgun is in my RV. Do me a favor and keep it handy tonight. If I miss something, I'd rather you have it than not." "Harri,” "Dude, just stop," I said. I'd finished with the.308s and started taking apart the DDM4V1 and giving it a quick clean. It was a budget purchase that I'd made prioritizing reliability over flashy shit, and the 'scary one' in my collection when it came to civilians. Erica hadn't even liked the idea of me owning it when we gave her the tour of my firearms and taught her the safety protocols for them. Leo had only ever fired it once. Both of the siblings had said the same thing; 'If you have the rifles and shotguns and the handgun, why do you need a machine gun?' This sort of thing was why I needed it. And it wasn't a 'machine gun.' "I'm not planning, or hoping, to kill someone tonight. If I have to use the DDM4 or my sidearm, something has gotten really fucked," I said. "But I'm also not taking any chances. Sometime tonight, there's going to be people sneaking up into the construction yard to cause mischief, and they aren't going to know the difference between the construction yard and where we're living. Maybe they hear us and they stay clear, or maybe they don't. I'm not taking that chance." Leo watched me cleaning my rifle, and glanced out at the darkening sky, and then back to me. "What should I do?" he asked. A wave of relief washed over me; it had been years since I'd served, and every instinct I had was telling me to do what I was doing, but that civilian part of my brain was second-guessing everything. Leo agreeing told me I was being logical, even if he didn't like it or I turned out to be wrong. "Just be with the girls tonight," I said. "I can handle the yard, you stay with them. Think of it like a shitty tower defense game. If I do my job, you'll never have to do anything." He nodded and left me to my work. Surprisingly, it was Danielle who came to see me next. "What can I do to help?" she asked. Her Australian accent was sounding stronger, the California valley girl part of it dropping with her serious demeanor. "Nothing, I've got it," I said. She'd caught me as I was strapping on my ghillie suit; another item that Leo and Erica had found silly to own considering we didn't need it for hunting deer. It had honestly been more of a gag item in my collection than anything until tonight. "Harrison, I'll remind you that my Dad was military, yeah?" she said. "I grew up outside the city. I know how to work a firearm." I took a breath and looked at her. Even at night, by the light of a lantern, she looked like an elven beauty despite the cutoff denim shorts and zippered knit sweater. "Can you handle a handgun?" I asked. "I've shot the head of an Eastern Brown from ten paces away when it was threatening to bite my dog," she said. "I assume that's a snake?" "A fucking poisonous one," Danielle said. "Alright," I nodded. "Under the passenger seat of my truck is a gun case with my pop's old 1911 and a couple of magazines. Hang on to it for tonight. Try not to freak out Erica or Ivy, and if you hear shots tonight don't let Leo come looking for me, let alone Erica and Ivy. If they leave the RVs it'll just make things worse." "Okay," she said with a serious nod, then stepped towards me, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." "For what?" I asked as she stepped back. "For being the man I figured you were," she said. "Leo's all mine and I'm happy with that, but like I told you; you remind me of all the good parts of my Dad. I'm glad I have Leo and you around." She left to fetch the pistol, and I finished strapping on the ghillie suit and slung my two rifles over my shoulders and closed the gun safe. When I was finished slamming the storage container closed, I turned around to find Ivy and Erica both looking at me with their arms crossed. "Both of you, huh?" I asked. "Yes, both of us," Erica said. "United front," Ivy said. "Look,” "Shut up, Harrison," Erica said, and then they were both hugging me while being careful around the firearms. "Just be careful." "Extra careful," Ivy said, burying her face into the strings of the ghillie suit in my chest and then immediately pulling back with a wince. "Ugh, this smells terrible." "Yeah, well it's not exactly the sort of thing you clean very