Podcast appearances and mentions of Chris Parnell

Good people have good friends So maybe I' no good Maybe I'm no good Though I'm luckier than most, I know I just can't cope So maybe I'm no good When's the last time you been to Dimedale? …Timmy? I guess. V.O. I try not to double back on old habits. TIMMY TURNER turns the corner on his motorcycle just a bit too fast— he is clipped by a turning semi truck, a bright blue freighter that unhinges as the headlights blare into his widened eyes under the semi translucent visor of his rainbow swirl pink helmet. V.O. TIMMY TURNER “Try” not to, anyway… {enter the multiverse} I put a terabyte of stored documents and files back into the cloud and suddenly, after my morning run— CUT TO Welcome home, kid. Yeah, I… The jail cell door slams shut. TIMMY TUNER (reprised by Drake Bell) Late 30'e-early 40's is awaiting trial after the stint in the hospital followed by V.O. Detox… …Rehab. Jesus Christ. After his bloodwork revealed lethal levels of multiple intoxicants in his system, and although he was not technically at fault for the accident, he has been charged with driving under the influence, as well as a number of other crimes— However; His black duffel back has mysteriously vanished, And he has not been charged for any of the many possible other crimes considering the also mysterious contents of said bag, which was with him at the time of the accident, but not logged into evidence. MEANWHILE… WALTON GOGGINS?! Yep, that's me. *Mr. Walton GOGGINS. No, get out. What. GET OUT. [The Festival Project ™] A shadowy ass figure appears behind Timmy in his cell. Woah. Hey. COSMO (Jimmy Fallon, in this dimension) Why Jimmy Fallon. I got. *blank stares* I did— a thing. A thing. Fucking magic circles. CRISIS. THE COSMIC AVENGER IS IN DEEP CRISIS. AVERT! Anyway, COSMO Timmy. TIMMY TURNER yeah. COSMO. It's me. TIMMY “You” who? COSMO “Yoo-hoo” classic . TIMMY Ha-ha—very funny—wait— COSMO Uh huh. TIMMY Cosmo?! COSMO Uh huh! TIMMY What! You're, like— COSMO You don't look too good yourself. TIMMY (Irritated) Whatever. Where's Wanda? COSMO Not in high security prison. TIMMY What are you doing here?! COSMO …I'm your roommate. TIMMY What?! COSMO I know, this is an interesting turn of events. TIMMY No it isn't. This is television! (Breaking fourth wall) COSMO (Beat) —you're right. [beat] (Cosmo drifts off) TIMMY Cosmo! Where are your wings?! COSMO (Half asleep) I'm not sleeping! TIMMY Your wings? COSMO I lost them! TIMMY How? COSMO In a poker match TIMMY Permanently?! COSMO Hm? No. Nothing is permanent, but— TIMMY But what?! This is crazy?! What are you doing here?! Where's Wanda. COSMO Listen, about me and Wanda. TIMMY Don't tell me— COSMO Alright, I won't. But listen: TIMMY This is crazy. COSMO It is crazy, but I have a plan. TIMMY Well, what's your plan?! COSMO I still have some magic left. TIMMY Some?! Well what happened? COSMO (Shrugs, at a loss) Look— Timmy. TIMMY This is wild! COSMO I need you to make a wish! TIMMY …what. COSMO A wish. A wish, Timmy! TIMMY Oh, no— not this again. COSMO It's the only way! TIMMY But you're not even my fairy anymore! COSMO Timmy Turner, I will always be your fairy. *sniffs* (Kind of awkward, heartwarming moment— they hug; the guard peeks through the window and squints at them, grimacing) Wide shot of two dudes hugging in prison. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, let's. TIMMY Yeah. COSMO Anyway, Tim, I need you to make a wish. TIMMY “Tim” don't call me that! COSMO Well, it's weird calling you “Timmy, you're like 40.” TIMMY Yeah, but— COSMO Make a wish, Timmy. [beat] The guard peers in through the window, this time with popped corn TIMMY and COSMO both squint awkwardly. COSMO Uh… TIMMY Yeah, okay— COSMO Hurry. TIMMY I wish… *POOF* Suddenly, Cosmo and Timmy are back in Timmy's old room— not much has changed, but it seems off and kind of odd; TIMMY and COSMO are still— well— aged. Just then, TIMMY'S FATHER enters through the door. TIMMY'S DAD (Chris Parnell) enters, leaning into the door. TIMMY'S DAD Timmy?! TIMMY Uh… DAD! TIMMY'S DAD (He squints suspiciously at Cosmo) …and who's this? TIMMY Uh, this— TIMMY'S DAD …it's Wednesday… isn't it? TIMMY This, uhm… COSMO I'm uh— TIMMY This is my— COSMO Ahem. Parole officer. TIMMY Yeah. TIMMY'S DAD You never cease to disappoint me, son. TIMMY Thanks. TIMMY'S DAD. I'll leave you to it. Before he gets exits, he pauses for a moment and stares into Cosmo // parallel (as) Chris Parnell / as Jimmy Fallon. TIMMY'S DAD (To Cosmo) …do I know you? COSMO No, I don't think so. TIMMY'S DAD Are you sure? COSMO Positive…pretty much. TIMMY'S DAD You're probably right— you just TIMMY Uh, dad— TIMMY'S DAD You look so familiar. COSMO (Flatly) …no, I don't. TIMMY'S DAD No, no— I got it! Wednesday evening poker club?! COSMO TIMMY COSMO That must be it. TIMMY'S DAD I knew it. COSMO …right. TIMMY'S DAD I thought that was you. Anyway, as you were— I'll let you, uh— COSMO Yes! TIMMY'S DAD See you tonight! COSMO You betcha! TIMMY'S DAD (Suddenly coldly, to TIMMY) Timmy. *he shuts the door* TIMMY COSMO TIMMY “Wednesday Evening Poker Club” Where would you even come up with something like that. COSMO The thing is, I do play poker on wednesdays! TIMMY What! COSMO I didn't know that was your dad! TIMMY Yeah, about that; why can my dad see you? COSMO I told you, I lost my magic. TIMMY All of it?! COSMO Obviously not all of it— enough to get us out of that last mess! TIMMY Oh, this is awful. We have to find Wanda! COSMO no, wait! As TIMMY attempts to leave, a loud ringing from his ankle begins to ring; TIMMY'S FATHER returns just to squint, scowling at his son before murmuring TIMMY'S DAD you know the rules. TIMMY steps back inside the room, his father shuts it, at first normally, then slamming it at the last moment. COSMO Yeah, that. TIMMY What is this?! COSMO You're under house arrest! Obviously! TIMMY What!! What gives?! COSMO I granted your wish! TIMMY Like, half of it! COSMO Half is about all I've got—! TIMMY Are you kidding me?! COSMO I wish! TIMMY Geez, why can't you grant you grant your own wishes? COSMO It might totally defeat the purpose. And without Wandaaa TIMMY WHERE'S WANDA?! COSMO I don't know… TIMMY We gotta get out of here. COSMO Well, I can leave. You can't. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, that's. TIMMY What If I wished for Wanda to be here, then? COSMO … I don't know. TIMMY That's what I'll do. COSMO I don't know, Tim. TIMMY Stop calling me that. COSMO It's very weird calling you “Timmy” TIMMY That's my name. COSMO Whatever! TIMMY I wish Wanda was here! COSMO No! TIMMY What! Why not, COSMO She might get mad. (She will definitely be mad) TIMMY Well, that's my wish. COSMO No! TIMMY That's my wish! Grant it! COSMO Ugh… L E G E N D S WANDA, who has been living her best life as a recent divorcee and retired fairy godmother, is whisked away from her tropical paradise vacation to DIMSDALE, CALIFORNIA, where her ex husband COSMO and former fairy god child, who is now a harshly aged party animal on PAROLE sit nervously as she arrives to greet her. WANDA is furious. {enter the multiverse} Seth MCFARLENE is so Hollywood. SETH ROGEN DONT know where his pants is. SETH MEYERS is trapped in a box with almost no air holes at all And SETH GREENE is the life of the party. [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. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

