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The Hammer Cast
Ep. 362: Why You Should Crawl for 10 Minutes Straight

The Hammer Cast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2023 4:38


Get my 9-Minute Kettlebell & Bodyweight Challenge FREE here: http://www.9MinuteChallenge.com  Crawling is one of those rare movements where more really can be better and not just more. There are some caveats to consider, and it's best to build up to it, but 10 minutes of crawling non-stop is a great goal for just about anybody, and can be scaled to any level of fitness. Best of all, there are a litany of benefits that go along with it.  What are those benefits, you ask?  Well, I'll tell you all about 'em! Tune in and enjoy. 

Invade the Decade
ITD #317: May 1976 | Creepy Crawling

Invade the Decade

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2023 70:42


This week they invade May 1976 and run down All in the Family, The Bad News Bears, and drunk kids. Join the invasion! Patreon | Instagram | Facebook | Twitter MERCH: https://silkshopstores.com/invadethedecademerch/shop/home  Miller & Son BBQ Sauce: https://www.millsauceco.com/ PURE YogaTV: https://pureyogatv.com/ Music Credits: "Fife and Drum" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode  "Exhilarate" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/legalcode 

Radio D&D
The Lonely Hearts Club - Ep.32: Catching Up

Radio D&D

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 19, 2023 106:37


The Lonely Hearts catch up on some much-needed downtime, relaxing and spending their earnings, and excitement builds over the announcement of Albert Einstein's upcoming seminar on Reality Theory. Podcast Artwork: DrawForthArts: https://www.etsy.com/shop/drawfortharts Music (Freemusicarchive.org): Crawling by Unheard Music Concepts (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Damned by Jahzzar (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) Dances and Dames by Kevin MacLeod (Attribution 3.0 Unported: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/) Escaped from my Dreams by Unheard Music Concepts (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Gang of alley cats by Komiku (https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/) Jazzy Detective by John Bartmann (Attribution-ShareAlike: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) Rollin at 5 – 210 – Full by Kevin MacLeod (Attribution 3.0 Unported: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/) Sneaky Detective by John Bartmann (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) The Endless March of Sadness by Unheard Music Concepts (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Too Late for the Party by Unheard Music Concepts (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Unforeseen Space by Unheard Music Concepts (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) Vibe Ace by Kevin MacLeod (Attribution 3.0 Unported: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/) Where From by Mid-Air Machine (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) Music (Purple-planet.com): Epiphany On Tiptoe Quirky Moments Sound Effects (Freesound.org) FM Radio Tuning Sweep by davidbain (https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/)

The Most Haunted City On Earth | Presented by The Savannah Underground
Stories of a Haunted La-Z-Boy Store, Hags Crawling Into Your Room & More!

The Most Haunted City On Earth | Presented by The Savannah Underground

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 17, 2023 51:57


Join the Parajunkie Fam! (We have candy) www.patreon.com/savannahunderground On this episode of The Most Haunted City on Earth, we've got our second round of Ghostmail from Rebecca, Gerad, & Alexandra!!! Submit your ghost story by emailing: ghostmail@hauntedcitypodcast.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/john-taylor-timmons/support

ShopTalk » Podcast Feed
548: Infinite Canvas, Luro + Figma, and Scraping or Crawling

ShopTalk » Podcast Feed

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 16, 2023 54:36


What's going to happen to homework with AI? Thoughts on infinite canvas which leads into Luro and Sigma integration, and Chris gets nerdsniped and tries to scrap (or should he crawl?) websites for data.

go tech pls dont die
Hoops Week 10 | Grapes Crawling

go tech pls dont die

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 10, 2023 51:58


The gang can't wait to not see Jelly Walker again

Biblioteca Del Metal
Riot V - (El Grupo Icónico Y Subestimado Del Heavy Metal)