often," I shrugged. "Whatever," Erica said and kissed me. Ivy kissed me as well, looking at me with those big eyes of hers with concern. "So you're not going to try and convince me this isn't necessary?" I asked. "Wouldn't do anything except lead to a fight we couldn't win," Erica said. "You're too stubborn not to do it." "And too brave," Ivy added. "That too," Erica smiled sadly. Then she handed me the big thermos of coffee. "Come back to us in one piece." "I will," I said. "Don't worry. But if you two hear anything tonight, if there's any gunfire, don't come looking for me. Just stay in the RVs and hunker down from the windows. If you come looking for me, you'll add more danger and not take it away, alright?" They both agreed, though I could tell Erica didn't like it. I could only imagine her sprinting across the construction yard, bullets flying everywhere, screaming my name as she worried I'd been shot. Hell, she'd probably pick me up and carry me to safety if it were true, but she'd also likely never get to me in the first place if things were that bad. I kissed them both again, then stalked off into the night. I ended up settling into a nook on the side of the hill to the south of the construction yard, with a clear view of about two-thirds of the yard and most importantly the RV compound. I unslung my rifles and carefully positioned myself in a comfortable prone position I was going to be able to manage for a long time. I'd never gone through Sniper training, but I'd picked up enough from my Bootcamp, talking with other soldiers and from movies to know a thing or two; not to mention years of hunting. So I cracked the thermos and took a sip of the hot, strong coffee, and started my watch. I saw them moving through the trees at around 02:30 in the morning down on the east side of the yard near the driveway. They must have skirted around the construction worker picket line and followed the driveway up, but they were still in the shadows so I couldn't tell how many there were, or what they were carrying. The only reason I spotted them early at all was because someone was flicking a flashlight up occasionally. I had the 700 cradled in my arms, and I slowly rolled into position but didn't sight down the scope yet. I didn't have any night vision gear, and while the simple Leopold scope easily gave me the range to tag anything moving down there, I wouldn't know what I was hitting. They stopped at the edge of the tree line, and I could only imagine the nerves they were feeling looking out over the open area. There were seven portables set up holding various offices now, and half a dozen big crew vans that had been left behind for the night along with some of the company pickup trucks. The pilings and supplies to erect the bigger barracks were also looming in the big, open space. "Just take a look and leave," I muttered quietly to myself, willing whoever was down there to not make this worse than it could be. Five minutes went by before a figure began to creep out of the tree line, crossing the rise of the hill and slipping towards the yard. From the distance I was at, I couldn't see them clearly enough other than to tell they were probably wearing a backpack; not a big deal in and of itself, but my training was screaming at me. 'Anything' meant anything. That backpack could hold weapons, or communications equipment, or even an I E D. I sighted in on the figure. It was a man, military age but young. I couldn't see much of his face between the black bandana over his nose and mouth and a ball cap backwards on his head. My finger tightened just a fraction on the trigger when I saw the flash of metal in his hand, but my hesitation saved his life; he was carrying a can of spray paint. He reached what he thought was the shelter of the first building; and it was shelter if he thought a guard was patrolling inside the yard. But I wasn't inside the yard, and instead I was looking at him dead on along the length of the building as he took off his backpack and then turned, motioning back towards the tree line. A half dozen more figures began quickly creeping across the hillside. I had a choice; if that backpack was full of spray-paint and that was all they were there to do, it would be annoying vandalism at worst as long