Good people have good friends So maybe I' no good Maybe I'm no good Though I'm luckier than most, I know I just can't cope So maybe I'm no good When's the last time you been to Dimedale? …Timmy? I guess. V.O. I try not to double back on old habits. TIMMY TURNER turns the corner on his motorcycle just a bit too fast— he is clipped by a turning semi truck, a bright blue freighter that unhinges as the headlights blare into his widened eyes under the semi translucent visor of his rainbow swirl pink helmet. V.O. TIMMY TURNER “Try” not to, anyway… {enter the multiverse} I put a terabyte of stored documents and files back into the cloud and suddenly, after my morning run— CUT TO Welcome home, kid. Yeah, I… The jail cell door slams shut. TIMMY TUNER (reprised by Drake Bell) Late 30'e-early 40's is awaiting trial after the stint in the hospital followed by V.O. Detox… …Rehab. Jesus Christ. After his bloodwork revealed lethal levels of multiple intoxicants in his system, and although he was not technically at fault for the accident, he has been charged with driving under the influence, as well as a number of other crimes— However; His black duffel back has mysteriously vanished, And he has not been charged for any of the many possible other crimes considering the also mysterious contents of said bag, which was with him at the time of the accident, but not logged into evidence. MEANWHILE… WALTON GOGGINS?! Yep, that's me. *Mr. Walton GOGGINS. No, get out. What. GET OUT. [The Festival Project ™] A shadowy ass figure appears behind Timmy in his cell. Woah. Hey. COSMO (Jimmy Fallon, in this dimension) Why Jimmy Fallon. I got. *blank stares* I did— a thing. A thing. Fucking magic circles. CRISIS. THE COSMIC AVENGER IS IN DEEP CRISIS. AVERT! Anyway, COSMO Timmy. TIMMY TURNER yeah. COSMO. It's me. TIMMY “You” who? COSMO “Yoo-hoo” classic . TIMMY Ha-ha—very funny—wait— COSMO Uh huh. TIMMY Cosmo?! COSMO Uh huh! TIMMY What! You're, like— COSMO You don't look too good yourself. TIMMY (Irritated) Whatever. Where's Wanda? COSMO Not in high security prison. TIMMY What are you doing here?! COSMO …I'm your roommate. TIMMY What?! COSMO I know, this is an interesting turn of events. TIMMY No it isn't. This is television! (Breaking fourth wall) COSMO (Beat) —you're right. [beat] (Cosmo drifts off) TIMMY Cosmo! Where are your wings?! COSMO (Half asleep) I'm not sleeping! TIMMY Your wings? COSMO I lost them! TIMMY How? COSMO In a poker match TIMMY Permanently?! COSMO Hm? No. Nothing is permanent, but— TIMMY But what?! This is crazy?! What are you doing here?! Where's Wanda. COSMO Listen, about me and Wanda. TIMMY Don't tell me— COSMO Alright, I won't. But listen: TIMMY This is crazy. COSMO It is crazy, but I have a plan. TIMMY Well, what's your plan?! COSMO I still have some magic left. TIMMY Some?! Well what happened? COSMO (Shrugs, at a loss) Look— Timmy. TIMMY This is wild! COSMO I need you to make a wish! TIMMY …what. COSMO A wish. A wish, Timmy! TIMMY Oh, no— not this again. COSMO It's the only way! TIMMY But you're not even my fairy anymore! COSMO Timmy Turner, I will always be your fairy. *sniffs* (Kind of awkward, heartwarming moment— they hug; the guard peeks through the window and squints at them, grimacing) Wide shot of two dudes hugging in prison. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, let's. TIMMY Yeah. COSMO Anyway, Tim, I need you to make a wish. TIMMY “Tim” don't call me that! COSMO Well, it's weird calling you “Timmy, you're like 40.” TIMMY Yeah, but— COSMO Make a wish, Timmy. [beat] The guard peers in through the window, this time with popped corn TIMMY and COSMO both squint awkwardly. COSMO Uh… TIMMY Yeah, okay— COSMO Hurry. TIMMY I wish… *POOF* Suddenly, Cosmo and Timmy are back in Timmy's old room— not much has changed, but it seems off and kind of odd; TIMMY and COSMO are still— well— aged. Just then, TIMMY'S FATHER enters through the door. TIMMY'S DAD (Chris Parnell) enters, leaning into the door. TIMMY'S DAD Timmy?! TIMMY Uh… DAD! TIMMY'S DAD (He squints suspiciously at Cosmo) …and who's this? TIMMY Uh, this— TIMMY'S DAD …it's Wednesday… isn't it? TIMMY This, uhm… COSMO I'm uh— TIMMY This is my— COSMO Ahem. Parole officer. TIMMY Yeah. TIMMY'S DAD You never cease to disappoint me, son. TIMMY Thanks. TIMMY'S DAD. I'll leave you to it. Before he gets exits, he pauses for a moment and stares into Cosmo // parallel (as) Chris Parnell / as Jimmy Fallon. TIMMY'S DAD (To Cosmo) …do I know you? COSMO No, I don't think so. TIMMY'S DAD Are you sure? COSMO Positive…pretty much. TIMMY'S DAD You're probably right— you just TIMMY Uh, dad— TIMMY'S DAD You look so familiar. COSMO (Flatly) …no, I don't. TIMMY'S DAD No, no— I got it! Wednesday evening poker club?! COSMO TIMMY COSMO That must be it. TIMMY'S DAD I knew it. COSMO …right. TIMMY'S DAD I thought that was you. Anyway, as you were— I'll let you, uh— COSMO Yes! TIMMY'S DAD See you tonight! COSMO You betcha! TIMMY'S DAD (Suddenly coldly, to TIMMY) Timmy. *he shuts the door* TIMMY COSMO TIMMY “Wednesday Evening Poker Club” Where would you even come up with something like that. COSMO The thing is, I do play poker on wednesdays! TIMMY What! COSMO I didn't know that was your dad! TIMMY Yeah, about that; why can my dad see you? COSMO I told you, I lost my magic. TIMMY All of it?! COSMO Obviously not all of it— enough to get us out of that last mess! TIMMY Oh, this is awful. We have to find Wanda! COSMO no, wait! As TIMMY attempts to leave, a loud ringing from his ankle begins to ring; TIMMY'S FATHER returns just to squint, scowling at his son before murmuring TIMMY'S DAD you know the rules. TIMMY steps back inside the room, his father shuts it, at first normally, then slamming it at the last moment. COSMO Yeah, that. TIMMY What is this?! COSMO You're under house arrest! Obviously! TIMMY What!! What gives?! COSMO I granted your wish! TIMMY Like, half of it! COSMO Half is about all I've got—! TIMMY Are you kidding me?! COSMO I wish! TIMMY Geez, why can't you grant you grant your own wishes? COSMO It might totally defeat the purpose. And without Wandaaa TIMMY WHERE'S WANDA?! COSMO I don't know… TIMMY We gotta get out of here. COSMO Well, I can leave. You can't. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, that's. TIMMY What If I wished for Wanda to be here, then? COSMO … I don't know. TIMMY That's what I'll do. COSMO I don't know, Tim. TIMMY Stop calling me that. COSMO It's very weird calling you “Timmy” TIMMY That's my name. COSMO Whatever! TIMMY I wish Wanda was here! COSMO No! TIMMY What! Why not, COSMO She might get mad. (She will definitely be mad) TIMMY Well, that's my wish. COSMO No! TIMMY That's my wish! Grant it! COSMO Ugh… L E G E N D S WANDA, who has been living her best life as a recent divorcee and retired fairy godmother, is whisked away from her tropical paradise vacation to DIMSDALE, CALIFORNIA, where her ex husband COSMO and former fairy god child, who is now a harshly aged party animal on PAROLE sit nervously as she arrives to greet her. WANDA is furious. {enter the multiverse} Seth MCFARLENE is so Hollywood. SETH ROGEN DONT know where his pants is. SETH MEYERS is trapped in a box with almost no air holes at all And SETH GREENE is the life of the party. [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. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

