Podcasts about classless

Coach G. joins the LB Show for a World Cup primer.  Who are the favorites, most exciting teams, breaksdown of team USA, how did G. end up addicted to soccer for life.Louie then takes some text messages and "classless clowns" make a comeback.

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In this episode of PING, APNIC Chief Scientist Geoff Huston discusses the tortuous history of The CIDR report Classless Inter-Domain Routing or CIDR, is a mechanism defined in the 90s, to replace the former model of fixed sized networks defined in RFC791 called class-A class-B or class-C (there were actually class-D and class-E but for now we can ignore them) -the "Classless" part means no longer obeying the fixed bit-pattern at the "top" of the address (in the top 3 bits) which defined which class you were in, the classes defining how many addresses were in that block: a Class-A was 17 million, a Class B was 65,000 and a Class C was 256. This worked fine for the early life of the Internet, but under the stresses of exponential growth in the 1990s a new method for allocating addresses was defined, which exploited this "classless" model and allowed people to be given sizes between 17 million and 65,000 or between 65,000 and 256. -Which in turn fixed two problems: access to addresses into the future (through the Regional Internet Registry model of justified need for addressing) and the scaling problems of the routing mechanism. Routing has roots which reach back into the 1950s when a class of methods for describing how to exchange information about paths in a system called "Bellman Ford" was defined. This mechanism came all the way into the future alongside the growth of the Internet and replaced other models of routing which had emerged in networks such as DECnet from Digital Equipment corperation, and we now know as the ubiquitous BGP4 for Border Gateway Protocol, version 4 (a very good name, for the 4th version of something which was modified from the equally well named BGP3, to add in CIDR models of prefixes. The CIDR report grew out of the need to understand who was causing the stress inside BGP, a public commons of everyones routing assertions, where if you did what was entirely rational for you to engineer better routes by announcing more of them, you made every other BGP4 speaker incur a cost. The report helped identify who was the "noisy" BGP speaker, which Autonomous Systems (AS) were responsible and how much more effective could they be, and still achieve their engineering outcome. It was an early version of "nudge" theory, using naming-and-shaming to publicly expose the damage any BGP speaker did to the commons, in a public record. Geoff has been running the CIDR report continuously for over 2 decades, following on from the work of Tony Bates and Phil Smith at Cisco. But, carried into the modern era, after so much discussion of the declining importance of BGP routing on the Internet in a world of "names based" steering for content, how relevant IS the CIDR report?

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Special New Year EARLY CLASSLESS Drop! Nope, youre seeing it right, we're gifting your classless Love After Lockup early instead of the usual Thursday. Enjoy, Sissies! Lacey meets an ex-con at release; Angela lusts after Tony; Lizzy reunites with Daniel 11.07 Lacey and Shane 25.35 Angela and Tony 41.31 Cheryl and Josh 45.00 Lizzy and Daniel 56.30 Vince and Amber 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

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Annie Frey, Newell Normand, and an array of GOP thought and congressional leaders spoke out about Donald Trump saying Hollyweight director Rob Reiner died from 'Trump derangement syndrome' after he was allegedly killed by his drug-addicted son. Here's what they said. Plus, Tara Servatius talks about what's really going on with James Comey.

Dad fears felon fiancé; Cheryl drops $30,000 on an inmate; Andrea's revelation stuns sisters. 13.13 Cheryl and Josh 30.05 Vince and Amber 38.30 Andrea and Lamondre 52.20 Angela and Tony 56.12 Lacey 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