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https://solvitryggva.is/ Ríkharð Óskar Guðnason hefur starfað við fjölmiðla í meira en 20 ár og ástríða hans fyrir íþróttum og útvarpi hefur hrifið fólk með í áraraðir. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Rikki um feril Rikka, fjölmiðla, einlægni, erfiðleika við barneignir, sorgina eftir föðurmissinn og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/

In episode seventy-five, the final episode (of season 1), Caveman and Maggi talk with the aliens in Arrival. It's a heartfelt, sappy episode filled with tangents, Maggi crying, and some talk about the beautiful movie they watched. What's to come after this? Only Amy Adams knows. Enjoy today!Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

In this illuminating episode, we explore the hidden side of human history: the night. Dr. Nancy Gonlin, professor of anthropology at Bellevue College, joins us to discuss her pioneering work in the Archaeology of the Night. Learn how ancient cultures navigated darkness, how modern lighting is disrupting our biology and making us sick, and why night pollution (aka light pollution) is more than just a nuisance—it's a threat to health, heritage, and humanity.  

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Christian Cave of Caveman Wildlife joins the podcast to chat about his new documentary filmed in the Amazon Rainforest, catching the world's largest snake: The Green Anaconda. Christian tells the very detailed and interesting story of how he found, caught, measured, and captured all of the moments of the journey in finding the Green Anaconda. Christian discusses the documentary filming process from start to finish, including drone footage of the environment, some ending thoughts from commenters about the documentary, and a important conversation about sensationalism in the wildlife content creation genre. We also briefly discuss Genesis 1:26 and Christian's interpretation of the meaning when it comes to treatment of wildlife and how it encourages him to continue education of animals. If you're at all curious about the story of finding and capturing the world's largest snake and the incredible moments that came along with it, this episode is a great one to tune into. SHOW NOTES: https://www.animalsathomenetwork.com/233-caveman-wildlife/SPONSORS: Visit The BioDude: https://www.thebiodude.com/ Visit Zoo Med Labs here: https://zoomed.com/JOIN US ON PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/animalsathomeLINKS FROM THE EPISODE:Caveman Wildlife YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@cavemanwildlifeCaveman Wildlife Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cavemanwildlifeCaveman Wildlife TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@caveman_wildlife0:00 Introducing Christian Cave2:45 Coming Up: The Bio Dude3:21 Coming Up: Zoo Med Labs3:51 Welcome Christian - The Story of The Yacumama Documentary10:52 The Environment in Peru + Where Anacondas Are Found18:29 Fear In The Amazon + Catching Caimans23:02 The Bio Dude Substrates and Bug Grub24:03 Drone Shots of The Anaconda + Tracks27:42 Importance of The Guide in The Amazon29:06 The Moment Christian Spots The Anaconda + The Catch35:09 Zoo Med Labs University36:19 The Moment Of The Catch39:17 The Anaconda Bite Experience45:30 Sensationalism in Wildlife + Content Creation50:43 The Measurement of The Anaconda54:24 Opinions on Keeping Anacondas In Captivity57:38 Genesis 1:26 Interpretation1:02:39 Near Misses + More Bites1:06:49 Content Created By Christian + Future Plans1:15:20 “A Day In The Life Of Snakes” Children's Book1:18:02 Closing Thoughts

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Episode 328: “John Wick” (2014): Movie Review This week, Chris and Derek watch and review the 2014 Keanu Reeves film, “John Wick”. Not only had Chris never seen the movie, he knew nothing about it at all so he brings a fresh perspective to the table. The guys discuss the box office, the cast, scenes, themes, sequels and more.  For the “Fun with Caveman” segment... Read More

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In episode seventy-four, Caveman and Maggi follow herons, pelicans, and parakeets into Miyazaki's The Boy and the Heron. Does this modern classic - the final film of Hayao Miyazaki - hit our duo right in the feels? Or does this beautiful, weird little film rub us the wrong way? Find out today!Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

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Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Reynir Bergmann varð hratt ein stærsta snapchat stjarna Íslands fyrir nokkrum árum eftir að hann tók að birta alls kyns myndir og myndbönd úr lífi sínu. Hann á hreint magnaða sögu, þar sem hann hefur oftar en einu sinni endað á botninum, en alltaf komið sterkari til baka. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

This week, I'm pulling four titles off the shelf that all deal with prehistoric humans in some form. They're all very different films. Some take the subject seriously, others just go for laughs. What they share is a central idea of how humans interact with one another. Whether it's science labs, high schools, or the open world, these movies all find something worthwhile to focus on.Caveman (1981)Directed by Carl Gottlieb (who co-wrote Jaws), this one's a straight-up comedy. It stars Ringo Starr, Barbara Bach, Dennis Quaid, and Shelley Long, all speaking in a made-up language while running from stop-motion dinosaurs. It's a weird, physical, surprisingly consistent comedy that doesn't rely on much more than expression and timing. Jim Danforth handled the effects work, using the same animation style he brought to other fantasy films of the era.Quest for Fire (1981)Probably the most serious pick this week. Directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud, this is a film with no real spoken language. The cast learned a constructed language by Anthony Burgess and used movement techniques developed by Desmond Morris. Rae Dawn Chong, Ron Perlman, and Everett McGill all commit fully to their roles. It won an Oscar for Best Makeup and doesn't try to explain much—it just shows a small group of early humans trying to survive. Worth seeing for the detail and the performances alone.Iceman (1984)This one takes place in a cold research facility where a frozen prehistoric man is brought back to life. John Lone plays the Iceman and gives a performance that's more nuanced than you'd expect from this kind of premise. Timothy Hutton plays the anthropologist trying to connect with him. It's more intimate and focused than a lot of 1980s sci-fi, with a steady pace and a good sense of space. Encino Man (1992)Directed by Les Mayfield and produced by Hollywood Pictures, this is the comedy version of a caveman showing up in a modern world. Brendan Fraser plays Link, and this was the role that helped launch his career. Pauly Shore plays Stoney who sets the tone for the whole movie. There's also Sean Astin, trying to use Link as a way to get popular. It's loud, strange, and very early '90s, but it moves fast and gets a lot out of the water park, fast food, and high school scenes. The soundtrack includes Queen, Infectious Grooves, Right Said Fred and a bunch of other songs that place it squarely in 1992.None of these films feel like they're trying to say the same thing. What they do have in common is how they treat the idea of prehistoric people not as monsters or jokes, but as people. Even in the comedies, there's a sense of curiosity behind the setups. They're fun to watch, sometimes surprisingly thoughtful, and all a little out of step with what people usually mean when they talk about science fiction or historical drama.Thanks for reading Video Store Podcast! This post is public so feel free to share it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.videostorepodcast.com