Good people have good friends So maybe I' no good Maybe I'm no good Though I'm luckier than most, I know I just can't cope So maybe I'm no good When's the last time you been to Dimedale? …Timmy? I guess. V.O. I try not to double back on old habits. TIMMY TURNER turns the corner on his motorcycle just a bit too fast— he is clipped by a turning semi truck, a bright blue freighter that unhinges as the headlights blare into his widened eyes under the semi translucent visor of his rainbow swirl pink helmet. V.O. TIMMY TURNER “Try” not to, anyway… {enter the multiverse} I put a terabyte of stored documents and files back into the cloud and suddenly, after my morning run— CUT TO Welcome home, kid. Yeah, I… The jail cell door slams shut. TIMMY TUNER (reprised by Drake Bell) Late 30'e-early 40's is awaiting trial after the stint in the hospital followed by V.O. Detox… …Rehab. Jesus Christ. After his bloodwork revealed lethal levels of multiple intoxicants in his system, and although he was not technically at fault for the accident, he has been charged with driving under the influence, as well as a number of other crimes— However; His black duffel back has mysteriously vanished, And he has not been charged for any of the many possible other crimes considering the also mysterious contents of said bag, which was with him at the time of the accident, but not logged into evidence. MEANWHILE… WALTON GOGGINS?! Yep, that's me. *Mr. Walton GOGGINS. No, get out. What. GET OUT. [The Festival Project ™] A shadowy ass figure appears behind Timmy in his cell. Woah. Hey. COSMO (Jimmy Fallon, in this dimension) Why Jimmy Fallon. I got. *blank stares* I did— a thing. A thing. Fucking magic circles. CRISIS. THE COSMIC AVENGER IS IN DEEP CRISIS. AVERT! Anyway, COSMO Timmy. TIMMY TURNER yeah. COSMO. It's me. TIMMY “You” who? COSMO “Yoo-hoo” classic . TIMMY Ha-ha—very funny—wait— COSMO Uh huh. TIMMY Cosmo?! COSMO Uh huh! TIMMY What! You're, like— COSMO You don't look too good yourself. TIMMY (Irritated) Whatever. Where's Wanda? COSMO Not in high security prison. TIMMY What are you doing here?! COSMO …I'm your roommate. TIMMY What?! COSMO I know, this is an interesting turn of events. TIMMY No it isn't. This is television! (Breaking fourth wall) COSMO (Beat) —you're right. [beat] (Cosmo drifts off) TIMMY Cosmo! Where are your wings?! COSMO (Half asleep) I'm not sleeping! TIMMY Your wings? COSMO I lost them! TIMMY How? COSMO In a poker match TIMMY Permanently?! COSMO Hm? No. Nothing is permanent, but— TIMMY But what?! This is crazy?! What are you doing here?! Where's Wanda. COSMO Listen, about me and Wanda. TIMMY Don't tell me— COSMO Alright, I won't. But listen: TIMMY This is crazy. COSMO It is crazy, but I have a plan. TIMMY Well, what's your plan?! COSMO I still have some magic left. TIMMY Some?! Well what happened? COSMO (Shrugs, at a loss) Look— Timmy. TIMMY This is wild! COSMO I need you to make a wish! TIMMY …what. COSMO A wish. A wish, Timmy! TIMMY Oh, no— not this again. COSMO It's the only way! TIMMY But you're not even my fairy anymore! COSMO Timmy Turner, I will always be your fairy. *sniffs* (Kind of awkward, heartwarming moment— they hug; the guard peeks through the window and squints at them, grimacing) Wide shot of two dudes hugging in prison. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, let's. TIMMY Yeah. COSMO Anyway, Tim, I need you to make a wish. TIMMY “Tim” don't call me that! COSMO Well, it's weird calling you “Timmy, you're like 40.” TIMMY Yeah, but— COSMO Make a wish, Timmy. [beat] The guard peers in through the window, this time with popped corn TIMMY and COSMO both squint awkwardly. COSMO Uh… TIMMY Yeah, okay— COSMO Hurry. TIMMY I wish… *POOF* Suddenly, Cosmo and Timmy are back in Timmy's old room— not much has changed, but it seems off and kind of odd; TIMMY and COSMO are still— well— aged. Just then, TIMMY'S FATHER enters through the door. TIMMY'S DAD (Chris Parnell) enters, leaning into the door. TIMMY'S DAD Timmy?! TIMMY Uh… DAD! TIMMY'S DAD (He squints suspiciously at Cosmo) …and who's this? TIMMY Uh, this— TIMMY'S DAD …it's Wednesday… isn't it? TIMMY This, uhm… COSMO I'm uh— TIMMY This is my— COSMO Ahem. Parole officer. TIMMY Yeah. TIMMY'S DAD You never cease to disappoint me, son. TIMMY Thanks. TIMMY'S DAD. I'll leave you to it. Before he gets exits, he pauses for a moment and stares into Cosmo // parallel (as) Chris Parnell / as Jimmy Fallon. TIMMY'S DAD (To Cosmo) …do I know you? COSMO No, I don't think so. TIMMY'S DAD Are you sure? COSMO Positive…pretty much. TIMMY'S DAD You're probably right— you just TIMMY Uh, dad— TIMMY'S DAD You look so familiar. COSMO (Flatly) …no, I don't. TIMMY'S DAD No, no— I got it! Wednesday evening poker club?! COSMO TIMMY COSMO That must be it. TIMMY'S DAD I knew it. COSMO …right. TIMMY'S DAD I thought that was you. Anyway, as you were— I'll let you, uh— COSMO Yes! TIMMY'S DAD See you tonight! COSMO You betcha! TIMMY'S DAD (Suddenly coldly, to TIMMY) Timmy. *he shuts the door* TIMMY COSMO TIMMY “Wednesday Evening Poker Club” Where would you even come up with something like that. COSMO The thing is, I do play poker on wednesdays! TIMMY What! COSMO I didn't know that was your dad! TIMMY Yeah, about that; why can my dad see you? COSMO I told you, I lost my magic. TIMMY All of it?! COSMO Obviously not all of it— enough to get us out of that last mess! TIMMY Oh, this is awful. We have to find Wanda! COSMO no, wait! As TIMMY attempts to leave, a loud ringing from his ankle begins to ring; TIMMY'S FATHER returns just to squint, scowling at his son before murmuring TIMMY'S DAD you know the rules. TIMMY steps back inside the room, his father shuts it, at first normally, then slamming it at the last moment. COSMO Yeah, that. TIMMY What is this?! COSMO You're under house arrest! Obviously! TIMMY What!! What gives?! COSMO I granted your wish! TIMMY Like, half of it! COSMO Half is about all I've got—! TIMMY Are you kidding me?! COSMO I wish! TIMMY Geez, why can't you grant you grant your own wishes? COSMO It might totally defeat the purpose. And without Wandaaa TIMMY WHERE'S WANDA?! COSMO I don't know… TIMMY We gotta get out of here. COSMO Well, I can leave. You can't. TIMMY Okay… COSMO Yeah, that's. TIMMY What If I wished for Wanda to be here, then? COSMO … I don't know. TIMMY That's what I'll do. COSMO I don't know, Tim. TIMMY Stop calling me that. COSMO It's very weird calling you “Timmy” TIMMY That's my name. COSMO Whatever! TIMMY I wish Wanda was here! COSMO No! TIMMY What! Why not, COSMO She might get mad. (She will definitely be mad) TIMMY Well, that's my wish. COSMO No! TIMMY That's my wish! Grant it! COSMO Ugh… L E G E N D S WANDA, who has been living her best life as a recent divorcee and retired fairy godmother, is whisked away from her tropical paradise vacation to DIMSDALE, CALIFORNIA, where her ex husband COSMO and former fairy god child, who is now a harshly aged party animal on PAROLE sit nervously as she arrives to greet her. WANDA is furious. {enter the multiverse} Seth MCFARLENE is so Hollywood. SETH ROGEN DONT know where his pants is. SETH MEYERS is trapped in a box with almost no air holes at all And SETH GREENE is the life of the party. [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. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved

Show notes: On Saturday, May 31st I attended the 3rd annual Memphis Libraries Comic Con at the Benjamin L. Hooks Central Library location on Poplar Avenue. SNL's Chris Parnell was their special guest this year at the main library. Chris is originally from the Memphis area (Germantown, TN), and is the son of local radio legend Jack Parnell. I had a booth there up front on the left side again this year. The show had a great turnout and I sold several of my stickers, prints, and a few sketchcards. I got to do a few interviews with some of my fellow local cartoonists- Antone and Janet Wade/Toshigawa Universe*, Dale Martin/Watusi The Talking Dog, Matt Bowers/Memphis, and Eric McMeans/Raptor Boy. I had my wife/booth babe (and birthday girl) Nicki with me. She held down my booth while I got out from behind it to do the interviews.Also in this episode I go over some of my recent health issues, and give you info on upcoming events like Anime Blues Con, the Metropolis Superman Celebration, Memphis Comic Expo, MSCA upcoming art shows, monthly dinner gatherings at Garibaldi's Pizza, and SatArtDays at Casey's Art Box. Nicki and I have been enjoying gardening and getting some outdoor time with The Luthors. Hard to believe Lex's gotcha day from Metropolis is coming up next week....10yrs! Thanks to everyone who talked toons with me or stopped by my table at the Library Comic Con- great seeing everyone. Hope to see you all at upcoming events this summer and fall. I plan on being at the Memphis Comic Expo/DonnieCon in September, and the Memphis Comic & Fantasy Con/MCFC in November. "Stay tooned" for more details!LINKS:Drawing Funny Podcast website – ⁠www.drawingfunny.com⁠Drawing Funny Podcast on Spotify – ⁠www.podcasters.spotify.com/⁠Drawing Funny Podcast on Apple – www.podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/drawing-funny/Mid-South Cartoonists Association/MSCA (Memphis, TN) – ⁠www.midsouthcartoonists.org⁠My art website – ⁠www.linworkman.com⁠Garibaldi's Pizza (U of M) – ⁠www.garibaldispizza.comKevin L. Williams – www.muleythemule.comToshigawa Universe/Antone & Janet Wade – www.toshigawa-universe.square.site/Watusi The Talking Dog/Dale Martin – www.watusithetalkingdog.com/Matt Bowers "Memphis" – www.facebook.com/memphisthecomic/Raptor Boy/Eric McMeans – www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61558182568157Playhouse On The Square  – www.playhouseonthesquare.org/Germantown Community Theatre  – www.gctcomeplay.org/Memphis Sports & Event Center– www.themsec.com/Memphis Comic Expo/MCX – www.memphiscomicexpo.com/Memphis Comic And Fantasy Con/MCFC – www.memphiscfc.com/MidSouth Mega Con – www.midsouthmegacon.com/Memphis Library Con – www.memphislibrary.org/events/mpl-comic-con/Metropolis Superman Celebration – www.supermancelebration.netWest Tennessee Comic Con – www.westtncomiccon.com/Anime Blues Con – www.animeblues.com/Casey's Art Box – www.roguesgallerymemphis.com/Drawing Funny Ep. 77 Casey's Art Box – www.drawingfunny.com/2025/03/27/episode-77-caseys-art-box/Drawing Funny Ep. 79 MidSouth Mega Con – www.drawingfunny.com/2025/05/29/episode-79-midsouth-mega-con/#midsouthcartoonistsassociation#msca#memphistn#supportlocal#memphispubliclibraries#cartoonists#cartooning#satartday#supportlocal#linworkmanart#drawingfunnypodcast#drawingfunny#podcast#podperson#staytoonedTheme: ⁠“Silly Bank Heist” ⁠⁠music by Steve Oxen⁠⁠.⁠ ©2020 ⁠Fesliyan Studios Inc.⁠ – music and sound effects used by permission.Please DO NOT add this audio content to the Youtube Content ID System. I have used background music which is owned by ⁠Fesliyan Studios⁠.Movie quotes and additional sounds from ⁠101soundboards.com.⁠⁠⁠“Drawing Funny” podcast⁠⁠ hosted/produced by ⁠⁠Lin Workman⁠ ©2025. “Drawing Funny” is intended for entertainment and educational purposes only.Run time: 44min 15sec(Click on the highlighted hyperlinks or links in the show notes to check them all out.)*(Congrats on Antone's sweep of the "Black Man Of Memphis" awards.) 

Show notes: For this episode I attended the first ever MidSouth Mega Con at the Memphis Sports & Event Center located in the Memphis Fairgrounds. I was at this inaugural con to man the Mid-South Cartoonists Association and record a few interviews over the holiday weekend. I got to talk toons with local artists including Ryan Ladner, Shane Luttrell, That Katie Jones, Peter Melonas, Dr. Kevin Thorn, MSCA president Kevin L. Williams, and MCFC co-organizer/"Geek Tank Radio" co-host Brandon Olmstead. Kev brought along some of his Muppet friends- Kermit, Fozzie, and Grover. We handed out a lot of MSCA stickers and postcards, and even sold a few zines!There was lots of great cosplay, including our table neighbors The 731 Ghostbusters and Star Trek fan group Station Shelby. We loved getting t meet the amazing animals from the Soft Landings of Tennessee waterfowl rescue, and the awesomely chill pup from the GameOver Arcade in Southaven, MS. We also got to meet actors Reb Brown/Captain America, Sean Patrick Flanery/Young Indiana Jones, and legendary voice actor Billy West/Ren & Stimpy. (You can see pics on our MSCA Facebook page.)The space was huge, clean, and had great lighting and A/C. There's plenty of room for this con to expand for next year. The Memphis weather was definitely frightful outside, but it was dry and comfortable inside. This fall Memphis Comic Expo will be at this same event center in September. I'll have a table at DonnieCon for the first time in a few years. Between the pandemic, travel, and other show commitments I haven't been able to table there since probably 2018 at the AgCenter. Looking forward to MCX being at this new location.This Saturday, May 31st is the third annual Memphis Libraries Comic Con at the Benjamin L. Hooks Central Library - 3030 Poplar Avenue, Memphis, TN 38111. I'll be set up at this free event along with several MSCA members 10am-3pm. GOH is Chris Parnell. Oh, our next monthly dinner gathering at Garibaldi's Pizza is this Tuesday, June 3rd from 6-8pm, and our deadline to turn in art for next month's art show at Playhouse on the Square. Hope to see you there.Stay tooned, and support local!LINKS:Drawing Funny Podcast website – ⁠www.drawingfunny.com⁠Drawing Funny Podcast on Spotify – ⁠www.podcasters.spotify.com/⁠Drawing Funny Podcast on Apple – www.podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/drawing-funny/Mid-South Cartoonists Association/MSCA (Memphis, TN) – ⁠www.midsouthcartoonists.org⁠My art website – ⁠www.linworkman.com⁠Garibaldi's Pizza (U of M) – ⁠www.garibaldispizza.comKevin L. Williams – www.muleythemule.comRogue's Gallery Memphis – www.roguesgallerymemphis.com/That Katie Jones – www.thatkatiejones.artMemphis VS Zombies – www.thrillcomics.com/Peter Melonas – www.etsy.com/shop/fancifullartPlayhouse On The Square  – www.playhouseonthesquare.org/Bricks & Minifigs Hernando – www.bricksandminifigs.com/hernandoms/Memphis Sports & Event Center– www.themsec.com/Memphis Comic Expo/MCX – www.memphiscomicexpo.com/Memphis Comic And Fantasy Con/MCFC – www.memphiscfc.com/Geek Tank Radio – www.geektankradio.wordpress.com/MidSouth Mega Con – www.midsouthmegacon.com/Memphis Library Con – www.memphislibrary.org/events/mpl-comic-con/Superman Celebration – www.supermancelebration.netTheme: ⁠“Silly Bank Heist” ⁠⁠music by Steve Oxen⁠⁠.⁠ ©2020 ⁠Fesliyan Studios Inc.⁠ – music and sound effects used by permission.Please DO NOT add this audio content to the Youtube Content ID System. I have used background music which is owned by ⁠Fesliyan Studios⁠.Movie quotes and additional sounds from ⁠101soundboards.com.⁠⁠⁠“Drawing Funny” podcast⁠⁠ hosted/produced by ⁠⁠Lin Workman⁠ ©2025. “Drawing Funny” is intended for entertainment and educational purposes only.Run time: 1hr 23min 30sec(Click on the highlighted hyperlinks or links in the show notes to check them all out.)PS: I referred to their other con as the Middle Tennessee Comic Con- actually the West Tennessee Comic Con!PPS: R.I.P. Jarael.