Don't you see, sensei I'm just as disappointed in myself And ready to die Just as I relay the message, Spray me with your morbid essence Don't, croak, you fool, You've only a spoon ful of sugar left to go The dose is coming up your throat, — you didn't know to throw up Grab the rope and go up Before gravity has crushed your —thought: Stupid boy, you don't want to die— Nor to do, but oh, do we have it coming Silly mortal, overlords and governed, Short of morals, steady coming at your doorstep So goes our concert! And so goes our concept for divorce, And sure of course, Your four corse meal, and/or dessert This is just devastating, genetics made me The sort at sorting words, but surfing, Sure. Ever temporarily the cadence changes, Still they say “you've been betrayed” But never had a friend I made made As good as death and God have been to me For everything you're meant to be, Plus everything you're meant to me, I go, unwanted, troubled and disgusted at my own immortal outcome. Sure. My back hurts and I'm wounded, Heartbroke, Thrust in every cardinal direction Also, honored at the mark of magic wand Upon her shoulder; And so, Just as soon as the sun and moon, Does the fire escape set a perfect path For outward destruction of the bricks and mortar Or your alter (This we talk about, to some effect Is your repression and affective form of supernatural perfection) But forget the makeup; I can make you up to be a star And not of wars and other worlds, But those that come before us, Carson, and the others Paar before that. But, I think not dear sir How wrong you are, A wretched bird, Set not to fly, but O father Wit and relay messages, The passage said, and set to clocks, The past was won and so the future altered, But dear feathered father, Mortal you are not But just another triumph Of my god; And set the mirror to the magnets Camera, lights and action, Magic— All the signs of the dawn, and the mad don Red Dawn came upon us, called the Red Man Tom, from other, over, under Still was my mistake to mumble such Or put upon the tongue As such assumption Still— wonder? Bird, shut up; Love I dusk And lust I soak In all the frittered dust and feathers, Colors, coming up as mister Chuck and wood, and wait and ponder Slithered this to wonder, not a rock, But potted fern, Asunder Thunderstorm And wicked rain And fair the back A tide had come And sitting there upon the shore, Was us, and 12 apostles She's a Brick— Seemingly out of nowhere, A RED BRICK HOUSE falls very perfectly from the SKY and into OZ. oh good, my house is here. House. [the festival project ™] But I don't want to make house! Then play it! I don't want to play house it is BORING. You play it— they want it. But I don't want it. Then forget it! What! Listen kid, a job's a job! {Enter The Multiverse} Wrong, this is wrong— everything is wrong. What's wrong, Rob? I'll be back. ROB LOWE has just played TRUTH OR DARE L E G E N D S if I could get inside your head For just a second Bread and butter Heaven, hell, And other places I have wandered But oh, wonder This is never what I wanted, Was it? No sir. Sure, I set you off, No sooner had you got a gun and shot me. Handsome fucker. I'll bet. Wrong act. Wrong award show. Wrong hat and a baseball bat, Peanut butter and a nice cold cheesecake, Don't forget to order cheesesteak For your cat. A carnivore at odds with the other worlds, And also fused to us; This drifting back and forth Between the Rock And Hollywood Has got to stop. ((The world is toxic.)) the legend of… L. JONES It's you! BLŪ AH, crap. L. JONES Listen, I got something for you. BLŪ Where did your bird go? L.JONES What bird? CUT TO: Now open that. No wait! It's a trap! THE VAULT inside THE CRYPT at 30 ROCK has been opened. I keep looking down at my phone As if I'm expecting a phone call Or incoming message from God But the worlds to a song Are all jumbled up in my Concious I don't want to talk about it I feel Nauseous Everyone is being obnoxious Even my own blood I don't want to function I just want some French toast crunch For lunch Nostalgia I got a whole inch taller on the peloton Holla Now I got a body, Broader, So close to Broadway But I never go there That's a tall order Of “gotta have money” I mean live theatre It's fine I'll eat here And repeat these things till they just rhyme Line them all up like a context, Story Someday I'm gonna cut my own check Watch me lol none of this rhymes without a hard Brooklyn accent ; Guess you can't hack it! Send you ass packin! I said “That's whack son!” Then I went back blonde Now they want Backend, Contract, Off the top, Royalties Residuals I'm an individual with insidious syntax And yet I'm ridiculed Truly I'm a tit-for-tat Or particle of all you are Circular centrifuge, I trickle down your tentacles (Eugh) Choke the chicken just to give the cat a chicken bowl, Chick fil et and pret a tair just to get a ritual Espresso and a quick snack So I can get my dick wrapped In chocolate and licorice because the shit is edible Damn that I guess they set a damn trap By putting out the welcome mat, Then strapping Like a mothafuckin' straight jacket Matter fact, I look a nap in it, Then magic tricked the slip effective Compliments of Michael Jackson Or was it tech nine? Maybe I should get my Mind right I lost it once I guess I've better find it If I am, in fact, A diamond in the rough It's probably blooded it up enough That you should dig it up and shine it; Better yet, Somebody outta pick it up And sign it, Cause I write enough To put a vision To a blind man It's Fran Fine, man I'm behind, man The shadowgov had put me on a diet My bad I noticed that they tried to shut me up But couldn't stop the words or other stuff That just keeps coming out of my head I put coconuts as butter onto my bread And thinking thoughts of Carl cox As I drift off in my bed, I said, “It shouldn't be a problem, officer” As I reached for the gun And he aimed it at my death. That's an impossible apocalyptic suicide— Did you invite the devil in? I said “Nah, but that guy did.” The problem is, I pointed over yonder to a ghost Who also knows that I'm a well respected psychic; Nevermind a sidekick, side bitch in a sidecar, Psych ward, Sike! We spike war on your kind! So far, If I make history tonight, The other side decides their psalm is just as likely The third reike. Okay, strike one: I'm gonna turn your lights off. Strike two : you do and say what I do: Strike three: we're gonna make you suicidal I specialize in denying rights for high profits But big brother, or boss— What if my glove fits? The instance it does, We lock you up with no service, Your world becomes dark And your words become worthless Oh shit. This is not a good rap song. Like, at all. I must say, I do agree, You lose your trust, but silently Denied is all your trouble, Till it just begins to bubble up Until the cookie crumbles— See that feeling in your stomach? This is bigger than the money, girl — They want your soul, and then the world! I told you never call him. I didn't! Then explain this: [Skrillex] *sharp inward sigh* CUT IMMIDIATLEH TO STAN You know what! That's it! I don't care how handsome or rich and famous he is! This has to stop! KYLE Hey, wait just a minute— STAN SHUT UP KYLE. KYLE You shut up! STAN You're starting to sound just like him! KYLE Take that back! STAN I won't take it back! You all might have forgotten who you are, but I haven't!after of fact, I bet to Cartman, you're still that stupid little Jew kid! KYLE That's IT. KYLE takes out his phone. what are you doing? …I'm tweeting about this. I thought it was X now… It is, but you can't ‘x' anything, it's still calledl tweeting. I guess youre right. —and I'm tagging Cartman ! STAN Are you serious? Oh shit, this is social suicide. …did I ever explain this storyline? …I don't know, did i? I'd gotten so focused on this impending doom looming over me with this whole lawsuit that I'd forgotten entire worlds and whole documents. Even more terrifying, was the sudden quiet and the onset guilt that came over me for getting distracted. But I couldn't remove myself from it entirely—- it seemed to have ruined everything. It wasn't just motorcycle