https://solvitryggva.is/ Iaroslav Lekhterov Kom hingað frá Úkraínu eftir að hafa flúið stríðið í heimalandinu. Eiginkona hans og barn komust úr landi, en honum var meinað að fara yfir landamærin. Eftir að hann náði loks að flýja bað konan hans um skilnað. Hann ákvað því að flytja til Íslands. Í þættinum ræðir hann um dagana sem spreningarnar byrjuðu, ótrúlegt ferðalag til að komast úr landi og hvernig það er að vera kominn í annað land allslaus eftir að hafa skilið allt eftir. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

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In episode seventy-three, Caveman and Maggi watched Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio. Sure it's beautiful, but has anyone ever really liked Pinocchio? Because spoiler alert: we sure didn't. Find out why today!Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

Watch the 9malls review of the Delifur Cowboy Caveman Riding Funny Dog Costume. How does my Boston Terrier look in this size medium Halloween Pet Costume? Watch the hands on test to find out. #bostonterrier #halloween #petcostume #dogcostume Find As Seen On TV Products & Gadgets at the 9malls Store: https://www.amazon.com/shop/9malls Please support us on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/9malls Disclaimer: I may also receive compensation if a visitor clicks through to 9malls, or makes a purchase through Amazon or any affiliate link. I test each product on site thoroughly and give high marks to only the best. In the above video I received a free product sample to test. We are independently owned and the opinions expressed here are our own.

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Gurrý Torfadóttir er einkaþjálfari og yogakennari sem hefur í áraraðir sérhæft sig í öllu sem snýr að heilsu. Hún varð landsþekkt í kringum þættina ,,Biggest Looser" á sínum tíma. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Gurrý um vegferð hennar, allt sem snýr að heilsu, þrautseigju, ástríðu og margt margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

Playlist: Durand Jones & The Indications - Really Wanna Be With YouJoni Mitchell - Be Cool (Demo)Angelique Kidjo, Fally Ipupa, The Caveman, featuring Sheila Maurice-Grey - Nadi BalanceSolene, J Rawls - I'm ReadyTHE HEPTONES - Book of RulesPrince Jazzbo - Natty Pass Through RomeDelroy Wilson, Sly & Robbie - Please Don't Leave MeU-Roy - Stop That TrainDubmatix, featuring Sugar Minot - In The GhettoFat Freddy's Drop - RussiaDJ Bestixxx - GrammyMRCY - Wanna Know (Ontario)Polyrhythmics - Cake LadyThe Souljazz Orchestra - Holla HollaLafayette Afro Rock Band - HihacheViolent Femmes - Blister in the SunThe Brooks - The WallRoyal Canoe, featuring Begonia - Fussin'Obongjayar - GasolineCimafunk, ROC - La SugarSuperShy, Linden Jay - HyponisedNu Genea - SciallaCarleen Anderson - Mama Said