Forrest, Conan Neutron, and Kristina Oakes talk about 'Walk Hard: the Dewey Cox Story' Co-Written and Produced by Judd Apatow and Jake Kasdan, coming a few years after Ray (2004) and Walk the Line (2006), Walk Hard is a pretty incredible satire of the music biopic Starring John C. Reilly as the early Rock n Roll legend Dewey Cox, Jenna Fischer, Tim Meadows, Chris Parnell, Kristin Wiig, Matt Bessner With appearances by Jack White, Eddie Vedder, Ghostface Killah, Jewel, Lyle Lovett and Paul Rudd, Jack Black, Justin Long, and Jason Schwartzman as the Beatles #WalkHard #dewey #deweycox #johncreilly #juddapatow #johnnycash #walktheline #jenna #jennafischer #theoffice #jackblack #paulrudd #music #musicbiopic #biopic #ghostfacekillah #jasonschwartzman #musicindustry #jackwhite #elvis #elvispresley #walk #moviepodcast #filmpodcast #kristenwiig #snl #labamba #lylelovett #jewel This is @ConanNeutron 's last show before he leaves for a tour starting on the East Coast and going to the Midwest and then Caterwaul! See the cities and buy tickets! neutronfriends.bandcamp.com or https://www.neutronfriends.com Join our discord: https://discord.gg/ZHU8W55pnh The Movie Night Extravaganza Patreon helps us keep the show going.. become a Patron and support the show!! https://patreon.com/MovieNightExtra

Let's build some lean muscle. On this episode of the “NASM-CPT Podcast,” host, and NASM Master Instructor, Rick Richey, is joined by featured guest, fellow NASM CPT and muscle hypertrophy specialist, Chris Parnell, who deep dive into the most effective ways to add strength. Parnell will share his career path in fitness, overcoming a major health scare, learning under hypertrophy specialist, Brad Shoenfeld, and how he strives to help others achieve their fitness goals. The two also explore training techniques to add muscle, Chris's main rules to hypertrophy training (specificity, progressive overload, program design), as well as variables that help optimize muscle building. If you like what you just consumed, leave us a 5-star review, and share this episode with a friend to help grow our NASM health and wellness community! Introducing NASM One, the membership for trainers and coaches. For just $35/mo., get unlimited access to over 300 continuing education courses, 50% off additional certifications and specializations, EDGE Trainer Pro all-in-one coaching app to grow your business, unlimited exam attempts and select waived fees. Stay on top of your game and ahead of the curve as a fitness professional with NASM One. Click here to learn more. https://bit.ly/4ddsgrm

FULL COMPLEMENT OF GEEKS! Pol, Kirsten, Bud, Art, AND BRYAN (at various times) chat about spoops, laughs, vampires, and lawsuits, and review & recommendaysh Sinners, Andor, The Last of Us, and Adolescence. Bud’s Weekly Geek-out 05:19 – AutoZipper Coming Soon 08:58 – Weapons (in theatres August 8) 12:14 – One Battle After Another (in theatres September 26) 14:59 – Murderbot (an inside look, Apple TV+ series, May 16) 15:58 – The Smashing Machine (A24 biopic, in theatres October 3) 18:38 – Conan O’Brien: The Kennedy Center Mark Twain Prize for American Humor (Netflix special, May 4) 21:35 – LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS (title reveal Netflix anthology series, volume 4, May 15) titles: 400 Boys, For He Can Creep, Golgotha, How Zeke Got Religion, Smart Appliances, Stupid Owners, Close Encounters of the Mini Kind :heart_eyes_cat:, Spider Rose, The Other Large Thing, The Screaming of the Tyrannosaur, Can’t Stop starring: Mr. Beast, John Oliver, Amy Sedaris, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Chris Parnell, Kevin Hart, Rhys Darby, Brett Goldstein, Niecy Nash-Betts, John Boyega 23:49 – Heads of State (Prime Video movie, July 2) 26:01 – Sirens (Netflix film, May 22, Meaghann Fahy, Milly Alcock, Julianne Moore, Kevin Bacon) 27:45 – Fountain of Youth (Apple TV+ film, May 23) 30:03 – Predator: Badlands (in theatres November 7) 33:05 – The Sexiest Man in Winnepeg (Prime Video documentary, May 9) 34:18 – Stardew Valley’s iconic video game soundtrack is getting a real-life orchestral concert in Victoria 36:13 – Bill Hader to Co-Write, Potentially Star in Jonestown Series in Development at HBO 42:36 – Stranger Things: Tales From ’85 spin-off coming to Netflix 51:10 – What the hell, sure: Toys ‘R’ Us Is Getting a Movie NOT Coming Soon 56:27 – 2033 Blade‘s former costume designer affirms it could have been a period piece Geek News Proper 58:24 – Patrick Starship Enterprise (Paramount+ ad) 58:54 – Disney & Marvel don’t want to play Nicepool with Justin Baldoni over Deadpool in Blake Lively legal battle 1:00:34 – A petition is up to get the Until Dawn creators credited in the movie Reviews and Recommendayshes 1:01:15 – Sinners 1:09:43 – Andor 1:14:09 – The Last of Us S02E03 – The Path related: How The Battle of Jackson was filmed 1:28:00 – Adolescence Join The Geek-out Podcast’s Facebook page (where we’ll release new episodes, and where you can talk with us) and Facebook group (where fans of the podcast can gather and talk geeky stuff)! Questions? Comments? Corrections? Suggestions? e-mail geekout@TheZone.fm Subscribe to The Zone’s Geek-out Podcast on Apple Podcasts. Or, copypasta this link to subscribe using your podcatcher of choice: https://omny.fm/shows/the-geek-out-podcast/playlists/podcast.rss And, get more Zone podcasty goodness at TheZone.fm/podcast

Christian Zyp interviews Morgan Evans (director/writer) and Patrick Noth (actor/writer) abou their film MICRO BUDGET. See it as part of NorthWest Film Fest Saturday May 10th at 9:30 pm at the Metro Cinema. MICRO BUDGET revolves around wannabe filmmaker Terry (Patrick Noth) on the cusp of discovering he's about to be a father. So, he does what any other sane person would do. He moves himself and his nine-month pregnant wife from Iowa to Los Angeles to shoot a low-budget indie movie and sell it to a streamer for a "f**k-ton of money." Documented by his cousin Devin's behind-the-scenes camera crew, Terry suddenly finds that his beliefs about diversity, the #MeToo movement, and what technically qualifies as an adequately financed film production put him at odds with anyone who meets him. This mockumentary features Bobby Moynihan, Chris Parnell, Maria Bamford, Carla Jimenez, Nichole Sakura and a very special cameo.INSTAGRAM @microbudgetmoviehttps://www.microbudgetmovie.com/THREADS @microbudgetmovie

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

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Les, Kurt, and Jason are back for their first show of 2025, but have to catch up on their time away and of course the Wildfires in Los Angeles. 2025 has been the longest year ever, and we're only halfway through January! Then Kurt delivers some Blac Chyna news that seems to point to there being plenty more Blac Chyna news for years to come! Then, even though the holidays are over, the guys are eager to talk about Netflix's Lindsay Lohan and Kristin Chenoweth movie Our Little Secret. Could the movie have handled Dementia a bit more sensitively? Sure! Does the movie feature Stranger Things in a passing of time montage that should have become a full-on Netflix sizzle real? Also sure! With Tim Meadows, Chris Parnell, Deby Reyes, and Dan Bucatinsky and a douchey 18-ish Ronan Farrow (ish), this one is worth a watch.    Facebook : lifetimeofhallmark Instagram : lifetimeofhallmarkpodcast Threads: lifetimeofhallmarkpodcast TikTok: lifetimeofhallmarkpod Theme song generously donated by purple-planet.com  

This week the holidays spirit continues on the show as Josh and Jade review the Netflix original Christmas film, "Our Little Secret." Directed by Stephen Herek and written by Hailey DeDominicis. The film stars Lindsay Lohan, alongside an ensemble cast featuring Ian Harding, Tim Meadows, Jon Rudnitsky, Judy Reyes, Henry Czerny, Chris Parnell, and Kristin Chenoweth. Our Little Secret follows Avery (Lohan), who is spending her first Christmas with her boyfriend's family but discovers her ex is also part of the holiday festivities and decides to hide their romantic history. Also inside this episode, our hosts predict and bemoan the Golden Globe nominations and give their expert opinions on their weekly watches that include "Deadpool vs. Wolverine", "It Ends with Us", "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice" and more. Click play and enjoy the yule tide trash.

