Podcasts about Dura

En esta entrevista Erika Zaba abre su corazón para hablar de los momentos más duros que ha vivido. Desde la trágica pérdida de sus padres en un accidente automovilístico, hasta las etapas más complicadas de su carrera y su vida personal, Erika comparte cómo logró levantarse, sanar y encontrar fuerza incluso en los capítulos más dolorosos.   Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

MARTES 11 DE NOVIEMBRE DE 2025 TU DOSIS DIARIA DE ESPERANZA "Y dijo Pedro: Ananías, ¿por qué llenó Satanás tu corazón para que mintieses al Espíritu Santo, y sustrajeses del precio de la heredad? Reteniéndola, ¿no se te quedaba a ti? y vendida, ¿no estaba en tu poder? ¿Por qué pusiste esto en tu corazón? No has mentido a los hombres, sino a Dios." (Hechos 5:3-4) Es posible que Ananías y Zafira no estuvieran conscientes de quién era el que guiaba la Iglesia. Quizás pensaban que engañar al pastor no solo era fácil; sino que carecía de importancia. Pero nunca subestimemos a una Iglesia que predica la verdad. El Espíritu Santo se encargó de descubrir la mentira que había en lo que ellos donaron, cuando era un paso voluntario; pero que dieron por quedar bien. En el área monetaria Dios ama al dador alegre; nadie está obligado a dar si no lo hace con sinceridad. El peor engaño es engañarse a sí mismo. Dura fue esa lección para la Iglesia donde Dios demostró la importancia que Él le da a la dignidad de su Cuerpo. (Gina Sánchez) ....... www.facebook.com/PastoresRobertoyYamiley Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/tu-dosis-diaria-de-esperanza-new-hope-en-espa%C3%B1ol/id1503374265 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0dC8BmYXC77tIaReY6JI6y?si=adf3392aa15e45c7 iHeart Radio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/263-tu-dosis-diaria-de-esperan-211298038/ ....... Pastores Roberto y Yamiley, De Dios Para Ti Hoy - New Hope en Español , Brandon, FL (813) 689-4161

Adal Franco, Jorge Pietrasanta, Héctor Huerta y Marcelino Fernández debaten el cierre del torneo regular, la lesión de Kevin Mier, el posible castigo a Adalberto Carrasquilla y el duro golpe para JJ Macías, fuera por 9 meses.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Nesse episódio, Bruno Carvalho, Edu Aurrai, Felipe Mesquita e Rodrigo Cunha falam sobre o sucesso contínuo de vendas do Nintendo Switch 2; o cancelamento do MMO de O Senhor dos Anéis; as pesquisas que mostram o sucesso dos Remasters e Remakes entre os jogadores; e muito mais. Duração: 70 min Comentados: COMPRE O MARS 2120, METROIDVANIA BRASILEIRO: PC (STEAM) PLAYSTATION 4, PLAYSTATION 5 XBOX ONE, XBOX SERIES S|X NINTENDO SWITCH Vídeos: FATAL FURY: CotW × STREET FIGHTER｜CHUN-LI Warhammer Survivors Reveal Trailer

Tomás Roncero analiza en el último tramo de 'Carrusel Deportivo' la situación actual por la que pasa el Real Madrid.

Tomás Roncero analiza en el último tramo de 'Carrusel Deportivo' la situación actual por la que pasa el Real Madrid.

Gabriel Vallejo se pronunció sobre los cuestionamientos formulados por Miguel Uribe Londoño en relación con la firma encuestadora utilizada por el partido para elegir al candidato único.

The pick is in! Felipe Vieira (@lipevieira / @felipepvieira), João Gelli (@jggelli) e Deivis Chiodini (@deivischiodini) comentam sobre a trade deadline e a prévia da semana 10 da NFL. Duração: 42 minutos Redes Sociais TikTok Instagram Twitter Contato Elogios, críticas ou sugestões: contato@ontheclock.com.br. The post Podcast #404 – Prévia da semana 10 first appeared on On The Clock.

Dura semana para Telefónica, que ha visto cómo su esperado plan estratégico hasta 2030 ha desilusionado y decepcionado a partes iguales. La sometemos a examen.

I v 66. díle podcastu Středověk (jinak) trvá zůstávají historik umění Ivan Foletti a archeolog Jiří Macháček za velikou louží. Tentokrát společně navštíví Yaleovu univerzitu, v jejímž univerzitním muzeu se nachází unikátní památka – nejstarší křesťanská svatyně – Dura Europos. Na první pohled klasický římský dům, který stál ve výše jmenovaném městě na území dnešní Sýrie, byl ve 3. století během nájezdu Peršanů zasypán a uchoval si tak unikátní nástěnné malby. Fragmenty, které se dnes v muzeu nachází, dokumentují počátky křesťanství a jeho rituálů. V tomto díle se tak posluchači dozvědí, jak probíhal celý rituál křtu, jakou roli v něm hrály obrazy, proč je při křtu a obecně v křesťanské symbolice tak důležitá voda a co se skrývá za slovy „smrtí to nekončí“.Vyrobilo RE:CENT Centrum pro studium a popularizaci středověké vizuální kultury při Semináři dějin umění Masarykovy univerzity.S finanční podporou Aukčního domu Zezula,Scénář: Ivan Foletti a Jiří MacháčekZvukový záznam: Katarína KravčíkováZvuková postprodukce: Jakub KrausZnělka: Jakub Kraus Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