Biblioteca Del Metal

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2023 140:37


Colabora Con Biblioteca Del Metal: En Twitter - https://twitter.com/Anarkometal72 Y Donanos Unas Propinas En BAT. Para Seguir Con El Proyecto De la Biblioteca Mas Grande Del Metal. Muchisimas Gracias. La Tienda De Biblioteca Del Metal: Encontraras, Ropa, Accesorios,Decoracion, Ect... Todo Relacionado Al Podcats Biblioteca Del Metal Y Al Mundo Del Heavy Metal. Descubrela!!!!!! Ideal Para Llevarte O Regalar Productos Del Podcats De Ivoox. (Por Tiempo Limitado) https://teespring.com/es/stores/biblioteca-del-metal-1 Riot (actualmente Riot V) es una banda de heavy metal estadounidense, fundada en 1975 en Nueva York, por el guitarrista y principal compositor Mark Reale, completando la primera alineación con Guy Speranza, Louie Kouvaris, Jimmy Iommi, y Peter Bitelli. Riot fue uno de los nombres más icónicos y subestimados del heavy metal a nivel mundial; a consecuencia del poco éxito comercial de los primeros álbumes, lanzados a fines de los 70, y principios de los 80, los integrantes de la banda daban por perdido su posicionamiento en la historia del metal, esto ocasionó la desintegración temporal de Riot en 1984, tras 5 LP de estudio. Mark Reale, líder del grupo, estableció su residencia en San Antonio, Texas, y decidió continuar bajo otro nombre: Narita, tomando el nombre del segundo disco de Riot. No obstante, y tras ciertas idas y venidas, Reale es persuadido de dar a Riot otra oportunidad, lo cual se cristaliza en 1988, a través del disco titulado Thundersteel, punto crucial en la historia del grupo, y el cual es considerado uno de los mejores discos de la banda, junto a Fire Down Under, y su último trabajo discográfico llamado Immortal Soul, de 2011. A partir e allí, la carrera de Riot se desarrolla de manera más o menos regular, eso sí: con cambios en una alineación donde Reale era el único miembro estable. Finalmente, Immortal Soul, lanzado en octubre de 2011, fue grabado -en parte- por Reale, a causa de sus malestares, seriamente aquejado por la enfermedad de Crohn, asumiendo el guitarrista Mike Flyntz las riendas hasta completar la grabación. Mark sufrió una hemorragia de la cual no se recuperó, falleciendo el 25 de enero de 2012, y poniendo fin de hecho a Riot como banda activa. Los neoyorquinos Riot, banda nacida hacia 1975, sentaron las bases de su sonido con un primitivo pero a la vez evocador long play, editado en 1977: Rock City, inicio de una trayectoria que musicalmente sería gloriosa, pero que nunca impactaría en el mercado a nivel comercial. Tras un tema directo que abría el disco, Desperation, llega a las primeras de cambio uno de los mayores clásicos de toda la carrera de la banda: Warrior. Ese estribillo que proclamaba “Shine, shine on through the darkness and the pain” ha sido siempre uno de los lemas del grupo. Con guitarras sobresalientes y con la buena combinación de la voz de Guy Speranza, el álbum sigue con temazos certeros como Rock City, Overdrive o Angel. Tokyo Rose es uno de los cortes más intensos mientras que Heart Of Fire pasó demasiado desapercibido a pesar de su gran calidad. El elepé se cierra con la pegadiza Gypsy Queen y con la sentida This Is What I Get. hard rock y rock and roll se combinaban a la perfección en esta primera etapa del combo neoyorquino. La inocencia, las ganas de triunfar y la calidad conforman un cuajo espeso que sobresale en este corto pero interesante debut. Es la obra que abría la trilogía con Guy Speranza al frente. Narita y, en especial, Fire Down Under serían la cima de estos primerizos Riot. Segunda entrega y clara consolidación de la banda, que asomaba entre las calles de Brooklyn con serias aspiraciones de traspasar los rascacielos de Manhattan. Narita brinda hard rock de peso, con buenos fundamentos para rivalizar con la emergente generación NWOBHM del Reino Unido. La pérdida del guitarrista L.A. Kouvaris había sido suplida con la entrada de Rick Ventura, una de las figuras claves de los primeros Riot. Waiting For The Taking era una entrada inusual pero capaz de transmitir el potencial de una banda que seguía fundando su magia en las guitarras de Reale, unidas a la voz de Guy Speranza. 49er era otro claro ejemplo. Kick Down The Wall es uno de esos himnos que ejemplifican el sonido hard roquero de aquellos primeros Riot, esencia pura de una banda que apuntaba maneras únicas. El Born To Be Wild de Steppenwolf, personalizado por la voz de Speranza, era otra declaración de intenciones mientras la instrumental Narita viraba claramente hacia el heavy rock, con el que tantos lazos les uniría a Europa. Las guitarras marcaban su territorio en Here We Come Again mientras que el hard & heavy emergía en Do It Up. Riot nunca fue una banda de baladas, sin embargo había temas como Hot For Love que sí buscaban un tono más melódico y pegadizo. White Rock fue el paso previo al gran clásico del disco: Road Racin’, que al igual que Warrior en el debut, se convertiría en una de las piezas esenciales de la banda en directo. No solo es la obra cumbre de la primera etapa de Riot, sino que incluso para buena parte de los fanes veteranos del grupo siempre ha sido su disco preferido. Todo lo que habían ofrecido en los dos elepés anteriores brilló aún con más intensidad en Fire Down Under, una obra que se iniciaba con uno de los grandes clásicos del grupo: Swords And Tequila. Más rápidos y más heavies, como demostraban en el tema título, Fire Down Under, en esta obra presentaban una renovada sección rítmica: Sandy Slavin (batería) y Kip Leming (bajo). El guitarrista Rick Ventura se había convertido en una pieza clave en el engranaje del grupo, como demostró aportando una enigmática y sobresaliente composición; Feel The Same. Entre las cimas de aquella pareja irrepetible, Reale y Speranza, siempre quedará Outlaw con aquellas míticas frases en español de Antonio Ramos. El hard rock volvía a refulgir con fuerza en Don’t Bring Me Down y en Don’t Hold Back para desembocar en otra de las mayores joyas: Altar Of The King. El aporte de clásicos de este disco lo convierte sin duda en una de las piezas esenciales en la discografía de Riot. No Lies fue una nueva composición de Ventura mientras que Run For Your Life era uno de los temas más heavies y rápidos del disco. Esta obra esencial se cierra con la instrumental Flashbacks, en la que incluyeron sonidos de ambiente de conciertos, como el de Monsters Of Rock en Donington o la presentación del DJ Neal Kay del Hammersmith Odeon, de Londres. Sin duda Fire Down Under es uno de los mejores discos de Riot, y una obra fundamental en la historia del hard & heavy. La marcha del vocalista Guy Speranza parecía haber cortado la incesante progresión del conjunto americano. Sin embargo, Mark Reale no quiso perder la buena estela que habían trazado, contratando en poco tiempo a Rhett Forrester. Con pinta de estrella del rock, el vocalista aportó mucha personalidad y actitud, sin intentar imitar al recordado Speranza. Los de Nueva York endurecieron su sonido para el nuevo disco, Restless Breed, como se puede escuchar en los dos trallazos de entrada: Hard Lovin’ Man y C.I.A. El contrapunto de intensidad y emotividad lo pone Forrester en el in crescendo que da título al disco, Restless Breed, un tema que explora nuevos recovecos del sonido de Riot. Recuperaron la costumbre de incluir una versión con el When I Was Young de Eric Burdon & The Animals. El heavy metal comenzaba a tener cada vez más presencia en el sonido de los de Brooklyn, como se puede comprobar en Loanshark, mientras que el rock and roll seguía presente en Loved By You. Rick Ventura volvía a tener mucho peso en la composición como demostró en Over To You. Sin lugar a dudas una de las piezas claves del disco es la joya melódica de Mark Reale Showdown. En esa línea seguía Dream Away, nuevamente otra buena entrega de Rick Ventura. Y para cerrar el álbum; más heavy metal con Violent Crimes. Era prácticamente imposible igualar Fire Down Under, pero Riot se habían levantado muy rápido tras la ruptura con Guy Speranza, gracias al carisma y a la voz de Rhett Forrester. Restless Breed era un más que digno sucesor. Con la misma formación que en Restless Breed, Riot grabaron el que sería segundo y último disco con el vocalista Rhett Forrester: Born in America. Aunque no se trata de uno de los mejores trabajos del grupo, contiene algunas canciones magistrales que han pasado, desgraciadamente, demasiado desapercibidas como You Burn In Me o Running From The Law. El filo más heavy de Forrester acuñó esta segunda época de la banda en la que las guitarras forjadas por Reale y Ventura sobresalían en cada tema. La pegadiza Born In America contrastaba con la más heavy Wings Of Fire. Nuevamente incorporaron una versión, en esta ocasión el Devil Woman que popularizó Cliff Richard. Vigilante Killer y Heavy Metal Machine eran claro ejemplo de la fuerza de los Riot encarnados con el vocalista Rhett Forrester, que en ocasiones su voz se asemejaba a la de Blackie Lawless, que entonces daba sus primeros pasos con W.A.S.P. Riot habían entrado de lleno en una etapa más heavy desde que Rhett había asumido el micrófono. La melodía de Where Soldiers Rule desembocaba el riff de Gunfighter, otro gran tema. El disco y esta etapa se cerraban con una composición de Rick Ventura, Promised Land. A partir de ahí este ciclo se rompería con un prematura final, pero Riot volverían a renacer de sus cenizas, aunque con una formación totalmente renovada. Quizás para los puristas y los seguidores más veteranos de Riot solo existieron aquellos discos con Guy Speranza al frente y con el Fire Down Under como bandera. Sin embargo, es fehaciente que Thundersteel es la obra más influyente de unos renacidos Riot que cogieron la semilla de la banda "Narita" en San Antonio (Texas), y la plantaron en las calles de Nueva York. En unos meses germinó el que es sin duda uno de los mejores discos de power speed metal jamás facturados del uno al otro confín del planeta. Mark Reale se llevó al bajista Don Van Stavern, con quien había compartido filas en Narita, y descubrió al soberbio vocalista Tony Moore y al no menos magistral batería Bobby Jarzombek. La velocidad y genialidad del tema título Thundersteel podría ruborizar a los más thrashers de la época. Habían dado un cambio de tuerca al sonido de la banda acelerando la velocidad hasta límites insospechados. Doble bombo, estribillos contundentes y guitarras atronadoras confluían en Fight Or Fall. Aunque Sign Of The Crimson Storm era supuestamente el tema melódico del disco, su potencia es abrumadora. Excepcional tanto el sonido de guitarras como las voces imposibles de Tony Moore. Sus agudos le granjearon una posición de cantante puntero del metal de finales de los ochenta. Aunque el tema Thundersteel fue el que mejor define esta obra, Flight Of The Warrior podría considerarse la otra gran joya de un disco impecable. Y pisándole los talones en cuanto a calidad se refiere llega On Wings Of Eagles. La segunda parte de esta obra maestra se abre con otro clásico, Johnny’s Back. La melodía de Bloodstreets engarza con la fuerza del heavy metal en Run For Your Life. El disco se cierra con el extenso up tempo Buried Alive (Tell Tale Heart). Thundersteel es uno de esos lanzamientos únicos, capaz de marcar la carrera de toda una banda y de muchas generaciones que lo han ido descubriendo con los años. Lo hubieran tenido muy fácil simplemente con calcar la fórmula del exitoso Thundersteel, pero los neoyorquinos nunca han sido predecibles, como demostraron en The Privilege Of Power. Tildado injustamente de experimento calamitoso, este disco con rasgos conceptuales y cuyas canciones están conectadas por sonidos de televisión, rompió todos los esquemas no solo en la carrera de Riot sino en el metal en general. Escuchar la inicial On Your Knees; un potente tema metálico a toda velocidad aderezado por secciones de viento, resulta simplemente espectacular. Un riff monumental da inicio a Metal Soldiers, otro gran cañonazo heavy con un Tony Moore demostrando nuevamente sus agudos imposibles. La melodía se apodera de Runaway con las acústicas que siempre han estado muy presentes en la herencia de Reale. La sección de viento vuelve con fuerza en Killer, un tema en el que colabora ni más ni menos que Joe Lynn Turner (Rainbow, Deep Purple) haciendo un dueto con Tony Moore. Speed metal a destajo en la entrada de Dance Of Death demostrando que los temas rápidos de este disco lo son incluso más que en Thundersteel. Los cuernos de guerra anuncian otra batalla de power speed en Storming The Gates Of Hell. Las guitarras de Reale vuelven a ser, como en todos los discos, el gran sello identificador de Riot. La melodía regresa en Maryanne mientras que en Little Miss Death sobresalen los coros del estribillo. Una de las canciones más rápidas, heavies y potentes de la historia de la banda llega a continuación: Black Leather And Glittering Steel. El cierre es una adaptación del clásico de Al Di Meola, Racing With The Devil On A Spanish Highway, metalizada por un Reale sensacional. Digan lo que digan The Privilege Of Power es un disco impresionante que desgraciadamente no tuvo continuidad con esta formación hasta 21 años después. Nueva etapa de unos remozados Riot en la que solo resistieron el irreductible Mark Reale, Bobby Jarzombek y Mike flyntz, que había entrado en la banda apoyando en directo a la formación de Thundersteel. El primer y notorio cambio se puede adivinar en la inicial Soldier con la voz de Mike DiMeo, con un color similar al de grandes vocalistas como David Coverdale y diametralmente opuesto al del precedente Tony Moore. El sonido de la banda vira claramente al hard rock pasional sin dejar de lado la esencia heavy metal que tan bien habían trabajado en la década anterior. La vena más melódica emergía en Destiny, una composición de DiMeo y Flyntz en la que se observa claramente el cambio de la nueva andadura de Riot. Siguiendo con la costumbre de incluir versiones, en esta ocasión atinaron más si cabe rindiendo tributo a Deep Purple con el mítico Burn. Otra novedad fue la inclusión de un género como las baladas, un estilo que no había abundado en la banda de Nueva York. In Your Eyes fue la prueba de esa tendencia más suave con un sensacional DiMeo al frente. Pero no se habían olvidado de su vena más heavy como prueban en el tema homónimo del disco, Nightbreaker. Medicine Man es el prototipo de hard rock potente a veces bluesy y pasional en el que se habían embarcado Riot. Silent Scream es de esas canciones que solo ellos son capaces de escribir, esas piezas que tan dentro llevaba Mark Reale. Magic Maker era heavy rock puro en efervescencia mientras I’m On The Run se incluyó en la edición europea sustituyendo al A Whiter Shade Of Pale de Procol Harum. El hard rock de Babylon encamina hacia un curioso final: una recreación de sus mayores clásicos de la época Speranza: Outlaw. Como curiosidad, Nightbreaker salió con tres portadas diferentes, una en Japón, la otra en Europa y la de la reedición americana de 1999. Con la formación más asentada, el brillo de los nuevos Riot se apreciaba con más intensidad en The Brethren Of The Long House. Dedicado a la cultura de los indios americanos, el disco comienza con la intro The Last Of The Mohicans del compositor de bandas sonoras Trevor Jones y desemboca en la potentísima Glory Calling, que representa a la perfección la identidad de los Riot de los años noventa. Esa tensión heavy se mantiene en Rolling Thunder y culmina en la melodía de la balada Rain. Una de las mejores canciones del álbum es Wounded Heart, otro gran clásico de los Riot de esa década, puro heavy rock potente y con alma. El up tempo The Brethren Of The Long House se enlaza con una nueva versión. En esta ocasión el clásico de Gary Moore Out In The Fields que, como es su costumbre, vuelven a bordar. La impresionante acústica Santa Maria da paso al medio tiempo Blood Of The English. Otro de los grandes momentos de esta obra es Ghost Dance, un tema pleno de melodía y potencia. La pieza tradicional Shenandoah se engarza con otro temazo de hard rock, Holy Land. El álbum se cierra con la adaptación de The Last Of The Mohicans que ya avanzaban en la intro. The Brethren Of The Long House reafirmó las buenas sensaciones de Nightbreaker consolidando el nuevo hard & heavy de Riot en los noventa. La voz de Dimeo y la magia de Reale habían vuelto a renacer una banda que siempre supo reinventarse. Si Fire Down Under es la obra cumbre de los primeros Riot y Thundersteel el disco por el que siempre han sido venerados en todos los mentideros del metal, Inishmore podría cerrar el triunvirato perfecto, para conocer las distintas etapas de la banda de Mark Reale. Décima entrega de estudio y tercera con el vocalista Mike DiMeo al frente, tiene un nexo lírico en las leyendas celtas e irlandesas. La buenísima intro Black Water da paso a Angel Eyes, un himno impresionante que en directo funcionó a la perfección. La épica de Riot había alcanzado una nueva fase. Hard rock y heavy metal se daban la mano en un lanzamiento repleto de canciones inmortales como Liberty o Kings Are Falling. Ritmos demoledores, guitarras brillantes y una voz repleta de alma convergían en los grandísimos Riot de fin de siglo. Contaron en los coros con reputados cantantes como Tony Harnell (TNT) o Danny Vaughn (Tyketto). A ritmo de power metal estalla The Man mientras que en el hard rock descansa Watching The Signs. Sin un segundo de tregua Should I Run, otro clásico, demuestra la buena química compositiva que había nacido entre Reale y DiMeo. Cry For The Dying es otra prueba más de que Inishmore es una absoluta obra maestra y Turning The Hands Of Time la clara confirmación. El álbum culmina con otra joya, Gypsy, y con los aires celtas de la melódica Inishmore (Forsaken Heart) y la pieza instrumental Inishmore en la que Mark Reale ofrece una lección magistral. Un álbum imprescindible que no debería acabar nunca en el que no hay ni un segundo de relleno y en el que ni siquiera incluyeron una versión, como tanto acostumbraban. Inishmore demuestra una vez más que todas las etapas de Riot son al tiempo diferentes y esenciales. Con la misma formación y equipo de grabación que en la obra maestra Inishmore, Riot aprovecharon el momento para entrar de nuevo al estudio y volver con otro gran disco. On The Wings Of Life, tras la intro de sitar Snake Charmer, incidía en la misma fórmula exitosa que en el álbum precedente. El tema título, Sons Of Society, estaba diseñado para corear en directo mientras que Twist Of Fate no solo es la mejor canción del disco sino una de las grandes imprescindibles en la carrera de Riot. El potente hard rock de Bad Machine estalla en una intensa y emotiva; Cover Me, una clara demostración de que también podían hacer excelentes baladas, aunque no abundaran en su discografía. Y para contrastar; uno de los temas más rápidos del disco: Dragonfire. Hard & heavy con fuerza y gancho se aúnan en The Law y en la intensa Time To Bleed en la que destaca la sección rítmica de Pete Pérez y del extraordinario batería Bobby Jarzombek. Somewhere y Promises cerraban otro buen capítulo de una década triunfal para la banda de Nueva York. Lástima que a partir de Sons Of Society la dinámica del grupo comenzara a sufrir altibajos que iban a repercutir en la primera década del siglo. Sin embargo, la sociedad de Riot con DiMeo todavía daría más frutos. Riot inauguraban el nuevo milenio con Through The Storm, un disco mucho más asentado en el hard rock clásico, dejando un tanto al margen el heavy power metal que sí había estado presente en los cuatro discos anteriores. La entrada del batería Bobby Rondinelli (ex Rainbow) en sustitución de Bobby Jarzombek quizás influyó en esta orientación. La meritoria canción inicial Turn The Tables da pistas de los nuevos cauces por los que fluyen las aguas de los americanos. En el hard melódico también se puede encuadrar la accesible Lost Inside This World y la rítmica Chains (Revolving). Las guitarras de Reale y Flyntz arropaban muy bien a un DiMeo mucho más melódico, como demuestra en el tema homónimo, Through The Storm, o en la intensa balada Let It Show. Recuperan la potencia en dos de los mejores cortes del álbum, Burn The Sun y To My Head. Essential Enemies da paso a la versión del mítico Only You Can Rock Me de Ufo, recuperando la inclusión de covers, una tendencia que habían interrumpido en los dos elepés anteriores. Y para terminar el disco dos temas instrumentales, el primero de Mark Reale (Isle Of Shadows) y el segundo de George Harrison (Here Comes The Sun) rindiendo tributo a una de las debilidades de Mark; The Beatles. Con mucho retraso e incertidumbre sobre el devenir de la banda, Army Of One salió al mercado con Mike DiMeo a la voz, aunque por aquella época Mike Tirelli ya había asumido esa función en la banda. El tema título, Army Of One, devolvía el heavy metal al primer plano después del más suave Through The Storm. Sin embargo, el hard rock melódico retomaba el camino en Knocking At My Door y en Blinded, una de las últimas grandes perlas que dejó la añorada sociedad Reale/DiMeo. La aportación del batería Frank Gilchriest también fue evidente con grandes dosis de energía, como siempre ha hecho su colega Bobby Jarzombek. One More Alibi es el prototipo de canción potente y melódica que tan bien explotaron en la etapa DiMeo mientras It All Falls Down es otro temazo con mayúsculas. La vena más sensible resuena en Helpin’ Hand, todo lo contrario que en The Mystic, donde los ritmos power recuerdan a los discos de Riot de los noventa. El hard rock preciosista regresa con Still Alive, paso a previo a Alive In The City y Shine, donde rebajan el pistón de la intensidad. En el instrumental Stained Mirror Mark Reale adapta el tema de Romeo y Julieta del compositor italiano Nino Rota. Darker Side Of Light cierra Army Of One, sexto y último capítulo de estudio de Riot con Mike DiMeo a la voz, una etapa tan imprescindible como las de Guy Speranza, Rhett Forrester o Tony Moore, le pese a quien le pese. La esperada reunión de la formación que cimentó Thundersteel llegó a finales de la primera década del siglo XXI. Tras unos años de retraso por fin desembarcó en las tiendas a finales de 2011 el esperado disco de estudio: Immortal Soul. Las segundas partes nunca suelen ser buenas, aunque este tópico se hace añicos según suena Riot, un brutal trallazo en la línea Thundersteel que se convierte en la mejor carta de presentación del disco. Still Your Man es otra impresionante demostración de cómo la melodía encaja a la perfección en los ritmos power que tan bien empaca esta formación. El enigmático medio tiempo Crawling rebaja la tensión con un aire oriental y un solo que es puro Blackmore. Wings Are For Angels tiene nuevamente esa esencia Thundersteel con ritmos devastadores, riffs poderosos, un Tony Moore desgañitándose y una orgía de melodía y potencia. Giro radical para pasar a un sobresaliente medio tiempo, Fall Before Me, dedicado al padre de Tony Moore. Casando hard & heavy Sins Of The Father demuestra que este line up también va más allá del speed power metal. La intro instrumental Majestica da paso a Immortal Soul, una extraordinaria pieza de hard rock melódico. Lo mismo se podría aplicar para Insanity, redondeando un excelente álbum con muchos matices dispares. La recta final llega con Whiskey Man, un tema con ecos de los primerísimos Riot, de la época Speranza y con Believe, otro corte potente con un gran estribillo. Echoes es desgraciadamente la última canción del que trágicamente será el último disco de Riot. Apenas un par de meses después del lanzamiento de Immortal Soul, la llama de Mark Reale se apagaría para siempre, y con ella la leyenda que él cimentó. Mark ya estaba bastante enfermo en las grabaciones de este disco, por eso buena parte del peso de las guitarras, y la dirección general recayó en Mike Flyntz. Immortal Soul parecía ser un disco premonitorio, no solo por el título sino porque compendiaba en un solo trabajo buena parte de los estilos que habían seguido Riot a lo largo de 35 años: hard rock, heavy metal, power speed, hard melódico… En definitiva la esencia de una banda inmortal, absolutamente irrepetible. Después del trágico fallecimiento de su líder, Mark Reale, los integrantes restantes de la banda deciden continuar con su legado, con la aprobación del padre de Mark, Tony Reale, y conscientes de que les sería imposible seguir con su nombre clásico sin su líder y fundador, la banda decide cambiar su nombre a Riot V. Desde entonces la banda ha continuado tocando en vivo, honrando el nombre de Mark y su legado en la escena del heavy metal mundial, preparando también un disco llamado Unleash the Fire, previsto para ser lanzado el próximo 27 de agosto.