Jesse Starcher, Mik Wanamaker and Mark Radulich review movies currently on streaming services and in theaters: Hot Frosty/Our Little Secret/Dear Santa Movie Review! First up is Hot Frosty (2024). Then we move on to Our Little Secret (2024). Finally we review Dear Santa (2024).Hot Frosty is a 2024 American Christmas romantic comedy film directed by Jerry Ciccoritti, written by Russell Hainline, and starring Lacey Chabert, Dustin Milligan, Katy Mixon Greer, Lauren Holly, Chrishell Stause, Joe Lo Truglio, and Craig Robinson. Chabert plays Kathy, a widow who counters her loneliness with a magical snowman brought to life (portrayed by Milligan).The film was released on Netflix on November 13, 2024.Our Little Secret is a 2024 American romantic comedy film directed by Stephen Herek and written by Hailey DeDominicis. It stars Lindsay Lohan, alongside an ensemble cast featuring Ian Harding, Tim Meadows, Jon Rudnitsky, Judy Reyes, Henry Czerny, Chris Parnell, and Kristin Chenoweth. The film was a part of Lohan's creative partnership with Netflix, under which she also executive produced the project.Our Little Secret follows Avery (Lohan), who is spending her first Christmas with her boyfriend's family but discovers her ex is also part of the holiday festivities and decides to hide their romantic history. Production began in Atlanta, in January 2024, and concluded late in the following month. It was released on the streaming service, on November 27, 2024. The film received mixed reviews.Dear Santa is a 2024 American Christmas comedy film directed by Bobby Farrelly, written by Ricky Blitt, Jack Black, and Peter Farrelly from a story by Ricky Blitt, Peter Farrelly, and Dan Ewen, and starring Jack Black, Keegan-Michael Key, Robert Timothy Smith, Brianne Howey, Hayes MacArthur, Austin Post, and P. J. Byrne. It tells the story of dyslexic and meek six-grader who writes a Christmas list to Santa Claus to help with his problems only for his misspelling to lead to him meeting Satan who helps him out.The film was released on Paramount+ and digital platforms on November 25, 2024, by Paramount Pictures. It was met with mixed reviews.Disclaimer: The following may contain offensive language, adult humor, and/or content that some viewers may find offensive – The views and opinions expressed by any one speaker does not explicitly or necessarily reflect or represent those of Mark Radulich or W2M Network.Mark Radulich and his wacky podcast on all the things:https://linktr.ee/markkind76alsohttps://www.teepublic.com/user/radulich-in-broadcasting-networkFB Messenger: Mark Radulich LCSWTiktok: @markradulichtwitter: @MarkRadulichInstagram: markkind76RIBN Album Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/91d704c9-d1ea-45a0-9ffe-5069497bad59

This week we dive into the best spy agency with the worst possible name, it's ARCHER! The guys welcome long time friend and co-pilot, actor/Model/Malort spokesman John Machesky! You can catch him in the new series Cowboy Dreams dropping 12/19 on the Vigloo app! Archer is the FX animated hit from Adam Reed which started as a character that embodies the sauve lifestyle he wanted. A little bit James Bond and a little bit Arrested Development, we follow the goings on of ISIS, the private spy agency in an ambiguous Cold War year. Starring H. Jon Benjamin, Jessica Walter, Aisha Tyler, Chris Parnell, Amber Nash and Judy Greer, this all star cast brings more laughs per minute than the human body can handle. Hosts: Geoff Kerbis Rich Inman John Machesky Max Singer (IL60) --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/pilotslicense/support

We're keeping it Christmas as Indy recommends the holiday neo-noir Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Samantha watches Netflix's latest Lindsay Lohan movie Our Little Secret, and we preview the Chrismas movie loved by 90's kids everywhere (except Samantha) Home Alone!   I Love This You Should Too is hosted by Samantha and Indy Randhawa   Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a 2005 American neo-noir black comedy crime film written and directed by Shane Black (in his directorial debut), and starring Robert Downey Jr., Val Kilmer, Michelle Monaghan, and Corbin Bernsen. The script is partially based on the Brett Halliday novel Bodies Are Where You Find Them (1941), and interprets the classic hardboiled literary genre in a tongue-in-cheek fashion. The film was produced by Joel Silver, with Susan Levin and Steve Richards as executive producers.   Our Little Secret is a 2024 American romantic comedy film directed by Stephen Herek and written by Hailey DeDominicis. It stars Lindsay Lohan alongside an ensemble cast, featuring Ian Harding, Tim Meadows, Jon Rudnitsky, Judy Reyes, Henry Czerny, Chris Parnell and Kristin Chenoweth. The film was a part of Lohan's creative partnership with Netflix under which she also executive produced the project.   Home Alone is a 1990 American comedy film directed by Chris Columbus and written and produced by John Hughes. The first film in the Home Alone franchise, the film stars Macaulay Culkin as Kevin McCallister, a young boy who defends his suburban Chicago home from a home invasion by a pair of robbers after his family accidentally leaves him behind on their Christmas vacation to Paris. The cast also features Joe Pesci, Daniel Stern, John Heard, and Catherine O'Hara.

Chris Parnell has a voice made of liquid gold and comedy timing you can set your watch to... which has earned him legendary status at two comedy institutions - The Groundlings and 'Saturday Night Live' - both celebrating their 50th anniversary this year. Known as "The Iceman" during his eight seasons on SNL (because he never broke character, not even during the classic Christopher Walken “More Cowbell” sketch), Chris reminisces about his comedy career with Dan-- the amazing early Groundlings moments, the wild world of SNL afterparties, working with fellow greats Will Ferrell, Tim Meadows, and he reveals a few regrets from his time on comedy's biggest stage. Chris also opens up to Dan about how his religious upbringing shaped him, his family legacy of speaking in front of a microphone, and the weight of wrestling for years with the idea of contacting his biological parents for the first time. SNL's three-hour live 50th anniversary primetime special airs Sunday, February 16th, on NBC. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Chris Parnell has a voice made of liquid gold and comedy timing you can set your watch to... which has earned him legendary status at two comedy institutions - The Groundlings and 'Saturday Night Live' - both celebrating their 50th anniversary this year. Known as "The Iceman" during his eight seasons on SNL (because he never broke character, not even during the classic Christopher Walken “More Cowbell” sketch), Chris reminisces about his comedy career with Dan-- the amazing early Groundlings moments, the wild world of SNL afterparties, working with fellow greats Will Ferrell, Tim Meadows, and he reveals a few regrets from his time on comedy's biggest stage. Chris also opens up to Dan about how his religious upbringing shaped him, his family legacy of speaking in front of a microphone, and the weight of wrestling for years with the idea of contacting his biological parents for the first time. SNL's three-hour live 50th anniversary primetime special airs Sunday, February 16th, on NBC. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