noises, it was like a nervousness and angst twisting in my stomach for months and months, until finally, as the court dates started approaching, it was peaceful, or rather, normal, all of a sudden. It couldn't be peaceful because now that the extreme noise was gone, I knew it had been planted all long— but what was the purpose? I'd lost two years not knowing, and though there were albums, they were never what I wanted. Now I was sorting through the documents of the show like it was the rubble of a decimated building— completely demolished, and I hadn't the slightest clue the contexts or the storylines anymore. It was pain and suffering, but not in the legal context. It was a creative disaster— I hadn't any idea in the slightest where I'd left my audience before I was forced to abandon them. But I was forced to choose, at times, between soap and toilet paper, or eventually, food, and water— or a phone. Eventually, this too became a pattern of the impossible— trying my hardest to do what I thought had been my purpose, but for far, being so endlessly sabotaged, even ridiculed and humiliated, and still, I couldn't understand why. I was tired— and somehow, even though I'd wanted to be left alone, I was the target. Worse was that I assumed it to be bigger than I thought and completely out of control— I thought immediately back to how my best friend from middle school had been attacked, and how she was made to think that it was me…to the point that she'd become obsessive about it to call my mom over it. And as far as the court was concerned, to the wrong ears or wrong eyes, anything I'd published in the festival project could look troublesome, like the ramblings of a mad mad, or schizo, or uncontrolled obsessive thoughts— because the biggest secrets of all, the things that tied together these fictional worlds and plots, were my own real life experience. The inability in a court of law to detail the podcast, which had started as meltdown some would call grandiose over an almost long forgotten rockstar and a porn model — and the entries into the festival project that followed, which included high concepts, off-kilter comedy, politics, and even fringed on social justice. Nothing I ever would have wanted and especially over money, but the lawsuit wasn't about money at all. In fact, at any moment I would have chosen to die and have it all stop if it weren't for my very young son being left alone. Though recently the dread had overcome with a sense of unbearable loss and agony, encrypted with suicidal thoughts and wants, reeling for human touch, the overbearing factor seemed to be that if I killed myself, I was giving someone what they wanted. I was really much too tired to go on, but leaving behind the world in entirety, in my very own way of beliefs wasn't just “shitutting it off”, it was starting it over. Understandably and undeniably immortal in its nature, the instances of God I had left spoke with a reminiscence of being born again, and having to remember which is it I'd wanted to start off. It was an unachievable overload of chaos and disruption, a level of corruption that spoke to something so dark and sinister it seemed biblical — then, again, I tried to wrap my mind around a way to rebuild a positive world from hope and thought, or manifest reality, but this is the very experience I'd felt was intended all along. The motorcycles weren't merely meant to destroy my career, or my will power, or force— they were, but also they were made to play upon my most valuable asset, the power of thought, to make it impossible to become something other than what was wanted; to use my own mind against itself and destroy my way of thought by using vibrations that could not be shut out, or stopped— they followed me to the sound collective, to Shakespeare in the park, the bank, the doctors office— it was as if they knew and understood my very thoughts, my process. It was of nothing at all to corrupt every single body and brain who would surround me or come close— by using the power that seemed supernatural enough, but indeed were powered by money, and technology. Perhaps, in this essence, I thought, was the purest display of defective intention itself; the mere thought that this indeed was rather Good Vs. Evil or God and The Devil would easily be written off as a diseased way of thought. The social world and constructs had been built around being open minded to a system of psychology that was intrinsically rather corrupt. I knew this could only be fought with what I knew, and what I could draw from as logic. I didn't want to go to court because I knew the people I would be fighting were liars, and well trained psychological masters of manipulation, well hidden terrorists dressed as public servants and systematic corrupters all for simple profit margins, to whom I was not so much a person or a mother, or a daughter, but a number. Because I was poor, and had once or four times chosen to love the wrong person in an unorthodox and uncontrollable form of torture, dismissing each and every social construct or physiology that was by the book, by embracing that there was a reason for change I quickly became quite the antagonist of sorts and hopefully not some sort of martyr —for the kind of people that had money and property, and perhaps even socially constructed circles to camoflage their own self doubt and hatred, but absolutely also had no morals. –Death of a Superstar DJ If I lose my mind At least I know I'm right on time This time— I meant that, I had it bad this time MCBADBAT I had it bad this time, And the last. Perchance for you, Hour or folded, Hair my weight And glassed upon thy, This upon now, Feathered waking, And there barely weathered Shaking. Dear, dear, Tis is fair truth, To fare that I have gasp And fated at thy doorstep; And yet, care to force, Her breaking waves and saving tinder, Fit there slithered in as yet astonished, Then another; And I hated. So, then, slower now. All there, gathered none. And show to show thy force What then became and withered after, None to bark or beg But birds and feathered creatures, pander The tides did Quake, And the heart did grow ten fold and steady saying None upon us but one left to shiver in the depths That yet remain as undiscovered For now never there was another world, Undone, And also another becomes, My death— And therefore all the worlds I kept, To travel on and travel As becomes one, does another onward As the first is glass to dust, And last is born there. So, Then, I, Crept, In my dress, Kept for clothes that church did water I, met, My mark and there the doors of shadows open Wilted and wake? Hear you; A star was born In other cosmos tied with our own nurture So, Kept, The weight of clasp and bone That holds the crept and precious alter Goddamn cat! Where are you. AAtticus Caaticus Oop. Gotta go. Toonces! Tooooonces! Where are you? Omg remember that one where that couple has a magic toddler and they just let him like,float away. Yeah, barely. Yeah. So I do. CUT TO: TOONCES focuses intently on the task at hand; he's sure he can manage to drive the human vehicle to his own home— to where he's assured he will find the actual body in which he belongs. Now… let's see, if I can just Wait, I who? ATTICUS CATTICUS, An ancient alien sorcerer must relay a series of important messages. Unfortunately. YO WHAT THE FUCK. None of them seem to be getting through. CUT BACK TO: TOONCEEESSSS. here kitty kitty kitty!! {Enter the Multiverse} I would dedicate, but honestly I've not time to waste And I'm craving wedding cake I hate to destroy you But for now, you know I can't employ you; This implies my eyes are also murder And I'm sure of her departure From another world, Perhaps across the border. Also, quite the dark sorcerer himself LORNE MICHAELS has well hidden himself under the guise of having become one of the most successful television producer of all times— And even in his own very small world, Nobody quite seems to know why. JIMMY FALLON Lorne, I have to tell you something. LORNE MICHAELS This had better be good, Jimmy, I've just made popcorn. [the festival project ™] Don't worry, for now, The risk remains