African Father in America
By Crawling, A Child Learns How To Stand | African Proverbs | AFIAPodcast

African Father in America

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 4, 2023 55:37


Greetings Village! #DailyAfricanProverbs takes us to #Hausa The Proverb says: "By crawling, a child learns how to stand." Taking small steps on the path to success can contribute to your growth. Perseverance is powerful and can make all things possible, no matter how difficult they may seem. Keep learning through experience and never give up no matter your obstacles. Be encouraged to take small successes as stepping stones that will lead you to greater achievements. Join us on #AFIAPodcast to listen to our latest episode at 6 am PST/5 pm EAT Share your thoughts on this proverb in the comments below. SUBSCRIBE to get Daily African Proverbs and their meaning in your life https://rb.gy/jdavpn Book Your Next Adventure: https://onevibeexperience.com/10-day-kenya/#book-now My New Book: Get your copy of Rooted In Love and dive deep into the world of love, and self-discovery. https://store.bookbaby.com/book/rooted-in-love RESOURCES: 1. Descript: Get the perfect production setup with Descript - the audio and video editing experts that make sure your content looks top-notch. https://www.descript.com/?lmref=877QnQ 2. Hostwinds: Get your web hosting sorted with HostWinds – the Webhosting experts that make sure you don't have to worry about your website. https://www.hostwinds.com/12980.html 3. Ecamm: Get the perfect streaming setup with Ecamm Live - the live streaming experts that make sure your show looks polished and professional. https://www.ecamm.com/mac/ecammlive/?fp_ref=simon80 ******************************

Sports Gambling Podcast Network
NFL Week 17 Contest Picks - Bottom Line Bombs (Ep. 18)

Sports Gambling Podcast Network

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 31, 2022 63:23


C.J. Sullivan recaps last week and why he is in fact the Denver Broncos. C.J. then detonates 5 new Bombs for Week 17, including: Miami/NE, Jax/Hou, SF/LVR,  Cle/Was, and Chi/ Det.  Analysis include woke brain protestors, Doug Pederson's tanking trauma, NYE in Vegas, Crawling back to Carson, and Bomb Cyclones.  Plus, a "Man in the Box" segment on "The Whale" and a dramatic tribute to Pelè.  Picks with Bits are for Tobacco use Only! ===================================================== SGPN FREE SURVIVOR POOL - https://play.runyourpool.com/sgpn SGPN Merch Store - https://sg.pn/store Download The Free SGPN App - https://sgpn.app WynnBET - Bet $100 and get a $100 FREE bet! - https://sg.pn/WynnBET Join Sleeper and get a 100% deposit bonus up to $100 - https://sleeper.com/sgp Support for this episode - IPVanish.com/sgp | OddsTrader.com/bluewire   Follow The Sports Gambling Podcast On Social Media Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/gamblingpodcast Instagram - http://www.instagram.com/sportsgamblingpodcast TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@gamblingpodcast Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/sportsgamblingpodcast   Follow The Hosts On Social Media CJ Sullivan - @CJSullivan_ Watch the Sports Gambling Podcast YouTube - https://www.sg.pn/YouTube Twitch - https://www.sg.pn/Twitch   Read & Discuss - Join the conversation Website - https://www.sportsgamblingpodcast.com Discord - https://sg.pn/discord  Reddit - https://www.sg.pn/reddit ===================================================== Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

NFL Gambling Podcast
NFL Week 17 Contest Picks - Bottom Line Bombs (Ep. 18)

NFL Gambling Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 30, 2022 63:23


C.J. Sullivan recaps last week and why he is in fact the Denver Broncos. C.J. then detonates 5 new Bombs for Week 17, including: Miami/NE, Jax/Hou, SF/LVR,  Cle/Was, and Chi/ Det.  Analysis include woke brain protestors, Doug Pederson's tanking trauma, NYE in Vegas, Crawling back to Carson, and Bomb Cyclones.  Plus, a "Man in the Box" segment on "The Whale" and a dramatic tribute to Pelè.  Picks with Bits are for Tobacco use Only! ===================================================== SGPN FREE SURVIVOR POOL - https://play.runyourpool.com/sgpn SGPN Merch Store - https://sg.pn/store Download The Free SGPN App - https://sgpn.app WynnBET - Bet $100 and get a $100 FREE bet! - https://sg.pn/WynnBET Join Sleeper and get a 100% deposit bonus up to $100 - https://sleeper.com/sgp Support for this episode - IPVanish.com/sgp | OddsTrader.com/bluewire   Follow The Sports Gambling Podcast On Social Media Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/gamblingpodcast Instagram - http://www.instagram.com/sportsgamblingpodcast TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@gamblingpodcast Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/sportsgamblingpodcast   Follow The Hosts On Social Media CJ Sullivan - @CJSullivan_ Watch the Sports Gambling Podcast YouTube - https://www.sg.pn/YouTube Twitch - https://www.sg.pn/Twitch   Read & Discuss - Join the conversation Website - https://www.sportsgamblingpodcast.com Discord - https://sg.pn/discord  Reddit - https://www.sg.pn/reddit ===================================================== Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Perfectville - Miami Dolphins
Crawling Through Glass to the Playoffs

Perfectville - Miami Dolphins

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 27, 2022 52:26


On the verge of clinching the playoffs for the past month, The Miami Dolphins continue to defy greatness in preference of mediocrity and despair. Losing to the Packers on Christmas Day continues their traditional December meltdown as they are now losers of four in a row. Somehow, some way, Miami is still in control of their own destiny as they head into the last two weeks of the season, but may have to do so without their QB as Tua Tagovailoa has been placed into concussion protocol again. How does Miami conitnue to find ways to falter? Are people in danger of losing their jobs? Sam and Chris discuss all this Miami on this derpessing trip to Perfectville. Part of the BLEAV Network and presented by BetOnline.AG

Steamy Stories Podcast
Christmas Passions: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022