One of the brightest stars in comedy today, Andy Samberg started out just wanting to make some funny experimental films with his buddies. When some of those films reached Lorne Michaels he recognized the talent behind the movies and signed Andy (and his Lonely Island comedy mates) up as SNL writers, also adding Andy to the cast. A couple of years later Andy (teaming with Chris Parnell) unleashed a great video sketch -- Lazy Sunday - and a new SNL megastar was born. After SNL, Andy had a long run as Jake Peralta in the Fox sitcom Brooklyn 99, and he has continued to mix sketch comedy, tv guest roles, movies, and comedy albums to the delight of fans. Most recently, Andy "stars" in a comic book series (Holy Roller) in which he plays a bowling ball wielding Jewish superhero. And he has been tapped to play another Jewish superhero -- Doug Emhoff -- on SNL as the election nears. As always, find extra cuts below and thanks for sharing our shows! Want more Andy? Andy's first huge breakout bit on SNL was in a digital short called Lazy Sunday, which also featured Chris Parnell. Who knew that cupcakes and Narnia were so dope?https://youtu.be/sRhTeaa_B98?si=hO9l2RIpNKkjNPKx The Lonely Island was on fire when they released their first CD "Incredibad" in 2009, featuring this on the water, off the wall hip hop gem featuring T-Pain.https://youtu.be/k8F3UE9qFsg?si=r05EEFt5l-6LaXzW After leaving SNL, Andy scored a great role as Jake Peralta, a wiseass cop in a precinct full of oddballs. Brooklyn 99, which just wrapped up a decade long run, also earned Andy a Golden Globe for his portrayal of Jake.https://youtu.be/ygPBddnvhwY?si=EbXVW2_pSawrfoOn Andy has returned to SNL to play Doug Emhoff who in Andy's words is seeking to be "First Gentlemensch". It's great, as is this entire cold open for the first episode in season 50(!)https://youtu.be/pg4Z1M_GjhQ?si=3Yp1-_tRU0ORXzOm

We've compiled some of the most exciting moments of Saturday Night Live alumni that have guested on The SDR Show over the years such as Chris Parnell, Heidi Gardner, Rob Schneider, Jay Mohr, Chris Kattan and Colin Quinn joining Ralph Sutton, James Mattern and Geno Bisconte!(Air Date: September 28th, 2024)Support our sponsors!YoKratom.com - Check out YoKratom (the home of the $60 kilo) for all your kratom needs!To advertise your product or service on GaS Digital podcasts please go to TheADSide.com and click on "Advertisers" for more information!You can watch The SDR Show LIVE for FREE every Wednesday and Saturday at 9pm ET at GaSDigitalNetwork.com/LIVEOnce you're there you can sign up at GaSDigitalNetwork.com with promo code: SDR for discount on your subscription which will give you access to every SDR show ever recorded! On top of that you'll also have the same access to ALL the shows that GaS Digital Network has to offer!Follow the whole show on social media!Chris ParnellInstagram: https://instagram.com/MrChrisParnellHeidi GardnerTwitter: https://twitter.com/HeidiLGardnerInstagram: https://instagram.com/HeidiLGardnerRob SchneiderTwitter: https://twitter.com/robschneiderInstagram: https://instagram.com/iamrobschneiderJay MohrInstagram: https://instagram.com/JayMohr37Website: https://jaymohr.show/Chris KattanTwitter: https://twitter.com/chriskattanInstagram: https://instagram.com/chriskattanofficialColin QuinnTwitter: https://twitter.com/iamcolinquinnInstagram: https://instagram.com/iamcolinquinnWebsite: http://colinquinn.com/James L. MatternTwitter: https://twitter.com/jameslmatternInstagram: https://instagram.com/thejamesmatternGeno BisconteTwitter: https://twitter.com/Geno_BisconteInstagram: https://instagram.com/GenoBisconteRalph SuttonTwitter: https://twitter.com/iamralphsuttonInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/iamralphsutton/The SDR ShowTwitter: https://twitter.com/theSDRshowInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thesdrshow/GaS Digital NetworkTwitter: https://twitter.com/gasdigitalInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/gasdigital/See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We're going somewhere else. What does that mean? Somewhere else! You know why I hate you, Fallon? Fuck. I gotta find Fallon. Places [The Festival Project ™] I should know why… —because you are good at everything you do. I always was. What can I say? Nothing. Shut up. That's your job. I don't have a job. Oh, that's right. That's right. [Fallon seems slightly intimidated, but nevertheless, cocky—bold and arrogant as always—and of course— —smug. ] {Enter The Multiverse} The older the wiser— The bigger the better The taller the whiter The richer the further you are From the life that you want Typically, typically Oh, there you go again For Richer for poorer Old Haunts with old souls it's, No wonder you dissaolved on the Revolving door When it's all the same concious thought That you walked all of your dogs To the mall in The same four thoughts The same It must be getting dark The souls are seeming more Forgotton Spirits wandering Here are you now Here I Nigga drinking money No one ever noticed We must be one in the same, Since I ain't g/have /give a damn God, thank you God. I told you, I love New York. Who doesn't? The poor… —Broken. On God, On train All four On one On God 4 train 6 stops Cause I got Money Power cut off I just came back from Whole Foods market I hate shopping Fact Artifacts Don't ever stop recording Even when you want to I might look broke But I got money. I'm worth it Dot dot dot doe Don't keep me waiting I'm wanting to hear from you Wading, wading. I'm fading away I'm fading away I am fading away, l— I am fading away I see a whole ass love story. Super synthesis you ought to draw that Sitting right across the devil Sitting right across the four corridors of summer sworn nonsense I wrote two novels four summers I took two photos, on vortex I took two sworn oaths, far side Master, mortar Brick and— I love New York now, But order, My far mind Gone in the antelope Wind and the demon ways On, but you severed this tie I loved him But could not Quite trust Blue eyes, God I love him. Two minds now, One goes the course, One goes the other route Same and semi, Sometimes never Someday never comes, When you can't stop crying On God, I lost you Ten minutes to count Ten minutes of fame, And again it all adds up The stopwatch loops around again as if Nothing ever mattered to keep track of I found you here, The way it went I left you there And then, infinite I caught a glimpse as if Something had shined across my back There, master, Same slave I always reckoned I never Coming from others, Therin just a wince Just a tip for a chance Of harsh breaths I recon still No-ordinary-love.co How much is that gonna hurt Like a lot l'm assuming Same as always Same as always ‘ Same as always Are you ever on time, or just— Kind of by it? Are you biased or just a front for more wartime? Warcrimes. Let's bury that in a shallow place of my mind. The deeper the whole, the root it had gave The shower of shame and grandiosity Wishing you were there Wishing you were here Wishing you were For me Out, the arrow. It will by now come around again Arousing shaeffer, nearer aggrandized Which one are you now! My story has come One another Again Both things Never entered Never shattered I am now We are as one Again as the other The shame in your heroine Give God a hard shout; Are you sure about coming forward, or not inbound Shattered Collapsed Chaos in the wind Never made it home on time Are you There you are in a straight line Come now, give wind Give something other than Your love for once Give money Bet it all, God. Who you want it's an apostrophe I ain't got no apology Apology I ain't got no apology Apology —Atrocity. —Philosophy. —Psychology. Delicate staccatos at the stop sign || Cross the walk to superstardom {Enter The Multiverse} Man, I don't know why I fuck with you. You're like the Drake of comedians. Drake is the Drake of comedians. Faded parallels Cross intersections of time collapsing Infrequent mantras Gates of Heaven open, And then closed again Nearer and then father Calling out to no one Home you nearer, nothing Push you back with tied hands I swear The ring finger on him A lie like Pinocchio nose And every time he think about me It grows back I put my head in a noose, Dueceas, confusion Loose lips and bruises Just remember, I didn't choose this You did Black boy fly, Your mom says hi Every time I see a motherfucker wanna cry Almost, Still don't want clout I just moved out Alcohol, boo— mow I mean meow. I'm a cat I called you ten times. Call me back! Sitting waiting on your text It's been 48 hours, I'm still undressed Ach— Uh, bless you S on my chest, finna guess you Mister ain't been here since Scissors sisters dismissed you, Seven thru mirrors and dozens of dreams since They scream “Illuminati” And I scream at them: “It's just a test!” Pressed resin, No past, future no present Pressed resin, Still a desert No past, no future no present Pressed resin. Run for president, I'm still a resident, I‘m just kidding Tats on my head, Piss on my grave This shit is in grave danger No room for nobody but a baby in this manger If this major gets wagers and disc players From gang banging I ain't playing with you, bitch It's still a robbery, I'm sorry, B. He says she's said. I got legs on my Pegasus I never said whoever was better than The others is Listen; This answer to this, Lies in its simplicity Lies and wrists bleeding, Secrets and he gets envious Of others, When he reads this, Jesus Simple, simplicity is it I get seeing and pleading, But needed to Reject, eh Eject Synthesis, infinite, It gets into different subjects And sees itself, Remembered in images Simplicity, isn't Isn't, religious, Per Say, Or needless to be said Freedom and KLLY F—ck Regis! You know what he just—!? Niggas. I'm kidding, it's RIP to him— Isn't it? If it wasn't, it is and I just announced it How do you pronounce this? (C'cxell Soleïl) Just write me a check and if it doesn't bounce— I'll think about it. Man, where the fuck is this train at? “The Great Adventures of Uptown A” I promised myself this morning I would just lay there I hate her, but more I hate Being here Or being there, or Going anywhere without a hat on I l l squatted in the street just to shag on em PIP! That's what his name was! Finally, Christ. I thought I‘d lost her! And Ping was his friend's name. Jesus Christ. Must have been important Must have. Jesus Christ. “Why I Hate Union Square” By CC Stone & [Why u love upon were] Ahem. (Why I Love Union Square) By Blū Tha Gürū They said I hadn't done this before IOU oh zomdond had Whatever I was trying to write getting off the train was lost on that day. Surely. {Enter The Multiverse} Tina taddle tale… Sudakis. So wait. Which one is Chris Parnell. The other one. So then. Um. Wait, Which one is Jerry in Rick and Morty. Are you serious? No, get out. I get them confused. What. Are you serious. Same SNL cast. Right? Or close. FISHSTICKS. Liz, get in here. Doctor Spaceman Floyd Getawayfromme There, I fixed it. Oh. You dirty dog you. Is that what I am? Worse than me. Oh, come on. Something not the same. I swear to god. Just let him win. Alright. Ok. But—for what? Just let him win, or you're gonna regret it. I regret this. I regret it. Sometimes I'm so drunk I'm stone cold sober. Sometimes I'm so stone, I can hardly lift weights, Lift my own weight, that is I'm heavy as hell in here Given angel wings And i'm green, I think But I've never been well, then Well then I love you. Okay. Shamrocks and idols, Wagons and chariots, Still suicidal and Everything wreaks of him The reminisce of the writing Remember who the wife is, I'm still so suicidal, I could have carved this eye into my head myself Instead of his Regrets again Some medicine and stomach man, Pain is easy Love is hard, So suicidal, I forgot not to fall in love at all With superstars Or cosmic stardust Nothing stars at all Besides the sun of ours Oh, why God? The truth? You tell me the truth! Okay, but then you've gotta prove it. Sold Solve the equation Math?! I I like math You, too, then. Titus! Mellow. Be bold, you! Never—mellow I am, as are we. Chaos, you've spelled it. I've spelled then many words For our wise, Nevermind before you found her waiting, Dusk was fallen And here you, cry out such a task- To have found her in waiting, Not I or heavy bound, But yet with lust, The breath of motherdom on her wicked truth The tied you have counted, For I wisked away with every since Your true intent, persist, I may. Now. Mellow. You found for call my wants; Shallow, as it may My need ne'er far behind the broken, Does call to you, brother, And you also, For I widow in thought, My fury A tear. A tear, you ask But one does not cry as I seek Fair judgement and ridicule, Severed heart I, Come now awakened in To her, A dusk had come, Though night was golden A dawn arose with fury in my bosom Mine love awakened Not love, but Seldom! Love, I bear you mine honest hands, The wilted rose, Blood upon thornes, Truly marks I who has come To wake in her Then. So, I mellow. Did you fear for not The death that approaches, For now you call I, And our m brethren here, For siren had sounded to wake, You in the light and there destined to love By blood is bound, And yet you wait, here now on high Calling to us, havingbeen hound by light, Whether you did, or did not forsought Come as foreign And leave again Worried, feather feared at all That by this blood, you too shall weep, To reap again what you sow Or shall they say, As punishment, For cause just binds?? Now. I second. Here, too, I second, I third, even for not I as you, And you both as I, And how, The sun has set upon us, Why, death is sure to come As I rise, But give me no mercy, this Mellow now, I only beg What here has transpired Silence here, Between myself and I— Brethren. Steady ye we all sigh as one. Steady ye as my death is yours. Steady be my tongue as forced to lie with sacred heart true love does lie. So be it. So, then. Honor thy pardon. Off, then. [The King quickly vanishes into the night.] [The Festival Project.™] The Complex Collective © COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Vid It's here! Our Rick and Morty panel from NJ Contropolis with Chris Parnell and Harry Belden! Chuck and Brad talked to two of the Smith family voices about starting the show (Chris), joining the team (Harry), the audition process, and why Harry didn't end up playing Rick!Stick around after the panel for over 45 more minutes of podcasting with Ray, Chuck and Brad! Video edit by Craig Depina @funbearablepod / funbearablepod.com #rickandmorty #chrisparnell #snl #adultswim #cartoon #voices #panel #comiccon