Best of Pop Goes Your World 32: Fun With Caveman Based on the positive feedback we have received in regard to the “Fun With Caveman” segment of the podcast, we have put together a “Best of” episode containing only the final segment of the show. If you enjoy Millennial trivia, Generation-X trivia, movie facts, music quizzes, game shows or you just enjoy having fun with... Read More

https://solvitryggva.is/ Sergio Moreno er ungur maður sem fæddist í versta fátækrahverfinu í Medellin í Kólombíu . Sölvi tók viðtalið þegar hann var sjálfur á ferðalagi í Suður-Ameríku. Sergio vann sig út úr fátæktinni og rekur nú ferðaþjónustui. Í þættinum lýsir hann því hvernig var að sofna við skotbardaga sem barn, sjá lík á götunum, eiga vini í verstu glæpaklíkum Kólombíu og mörgu fleiru. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

https://solvitryggva.is/ Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

Here comes a fresh Slime Capsule covering Pyramids, followed by Googie Reviewbies! Also, The Liver King is back in the headlines and Tim Allen is grunting again...www.coolparents.co

https://solvitryggva.is/ Frosti Logason er hlaðvarpsstjórnandi og þrautreyndur fjölmiðlamaður til áratuga. Hér halda Sölvi og Frosti áfram að fara yfir það helsta sem er í gangi í samfélaginu og heiminum á mannamáli. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

In episode seventy-two, Caveman and Maggi journey to the Dark Forest with Puss In Boots: The Last Wish. Can this sequel to a spin-off of a sequel possibly be the best of all the Shrek films? Is it possibly the best animated film ever? Find out today!Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

This episode is your one-stop destination to celebrate both our nation's founding AND the release of the new film in the Jurassic World franchise - it's like killing two pteranadons with one stone! It's Our Army at War #178 and Tomahawk #109! Chapters (00:00:00) - Oh, My!(00:00:17) - Checkered Past(00:01:10) - Sergeant Rock(00:03:24) - Absorbed in a Task(00:05:30) - Nick Offerman's Letter To Marc Evanier(00:06:10) - Jim Shooter Dead at 66(00:07:53) - Our Army at War, Volume 178(00:09:54) - The Medal of Honor(00:12:15) - When You Should Have Given Out Medals(00:15:10) - Sergeant Rock Gets the Medal(00:16:55) - Sergeant Rock's Medal of Honor(00:19:55) - Sergeant Rock ambushes a German tank(00:24:11) - Sergeant Rock: The Metal Story(00:24:52) - Tomahawk in the Dark(00:25:37) - Caveman Ranger(00:28:05) - Rangers on a Mission: The Village(00:32:25) - Tomahawk vs. Caveman(00:37:34) - The Life of a Caveman(00:42:03) - Giant Cavemen vs. Small Ranger(00:47:44) - The Secret Weapon of Tomahawk(00:53:04) - Space Canine Patrol Agents: The Return

https://solvitryggva.is/ Bergur Vilhjálmsson er slökkviliðs- og sjúkraflutningamaður sem ætlar að framkvæma gríðarlegt líkamlegt þrekvirki í sumar til styrktar Píeta-samtökunum. Í fyrra gekk hann 100 kílómetra með meira en hundrað kíló í eftirdragi, en í sumar ætlar hann að fara heila 400 kílómetra. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Bergur um líkamlega og andlega heilsu, störfin í slökkviliðinu, að leggja á sig erfiði og vera til staðar fyrir annað fólk og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

How to Sleep Like a Caveman: Ancient Wisdom for a Better Night's Rest―Based on the Evolutionary Science of Sleep from Saber-Toothed Tigers to Modern Insomnia by Merijn van de Laar https://www.amazon.com/How-Sleep-Like-Caveman-Ancient/dp/0063430177 Sapiens meets Why We Sleep in an evolutionary romp through the science of sleep—and how we can get better rest—by one of the world's leading sleep scientists. We spend roughly a third of our lives in bed, but for millions of us, not all of that time is spent sleeping. We strive for eight hours per night, only to lie awake thanks to stress, our ever-present devices, a new baby, or that 4pm coffee you thought you needed. As sleep scientist and recovering insomniac Merijn van de Laar shows, we're hardly the first to experience this. When homo sapiens evolved hundreds of thousands of years ago, when saber-toothed tigers were their biggest nighttime worry, wakefulness served to protect one's tribe at night. Research shows these episodic sleep patterns even gave our ancestors an evolutionary advantage. We can look to their example for guidance in improving our sleep health, too: how our sleep patterns change as we age, the benefits of communal sleep, the importance of environmental factors such as temperature and light. While our myriad gadgets may distinguish us from early humans, understanding the ways our brains evolved to rest can chart the course toward a better night's sleep. Drawing from emerging science, archeological research into our ancestors' habits, and close observation of contemporary hunter-gatherer cultures, How to Sleep Like a Caveman explains everything from why we sometimes jerk awake at night—likely a remnant of having slept in trees—to why our efforts to “optimize” our sleep schedules might just be a fool's errand. The result is a surprising, accessible new framework for thinking about sleep—the way we were designed to.