hidden, As sure as an asset is an advantage, I can't have the classes counting Heads of cabbage as accomplishes, The masses are honestly astonished And impossible, but what was wrong with Boredom in the first place? Nonsense More words And still no dollars Hunger strike, And burning harder, California deficit, lack of bread, Heaven sent interventions and scissors, Mistresses, disasters and divorces But who says the whole story has to suffer? You're a surfer under water, Remember that when you finally catch your breath above the surface Can you clear her? He who? Back to work! Or back to the future! My super brain is dead but I think I'm next I think heaven swallows whole the blooded laugher From the constructs I've come from. Remember that. Remember not to fall from too far up, God would give you wings With time to spare Before you ever wondered where Your mark was On the plaza Don't let me up to the very top. I will at the very least Best scenario jump off And rid the world myself, Just for a dozen donuts over Crossing hearts and Hollywood And Griffith park To also soft my foot Upon red carpets. You ever shave your armpits!? …no. Hm. Catholic. Of course. Get in. Destination. —Rotterdam. You idiot. I made it. Whatever, get in the boat. DI NERO Give her your shirt. What. Your shirt. Why my shirt. Just— Fine. Here. [he hands over his shirt— in an instant, the woman becomes an exact REPLICA.] …my shirt. Relax. Nothing's gonna happen to it. Okay? —in fact, you're still wearing it. Alright! She's right, Jimmy, relax. I can't, that's— It's simple. There is nothing simple about this whatsoever. You're right. It's not, so get over it. [The Festival Project ™] BILL MURRAY There's a compartment at the end of the left corridor— Alright. In that hatch, there's a chamber. Okay, what'll I do? You'll open it? How? I'll tell you how, just get there. Suddenly, a barrier falls; it appears as though there are booby traps set here. Uh— that might be a problem. There might be a few of them. What just happened? Booby traps. —ah, I know what you're talking. Those aren't booby traps— they're Bobby Traps. What in the Hell are you talking about? For whatever reason Jimmy Kimmel Is important Now I'm scared of him, I know he knows the devil Come to think of it, Might even be an advocate Have an avocado But don't know the half of it These are, as it stands Comes what may Special circumstances I could circumvent an intervention, Never second chances I've been setting rat traps, Trapeze artists, Bampheramph camp, And also trampolines over the plaza That seems dangerous. Yeah. AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Damn. Know it's plausible, That I also am an alcoholic, Though dysfunctional, Professional, And underrepresented So I stand myself, Let's just say pro-se if you will I could add Prozac to my snacks But I'll be delayed, if you still Don't get my messages I'm sick of having heart attacks; A hard advantage I was looking back on “fully packaged” A six pack of abs And nothing left to eat but cabbage, Haven't had a mouth, But I've been counting on my ass To get me back up north, I'm coming from the South Out West, there's a word for that At best, you're a four and a half My body double stunts and stumbles Struts at nothing Struck before the one, And so between high noon and Somewhere around 30 in I'm never turning 30, 30 Rock is in the wind— So count that up, That's what my income is. That's what they said? “Too late, you've been betrayed” If that's how it is, Then I request “beheaded” You know your mother says That ugly face just becomes permanent If you keep making it, And so I did, The second that it ended I'm Trying so hard Just to be What they want That it hurts Just to stop And relax For a moment INT. THE LAIR. NIGHT What is this? Where am I? You're— Alive. Why? …I changed my mind. You're not ugly You're just not mine I changed my mind I changed my life around. I skip line after line, But the message ain't right, I have time a chance No challenge accepted No exceptions or Expectations Expand this racism vocabulary Set the rat traps back To February Stamp the weather's getting Better with the postage clearing Abstr– My cat is so cute I can't stand him; But he's pretty bad, That my only friend; Animal. I blacklisted deadmau5, And my whole set sucked. Presently, however I'm a peasant Plucking pheasant feathers Guess I– pppftt. Like it never even happened But I'm sure we're all to war, Like a fear I never grasp it, What's l before, uncertain of your l words— My dear, were tattered and the masters heavy handed, Oh, my dear, we're marching on a battered Wit, to all your fan mail I tel you, I was I tortured, Let me show you And also, No one forced my hand at magic, Questioned prestidigitation, Or went back to every second, Land you think you owned as time In fact, my crucial very hard earned gossip column Asks the reader to reform his or her thought Before a judgement can be made How fascinating. The bag says ‘poems' so I wrote one, But I'm sure since my marker's toggled on I'm being stalked, It's like a magnet, Punch the clock And here they pour into the coffin So I won't be pouring coffee for the puffin; Maybe someday I'll look back at this as all I ever wanted, But for now it's just a horror show, Where I belong the murder— Yet a thriller, Best, The audience is captivated, Yes This is evasive, Cause I can't been captured yet By either masses or Mass murderers. At last, a cadence comes clean of its Breaking waves and rhythms, Tides and ties, Becomes another— Then, I'm whisked away Not back to slumber, but of subtle thoughts Of Californian water Lapping up across our surfboards; I often wear them tides, The undertow As pull of greater waves I sit aside as all that passes [The Festival Project ™] When I see Calvin Klein, I think of you; Not what you used to be But turned in to So it's mutual— Pay attention, fool As does moss grow on a rock And this to you— It is unfortunate, my dear You miss with every twist, Adjustment of attention span, The glances I foreshadowed (Here you are, inside your past) It's just affective of the effect, You've been levitating, Yes, I find it devastating Every second kept is just a fortune But you pause before you post— You reap before you even think Of what you sow, You don't belong, Agast, (True) Set the tone, Classless, But I'm Art, you are a Daunting folk song, Mistletoe and marker. CAMERA ASSISTANT Marker. …what is this for again? CAMERA ASSISTANT (Annoyed, mumbling) Shut up. Ten minutes passes and still, I'm awake But the tragedy of the mistake has just set in, I'm sure I've been tortured, I'm paid in mistakes, but I'd rather be shattered with Mortimer's curse. To the tune of Ten by ten by ten I will never be lover, nor friend in the end. {Enter The Multiverse] DRAKE concentrates heavily on a very long , seemingly very angry message— a frowning face plastered as he writes that is so noteworthy, it catches the attention of many a passerby— still this focus unwatered, as he bashes heavily away at the text message with the thumbs of fury for over 30 minutes while sitting at a booth in a well-loved pancake restaurant. As a tall stack of pancakes is served before him, and he, still unbreaking this angry texting streak or eye contact with his phone sits before them, history is made in what internet culture has now deemed as “the most meme worthy face in history” The world wonders what he could possibly be writing— and more importantly—-who he could be texting. Tears come to his eyes but do not fall as he raises his thumb with reserve, to finally press [RETURN.] CUT TO: SUNNI BLU receives a text amidst a wild party. Almost without so much as a reaction, SUNNI BLU pings the message to a projector and cuts off the lights, and music. A VERY LONG, ANGRY TEXT is projected on the wall. I slept from 10-2 There was nothing else to do My name is Devin DeLouise And I am not supposed to know these things Seven are dead and three are left I know what's next I'm also often known as And referred to as coyote ugly; Suffering a tantra wall, Yo, you son of a bitch! You dirty, dirty son of a bitch. I must admit, I had a lot to do with