Christmas Passions: Part 1Driving Into the Driving Snow!By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The snow was falling so heavily that it had become almost hypnotic. Coupled with the rapid, monotonous beat of the windscreen wipers which were fighting a losing battle to maintain visibility, Emily was impressed she was managing to make any progress at all. Several miles previously, she'd been forced to leave the busy A road she normally travelled along when visiting her parents, due to a multi-car accident. From the number of blue flashing lights reflecting across the snowy surfaces at the scene, it had looked pretty serious, suggesting there was little chance of the route being cleared for several hours.Emily had therefore taken the bold yet questionable decision of driving along the little-used, untreated back roads, in an attempt to keep moving. Being relatively near to her final destination in the heart of West Sussex, and having grown up in the vicinity, it was a route she knew well. This was a blessing given that the thick, swirling snow was now settling with a vengeance. Under the white blanket, the exact positioning of the road surface became increasingly blurred, forcing a confused Emily to rely heavily upon local landmarks. Hedgerows and tunnels of trees, now devoid of their thick summer foliage, became invaluable to assist her slow progress, under such difficult circumstances as these.Crawling forwards, occasionally sliding on the slick surfaces, she passed a series of abandoned vehicles and felt her stomach roll with nervous apprehension. One of them looked suspiciously like a Ferrari and she felt a flash of pride that her own bog-standard car was managing to outperform the expensive hot hatch. Yet, with another seven miles still left to travel and the snow falling more heavily with every passing minute, much like the weather surrounding her, her chances of success were looking increasingly bleak. Gulping down fast, shallow breaths, she continued resolutely onwards, her cold, clammy hands providing a stark contrast to the hot, red flush radiating from her face and neck. It was physiological evidence, if any were seriously required, that driving in such poor weather conditions could be incredibly stressful.Edging her way onwards, Emily found her mind starting to wander towards her family and the festive celebrations they had planned over the next few days. Somehow, Christmas always made her feel lonelier than at any other time of year, despite having her nearest and dearest present. Her favorite Christmas song proclaimed it was hard to be alone at this time of year, and never had that sentiment been truer. The knowledge that everybody would be coupled up in their happy pairings; her parents, her brother John with his wife, her sister Jane and husband Dan. Even the dog and cat were known to annually suspend hostilities and naturally migrate together beside the open fire, although theirs was always destined to be a rocky partnership. Emily stood out as the only singleton in a mass of happy couples. And it was so not cool for a woman in her mid-thirties to be jealous of the cat.Her melancholy wasn't helped by memories of what had taken place exactly three years ago, to the day. Her long-term boyfriend, in his great wisdom, had chosen Christmas Eve as the most appropriate time to make his big announcement. He no longer loved her and hadn't done for some time, apparently. And that, as they say, was that. For the days and nights that had followed, Emily had played the song, ‘A Winter's Tale', almost obsessively on repeat. It seemed to so completely describe the wretched situation she found herself in. His thoughtless actions had even managed to tinge her favorite Christmas song with a dash of unbearable sadness, and that was unforgiveable.A heartbroken Emily subsequently discovered that, with indecent haste, he had become engaged to an ex-girlfriend. Before anyone could say “shotgun wedding”, they were married and excitedly preparing to welcome their first child into the world. Although each new snippet of information hurt slightly less than the last, the news had still subjected her to actual physical pain, further hampering the recovery of her injured heart.Despite it being a cliché though, time really was proving to be a great healer. Indeed, deep down, Emily could now accept that they would never have been compatible in the long term. Even while they were still together, she'd always experienced a nagging doubt, even though her brain worked strenuously to suppress it at the time. Looking back, she remembered wondering whether it was really her that he wanted, or did he just want someone. Certainly, the speed at which he could drop one girlfriend and obtain a replacement, suggested the latter scenario, and only added weight to her theory. These days, she no longer wanted him back. Indeed, with distance, she'd come to recognise that he had been insensitive and emotionally weak. But although his spell over her was broken, the curse he'd cast over Christmas remained firmly in place.Making her way carefully around another abandoned car, Emily fought off the melancholy she always felt when her unwelcome ex appeared in her thoughts. In the past year, she had put a limited amount of effort into meeting someone new, in the hope of finding love again. But was she really cut out for a life of dating apps? Swiping left or right and being asked a barrage of personal, often intimate questions, whilst trying to fend off dick pics and unsolicited instant messages, were so not her idea of a good time. Wasn't there just somebody kind, sexy and decent out there?Negotiating around a sharp corner, her skin crawled in memory of a recent date she'd had with a guy, following a brief conversation online. It had quickly become apparent from the outset that theirs would never be a harmonious coupling. Emily was searching for romance, connection, belonging and, dare she even admit it these days, love. It swiftly became blatantly clear that he was looking for a one off, no strings attached, fuck fest. Needless to say, that night he'd gone home disappointed. Despite being fed up with her single status, Emily struggled to believe that advertising yourself on the internet like some second-hand car was the way forward. She'd recently shared her thoughts with her sister who, in her infinite wisdom, had tried to console her.‘You'll know when you find the one,' her sister had advised, gushing with positivity. 'And it will happen, I promise.' Easy for her to spew out such platitudes, Emily had noted at the time. With a glorious husband, two apparently perfect children and a Labrador in tow, she was the epitome of contentment. Besides, Emily wasn't willing to just settle into another relationship now. Next time, she wanted something extraordinary, or nothing at all. She'd reached a time in her life where she wasn't willing to mess about any longer.'Oh fuck!' she cried out, as her car suddenly started to slide out of control. Emily quickly discovered that cruising sideways down a steep incline provided a very effective distraction from chronic wistfulness. Never able to remember whether you should turn your wheels into a skid, or out of it, she tried both options with minimal consequence, whilst her foot pressed down hard on the brake pedal. Trapped in a metal box, skidding towards a very solid-looking, highly inconveniently placed line of trees, Emily squealed. Her eyes automatically snapped shut, preparing for the inevitable impact and subsequent pain.She'd heard of people's lives flashing before their eyes, upon finding themselves in a near-death experience. Of course she had. What she hadn't banked on was for her mind to take it upon itself to come up with such a random, eclectic and downright weird selection of memories. The images started off sensibly enough; her parents with their arms wrapped around each other, laughing. The epitome of the loving relationship which Emily herself secretly strived to achieve. The movie reel quickly cut to a goldfish which she had won as an eight-year old at the local fair, repetitively circling in its plastic bag. Next, a disco she'd attended, where her older sister had kissed a boy she'd had a secret crush on as a teen. Finally, she was doing her university finals, watching the dust float languidly in the hot, sunlit air above her small, wooden desk. Silently, she observed the names of students, stretching back over previous decades, deeply carved into the grainy surface. And then, nothing but darkness.'That's it?' thought Emily, feeling ridiculously short-changed, just before her car came to an ultimate and untimely stop. That bizarre and outrageously uninspiring set of memories was the best her brain could come up with, when faced with the threat of potential death? Seconds later, accompanied by an explosive bang that ricocheted painfully through her skull, her car became intimately acquainted with an Oak tree as the engine cut out. For a few silent seconds, she remained hunched over, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, both unable and unwilling to open her eyes. Every muscle in her body was tightly constricted, while her pulse beat off the charts.As she clenched and relaxed each of her limbs individually in turn, Emily was relieved not to feel any immediate injury. Perhaps, she considered, the memories your brain selects are dependent upon the severity of the situation in which you find yourself? One thing was for sure, though. She needed to get out more and give her brain some higher quality fodder, should the worst ever happen again. Life was short; she seriously needed to start living it. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, Emily found the necessary courage to open her eyes.'Shit,' she groaned, taking in the alarming sight before her. A brief glance down confirmed no obvious injuries to her own body, but her car hadn't been so lucky. Rough, snow-covered bark belonging to the aforementioned Oak tree, loomed large in the driver's side window, just inches from her face. Meanwhile, the crumpled car bonnet and cracked windscreen bore evidence of the brunt of the impact. Emily gazed forwards into the middle distance, observing the isolation and complete lack of nearby houses. She couldn't help but wonder what on earth she should do next. Unexpectedly, a movement in the side mirror attracted her attention. Before she knew what was happening, the passenger-side door was wrenched open and a large, masked man leapt into the seat beside her, accompanied by a frigid blast of arctic air and an eruption of snowflakes.'Don't move!' he demanded, closing the door behind himself. Emily tried to scream, but an absence of sound escaped from her throat. Instead, just a weak 'ree' glided pathetically through the air, at a pitch not dissimilar to that of a whistling kettle. With an effort that abysmal, realised Emily, the only creatures whose attention she was likely to attract were bats, or perhaps a Blue Whale, under very different environmental circumstances.In terror, she slowly turned to face him. He was dressed entirely in black, with the exception of a thin layer of snow which had collected across his broad shoulders. A hood was secured tightly around his head whilst a scarf covered most of his face. As a result, only the darkest pair of eyes that Emily had ever seen, remained on display.'My money's in the glove compartment,' she squeaked, nodding almost imperceptibly towards his knees.'That's good to know, I guess,' he replied, and despite her distress, Emily identified a hint of amusement in his tone. Oh God, was she dealing with a complete psychopath?'But right now,' he continued. 'I'm concerned you might have whiplash, so don't move.''You're, you're here to help me?' she stumbled. 'Not to steal from me?''Steal from you?' he chuckled. 'Who do you think I am? Dick Turpin? The most infamous of all the highwaymen, ' Emily felt very foolish.'Well, I'm pretty confident I don't have whiplash, thank you,' she replied, her good manners and upbringing forcing her to be polite to this stranger, who had appeared uninvited in her car, scared her half to death and now seemed to be laughing at her. 'I might be at risk of an early onset heart attack though,' she added pointedly.'I'm sorry,' he murmured. 'But you ought to be congratulated. That was one hell of an impressive slide!''Yeah, right up to the moment of impact,' she agreed dryly. 'I didn't see you.''Well, when you passed me, you did have your eyes closed,' he said teasingly. 'Plus, I took cover when I saw what was happening. You can let go of the steering wheel now, by the way.'Emily looked down to find her hands were still clamped tightly around it. Concentrating hard, she carefully released each of her fingers from their fraught grip before stretching her quivering hands out flat and placing them purposefully into her lap.'My poor car,' she sighed, gently shaking her head.'Ultimately, it's only a car,' the man pointed out. 'You're okay. That's what matters.''I guess,' she agreed, breathing out a long, shaky sigh.'Do you need to telephone anyone?' he asked kindly, recognising her clearly delicate emotional state.'Maybe I should,' Emily agreed, grappling in her coat pocket for her mobile phone. After hitting a few buttons, she dropped the device onto the dashboard.'No signal?' he asked.'No battery,' she replied slightly sheepishly. 'I'm not the world's most prepared traveller, even when extreme weather warnings have been issued for days in advance.''Here,' he said softly. Unzipping one of his coat pockets, he pulled out an iPhone, unlocked it and handed it across. 'Feel free to use mine.' Emily gazed down at the phone, surprised to be confronted with the screensaver image of a pirate, the man who was sitting next to her, she imagined, but it was impossible to tell. He wore the requisite eye patch, bandana, huge fake bushy beard and a lopsided toy parrot perched on his shoulder. Climbing all over him, while grinning inanely, were two young children.'You?' she smiled.'For my sins,' he nodded.'Thanks, but I won't,' Emily grimaced, handing the device back to its owner. 'Not until I'm safe. I wouldn't want my family to worry, or worse still, try and drive out in this crazy weather to rescue me.''You're safe right now,' he said meaningfully. Something in his tone made Emily look up at him properly for the first time and in that brief moment, their eyes locked. With her stomach suddenly shifting into free-fall, she inhaled sharply, immediately retracting her gaze as though she'd been electrocuted.'You could call for a rescue service but I've already tried that for my car,' he explained. 'Unsurprisingly, they're inundated and prioritising emergencies, which thankfully we are not.''Your car broke down too?' queried Emily.'Yeah,' he admitted with a nod, and this time Emily was confident of hearing amusement in his deep voice. 'Though in a far less spectacular fashion than yourself. In comparison to you, I would describe myself as an amateur, at best.''Where were you heading?' she smiled.'Barlavington estate. Family Christmas, you know?' Emily sighed inwardly with pleasure. He had such a lovely strong voice, full of expression and tone; like a comforting tune that she'd once known, but long forgotten. He sounded reassuringly familiar. It was a shame she could make out so little of the rest of him, dressed up for blizzard conditions as he was. The only thing she knew for sure was that he was certainly tall. His build was much more difficult to decipher, given all the layers of clothing he was wearing. And unless he started unwrapping the various scarves from around his face, she had no idea what he looked like either. 'You?' he prompted, breaking her daydream.'Me? Oh, um, I'm heading to Sutton for the same reason,' she replied. 'So just the next village along from you. I normally stick to the main road, but there was an accident.''Yeah, me too,' he explained. 'I thought I'd take my chances with the back roads.''And how's that working out for you?' grinned Emily, starting to see the humour in their situation.'Surprisingly well,' he admitted. Unsure exactly what he meant by that, Emily found herself temporarily silenced. 'Well,' he continued. 'As much as I'm enjoying myself, we can't stay here chatting much longer. It'll be dark shortly and my aunt's house is still a couple of miles away on foot. But at least it's somewhere warm to spend the night, before trying to finish the journey tomorrow.''Sounds like you're all sorted,' said Emily, feeling deflated. She had no idea what her next step should be. 'Thank you very much for checking I was okay. It was nice to meet you.''So you don't want to join me then?' he asked in a teasing tone. 'You're not up for a short hike?''Join you? Wouldn't your aunt mind?' she replied, her pulse ramping up a notch, accompanied by more than a frisson of excitement.'No, the more the merrier, as far as she's always concerned,' he explained. 'Have you got any outdoor gear?''Yes, in the back of the car.' He clearly didn't consider her current clothing was appropriate for bleak midwinter and, begrudgingly, she knew he was right. Unfastening her seatbelt with still shaking fingers, she gasped as he placed one of his gloved hands on hers.'No, you stay there,' he instructed. 'I'm already dressed for this crazy weather.' A freezing blast of air entered the car as he darted back outside. As the door closed once more, all that remained of his presence was a faint whiff of delicious smelling aftershave and a melted puddle of snow on the floor.Emily chanced a quick glance at herself in the rear view mirror and instantly regretted doing so; she wasn't looking her best. Although her bright blue eyes sparkled, they were surrounded by an unsurprisingly flushed and blotchy face. Briefly, Emily ran her fingers through her long blonde hair before giving it up as a bad job; she was clearly fighting a losing battle. Moments later, her white knight re-appeared, accompanied by walking boots and an assortment of thick, waterproof coats, hats, scarves and gloves.'Hey! What are you talking about?' he exclaimed, dumping the collection unceremoniously on his vacant seat. 'You're a highly prepared traveller. You've got clothing for every possible seasonal eventuality back there!''It's very kind of you to assume I'm organised,' explained Emily, feeling a little foolish. 'But it's actually just extreme laziness; I basically use my car to store all of my outdoor clothes.''Right,' he chuckled. 'Well, I'll leave you to get changed. Oh, do you have an overnight bag, by the way? I couldn't see one.' Emily nodded towards a small rucksack on the back seat. Having kicked off her flat shoes, she was struggling to pull a walking boot on; not an easy task in the presence of a steering wheel. 'Seriously?' he exclaimed. 'That's it?''Yeah, that's it,' she confirmed. 'I dropped all my family's gifts off the other week, so I just needed a couple of changes of clothes and some toiletries.''Wow, well, I'll stick your bag into my rucksack to save you carrying it, if you like?''Thank you, that's really kind.''No problem,' he replied, grabbing her bag before doffing an imaginary cap. 'Oh, and don't forget your purse is in the glove compartment, seeing as I never claimed it for my own,' he laughed, closing the door once more.Emily spent the next couple of minutes fighting her way into her outdoor clothing, whilst occasionally glancing through the window to keep track of her masked companion. Unable to open the driver's door, due to the up close and personal presence of an Oak tree, she struggled across the centre console and exited via the passenger side. Immediately, a blast of biting wind cut around her exposed face, thanks to the snow being blown almost diagonally across the white landscape. A shudder of goosebumps passed across her shoulders and she hoped they wouldn't have to be out in such unforgiving conditions for too long. Stowing his phone in a side pocket, the man moved swiftly across to Emily and closed the door behind her. He then held out his hand in an unexpectedly formal way.'Sam Whitehall,' he announced through the layers of scarf which still covered his face.'Emily Jones,' she replied, grasping his gloved hand with a grin whilst trying to prevent her teeth from chattering. Now she could see why he was so well wrapped up and quickly pulled her own scarf tightly around her head. It was beyond cold.'Lovely to meet you, Emily,' he replied. 'Sorry not to have encountered you in more salubrious circumstances. Shall we get going?''Are you sure about this? You don't even know me.''I know enough,' he confirmed. 'More to the point, you don't know me. I could be a mad axe murderer.''Where are your axes then,' laughed Emily, turning to lock the door of her car, surprised when the central locking system still worked, despite the damage.'Damn,' he chuckled, lifting his rucksack onto his back in preparation. 'I must have left them at home.''If axe murdering is your profession, then you're clearly not very good at it,' she concluded. 'So I'll take my chances.''It doesn't pay to be too confident,' he teased and Emily could see laughter lines crinkling at the edges of his eyes. 'After you,' he added, holding out his arm in the direction they needed to travel.'Uh oh. That's exactly what an axe murderer would say,' observed Emily dryly. She was rewarded by hearing his deep, infectious laugh.They started to trudge forward through the treacherous weather. A satisfying crunch accompanied each step underfoot as the snow continued to swirl around them making visibility increasingly difficult. To make matters worse, Emily found it was also difficult to hear very well. Her ears were encompassed under numerous woollen layers, from her attempts to block out the cold and the constant wind didn't help much either.'Are you absolutely sure your aunt won't mind me turning up too?' she asked in a raised voice.'Positive,' he bellowed back. 'I texted ahead. It's all fine. She's preparing the sleeping arrangements as we speak.''I'm impressed,' she replied. 'Your aunt must be pretty technologically savvy compared to my mum!' That was an understatement. Although her parents shared a Smartphone, the bulk of its functionality remained a mystery to them. Suggesting they log onto the Facebook app would receive an identical response to asking them to reprogramme the Hubble Space Telescope. As a result, the chances of them being aware of an incoming text, let alone replying to it, were exceptionally slim indeed. And that assumed that their phone was switched on in the first place, which it very rarely was. An inability to charge electrical devices was obviously a family failing, inherited through the generations.'My aunt has always been a very social being,' Sam explained, over the wind and weather. 'And as the modern world enhances her potential to be even more social, she made a conscious decision to embrace technology.''And will there be enough room in her house for me?' queried Emily.'Definitely,' he replied, apparently amused.'Does she live alone?''She's no longer married,' he explained. 'But she's got a housekeeper so fortunately she's rarely alone. She's a real people person. Seems to spend half of her time throwing parties and the other half planning them. Christmas Eve is always the biggest though, so you've chosen exceptionally well. Good job!''She's having a party? Tonight? Oh, I couldn't possibly impose on her then. It wouldn't be fair.''Nonsense,' chuckled Sam. 'She's already told me in no uncertain terms that she can't wait to meet you. She'll be delighted. And I was attending anyway, although my family won't be able to make it now because of this weather. Perhaps you can be my plus one?' he suggested, swinging around to face her, whilst continuing to walk backwards.'Okay,' agreed Emily as the look in his eyes caused her stomach to unexpectedly jolt.After that, they progressed for some time in silence, heads bowed down against the driving wind, with gloved hands thrust deep inside their pockets. As they entered a neighbouring village, Sam led them towards the cricket pavilion. In the summer, this was a quintessential English village, with a shop, pub, duck pond, children's play area and cricket pitch. Right now though, it was a barren, white wasteland; any objects daring to rise out of the ground had been blasted with a vertical plastering of sticky snow. Emily observed how the snow was always driven up the same exterior-facing surface, allowing her to identify the predominant wind direction, northerly, she assumed, given the glacial temperatures.Under the protection of the cricket pavilion porch, Sam shrugged off his rucksack, pulled out a bottle of water and handed it across to Emily. She accepted it gratefully, gulping down the liquid, surprised at how thirsty she'd become.'How are you doing?' he asked kindly.'Cold but otherwise surprisingly well,' she replied brightly, returning the bottle with thanks. Sam pulled the scarf slightly away from his mouth, revealing a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath. As he drained the remainder of Emily's bottle of water, she caught sight of his straight, white teeth, dark stubbled face and full, soft lips. Despite the plummeting temperatures, she felt a streak of extreme warmth pass straight through her body. Averting her eyes, to prevent her expression being read, a blushing Emily concentrated hard on her walking boots whilst scrunching up her numb toes within.'Here,' he said, forcing Emily to look back up again, as he snapped a chocolate bar in two and passed half across to her. As they were both wearing thick, bulky gloves, the transfer of such a small item proved awkward to achieve but, with some chuckling at their incredible incompetence, they eventually succeeded. 'I promise that we'll soon have you somewhere safe and warm. There's nothing at all for you to worry about.'Nodding with gratitude, Emily placed a square of the chocolate covered caramel into her mouth. As the ice cold morsel began to melt luxuriously across her tongue, she couldn't remember ever tasting anything so sublime.'Um,' she murmured, eyes closed in bliss. 'Thank you. That is so good.''You're more than welcome,' he replied, his mouth twitching into a brief smile. 'Are you happy to take a short-cut through the forest? It should reduce our journey time by about twenty minutes.''Of course,' grinned Emily, stamping her feet to maintain circulation. 'I trust you.''And therein lies your first mistake,' he jokingly replied.To be continued in Part 2By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

Steamy Stories
Christmas Passions: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 22, 2022