Nick looks back at the very first time Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson hosted "Saturday Night Live," which aired in March of 2000. At that time, Johnson was still known primarily as his wrestling persona, The Rock, and hadn't yet become the Hollywood megastar demanding millions of dollars per film. He was simply a beloved WWE pro-wrestler with a massive fan base. But The Rock wasn't the only wrestler to take the SNL stage that night. In this episode, you'll relive the pro-wrestling invasion on SNL, hear some of the funniest sketches, and get behind-the-scenes stories from the memorable night. Chris Parnell (who hilariously gets beat up a lot), Molly Shannon, Will Ferrell, Cheri Oteri, and others contribute to the laughs with fantastic performances. Take a trip back to Season 25 and experience the night The Rock cooked up comedy gold on SNL! [Ep90]

Diane and Sean discuss arguably the most anti-feminist feminist movie, Down with Love. Episode music is, "Here's to Love", music and lyrics by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, performed by Renée Zellweger and Ewan McGregor, from the OST.-  Our theme song is by Brushy One String-  Artwork by Marlaine LePage-  Why Do We Own This DVD?  Merch available at Teepublic-  Follow the show on social media:-  IG: @whydoweownthisdvd- Tumblr: WhyDoWeOwnThisDVD-  Follow Sean's Plants on IG: @lookitmahplants- Watch Sean be bad at video games on TwitchSupport the show

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

 In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Fred Armisen, Ike Barinholtz, Kate Berlant, Janine Brito, Rachel Dratch, John Early, Tina Fey, Ana Gasteyer, Ilana Glazer, Peter Grosz, Abbi Jacobson, John Lutz, Jason Mantzoukas, Lennon Parham, Chris Parnell, Paula Pell, June Diane Raphael, Maya Rudolph, Paul Scheer, Jessica St. Clair, Jean Villepique, and Stephnie Weir. and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge.  World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.)  Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more.  Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others.  “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila.  Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others.  “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila.  Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

 In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others.  “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila.  Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

When Beth wants advice about her husband Ryan's suspected infidelity, Dr? Sheila turns to the words of O.J. Simpson and the “If I Did It” method to help the couple navigate their issues. Starring Amy Poehler, Chris Parnell, and Ana Gasteyer.  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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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

In the world of feelings, there are winners and losers, and somebody has to be the judge. World-renowned, self-proclaimed couples therapist Dr? Sheila invites you to sit in on her private sessions with clients. (For legal reasons, Dr? must be said in the form of a question.) Each week, a new couple…and a new puzzle to crack. You'll get to hear, and benefit from, many of her famous techniques as she counsels patients on overcoming disagreements, dealing with an overstepping mother-in-law, navigating open relationships, and much more. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because the best way to feel better about yourself is to compare your problems to the problems of others. “Say More” features guests including Kate Berlant, Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, Ilana Glazer, Abbi Jacobson, Maya Rudolph, Ike Barinholtz, Jessica St. Clair, Lennon Parham, Paula Pell, Janine Brito, Jason Mantzoukas, Peter Grosz, Jean Villepique, Stephnie Weir, John Lutz, Fred Armisen, Rachel Dratch, Chris Parnell and Ana Gasteyer, and stars Amy Poehler as Dr? Sheila. Say More with Dr? Sheila premieres Thursday, September 21, 2023. Listen to and follow Say More with Dr? Sheila, an Audacy production, on the Audacy app or wherever you get your podcasts. 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