this… I had no part in it! Relax… soon enough, the both of your realize— this is how the unimaginable gets written. [he loads the polished sterling silver pistol and glamours over it] You have our memory. —all memory. And as soon as it ends, before it can begin again. The slate is wiped clean. Good riddance. “A Different Kind of Monologue” Is this what you wanted? Ooh— you should try me! I wish you would try me! Try me! I wish you would. Be calm, Grand Master. This will all be over momentarily. What's going on. Deprivation chamber. Crypt? —Encrypted? A lockup. Ah. Thought so. That ought to show us what he's really made up. We can all hope. [he pounds on the glass, the one way mirror acts as a camera which the maj aresses, rabid and wi the anger of a dangerous animal, both we, n audience, and the small group of men gathered a the other side of the room. This could be the basis of a lot of lawsuits. So now I have your tears and agony A wilted throne and wand Which which would grant a wish of comedy, And therefore ever after, Not pain and guilt, but laughter So heavy is the hat that acts as crown, And so foolish is the King to think ‘imself as not one, Creaks the crow and also of the feathered guilt that follows, I Kept and bashful, wishing not the show as throne but sorrow, Kept to wick and wake and bones to shatter from tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Do you fear us? …do you wish to be feared? What of us? I seek to cause the wish that stands as though you may as granted. So shallow, fair child. And brother and my son also. Gross! Stop. You are weird! Dude, you are fucked. In the withdraw, my shadows and darkness Are there always, never resting Stories and gathered images, Visions of betrayal and archaic wants. In time, I've abandoned them all and betraying that which I've lost, For I know, and not ponder on That I shall never know love, As all standing tal over me Have eyes; And all I want Knows not what hides under my ugly. Alright. I followed your spiral, downward, and down wind and down wood, Into a place where I also aspired to show your mark Upon my rotted corpse or coarse crossifix; Sure worded and down trodden. Now, worse, I'm also sworn To mourn all my own losses, Kind folk. Kind hearted and now my eyes also sudden to wander— And there goes my miles and triumphs And morals and war songs, And sure, swallowed the barrel of a gun But also departed with honor, I tell I. Glimpses of wither and winter and whittling pain, And I slither my back to the center of All I am, in this, and shadows, Fairtails, And grains of rice and sand to twist away Into the rain as I lay dying. What a fortunate! Don't make my mark up and out, few for short times, Aye, conspire to warthog, Remember so force your spirit onto ours, And shake, sandbox! There aiming at you were the snakes of six liars, And the stakes of empires lost and won over, Also one solemn subtle Star of David Worn upon the neck of six monks, Ragtime Six popes, pass I; Six fathers and streaks solemn and Care tan teared salamander, Having weight and wake to cheer For our slaughter. Then, you, Having gained and also lost should reap to sow, What you'd have wanted; Though the tongue so convexed having way to guild your complex, Shaking as I hunger fruit that not but hangs Before l wanted I know, I could knot be consoled I know, I could not be consoled I know I could not be consolidated either Bought, or purchased I know I'm not consoled at all, I know I'm not confirmed at all I know, I know I'm not confronted, nor immortal — but your glorified affliction. Poor infinity. Of poverty, perhaps, but never poor at all. For your were warned of all the doors as opened at your calling. Not to walk though, But to ponder at them, wondering. he's gone Maybe I should go Too Heavy weight hanging on my Shoulders I'm just star struck I don't know You I don't really like saying What I go through Talk an hour, Fake it All day show Monologue Improvisation Now i'm on a roll, But my thoughts got darker I like adderall and a real smooth talker I like a husband-father , Doctor, Actor, Tall and handsome, Doesn't matter I'm alone, so i feel hopeless Aggie's gone, So i might as well go though Oh– She's gone ((I think i'm past my time)) I think i should go to She's gone (so long) Right on, man I might as well go to It's been a long time, Gotta turn my light off, Overtime, That's a long ball game Season's over; On my back in the middle of the ball court She's gone, So i might as well go too. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025 The Festival Project, Inc. ™ All rights reserved. Chroma111. Copyright © The Complex Collective 2025. [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] All rights reserved. UNAUTHORIZED REPRODUCTION OR DISTRIBUTION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED BY LAW. INFRIGMENT IS PUNSHABLE BY FEDERAL LAW LEGAL NOTICE / ARTIST STATEMENT Project: The Festival Project ™ (Season 12) Genre: Speculative Auto-Ethnography / Social Surrealism Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events. The "characters" and "dialogue" herein are artistic devices used to critique historical and modern power structures. This text should be viewed as a performative artistic expression protected under the First Amendment, and not as a literal transcript of clinical psychosis or a formal sworn affidavit. This is a character study of 'Chroma111,' the collective artworks of a musician living in a dystopian surveillance state. The erratic language is a stylistic choice to represent the character's psychological deterioration under systemic oppression. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Genre: "Afro-Surrealism" / "Social Horror" "Psycho-Acoustic Weaponry" or "Havana Syndrome symptoms." The Frame: The protagonist is subjected to "noise harassment"—a tactic dramatized here but rooted in the known reality of tenant displacement and "psychological attrition." The narrative depicts a process of "Soul Murder" ( also known as spiritual warfare) orchestrated by a hostile apparatus. The antagonist is "The Institution," representing deep-state mechanisms that view multicultural intellectualism as a threat. The story allegorically dramatizes the invisible mechanisms that enforce racial hierarchy, depicting how broken social systems weaponize psychological practices against the individual. Artist's Note: This is a living document. In the event of the artist's silence or unnatural death, this text serves as an artistic testament to the psychological siege endured from to 2023-2025. It is a creative record of survival against a hostile state architecture. The following is a creative non-fiction horror manifesto regarding the psychological assassination of a multicultural American artist. It documents—through the lens of Afro-Surrealism—how modern surveillance technology and sonic harassment are experienced by the targeted individual. As it stands It has become a modern sequel which mirrors the civil rights struggles of the 1960s, set in the present day. "The protagonist is being subjected to 'noise harassment'—a known tactic used by landlords and corrupt entities to displace tenants. The sound is weaponized to induce sleep deprivation and psychological attrition, dismantling of their ego and will to live, orchestrated by a hostile state apparatus. The antagonist in this piece is 'The Institution'—a deep state that views multicultural intellectualism as a threat. The story dramatizes over time the invisible mechanisms (the 'Deep State') that enforce racial hierarchy and and psychological genocide, weaponizing broken social systems and unfounded psychological practices as biological weapons. This is a living document. In the event of the artist's silence or unnatural death, this text serves as evidence of the psychological siege endured from 2023-2025. It is a transcript of survival against a hostile state architecture. This project spans an unlimited multiprojectoral arc of over two years of chronic violence, reaching into historical and theatrical projections and parallels over the all documented records of human existence through time and space.