Christmas Passions: Part 1Driving Into the Driving Snow!By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The snow was falling so heavily that it had become almost hypnotic. Coupled with the rapid, monotonous beat of the windscreen wipers which were fighting a losing battle to maintain visibility, Emily was impressed she was managing to make any progress at all. Several miles previously, she'd been forced to leave the busy A road she normally travelled along when visiting her parents, due to a multi-car accident. From the number of blue flashing lights reflecting across the snowy surfaces at the scene, it had looked pretty serious, suggesting there was little chance of the route being cleared for several hours.Emily had therefore taken the bold yet questionable decision of driving along the little-used, untreated back roads, in an attempt to keep moving. Being relatively near to her final destination in the heart of West Sussex, and having grown up in the vicinity, it was a route she knew well. This was a blessing given that the thick, swirling snow was now settling with a vengeance. Under the white blanket, the exact positioning of the road surface became increasingly blurred, forcing a confused Emily to rely heavily upon local landmarks. Hedgerows and tunnels of trees, now devoid of their thick summer foliage, became invaluable to assist her slow progress, under such difficult circumstances as these.Crawling forwards, occasionally sliding on the slick surfaces, she passed a series of abandoned vehicles and felt her stomach roll with nervous apprehension. One of them looked suspiciously like a Ferrari and she felt a flash of pride that her own bog-standard car was managing to outperform the expensive hot hatch. Yet, with another seven miles still left to travel and the snow falling more heavily with every passing minute, much like the weather surrounding her, her chances of success were looking increasingly bleak. Gulping down fast, shallow breaths, she continued resolutely onwards, her cold, clammy hands providing a stark contrast to the hot, red flush radiating from her face and neck. It was physiological evidence, if any were seriously required, that driving in such poor weather conditions could be incredibly stressful.Edging her way onwards, Emily found her mind starting to wander towards her family and the festive celebrations they had planned over the next few days. Somehow, Christmas always made her feel lonelier than at any other time of year, despite having her nearest and dearest present. Her favorite Christmas song proclaimed it was hard to be alone at this time of year, and never had that sentiment been truer. The knowledge that everybody would be coupled up in their happy pairings; her parents, her brother John with his wife, her sister Jane and husband Dan. Even the dog and cat were known to annually suspend hostilities and naturally migrate together beside the open fire, although theirs was always destined to be a rocky partnership. Emily stood out as the only singleton in a mass of happy couples. And it was so not cool for a woman in her mid-thirties to be jealous of the cat.Her melancholy wasn't helped by memories of what had taken place exactly three years ago, to the day. Her long-term boyfriend, in his great wisdom, had chosen Christmas Eve as the most appropriate time to make his big announcement. He no longer loved her and hadn't done for some time, apparently. And that, as they say, was that. For the days and nights that had followed, Emily had played the song, ‘A Winter's Tale', almost obsessively on repeat. It seemed to so completely describe the wretched situation she found herself in. His thoughtless actions had even managed to tinge her favorite Christmas song with a dash of unbearable sadness, and that was unforgiveable.A heartbroken Emily subsequently discovered that, with indecent haste, he had become engaged to an ex-girlfriend. Before anyone could say “shotgun wedding”, they were married and excitedly preparing to welcome their first child into the world. Although each new snippet of information hurt slightly less than the last, the news had still subjected her to actual physical pain, further hampering the recovery of her injured heart.Despite it being a cliché though, time really was proving to be a great healer. Indeed, deep down, Emily could now accept that they would never have been compatible in the long term. Even while they were still together, she'd always experienced a nagging doubt, even though her brain worked strenuously to suppress it at the time. Looking back, she remembered wondering whether it was really her that he wanted, or did he just want someone. Certainly, the speed at which he could drop one girlfriend and obtain a replacement, suggested the latter scenario, and only added weight to her theory. These days, she no longer wanted him back. Indeed, with distance, she'd come to recognise that he had been insensitive and emotionally weak. But although his spell over her was broken, the curse he'd cast over Christmas remained firmly in place.Making her way carefully around another abandoned car, Emily fought off the melancholy she always felt when her unwelcome ex appeared in her thoughts. In the past year, she had put a limited amount of effort into meeting someone new, in the hope of finding love again. But was she really cut out for a life of dating apps? Swiping left or right and being asked a barrage of personal, often intimate questions, whilst trying to fend off dick pics and unsolicited instant messages, were so not her idea of a good time. Wasn't there just somebody kind, sexy and decent out there?Negotiating around a sharp corner, her skin crawled in memory of a recent date she'd had with a guy, following a brief conversation online. It had quickly become apparent from the outset that theirs would never be a harmonious coupling. Emily was searching for romance, connection, belonging and, dare she even admit it these days, love. It swiftly became blatantly clear that he was looking for a one off, no strings attached, fuck fest. Needless to say, that night he'd gone home disappointed. Despite being fed up with her single status, Emily struggled to believe that advertising yourself on the internet like some second-hand car was the way forward. She'd recently shared her thoughts with her sister who, in her infinite wisdom, had tried to console her.‘You'll know when you find the one,' her sister had advised, gushing with positivity. 'And it will happen, I promise.' Easy for her to spew out such platitudes, Emily had noted at the time. With a glorious husband, two apparently perfect children and a Labrador in tow, she was the epitome of contentment. Besides, Emily wasn't willing to just settle into another relationship now. Next time, she wanted something extraordinary, or nothing at all. She'd reached a time in her life where she wasn't willing to mess about any longer.'Oh fuck!' she cried out, as her car suddenly started to slide out of control. Emily quickly discovered that cruising sideways down a steep incline provided a very effective distraction from chronic wistfulness. Never able to remember whether you should turn your wheels into a skid, or out of it, she tried both options with minimal consequence, whilst her foot pressed down hard on the brake pedal. Trapped in a metal box, skidding towards a very solid-looking, highly inconveniently placed line of trees, Emily squealed. Her eyes automatically snapped shut, preparing for the inevitable impact and subsequent pain.She'd heard of people's lives flashing before their eyes, upon finding themselves in a near-death experience. Of course she had. What she hadn't banked on was for her mind to take it upon itself to come up with such a random, eclectic and downright weird selection of memories. The images started off sensibly enough; her parents with their arms wrapped around each other, laughing. The epitome of the loving relationship which Emily herself secretly strived to achieve. The movie reel quickly cut to a goldfish which she had won as an eight-year old at the local fair, repetitively circling in its plastic bag. Next, a disco she'd attended, where her older sister had kissed a boy she'd had a secret crush on as a teen. Finally, she was doing her university finals, watching the dust float languidly in the hot, sunlit air above her small, wooden desk. Silently, she observed the names of students, stretching back over previous decades, deeply carved into the grainy surface. And then, nothing but darkness.'That's it?' thought Emily, feeling ridiculously short-changed, just before her car came to an ultimate and untimely stop. That bizarre and outrageously uninspiring set of memories was the best her brain could come up with, when faced with the threat of potential death? Seconds later, accompanied by an explosive bang that ricocheted painfully through her skull, her car became intimately acquainted with an Oak tree as the engine cut out. For a few silent seconds, she remained hunched over, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, both unable and unwilling to open her eyes. Every muscle in her body was tightly constricted, while her pulse beat off the charts.As she clenched and relaxed each of her limbs individually in turn, Emily was relieved not to feel any immediate injury. Perhaps, she considered, the memories your brain selects are dependent upon the severity of the situation in which you find yourself? One thing was for sure, though. She needed to get out more and give her brain some higher quality fodder, should the worst ever happen again. Life was short; she seriously needed to start living it. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, Emily found the necessary courage to open her eyes.'Shit,' she groaned, taking in the alarming sight before her. A brief glance down confirmed no obvious injuries to her own body, but her car hadn't been so lucky. Rough, snow-covered bark belonging to the aforementioned Oak tree, loomed large in the driver's side window, just inches from her face. Meanwhile, the crumpled car bonnet and cracked windscreen bore evidence of the brunt of the impact. Emily gazed forwards into the middle distance, observing the isolation and complete lack of nearby houses. She couldn't help but wonder what on earth she should do next. Unexpectedly, a movement in the side mirror attracted her attention. Before she knew what was happening, the passenger-side door was wrenched open and a large, masked man leapt into the seat beside her, accompanied by a frigid blast of arctic air and an eruption of snowflakes.'Don't move!' he demanded, closing the door behind himself. Emily tried to scream, but an absence of sound escaped from her throat. Instead, just a weak 'ree' glided pathetically through the air, at a pitch not dissimilar to that of a whistling kettle. With an effort that abysmal, realised Emily, the only creatures whose attention she was likely to attract were bats, or perhaps a Blue Whale, under very different environmental circumstances.In terror, she slowly turned to face him. He was dressed entirely in black, with the exception of a thin layer of snow which had collected across his broad shoulders. A hood was secured tightly around his head whilst a scarf covered most of his face. As a result, only the darkest pair of eyes that Emily had ever seen, remained on display.'My money's in the glove compartment,' she squeaked, nodding almost imperceptibly towards his knees.'That's good to know, I guess,' he replied, and despite her distress, Emily identified a hint of amusement in his tone. Oh God, was she dealing with a complete psychopath?'But right now,' he continued. 'I'm concerned you might have whiplash, so don't move.''You're, you're here to help me?' she stumbled. 'Not to steal from me?''Steal from you?' he chuckled. 'Who do you think I am? Dick Turpin? The most infamous of all the highwaymen, ' Emily felt very foolish.'Well, I'm pretty confident I don't have whiplash, thank you,' she replied, her good manners and upbringing forcing her to be polite to this stranger, who had appeared uninvited in her car, scared her half to death and now seemed to be laughing at her. 'I might be at risk of an early onset heart attack though,' she added pointedly.'I'm sorry,' he murmured. 'But you ought to be congratulated. That was one hell of an impressive slide!''Yeah, right up to the moment of impact,' she agreed dryly. 'I didn't see you.''Well, when you passed me, you did have your eyes closed,' he said teasingly. 'Plus, I took cover when I saw what was happening. You can let go of the steering wheel now, by the way.'Emily looked down to find her hands were still clamped tightly around it. Concentrating hard, she carefully released each of her fingers from their fraught grip before stretching her quivering hands out flat and placing them purposefully into her lap.'My poor car,' she sighed, gently shaking her head.'Ultimately, it's only a car,' the man pointed out. 'You're okay. That's what matters.''I guess,' she agreed, breathing out a long, shaky sigh.'Do you need to telephone anyone?' he asked kindly, recognising her clearly delicate emotional state.'Maybe I should,' Emily agreed, grappling in her coat pocket for her mobile phone. After hitting a few buttons, she dropped the device onto the dashboard.'No signal?' he asked.'No battery,' she replied slightly sheepishly. 'I'm not the world's most prepared traveller, even when extreme weather warnings have been issued for days in advance.''Here,' he said softly. Unzipping one of his coat pockets, he pulled out an iPhone, unlocked it and handed it across. 'Feel free to use mine.' Emily gazed down at the phone, surprised to be confronted with the screensaver image of a pirate, the man who was sitting next to her, she imagined, but it was impossible to tell. He wore the requisite eye patch, bandana, huge fake bushy beard and a lopsided toy parrot perched on his shoulder. Climbing all over him, while grinning inanely, were two young children.'You?' she smiled.'For my sins,' he nodded.'Thanks, but I won't,' Emily grimaced, handing the device back to its owner. 'Not until I'm safe. I wouldn't want my family to worry, or worse still, try and drive out in this crazy weather to rescue me.''You're safe right now,' he said meaningfully. Something in his tone made Emily look up at him properly for the first time and in that brief moment, their eyes locked. With her stomach suddenly shifting into free-fall, she inhaled sharply, immediately retracting her gaze as though she'd been electrocuted.'You could call for a rescue service but I've already tried that for my car,' he explained. 'Unsurprisingly, they're inundated and prioritising emergencies, which thankfully we are not.''Your car broke down too?' queried Emily.'Yeah,' he admitted with a nod, and this time Emily was confident of hearing amusement in his deep voice. 'Though in a far less spectacular fashion than yourself. In comparison to you, I would describe myself as an amateur, at best.''Where were you heading?' she smiled.'Barlavington estate. Family Christmas, you know?' Emily sighed inwardly with pleasure. He had such a lovely strong voice, full of expression and tone; like a comforting tune that she'd once known, but long forgotten. He sounded reassuringly familiar. It was a shame she could make out so little of the rest of him, dressed up for blizzard conditions as he was. The only thing she knew for sure was that he was certainly tall. His build was much more difficult to decipher, given all the layers of clothing he was wearing. And unless he started unwrapping the various scarves from around his face, she had no idea what he looked like either. 'You?' he prompted, breaking her daydream.'Me? Oh, um, I'm heading to Sutton for the same reason,' she replied. 'So just the next village along from you. I normally stick to the main road, but there was an accident.''Yeah, me too,' he explained. 'I thought I'd take my chances with the back roads.''And how's that working out for you?' grinned Emily, starting to see the humour in their situation.'Surprisingly well,' he admitted. Unsure exactly what he meant by that, Emily found herself temporarily silenced. 'Well,' he continued. 'As much as I'm enjoying myself, we can't stay here chatting much longer. It'll be dark shortly and my aunt's house is still a couple of miles away on foot. But at least it's somewhere warm to spend the night, before trying to finish the journey tomorrow.''Sounds like you're all sorted,' said Emily, feeling deflated. She had no idea what her next step should be. 'Thank you very much for checking I was okay. It was nice to meet you.''So you don't want to join me then?' he asked in a teasing tone. 'You're not up for a short hike?''Join you? Wouldn't your aunt mind?' she replied, her pulse ramping up a notch, accompanied by more than a frisson of excitement.'No, the more the merrier, as far as she's always concerned,' he explained. 'Have you got any outdoor gear?''Yes, in the back of the car.' He clearly didn't consider her current clothing was appropriate for bleak midwinter and, begrudgingly, she knew he was right. Unfastening her seatbelt with still shaking fingers, she gasped as he placed one of his gloved hands on hers.'No, you stay there,' he instructed. 'I'm already dressed for this crazy weather.' A freezing blast of air entered the car as he darted back outside. As the door closed once more, all that remained of his presence was a faint whiff of delicious smelling aftershave and a melted puddle of snow on the floor.Emily chanced a quick glance at herself in the rear view mirror and instantly regretted doing so; she wasn't looking her best. Although her bright blue eyes sparkled, they were surrounded by an unsurprisingly flushed and blotchy face. Briefly, Emily ran her fingers through her long blonde hair before giving it up as a bad job; she was clearly fighting a losing battle. Moments later, her white knight re-appeared, accompanied by walking boots and an assortment of thick, waterproof coats, hats, scarves and gloves.'Hey! What are you talking about?' he exclaimed, dumping the collection unceremoniously on his vacant seat. 'You're a highly prepared traveller. You've got clothing for every possible seasonal eventuality back there!''It's very kind of you to assume I'm organised,' explained Emily, feeling a little foolish. 'But it's actually just extreme laziness; I basically use my car to store all of my outdoor clothes.''Right,' he chuckled. 'Well, I'll leave you to get changed. Oh, do you have an overnight bag, by the way? I couldn't see one.' Emily nodded towards a small rucksack on the back seat. Having kicked off her flat shoes, she was struggling to pull a walking boot on; not an easy task in the presence of a steering wheel. 'Seriously?' he exclaimed. 'That's it?''Yeah, that's it,' she confirmed. 'I dropped all my family's gifts off the other week, so I just needed a couple of changes of clothes and some toiletries.''Wow, well, I'll stick your bag into my rucksack to save you carrying it, if you like?''Thank you, that's really kind.''No problem,' he replied, grabbing her bag before doffing an imaginary cap. 'Oh, and don't forget your purse is in the glove compartment, seeing as I never claimed it for my own,' he laughed, closing the door once more.Emily spent the next couple of minutes fighting her way into her outdoor clothing, whilst occasionally glancing through the window to keep track of her masked companion. Unable to open the driver's door, due to the up close and personal presence of an Oak tree, she struggled across the centre console and exited via the passenger side. Immediately, a blast of biting wind cut around her exposed face, thanks to the snow being blown almost diagonally across the white landscape. A shudder of goosebumps passed across her shoulders and she hoped they wouldn't have to be out in such unforgiving conditions for too long. Stowing his phone in a side pocket, the man moved swiftly across to Emily and closed the door behind her. He then held out his hand in an unexpectedly formal way.'Sam Whitehall,' he announced through the layers of scarf which still covered his face.'Emily Jones,' she replied, grasping his gloved hand with a grin whilst trying to prevent her teeth from chattering. Now she could see why he was so well wrapped up and quickly pulled her own scarf tightly around her head. It was beyond cold.'Lovely to meet you, Emily,' he replied. 'Sorry not to have encountered you in more salubrious circumstances. Shall we get going?''Are you sure about this? You don't even know me.''I know enough,' he confirmed. 'More to the point, you don't know me. I could be a mad axe murderer.''Where are your axes then,' laughed Emily, turning to lock the door of her car, surprised when the central locking system still worked, despite the damage.'Damn,' he chuckled, lifting his rucksack onto his back in preparation. 'I must have left them at home.''If axe murdering is your profession, then you're clearly not very good at it,' she concluded. 'So I'll take my chances.''It doesn't pay to be too confident,' he teased and Emily could see laughter lines crinkling at the edges of his eyes. 'After you,' he added, holding out his arm in the direction they needed to travel.'Uh oh. That's exactly what an axe murderer would say,' observed Emily dryly. She was rewarded by hearing his deep, infectious laugh.They started to trudge forward through the treacherous weather. A satisfying crunch accompanied each step underfoot as the snow continued to swirl around them making visibility increasingly difficult. To make matters worse, Emily found it was also difficult to hear very well. Her ears were encompassed under numerous woollen layers, from her attempts to block out the cold and the constant wind didn't help much either.'Are you absolutely sure your aunt won't mind me turning up too?' she asked in a raised voice.'Positive,' he bellowed back. 'I texted ahead. It's all fine. She's preparing the sleeping arrangements as we speak.''I'm impressed,' she replied. 'Your aunt must be pretty technologically savvy compared to my mum!' That was an understatement. Although her parents shared a Smartphone, the bulk of its functionality remained a mystery to them. Suggesting they log onto the Facebook app would receive an identical response to asking them to reprogramme the Hubble Space Telescope. As a result, the chances of them being aware of an incoming text, let alone replying to it, were exceptionally slim indeed. And that assumed that their phone was switched on in the first place, which it very rarely was. An inability to charge electrical devices was obviously a family failing, inherited through the generations.'My aunt has always been a very social being,' Sam explained, over the wind and weather. 'And as the modern world enhances her potential to be even more social, she made a conscious decision to embrace technology.''And will there be enough room in her house for me?' queried Emily.'Definitely,' he replied, apparently amused.'Does she live alone?''She's no longer married,' he explained. 'But she's got a housekeeper so fortunately she's rarely alone. She's a real people person. Seems to spend half of her time throwing parties and the other half planning them. Christmas Eve is always the biggest though, so you've chosen exceptionally well. Good job!''She's having a party? Tonight? Oh, I couldn't possibly impose on her then. It wouldn't be fair.''Nonsense,' chuckled Sam. 'She's already told me in no uncertain terms that she can't wait to meet you. She'll be delighted. And I was attending anyway, although my family won't be able to make it now because of this weather. Perhaps you can be my plus one?' he suggested, swinging around to face her, whilst continuing to walk backwards.'Okay,' agreed Emily as the look in his eyes caused her stomach to unexpectedly jolt.After that, they progressed for some time in silence, heads bowed down against the driving wind, with gloved hands thrust deep inside their pockets. As they entered a neighbouring village, Sam led them towards the cricket pavilion. In the summer, this was a quintessential English village, with a shop, pub, duck pond, children's play area and cricket pitch. Right now though, it was a barren, white wasteland; any objects daring to rise out of the ground had been blasted with a vertical plastering of sticky snow. Emily observed how the snow was always driven up the same exterior-facing surface, allowing her to identify the predominant wind direction, northerly, she assumed, given the glacial temperatures.Under the protection of the cricket pavilion porch, Sam shrugged off his rucksack, pulled out a bottle of water and handed it across to Emily. She accepted it gratefully, gulping down the liquid, surprised at how thirsty she'd become.'How are you doing?' he asked kindly.'Cold but otherwise surprisingly well,' she replied brightly, returning the bottle with thanks. Sam pulled the scarf slightly away from his mouth, revealing a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath. As he drained the remainder of Emily's bottle of water, she caught sight of his straight, white teeth, dark stubbled face and full, soft lips. Despite the plummeting temperatures, she felt a streak of extreme warmth pass straight through her body. Averting her eyes, to prevent her expression being read, a blushing Emily concentrated hard on her walking boots whilst scrunching up her numb toes within.'Here,' he said, forcing Emily to look back up again, as he snapped a chocolate bar in two and passed half across to her. As they were both wearing thick, bulky gloves, the transfer of such a small item proved awkward to achieve but, with some chuckling at their incredible incompetence, they eventually succeeded. 'I promise that we'll soon have you somewhere safe and warm. There's nothing at all for you to worry about.'Nodding with gratitude, Emily placed a square of the chocolate covered caramel into her mouth. As the ice cold morsel began to melt luxuriously across her tongue, she couldn't remember ever tasting anything so sublime.'Um,' she murmured, eyes closed in bliss. 'Thank you. That is so good.''You're more than welcome,' he replied, his mouth twitching into a brief smile. 'Are you happy to take a short-cut through the forest? It should reduce our journey time by about twenty minutes.''Of course,' grinned Emily, stamping her feet to maintain circulation. 'I trust you.''And therein lies your first mistake,' he jokingly replied.To be continued in Part 2By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