https://solvitryggva.is/ Arnmundur Ernst Backman er leikari og söngvari sem vakti strax á unga aldri athygli fyrir hæfileika sína. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Arnmundur um lífið og tilveruna, listina, listina að sleppa tökum til að opna fyrir tækifæri, ástríðu, hugrekki og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

In this episode, Neoborn Caveman explores the current global socio-political landscape, arguing that despite widespread pessimism, humanity is actually experiencing its best period in history. He highlights significant improvements in health, food availability, security, and access to information, contrasting current conditions with historical challenges like toxic wallpapers, radioactive children's toys, and harmful medical practices.NC critically examines the rise of ideological movements like communism and techno-feudalism, arguing that these systems promise freedom but ultimately result in human subjugation. He discusses how various countries, including the United States, have been infiltrated by oppressive ideologies and how political systems tend to prioritize control over individual sovereignty. Neoborn emphasizes the importance of understanding historical patterns and recognizing how power structures manipulate populations through fear and compliance.Throughout the episode, Caveman advocates for individual awakening and resistance against systemic oppression. He argues that people should strive to be sovereign rather than individualistic, meaning they should share resources and support each other while maintaining personal freedom. NC calls for people to think critically, resist simplification of complex issues, and recognize their inherent power to challenge existing systems and create meaningful change.KEY QUOTES: • "Life has never ever been this good on earth." - Neoborn Caveman • "Consumerism is death. Compliance because of consumerism is death. Staying silent because of fear is also death spiritual first." - Neoborn Caveman • "Sovereignty means that we share. Individualism means we are selfish and we take things from each other." - Neoborn Caveman • "We the people need to become we the people. Nobody can rule us." - Neoborn Caveman • "Without a clear consciousness, a clear mindset, there won't be a clear direction." - Neoborn CavemanKEY TAKEAWAYS: • Despite global challenges, humanity is currently experiencing the best quality of life in recorded history, with unprecedented health, food availability, security, and information access • Communism and similar ideological systems promise freedom and equality but historically lead to human oppression, control, and reduced individual sovereignty • The United States represents a unique historical experiment of a nation founded without feudal predecessors, though its current trajectory shows signs of systemic corruption and ideological infiltration • Modern societal control mechanisms rely on consumerism, compliance, and fear to maintain power, effectively preventing meaningful resistance or systemic change • Current geopolitical tensions are primarily driven by economic interests rather than genuine ideological conflicts, with major powers avoiding direct infrastructure destruction • True sovereignty means sharing resources and maintaining individual freedom, in contrast to individualism which promotes selfish competition • Major world powers and tech companies depend more on people's compliance than people depend on them, suggesting potential for grassroots transformative change • Historical patterns reveal that significant social changes often start with imperfect, even problematic initial iterations before achieving more refined implementationsSupport the show on our Patreon by becoming a member or sending a direct donation: https://www.patreon.com/TheNeobornCavemanShow Free speech marinated in comedy.........Humanity centered satirical takes on the world & news + music - with a marble mouthed host.Free speech marinated in comedy.Supporting Purple Rabbits. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

For June's Bonus Episode, Caveman and Maggi go to South Beach to party at The Birdcage. This classic farce comedy, and is a perfect rewatch, funnier than you remember, and totally worth your time. Happy Pride!Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