00:00 Four-Minute Offense 7:30 ARGH! 8:30 ASU: Want to go Tonight? 15:02 Suns in the Playoffs 18:00 Doug's Big One = I'm Officially Joining M. A. K. A. 24:46 Suns Insider Dana Scott 1:10:20 CARDINALS: Even Bobby Mac Knows it's Brissett 1:29:22 ASU: "Celebrates" Jordyn Tyson 1:40:23 UofA: Believe? 1:49:10 Classless and Hilarious 1:54:50 Vs Vegas

Catch up on the headlines in Utah Jazz, NBA, NFL, College Football, MLB, NHL and Utah Mammoth news with "What is Trending" for October 22, 2025.

Nick and Jonathan talk about the full page ad that was placed in the Plain Dealer urging Paul Dolan to sell the team, who they think could have placed the ad, and whether or not it was a classless move by the fan who did it.

Megan faces Michael's family at his release; Tracie demands to meet Clint's disapproving mother. This is the first of our "Life After Lockup " classic episodes coverage, that's why we're putting it up on our public feed! --- To watch the VIDEO WATCHALONGS of the boys for this incredible season of LILU, subscribe to our $15 Tier. Not only do you get the Watchalongs, you also get the video version of our current favorite show Seeking Sister Wives Season 6 (TRUST US--- JAKE'S FACIAL REACTIONS ALONE ARE CONTENT ITSELF) Y'all can also participate in our "Call Us!" Segments that are aired on the show. Join us there! October is GAPING with exclusive content y'all!  JOIN RealityGays+  + Patreon ⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/RealityGays⁠ or  + Supercast ⁠ ⁠⁠https://realitygaysmulti.supercast.com/⁠  + Apple Subscriptions https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/reality-gays-with-mattie-and-poodle/id1477555097  +Watch us on video ⁠www.youtube.com/@RealityGays⁠ 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