What's Han Your Mind?
Creepy Crawling Through the Bugs of Korea

What's Han Your Mind?

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 21, 2022 61:32


Legs, legs, and more legs...this week we're talking all things BUGS. Learn about some of the most common bugs you can find in South Korea, and what you should watch out for if you're here... Meet your hosts! Allison Needels: PinPointKorea.com | IG: @pinpoint.korea Hannah Roberts: IG: @hannah_intl (travel and tours) @byhannahlou (art) --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/whatshanyourmind/message

The LunchBox Chats
144. Crawling to Christmas

The LunchBox Chats

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 19, 2022 70:46


Welcome to The LunchBox Chats Podcast with Este & Laura. Join us every week for our scoop on everything fun, fab & real. Follow us on Instagram: @LunchBoxChats Disclaimer: This podcast is for entertainment purposes only. All opinions are our own, through experience and personal research. The views or opinions expressed by the guest speakers are solely their own. Listener discretion is advised. EPISODE 144. Join Este and Laura this week in their last episode of the year as they do a very special send off to the New Year!

Timcast IRL
Timcast IRL #677 Elon Musk Haters Come CRAWLING Back To Twitter In EPIC Fail Care w/Gene Hamilton

Timcast IRL

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 15, 2022 129:22


Tim, Ian, Luke, & Serge join Gene Hamilton to discuss Elon Musk banning accounts who engage in doxxing with real-time location info, Nancy Mace destroying the woke left by pointing out their hypocrisy, the Washington Post employees going insane after the company announces layoffs, and a bizarre story that tries to paint unvaccinated people as dangerous drivers. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Christian O’Connell Show

Crawling is all well and good when you're a kid, but crawling as an adult is something entirely different Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Christian O’Connell Show

Crawling is all well and good when you're a kid, but crawling as an adult is something entirely different Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pure Ambition Podcast
89. Bear Crawling an Ultramarathon with James Boria

Pure Ambition Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 23, 2022 104:08


James is a Content Creator, Performance Coach, and endurance athlete who recently set two world records by bear crawling an ultra marathon (31 Miles). James has a strong passion for bringing awareness to mental health through physical feats and plans on doing many more outlandish things to inspire others and spread awareness about his cause. Key Points: Recovery after bear crawling 31 miles What training looked like preparing for the bear crawl Coming up with a training plan for the bear crawl Breaking through self-limiting beliefs Staying healthy and injury-free while training for hours per day Mindset practices that James used during training Shedding the old version of yourself and stepping into a new life What was going through James' mind the morning of the crawl The most difficult part of the bear crawl and how he overcame it Letting go of the end result and being present in the moment What nutrition looked like throughout the 24-hour bear crawl Overcoming the voices in his head telling him to quit Getting his life back into balance What makes James excited to do life moving forward Managing seasons of imbalance and learning about yourself through the process The things that light James up and make him excited about life How James plans on using social media to positively impact people's lives What are the intentions James has to live as the best version of himself Advice James would give to himself at the beginning of this journey James' definition of ‘ambition' Connect with James: Instagram: @james.boria TikTok: @jamesboria YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF7-LkWzMu_1vEtWgiBagww/videos Connect with Dom: Join my FREE Fitness Community on Upspace: https://link.getupspace.com/profile/domfusco Instagram: @dominicfusco TikTok: @dom_fusco YouTube: Dominic Fusco LinkedIn: Dominic Fusco

Black and White Sports Podcast
CBS NEWS Comes CRAWLING BACK To Twitter & Gets MOCKED by Elon Musk after Boycott!

Black and White Sports Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2022 12:59


CBS NEWS Comes CRAWLING BACK To Twitter & Gets MOCKED by Elon Musk after Boycott! New To The Podcast? Looking for a alternative to WOKE Media?! You Are In The Right Place! Make sure you subscribe! New To The Channel? Hit the Subscribe Button and Check out Our Website For Exclusive Content and Livestreams: www.blackandwhitenetwork.com Get your MERCH here: https://teespring.com/stores/blackandwhitesports Use Promo Code "USAFIRST" for 25% Off! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/blackandwhitenetwork/support

Datenbusiness Podcast
#128 mit Ferdinand Netsch: Wie er nebenbei eine Bundesanzeiger-Automatisierung gebaut hat und worum es dabei geht

Datenbusiness Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2022 53:56


Ferdinand hat neben seinem Finance-Studium ein nützliches Tool gebaut, mit dem man automatisiert Finanzdaten aus dem Bundesanzeiger in Excel laden kann. Darüber sprechen wir hier: 0:00 - Ferdinand stellt sich vor. 2:41 - Geschichte hinter gerfin.net und worum es dabei geht. 8:45 - Virale Posts dazu auf LinkedIn. 10:33 - Aktueller Stand und mehr zur Tech dahinter. 31:56 - Geschäftsmodell? 45:03 - Was kommt als nächstes? 48:44 - Tipps für den Quereinstieg in Data Science. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weiterführende Informationen: ► gerfin.net: https://gerfin.net/ ► Bundesstelle für Open Data: https://github.com/bundesAPI ► LinkedIn Ferdinand: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ferdinand-netsch-152881158/ ► LinkedIn Bernard: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bernardsonnenschein/ ► LinkedIn Jannis Seemann (Kurse Weiterbildung): https://www.linkedin.com/in/jannisseemann/ ► Feedback: bernard.sonnenschein@datenbusiness.de

Tallest Tree Digital Podcast
How to Optimize for Crawling

Tallest Tree Digital Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2022 76:54


Cord & Einar discuss how to optimize your website for web crawlers. How do things like robots.txt, site speed, HTTP codes, URLs, links, redirects, XML sitemaps, PDFs vs web pages, robots meta tags, and canonical URLs all affect web crawlers? How can you optimize these aspects of your site to make sure all the content you want robots to discover can be crawled and indexed?Sources Cited:Google Robots Testing ToolMerkle robots.txt ValidatorPageSpeed InsightsLighthousePingdom Speed TestRobots Meta Tags

Recovering Evangelicals
#92 – The belief vortex: falling in, crawling out

Recovering Evangelicals

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 18, 2022 88:50


An amazing story of a journey into an utterly bizarre worldview, and what it took to come back to reality. Do you ever look back on the things that you once believed with conviction, and now shake your head, asking yourself: “How could I have believed that? It's so obviously not true.  I just don't […]

Doing It Different
128: How Crawling As An Adult (and A Baby) Can Uplevel Your Brain, Attention Span, and Make Life Easier with In The Cortex

Doing It Different

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 15, 2022 60:20


Movement impacts brain development in children. As adults, we can reorganize our brains and unlearn past trauma and patterns by recreating early movement in our bodies.  In the Cortex shares the mind-altering (literally) work they do to help people move from a disorganized brain to an organized brain (and what that means).  Guest: Dani & Paloma with In the Cortex Highlights  3:45 Programing to support better brain function  12:21 The symptoms of a disorganized brain  14:02 Why babies crawl & the specific way the human brain develops  20:50 How you move tells the story of your nervous system 30:25 Reorganizing your brain by recreating early movement patterns  44:20 Support better learning habits in your children's brains  Resources We Mention:  In The Cortex programs Books by Carla Hannaford Book: The Myth of Normal by Gabor Mate Book: The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk Health Resources Healing Hashimoto's Course Thyroid Lab Guide + Tracker (free)  Recommended Non-Toxic Products Connect With Carly: CarlyJohnsonBrawner.com Instagram: @carlyjohnsonbrawner Sponsors: Organifi (Use code Carly for 20% off) Complete Show Notes Here

The Weird and Suspicious
MRI zombies, crawling Voldemort, and some creepy but gory.

The Weird and Suspicious

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 10, 2022 67:20


This week Kyla shared another reddit story. Kirsten tells us about Pale crawlers, and how they're a cryptid or a lore. Super creepy either way. Josh tells us some really creepy stories, and one is pretty gory, so just beware of that.https://journalnews.com.ph/creepy-pale-crawler-humanoid-experiences/and strangeology podcast for kirstens

Cash The Ticket

Jim turns heel on his favorite MAC QB goes with an absolutely irresponsible move to kickoff another week of MACtion. 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

The Mom Feed
Tongue Ties, Tummy Time, Crawling & More! Helping You Understand Your 0-2 Year Old Child's Developmental Motor Skills with Dr. Brita DeStefano

The Mom Feed

Play Episode Play 36 sec Highlight Listen Later Nov 3, 2022 82:16


We've all been there. You're at the park or on a playdate with your mom friends and their babes who are about the same age. You're trying not to - you really are - but you can't help but notice that your friend's baby is crawling or walking or doing something that your child is not yet doing. And they are the same age.You try not to panic. But the truth is, we've never done this before. We don't know what is considered “normal” and what isn't when it comes to so many things about our children, particularly their developmental milestones. I'm talking about things like rolling over, crawling, walking and other gross motor skills your pediatrician asks you about at every check up.Today, Dr. Brita DeStefano helps take the guesswork out of those developmental skills. Dr. DeStefano is board certified as a pediatric specialist and focuses her work primarily on babies between 0 and 2 years old where much of these developmental motor skills occur.We talk about lip ties and tongue ties as well, sleep positions, flat heads and helmets, and so much more.Get ready to feel empowered and to truly understand what's going on for your child in those very formative years so that you can work together to make this time enjoyable. Because it can be.For more information about Dr. DeStefano and her work, visit https://www.ptpdenver.com/ Follower Dr. DeStefano on InstagramFor full show notes, visit https://themomfeed.com/dr-brita-destefano-2/ Follow along on Instagram @themomfeedpodcast Sign up for our newsletter for weekly inspiration and advice on motherhood and beyond.Remember to subscribe to the show if you don't already! xoxo

For Flux Sake
Happy Halloween: How do I stop this creepy crawling glaze?