Where does the scarcity mindset, imposter syndrome, and loss aversion come from? Welcome to a mindset masterclass from history. Learn if the very instincts that kept humanity alive are now keeping you from truly living. For 290,000 years, we survived by playing it safe, following the tribe, and hoarding resources. These weren't character flaws—they were survival strategies in a world where innovation could mean death. The scarcity mindset that once threatened our ancestors' survival now threatens our potential. The tribal conformity that once protected us now prevents breakthrough thinking. The focused attention that once saved lives now creates cognitive tunnels. This episode goes beyond history to recognise the invisible forces shaping your choices and breaking out of survival mode. ------- NEW SHOW - How to Change the World Sam's new show can be found on major podcast players: Spotify - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/1Fj3eFjEoAEKF5lWQxPJyT⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Apple - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/how-to-change-the-world-the-history-of-innovation/id1815282649⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ YouTube - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@HowToChangeTheWorldPodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Can't find it on your player? RSS feed - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/682b3b86696b5d1232d698a8⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ------- UPGRADE to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Premium⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠:

https://solvitryggva.is/ Guðmundur Ebenezer Birgisson er reyndur sálfræðingur með háskólagráður í 3 greinum, sem sagði upp vel launuðu starfi í Noregi til að elta drauminn og byrja með fyrirtæki sem þróar lausnir í geðheilsu í gegnum internetið. Guðmundur og Sölvi ræða hér mikilvægi þess að þora að elta draumana og setja sér háleit markmið. Þeir fara í þættinum yfir þróun sálfræði og geðheilsu og hvaða lausnir gætu nýst best á komandi árum til að bæta vellíðan og geðheilsu fólks. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

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In episode seventy-one, Caveman and Maggi head to space with the Guardians of the Galaxy. It's their last chance to gush over a near perfect Marvel film that impressed everyone. Enjoy the nerdy passion as only our favorite couple can bring in this long ode to MCU excellence. - Watch Guardians' Inferno here... Follow our Instagram, Threads, & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepodCheck out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcast here...Questions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

https://solvitryggva.is/ Þórarinn Hjartarson er hlaðvarpssjórnandi sem hefur vakið mikla athygli á undanförnum misserum fyrir að tala tæpitungulaust um hin ýmsu mál. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Þórarinn um það sem er helst á baugi í samfélagsmálum, rétttrúnað, hugrekki og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

Nálgast má þáttinn í heild sinni inn á; https://solvitryggva.is/ Ríkharð Óskar Guðnason hefur starfað við fjölmiðla í meira en 20 ár og ástríða hans fyrir íþróttum og útvarpi hefur hrifið fólk með í áraraðir. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Rikki um feril Rikka, fjölmiðla, einlægni, erfiðleika við barneignir, sorgina eftir föðurmissinn og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is

Connect with us via text! TikToker Tia Zakher recently went viral for dedicating herself to “caveman skin care,” which involves doing nothing to skin to maintain it, including washing even just with plain water. Over a period of a few weeks, Zakher appeared to develop a fungus on her face, but many have been left wondering whether this is a true story or simply rage bait content. As skin care grows in relevancy and popularity, there are those willing to dedicate their online presence to rage bait content or have built platforms on creating outrage. Whether Zakher is doing so or not remains a mystery, but one our in-house aesthetician team discusses in this week's episode! SEGMENTS[03:45] Topic Discussion[35:21] Product Reviews[41:01] GameFollow DERMASCOPE:Instagram: @dermascopeFacebook: facebook.com/dermascopePinterest: @dermascopeTikTok: @dermascopeFollow Elizabeth, Lauren, & LoniceElizabeth Brasher Instagram: @theskingalLonice Stoker Instagram: @lacedbylonicespaLauren Farmer Instagram: @blush_n_beauty_medspa_Additional Links:Join AIA: dermascope.comVisit our website.Learn more about this podcast.Subscribe to the magazine.Read the June 2025 issue. 

https://solvitryggva.is/ Gestur Pálmason vann í áraraðir innan raða lögreglunnar, en skipti svo um takt og gerðist markþjálfi og vinnur nú fyrir stórt fyrirtæki á alþjóðlegum markaði. Í þættinum ræða Sölvi og Gestur um mannlegt eðli, stöðu lögreglunnar, samfélagsmál, leiðina til frelsis og hamingju og margt fleira. Þátturinn er í boði; Caveman - https://www.caveman.global/ Nings - https://nings.is/ Myntkaup - https://myntkaup.is/ Biofit - https://biofit.is/ Exoquad - https://www.exoquad.is