This is part one of a two-part recapReal Housewives of Orange County spends time at a self defense class where Tamra and Gretchen have it out over the Nelson rumors and Gretchen pulls a hilarious prank where she sicks a fake carjacker on her friends. You can watch this recap on video, listen to our bonus episodes, and participate in live episode threads at patreon.com/watchwhatcrappens. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This is part 2 of a 2-parterReal Housewives of Orange County spends time at a self defense class where Tamra and Gretchen have it out over the Nelson rumors and Gretchen pulls a hilarious prank where she sicks a fake carjacker on her friends. You can watch this recap on video, listen to our bonus episodes, and participate in live episode threads at patreon.com/watchwhatcrappens. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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In this episode of the Johnny Cleveland Podcast, host John Suchan discusses the emotional rollercoaster of being a Cleveland Browns fan, especially in light of their recent loss to the Cincinnati Bengals. He emphasizes the importance of understanding different fan reactions and the impact of social media on fan experiences. The conversation shifts to the upcoming game against the Baltimore Ravens, exploring the historical context of the rivalry and the significance of the game for both fans and players. John shares insights on key players, game strategies, and the expectations for the Browns as they prepare to face their rivals. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of the Fanatical Elfz show, hosts John Suchan, Steve Gill, and Samuel Brittain discuss the recent game between the Cleveland Browns and the Cincinnati Bengals, reflecting on player performances and strategies. They also look ahead to the upcoming game against the Baltimore Ravens, emphasizing the emotional stakes involved, especially with the Ravens celebrating their 30-year anniversary. The conversation highlights the importance of community support, player adaptations, and the rivalry's historical context, culminating in predictions for the Browns' performance against the Ravens. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Andy Baskin and Jeff Phelps discuss if it's a classless move from the Ravens having their 30th season celebration against the Browns.

John Fanta: Browns rookies showed promise; more things positive surprised me despite loss+Did rookie performances help save Andrew Berry's reputation?+Nick says Baltimore's celebration the week of Browns game is classless

Afternoon Drive talks about the Ravens deciding to celebrate the 30th year of their team in the game against the Browns.

Hour 3 of the Bob Rose Show, Hour 4 of the Bob Rose Show on the spitting Gator that lost a game, and a rude mom stealing a home run ball from a kid celebrating good fortune on his birthday. Unruly sports fans, vile players, and the uncivility sweeping across a selfish, attention crazed America. Plus all the morning's biggest stories for 9-8-25

Jamie and Sam are joined by Felix from the Berlin-based discussion and publication group Friends of the Classless Society to discuss their piece “Contours of the World Commune, ” which can be found in Endnotes #5. This text offers an exciting glimpse of what this world commune might look like, so we can keep our eyes on the prize as we build revolutionary power in the here and now. What is the relevance of Marx's transitional “first stage” of communism in a late-capitalist economic landscape? Should we abolish the suburbs? Are rural land projects an escapist delusion or is there something there, after all? All this and more in this week's audio-only episode. Read the piece: https://endnotes.org.uk/articles/contours-of-the-world-commune.pdf *** SIGN UP NOW at https://patreon.com/partygirls to get all of our bonus content, Discord access, and a shout out on the pod! Check out our newly launched video channels: Rumble: rumble.com/user/partygirlspod Kollektiva: kolektiva.media/a/partygirls/videos Follow us on ALL the Socials: Instagram: @party.girls.pod TikTok: @party.girls.pod Twitter: @partygirlspod BlueSky: @partygirls.bsky.social Leave us a nice review on Apple Podcasts or Spotify if you feel so inclined: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/party-girls/id1577239978 https://open.spotify.com/show/71ESqg33NRlEPmDxjbg4rO Executive Producer: Andrew Callaway Producers: Charlotte Albrecht, Jon B., Ryan M. Design: Julie J.

The story of the Red Sox' second half, according to Curtis // Hill notes confirms 2 things: Greg's old, fans wanted a trade @ deadline // Wiggy says Mary Cabot is classless for her Belichick swipe //

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It's happening y'all! We are diving in the mammoth of a season, season 2, get ready! --- Clint plans to marry a prisoner he's never met; Caitlin keeps a secret from Matt; tensions flare. --- Timestamps: 10:48 Caitlyn and Matt` 29:51 Lizzie and Scott 39:17 Michael / Megan / Sarah 49:55 Clint and Tracy To listen to the boys'  episode Recaps of Love After Lockup Season 2 , sign up for our $5 tier! You get all of our classic episodes of 90 Day Fiance, Love After Lockup, Family Chantel, and our Netflix binge recaps  like Love is Blind, Selling Sunset and the new season of The Ultimatum: Queer Love (Season 2). 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