For Flux Sake

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2022 34:47 Very Popular


On today's Halloween episode of For Flux Sake the gang answer three questions about glazes: to sieve or not to sieve, how to stop crawling, and a real stumper about brushing. If you have a ceramic chemistry problem you'd like help with, send us a voice memo with your question to forfluxsakepodcast@gmail.com. To see the supplemental info, we talked about in this episode, visit the blog at www.ceramicmaterialsworkshop.com/cmw-blog.   If you design a t-shirt logo for the show you could win a free class from Ceramics Materials Workshop. To enter send your submission to the email above by Dec. 31st 2022. Good luck!   Today's episode is brought to you by:   For the past 100 years, AMACO Brent has been creating ceramic supplies for our community ranging from underglazes to electric kilns, and they have no plans of slowing down. www.amaco.com

Canary Cry News Talk
OCTOBER DEMISE

Canary Cry News Talk

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2022 145:25


Canary Cry News Talk #554 - 10.31.2022 - Recorded Live to Tape OCTOBER DEMISE | Hammers, Fakes, Witches, Fashion, Ice Politics A Podcast that Deconstructs Mainstream Media News from a Biblical Worldview. Harvard: Index of MSM Ownership (Harvard.edu) Unseen Realm Documentary (Logos, feat. Dr. Mike Heiser)   SHOW NOTES Podcast = T - 3:26 (from D-Live) by Jade Bouncerson   HELLO, RUN DOWN 3:49 V / 0:23 P Rundown 8:04 V / 4:38 P PELOSI 10:16 V / 6:50 P A secret bathroom 911 call: how Paul Pelosi saved his own life (Guardian) Unknown third person (Breitbart)  Attacker in Underwear fact check (Heavy)   DAY JINGLE/PERSONAL/EXEC. 27:21 V / 23:55 P   FLIPPY 34:28 V / 31:02 P Clip: Dr. Harry Kloor of Beyond Imagination, Tesla Bot competition (YouTube) - Kalub   HARRY LEGS/DEEP FAKE (quick) 46:06 V / 42:40 P → Clip: Deepfake video shows Joe Biden singing Baby Shark (Yahoo/IndyUK) Creepy Deep Fake shows Biden singing Baby Shark (Futurism)   WITCHCRAFT 51:24 V / 47:58 P How TikTok Is Drawing Young People Into the Occult (Newsweek) → Note: “As of Oct. 2022, #WitchTok had amassed over 33.2 billion views globally on TikTok.” → 33rd Treehouse of Horror Proves There's Still Life Left in The Simpsons (Consequences) → Also Newsweek; The Witch Camps Where Hundreds of Elderly Women Are Left to Die Why paganism and witchcraft are making a comeback (NBC News)   PARTY TIME 1:15:39 V / 1:12:13 P BREAK 1: TREASURE   BEAST FASHION/WACCINES 1:28:58 V / 1:25:32 P Clip: Vaccine Syringe Caps Turned Into Dresses (Inside Edition)   COVID/WACCINE/CHINA 1:35:39 V / 1:32:13 P → How China's Zero COVID policy is turning everything into digitised fortresses (Sky News)  → Dr. Sherri Tenpenny under investigation (Cleveland 19)   BREAK 3: TALENT 1:46:53 V / 1:43:27   ANTARCTICA  Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern's eye-popping discovery after Antarctica trip (NewsHub NZ) → Woman arrested after attack on Jacinda Ardern's office in Auckland (Guardian)   BREAK 4: TIME 2:18:00 V /  END   This Episode was Produced By: Executive Producers Anonymous** Felicia D**   Producers Isaac, Brother G, Michael G, Julie S, Tami C, Sir Casey the Shield Knight, Sir Scott Knight of Truth, Sir Darrin Knight of the Hungry Panda's, Sir LX Protocol V2 Knight of the Berrean Protocol, Dame Gail Canary Whisperer and Lady of X's and O's, Runksmash, Veronica D   Audio Production BrotherG   Visual Art Dame Allie of the Skillet Nation Sir Dove Knight of Rusbeltia Sir Sammons Knight of the Fishes   Microfiction Runksmash - Pinned to the ground Chris fights to escape the Enforcement Drone, “DON'T RESIST.” It says mechanically, then a strange sound and flash cause the full weight of the beast to drop on him. The air smells of Red Bull and cough syrup, and he passes out.   I-Anon - Just then he sees something out of the corner of his eye. Crawling through the rocks and grass.. a threat! Fauci, with a syringe in his mouth is on a prowl, and he is not alone. Tagging along there's, unmistakably, a certain software tycoon, wearing a vest full of vaccine vials and more syringes. Basil can almost hear him whisper: "Let me shoot it straight into your vein.. vein.. vein."   The Sentinel - The outsiders stand shoulder to shoulder, weapons drawn. “Steady… we'll take him together.” The Shield Knight reassures his comrades. Talris approaches them slowly, the molten man stands head and shoulders above his druid companions.   CLIP PRODUCER Emsworth, FaeLivrin, Epsilon   TIMESTAPERS Jackie U, Jade Bouncerson, Christine C, Pocojoyo, Joelle S   SOCIAL MEDIA DOERS Dame MissG of the OV and Deep Rivers   LINKS HELP JAM   ADDITIONAL STORIES Incas gave children ayahuasca before ritual sacrifice (Insider) CERN bets on particle accelerators to zap tumours, treat the worst forms of cancer (EuroNews) DIA picks artist Thomas “Detour” Evans to create art for airport's gate expansion (Denver Invite) 'Evil' headless body killer to be sentenced on TV (Indy.co.uk) Russia and China are fueling tension at a frosty summit on Antarctica's future (Crikey) → Russia may block Antarctic marine protection again (UnderCurrentNews) → Elon Musk laughs off being forced to delete lurid Paul Pelosi conspiracy tweet (Indy.co.uk) → Pelosi attack unleashes partisan finger-pointing, sows fresh fears of political violence (CNN)

Say You Love Satan 80s Horror Podcast
Bite-Sized Satan: The Skin Crawling Creeps - Tarrare PATREON EXCLUSIVE

Say You Love Satan 80s Horror Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 29, 2022 36:18


Become a member of the Say You Love Satan Army today! Join us!www.patreon.com/sayyoulovesatanpodcastThis episode:Tarrare*outro track "More" by Odonis Odonis.website: www.sayyoulovesatanpodcast.comemail: sayyoulovesatanpodcast@gmail.comPlease rate, review, and subscribe on iTunes!instagram: sayyoulovesatanpodcastartwork: Sam HeimerSupport the show

Fitish
REMI IS CRAWLING!!!

Fitish

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 27, 2022 53:45 Very Popular


Remi's first Halloween is coming up which is exciting, and apparently, he loves our talking skeleton decoration. More than that, he crawled!!!! So much to talk about this week. Stay tuned for it all.Sponsors:Go to ShipStation.com today and sign up with promo code FITISH for a FREE 60-day trial.Sign up today at butcherbox.com/FITISH and use code FITISH to get one 10 to 14-pound Turkey FREE in your first box. ​

All Things Sensory by Harkla
#227 - Integrative Pediatrics with Dr. Joel Gator Warsh

All Things Sensory by Harkla

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2022 42:50


Joel Warsh - aka DrJoel Gator - is a Board-Certified Pediatrician in Los Angeles, California who specializes in Parenting, Wellness and Integrative Medicine. He grew up in Toronto, Canada and completed degrees in Kinesiology, Psychology and Epidemiology, and Community Health before earning his medical degree from Thomas Jefferson Medical College. He completed his Pediatric Medicine training at Children's Hospital of Los Angeles (CHLA) and worked in private practice in Beverly Hills before founding his current practice, Integrative Pediatrics and Medicine Studio City, in 2018. Dr. Gator has published research in peer-reviewed journals on topics including childhood injuries, obesity and physical activity. He has been featured in numerous documentaries, films, summits, podcasts and articles including CBS, Fox, LA Parent, MindBodyGreen, and many others. He is also the founder of the Parenting Masterclass Series Raising Amazing which can be found at RaisingAmazingPlus.com. He is the author of the children's book “Love, Dad” featuring multiple celebrities which is currently in press with Penguin Publishing and set to release in 2024. You can find all of his links below. Brought To You By HarklaThis podcast is brought to you by Harkla.  Our mission at Harkla is to help those with special needs live happy and healthy lives. We accomplish this through high-quality sensory products & child development courses.Podcast listeners get 10% off their first order at Harkla with the discount code "sensory". Head to Harkla.co/sensory to start shopping now.LinksDr. Joel Gator Instagram @drjoelgatorWebsite - Raising Amazing All Things Sensory Podcast Instagram Harkla Website Harkla YouTubeHarkla InstagramEp. 44 Tummy Time + CrawlingEp. 204 Crawling is a Beneficial MilestoneBook - The Genius Life (Amazon)

Anatnom Fantasycast
Crawling Forwards

Anatnom Fantasycast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 23, 2022 44:49


Mr. Desin's whistle stop tour stops by the Fantasycast for this Sunday's show. Andy does some stumping for his campaign, we talk Sunday's NFL slate, fantasy matchups and reveal this week's GOTW. Freshly back from another journey Stevie stops by to discuss the outcome of this year's survivor league. Support the show

Adafruit Industries
Advanced Manufacturing 10/19/2022 Featuring a Creepy Animatronic Crawling Hand

Adafruit Industries

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2022 2:03


How to make a creepy animatronic crawling hand. It uses a glove from a halloween costume, outfitted with a servo motor and a Circuit Playground Express. This hand is designed to pull itself along the floor slowly, waiting until it finds a cold, dark spot, at which point it will stop and wait until temperature and light increase. (0:05) Learn guide here: https://learn.adafruit.com/crawling-hand-with-CPX-and-MakeCode Solder paste (0:43) So much testing! (0:59) Pick n place (1:36) #adafruit #manufacturing #nyc ----------------------------------------- Visit the Adafruit shop online - http://www.adafruit.com ----------------------------------------- LIVE CHAT IS HERE! http://adafru.it/discord Adafruit on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/adafruit Subscribe to Adafruit on YouTube: http://adafru.it/subscribe New tutorials on the Adafruit Learning System: http://learn.adafruit.com/ -----------------------------------------

Sounders Pow Wow
Seattle Sounders vs. End of 2022

Sounders Pow Wow

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 18, 2022 45:34


Crawling across the finish line, the Pow Wow reflects on the season that was, the signings that may be and the Garage Sale which ought to be moved to a more convenient time for Troy. And forgotten questions and a promise of action (and a surprise announcement).

Sharp & Benning
October 14, Segment 11 - Crawling To The Finish Line

Sharp & Benning

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 6:35


Gary musters up his last ounce of voice, plus game predictions

Coon Hunting University Podcast
Mr. David Dial | Crawling Down a Gator Trail | CHU #59

Coon Hunting University Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 78:17 Very Popular


On today's episode Mason is joined by co-host Mr. Eddie Simmons. They will be conducting a interview with Mr. David Dial. David has had a huge role in PKC & many of their major events for years on end. You will not want to miss this episode. Sit back and enjoy.  CLASS IS IN SESSION!!!   For all your hound hunting and outdoor needs, visit conkeysoutdoors.com Per order Razor Hunting Gear now: Razor Hunting Gear – Conkey's Outdoors (conkeysoutdoors.com) G&C Cedar Dog Boxes G&R Cedar Dogboxes | Facebook Find us on Facebook and Instagram @coonhuntingU. Receive a 5% discount on Superior Hunting Light  @ Nitehunters.com    Use Discount Code - CHUPODCAST at check out Check out all Coon hunting university merch @ AudioHound Productions (audiohound-productions.myshopify.com) Check out FEED IT FOR LIFE - (extremedogfuel.com) and find a retailer near you today.    Receive a 10% discount on Bayou Legacy Game Calls @ Bayou Legacy Game Calls Use Discount Code - COONHUNTINGU10 at check out

Well... That’s Interesting
In-Betweeni 107: Babies Stir Up Germ Cocktail When Crawling + Let's Turn Dead Spiders Into Robots

Well... That’s Interesting

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 11, 2022 39:01


It's spooky season and we're taking it to the next level: robotic toddler torsos and reanimated dead spiders. --- Love the show and wanna show some love? Venmo Tip Jar: @WellThatsInteresting Instagram: @wellthatsinterestingpod Twitter: @wti_pod Oh, BTW. You're interesting. Email us YOUR facts, stories, experiences... Nothing is too big or too small. We'll read it on the show: wellthatsinterestingpod@gmail.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wellthatsinteresting/support

Let's Sleep On It: Reclaiming Parenthood
Is Your Brain Disorganized? The Importance of Creeping & Crawling for Brain Development with In The Cortex

Let's Sleep On It: Reclaiming Parenthood

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 62:32 Very Popular


Paloma García and Danielle Perrecone, founders of In The Cortex, join me to discuss: What it means to have a disorganized brain and symptoms Why so many people have disorganized brains How people compensate for a disorganized brain Subconscious beliefs and their impact on the way we think and act How we an start working towards brain organization Where you can find In The Cortex: www.inthecortex.com  Insta: @inthecortex_us TikTok: @inthecortex Save 12% with code TAYLOR --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/taylorkulik/support

Christ Church (Moscow, ID)
No Craven, Crawling Thing

Christ Church (Moscow, ID)