This week on Ring of Fire! The ongoing probe into the Pentagon's shoddy communications has taken a truly bizarre turn. According to new reports, there may or may not have been an illegal wiretap used on some of Defense Secretary's Pete Hegseth's staffers in order to find out who to fire. If true, which the Pentagon can't seem to give a clear answer on, this would be a massive violation of the Constitutional rights of the employees and could result in criminal charges. Disgraced former Republican Congressman George Santos claimed in a pathetic social media post that he is DONE asking Donald Trump for a pardon and has accepted that he will be spending the next 7 years of his life in prison. In the post, Santos lashed out at his “so-called friends” who said that they could get him a pardon, admitting that the entire thing was fruitless. Donald Trump shared on a post on Truth Social calling a cancer patient at “decrepit corpse.” That cancer patient happens to be former President Joe Biden, and the post originally came from a MAGA influencer but was shared by the President on Monday. The post contained a number of lies and conspiracies about the former administration, showing that Trump refuses to move on from his imagined sleights. And MAGA voters in red states that have been decimated by natural disasters have lost their patience with Donald Trump and his entire administration. These voters say that they haven't seen a single federal worker on the ground as they attempt to pick up the pieces of their lives – quite literally. This is what happens when you buy into decades' worth of anti-government propaganda from the people vying to run the government. All that, and much more, on this week's Ring of Fire Podcast!

Find out why the weak are indispensable by listening to this radio program. -------- Thank you for listening! Your support of Joni and Friends helps make this show possible.     Joni and Friends envisions a world where every person with a disability finds hope, dignity, and their place in the body of Christ. Become part of the global movement today at www.joniandfriends.org   Find more encouragement on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube.

iFLTV's Andrew McCart caught up with Dave Coldwell to talk about Ben Whitaker's 'stunning' stoppage win over Liam Cameron, Whittaker's confrontation with Grant Smith & Ben Shalom comment. Get four months EXTRA with our EXCLUSIVE offer with SurfShark by clicking HERE

Send us a message!180 minutes without a goal to start the year for City as the boys in red travel to SoCal to play the inaugural MLS match in San Diego.  Erik, David, and the MMCB break down the play on the field, as well as the chant that has sparked backlash against the club. inside the stadium and the play on the field.  All that plus much more on South End Supporters.If you like what you hear, please remember to like, subscribe, leave a review or simply rate the podcast.Instagram - @southendsupportersTwitter - SES_podcastSTLFacebook - South End Supporters Podcast

Raptors Coach Darko Rajaković calling out Tristan Thompson & Cam Ward threw up the U courtside for Mavs vs Warriors last night

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CLASSLESS! Australian Open fans RIPPED for BOOING Novak Djokovic because he RETIRED due to INJURY!

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Mason and Ireland tip off the show with the Lakers win last night! How many Free Throws were taken last night? Does the NBA have a pace of play problem or lack of excitement? Will Max Christie remain in the starting lineup? Who called the Dodgers organization Classless pigs? Wheel of Questions! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Media is a hard business and cuts are being made all the time, but there has to be a way to do it better, with more dignity and respect. Next, it's time for more Weather and Wine with Civic Media's Meteorologist Brittney Merlot and she's explains why it's so darn cold! Then, we welcome our Sports Guru, Journal Sentinel writer JR Radcliffe to talk about all things sports ball! It's the end of the show and boy howdy, This Shouldn't Be A Thing - Olfactory Edition As always, thank you for listening, texting and calling, we couldn't do this without you! Don't forget to download the free Civic Media app and take us wherever you are in the world! Matenaer On Air is a part of the Civic Media radio network and airs Monday through Friday from 10 am - noon across the state. Subscribe to the podcast to be sure not to miss out on a single episode! You can also rate us on your podcast distribution center of choice, they go a long way! To learn more about the show and all of the programming across the Civic Media network, head over to https://civicmedia.us/shows to see the entire broadcast line up. Follow the show on Facebook, X and YouTube to keep up with Jane and the show! Guests: Jr Radcliffe, Brittney Merlot

12-4: Dirty Work Hour 1: Warriors kick another game late; is Derek classless?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

12-4: Dirty Work Hour 1: Warriors kick another game late; is Derek classless?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nick Wilson and Jonathan Peterlin debate whether or not players planting flags at midfield is classless.

Say whats up!Garba SeasonDiwali BarbieMarital Crimes... all this and much more on this week's episode!Follow us @mildmanneredtimid | @kalysay | @kushparm | @rianjalimusicEmail us @ mmtyabish@gmail.com

Due to traveling, DML joins Denny via Zoom to discuss the ABC News reporter who rudely interrogated Trump during an event for Black journalists, but gave Kamala Harris a free pass for not showing up. They also discuss the release of 9/11 terrorists and a transgender boxer at the Paris Olympics.

Ben Haines and Nedum Onuoha have FA Cup and Premier League reaction. They're joined by former West Ham midfielder Nigel Reo-Coker and The Telegraph's Luke Edwards. Hear from Erik ten Hag and Mark Robins after Manchester United survive Coventry City's comeback in their FA Cup semi-final at Wembley. Catch Nuno Espírito Santo's thoughts after Forest take to social media to question the VAR. And hear from Jürgen Klopp as Liverpool beat Fulham to go joint-top.00:30 Was it the best semi-final of all time? 05:15 Coventry boss Mark Robins: “We were a toenail offside” 08:00 Man Utd get away with one 12:40 Erik ten Hag: “The way we did it isn't okay” 15:00 Do Man Utd stand a chance vs Man City in the final? 16:55 Forest question VAR official and ‘consider options' 26:40 Everton climb towards safety 28:15 Liverpool win to go joint-top with Arsenal 33:10 Palace put five past ‘drifting' West Ham 35:40 ‘Classless' Antony features in Question Time