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2022 37:41


INTRODUCTION The fear of God is not a craven, crawling thing. In this passage, the fear of God is a driving motive force for evangelism, and evangelism is a proclamation of the good news, not the declaration of dreadful news. The fear of God therefore needs to be something that we understand as powerful and attractive. THE TEXT “Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences. For we commend not ourselves again unto you, but give you occasion to glory on our behalf, that ye may have somewhat to answer them which glory in appearance, and not in heart. For whether we be beside ourselves, it is to God: or whether we be sober, it is for your cause” (2 Cor. 5:11–13). SUMMARY OF THE TEXT In the light of this judgment, in light of the fact that every man will stand before the judgment seat of Christ, we know what it is to fear the Lord. Precisely because we know “the terror” of the Lord, we seek to persuade men (v. 11). Persuade them of what? Persuade them to consider their true condition. A human life without true, complete, utter, and entire accountability has not yet been lived, and never will be. It is madness not to factor this in to how we live our lives. This is something Paul does coram Deo, in the manifest sight of God, and Paul trusts that it is manifest enough to be obvious to the consciences of the Corinthians also. The reason Paul is writing about this here is not to brag to the Corinthians, but rather to give them an opportunity to brag about him. They needed the material so that they could answer the false teachers at Corinth—identified by Paul here as those who glory in appearances, and not in heart (v. 12). Paul acknowledges that some will think he is crazy, while others will call him sober-minded. He divides it up this way. If we are out of our minds, it is for God. If we are calm and judicious, it is for you Corinthians (v. 13). TESTIMONY AND APPEARANCES We should begin by acknowledging that there is a sense in which believers ought to care about our testimony and reputation. Elders should have a good reputation with outsiders (1 Tim. 3:7). A good name is greatly to be valued (Prov. 22:1). Because we live lives of integrity, those who slander us should be ashamed of themselves (1 Pet. 2:15). But at the same time, Jesus tells us that when all men speak well of us, we should consider that as a real danger sign (Luke 6:26). That is how they speak of false teachers, and in our passage, Paul tells us that false teachers cultivate and pursue such appearances (v. 12). This is their currency. They care about appearances, which is not the same as caring about testimony. Caring about testimony is caring about the truth, and caring about appearances is caring about the lie. So test your hearts in this. Would you rather be truthful and thought a liar, or a liar and thought a truthteller? Would you rather be courageous and thought a coward, or a coward who is thought to be courageous? Would you rather be honest and thought to be dishonest, or dishonest and thought to be honest? The answer will reveal whether you are standing before God or men. JUBILANT TERROR Knowing therefore the terror (phobos) of the Lord, we seek to persuade men. I began by saying that the fear of God is not a craven thing. This is not a religion for lickspittles. Although the same word (fear) is used, there is a vast difference between the flinching that wants to avoid a blow and the awe that swallows you up when you consider that the paving stones in God's palaces contain numberless galaxies. Perfect love casts out the first kind of fear (1 John 4:18), and perfect love ushers in the second kind (Ps. 8). What is man, that you are mindful of him? This is why Paul can tell the Philippians to work out their salvation with fear and trembling (Phil. 2:12). But working out our salvation includes rejoicing constantly (Phil. 4:4). Rejoice with fear and trembling. This is what the kings of the earth are commanded to learn. “Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling” (Psalm 2:11). And when Moses and Aaron were dedicating the tabernacle, the fire of God flared out from the glory of God and consumed the burnt offering. “And there came a fire out from before the Lord, and consumed upon the altar the burnt offering and the fat: which when all the people saw, they shouted, and fell on their faces” (Lev. 9:24). But these were not religious feelies. The fire of God devoured Nadab and Abihu in the next verses (Lev. 10:2), and so God instituted a law for priests against drinking on the job (Lev. 10:9). And yet the people fell on their faces, shouting and jubilant in their terror. JOY UNSPEAKABLE AND FULL OF GLORY And this is what the Scriptures point us to, constantly. Paul wants us to have the “spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him.” He wants us to have the “eyes of our understanding enlightened” so that we might “know what is the hope of our calling,” not to mention the “riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints.” And what else? The “exceeding greatness of his power toward us who believe, according to the working of his mighty power” (Eph. 1:17–19). He also prays that we might be “able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height,” and more than that, to “know the love of Christ, which passes knowledge,” and he wants us to be “filled with the fulness of God.” He wants us to ask and think that, and then to commit it all to the one who can do “exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us” (Eph. 3:18–20). He wants us to grasp the ungraspable, and to know the unknowable, and to be filled with the infinite. And then he wants us to be hungry for more than that. “Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory:” (1 Peter 1:8). This is the reality that will make evangelism potent. Knowing what it is to fear the Lord, we seek to persuade men. As we reflect Christ, we point the way to Christ. And as we witness to Him, we pray for the fire to fall.

A Thousand Tiny Steps
Crawling out of Depression in Senior Year

A Thousand Tiny Steps

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2022 48:10


The first semester of my senior year was horrible. I dealt with a subpar cross country coach, argued with my friends, lost several races, my drinking got worse, and I had an abortion. I went into a depression and it was only the second half of my senior year that I was able to crawl out of it, find positives in the situation, and get a full scholarship to Boston University.    Key Takeaways:    [3:13] Making a name for myself in the running community  [4:16] Processing my relationship with science guy [5:02] Falling in love with Jay and hour age difference  [7:40] Getting a new cross country coach who wasn't great  [8:59] Getting nervous around a future olympian and losing to her  [11:19] Agreeing to tie with Marty in a race and breaking that  [11:23] Being upset with my running because I wasn't first  [14:30] Trying out for the musical and falling in love with theater  [17:05] Being terrified and getting an abortion  [22:55] Feeling like I had lost everything and being depressed  [25:21] Using theater to process my emotions  [26:59] Working towards 5 minutes in a mile and meeting that goal [28:39] My drinking getting worse and vomiting at a dance  [31:08] Losing confidence in my running and getting pneumonia  [32:52] Not listening to my coach on the track  [35:04] Applying to colleges and getting a full scholarship to BU [37:17] My senior year was horrid, but light was at the end of the tunnel [40:01] Marty going to BU with me and my running getting better  [41:12] Going to California for running [42:36] My relationship with Jay had such good times [43:51] Feeling connected to my body in a positive way  Resources:   The Body Keeps the Score  Connect with Barb:   Website   Facebook    Instagram   YouTube   The Molly B Foundation

SoL-Mates: Love and MST3K
The Crawling Eye and High-Altitude Shenanigans

SoL-Mates: Love and MST3K

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2022 76:35


We're going all the way back to the beginning with this week's episode, The Crawling Eye! That is, if MiMi and Jeff aren't driven mad by home renovation madness (spoiler alert: they are).Host segments: blindsided by climbers; it's super effective!; MiMi drinks straight Campari - it's super effective!; Jeff vs. Milli Vanilli; The Shining, but worse; Ann's comb; Brody was right, Joe is a stone-cold assassin.

Why Are They So Angry?
History Crawling into the Present

Why Are They So Angry?

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2022 40:27


If you've never heard of the Reverse Freedom Rides of 1962, you're not alone. Join Dr. Carol François and Kourtney Square as they tell this hidden history of how Southern segregationists tricked Blacks into boarding buses bound for what they thought was a brighter new life in the North. Then listen as your hosts draw a through line from that pernicious incident to current news stories about migrants in Arizona, Florida, and Texas being bused and flown to Northern cities. Want more like this? Go to https://www.podpage.com/why-are-they-so-angry/ to get the history they didn't teach you in school. Citations A Lesson From the Past for Ron DeSantis Biden Dismisses DeSantis' Immigrant Relocation | National News Lunch Hour Live: The Forgotten Story of the Reverse Freedom Rides Migrant Buses Compared to 1962 'Reverse Freedom Rides' of Black Families Migrants sent to Martha's Vineyard have been voluntarily taken to military base for support , officials say Moseley, Margaret. Papers - The Civil Rights History Project: Survey of Collections and Repositories (The American Folklife Center, Library of Congress) New poll indicates a majority of Texas voters support relocating migrants Newsom Asks DOJ to Probe Florida, Texas Migrant Relocation Schemes Reverse Freedom Rides - Wikipedia 962 THROWBACK: "REVERSE FREEDOM RIDES" The Cruel Story Behind The 'Reverse Freedom Rides' 'The future is here.' Migrants step off buses from Texas into New York homeless shelters The relocation of migrants by Republican governors recalls painful memories of the 'Reverse Freedom Rides' Three Venezuelan migrants flown from Texas to Massachusetts sue Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis To End Systemic Racism, Ensure Systemic Equality | News & Commentary | American Civil Liberties Union Webb, Clive, "A Cheap Trafficking in Human Misery": The Reverse Freedom Rides of 1962 Journal of American Studies, Vol. 38, No. 2, Civil Rights and Reactions (Aug., 2004), pp. 249-271 Woman Recounts ‘Reverse Freedom Rides' of 1962 After Migrants Sent to Martha's Vineyard – NBC Boston --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/carol-francois/support

Calvary Baptist Church Lakeland Podcast
9-18-22 AM ”How to Think on These Things” | ”Crawling Out of Your Rut 1” | Pastor Shane Skelton

Calvary Baptist Church Lakeland Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 26, 2022 38:25


African Father in America
Crawling on hands and knees has never prevented anyone from walking upright | AFIAPodcast

African Father in America

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 23, 2022 49:37


Greetings Village! #DailyAfricanProverbs takes us to #Kenya The proverb says: "Crawling on hands and knees has never prevented anyone from walking upright." This proverb speaks to the importance of determination and perseverance. No matter how difficult something may seem at first, it is always possible to overcome it with hard work and dedication. This proverb reminds us that we should never give up, even when the going gets tough. Every journey begins with a single step, and so long as we keep moving forward, we will eventually reach our destination. SUBSCRIBE to get Daily African Proverbs and their meaning in your life https://rb.gy/jdavpn ******************************

Armstrong and Getty
Crawling Out The News

Armstrong and Getty

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 37:33 Very Popular


Hour 1 of  Thursday's A&G: Elephant's in suburbia? Not quite what you think. Did you hear the end of Biden's speech at the UN? BYU is being accosted by other universities over an accusation. Trump is sued by the New York AG, and more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Laura Clery Podcast
I Am In Love! Episode 12

The Laura Clery Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 35:35


Here is what I've learned: your happiness and your self worth is an INSIDE JOB! Self love has not come easy! I used to believe the meanest comments and critiques about myself. It stops now! Defining yourself by your job, your relationship, your looks, ANYTHING, is a losing game! That is conditional love. NO THANKS! I am embracing who I am and loving what I do NOW. Nothing else matters.  Finding Laura Clery: Website: lauraclery.com Read/Listen: Idiot & Idiots Checkout our new Kids Show: Pammy's World TikTok & Youtube & Facebook: @Laura Clery Instagram: @lauraclery   Episode Breakdown: -00:00 I am in love! -1:45 This is my latest obsession -3:10 You are either grandiose or comatose -4:20 What does loving myself mean? -7:50 Who has time for HOBBIES?! -9:45 Louise Hay is brilliant -12:19 My tits are sad… 16:30 We are amazing, powerful, and perfect! 17:15 Needing love vs. Neediness for love 18:20 The journey of my teeth 25:04 Booking jobs for Barry and his mom! 28:53 The agency comes CRAWLING back 31:36 I am whole regardless of my circumstances! 33:18 How do YOU give yourself love?

Armstrong & Getty Podcast
Crawling Out The News

Armstrong & Getty Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 37:23


Hour 1 of  Thursday's A&G: Elephant's in suburbia? Not quite what you think. Did you hear the end of Biden's speech at the UN? BYU is being accosted by other universities over an accusation. Trump is sued by the New York AG, and more. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Composers Datebook
Ellington's "Money Jungle"

Composers Datebook

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 17, 2022 2:00 Very Popular


Synopsis In 1962, American jazz composer, performer, and bandleader "Duke" Ellington was 63 years old – an acknowledged master, but trends in American jazz were changing, and there were much younger figures emerging, with more challenging styles. Take, for example, the bassist Charles Mingus, Jr, a master of collective improvisation, and drummer Max Roach, a pioneer in the Be-Bop movement. Despite their age and stylistic differences, these three jazz titans went into a recording studio on today's date in 1962 and, while tape rolled, using bare-bones charts provided by Ellington of melodies and harmonies, the three jazz titans improvised. The results were issued the following year as a classic LP entitled, “Money Jungle.” Despite his fame, Ellington did not have a recording contract in 1962, and, perhaps after decades experiencing the highs and lows of life as a Black jazz musician in a segregated society, “Money Jungle” reflects a certain bitterness. Along with the charts he gave Mingus and Roach, Ellington also provided poetic story lines for each track, like: "Crawling around on the streets are serpents who have their heads up; these are agents and people who have exploited artists. Play that along with the music.” Music Played in Today's Program Duke Ellington (1899-1974), Charles Mingus (1922-1979), and Max Roach (1924-2007) –Money Jungle: Blue Note 31461

Paranormal Mysteries Podcast
293: A Haunted Coast Guard Station, 5 Angels In Indiana & A Crawling Creature In The Bedroom | Paranormal Mysteries

Paranormal Mysteries Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 5, 2022 23:34 Very Popular


In tonight's episode of Paranormal Mysteries, I'll be talking about strange experiences in a coast guard station, a terrifying creature crawling on a bedroom wall, and the tragic story of five beloved Indiana University grad students that lost their lives, but who may have returned to make their presence known. These stories and many more, all coming up on this edition of Paranormal Mysteries.TELL YOUR STORY Email: paranormalmysteriespodcast@gmail.com Voicemail: https://www.speakpipe.com/paranormalmysteries Website: https://www.paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/ Forum: https://www.paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/forum SUPPORT THE SHOW Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/paranormalmysteries? BuyMeACoffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/paranormal PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=MG24QCZBAWRRN Merchandise: https://www.zazzle.com/store/paranormalmysteries SOCIAL MEDIA Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/paranormalmysteriespodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/paranormalmysteriespodcast YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ParanormalMysteriesPodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/ParaMysteryPod MY WIFE'S “SLEEP AND RELAXATION PODCAST” Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/3aOsZoy Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3zwS29T Pandora: https://bit.ly/3xjB1NX Google Podcasts: https://bit.ly/3NNmsZW iHeartRadio: https://ihr.fm/3HgoS0F MUSIC & MEDIA PROVIDED BY https://www.paranormalmysteriespodcast.com/stock-music-media PODCAST SOURCE https://www.spreaker.com/show/paranormal-mysteries-podcast © 2022 Paranormal Mysteries Podcast. All Rights Reserved.