La masacre en las favelas de Penha y Alemão, con 132 muertos, exhibe el rostro más brutal de la guerra interna que Brasil libra en nombre de la seguridad. Lo que se presentó como un operativo contra el crimen terminó siendo una carnicería que desnuda a un Estado que ha perdido el control y la legitimidad. En Chile, donde resurgen voces que prometen “militares en la calle”, este espejo resulta inquietante. La historia demuestra que la fuerza sin control no trae orden, sino miedo y descomposición. Porque cuando la autoridad sustituye la justicia por fuego, deja de proteger a los ciudadanos y empieza a destruir la democracia.

A Consultoria Gratuita de hoje foi um sucesso! Mostrei por que há milhões de anos a base da dieta humana é a carne e revelei as diferenças nutricionais entre frango, porco e boi — inclusive qual delas é a mais completa para quem busca saúde e emagrecimento. No final, respondi perguntas e compartilhei dicas valiosas. Este conteúdo tem caráter informativo e educacional, não se trata de recomendação médica nem nutricional. O acompanhamento profissional é essencial.:::::: Seja Membro e Receba Aulas e Conteúdos Exclusivos :::::https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgeSWvdpxC7Ckc77h_xgmtg/join::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO AÇÚCAR: CULPADO OU INOCENTE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/46yB1fGVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4meAUKZ::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO HÁBITOS ATÔMICOS :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3IAjLwZVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/469tBQm::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UM CAFÉ COM SÊNECA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/43qF9wLVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4mPCNPU::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO INTELIGÊNCIA EMOCIONAL :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3RTj1EIVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/3GJrkk2::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UMA DIETA ALÉM DA MODA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4iWn27lVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4jkHoXM::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO O CÓDIGO DA OBESIDADE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4hlGEQBVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4ikh6Vh::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO A DIETA DA MENTE :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4bnsZHwVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/41a7wwI::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO GORDURA SEM MEDO :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4hH5wTUVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4158Y3r:::: GLICOSÍMETROhttps://amzn.to/3Zy5AhZ:::: GRUPO VIP NO WHATSAPP ::::https://chat.whatsapp.com/L9Los9HHdmP5Pf09O4i7HKEntre em meu Canal do Telegram:https://t.me/canalandreburgosInscreva-se em nosso canalhttp://goo.gl/Ot3z2rSaiba mais sobre o Método Protagonista em: https://escoladoprotagonista.com.br/ofertaPrograma Atletas LowCarb:https://atletaslowcarb.com.br/programa-alc/Me siga no Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/andreburgos/

Nesta Consultoria Gratuita eu revelei o que as evidências científicas mais recentes dizem sobre o papel das dietas cetogênica e carnívora na saúde mental e no transtorno bipolar. Será possível que a comida tenha um poder tão grande sobre o cérebro a ponto de influenciar o humor? Nesta aula, mostro o que a ciência já sabe, o que ainda é hipótese e por que esse tema tem sido ignorado pela psiquiatria tradicional. Este conteúdo é apenas educativo e não substitui acompanhamento médico ou nutricional.:::::: Seja Membro e Receba Aulas e Conteúdos Exclusivos :::::https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgeSWvdpxC7Ckc77h_xgmtg/join::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO AÇÚCAR: CULPADO OU INOCENTE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/46yB1fGVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4meAUKZ::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO HÁBITOS ATÔMICOS :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3IAjLwZVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/469tBQm::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UM CAFÉ COM SÊNECA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/43qF9wLVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4mPCNPU::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO INTELIGÊNCIA EMOCIONAL :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3RTj1EIVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/3GJrkk2::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UMA DIETA ALÉM DA MODA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4iWn27lVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4jkHoXM::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO O CÓDIGO DA OBESIDADE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4hlGEQBVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4ikh6Vh::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO A DIETA DA MENTE :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4bnsZHwVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/41a7wwI::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO GORDURA SEM MEDO :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4hH5wTUVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4158Y3r:::: GLICOSÍMETROhttps://amzn.to/3Zy5AhZ:::: GRUPO VIP NO WHATSAPP ::::https://chat.whatsapp.com/L9Los9HHdmP5Pf09O4i7HKEntre em meu Canal do Telegram:https://t.me/canalandreburgosInscreva-se em nosso canalhttp://goo.gl/Ot3z2rSaiba mais sobre o Método Protagonista em: https://escoladoprotagonista.com.br/ofertaPrograma Atletas LowCarb:https://atletaslowcarb.com.br/programa-alc/Me siga no Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/andreburgos/

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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Nesse episódio, Bruno Carvalho, Edu Aurrai, Felipe Mesquita e Rodrigo Cunha falam sobre o anúncio do jogo que faltava para derrubar de vez os muros entre Xbox e Playstation - Halo: Campaign Evolved, remake do primeiro Halo (2001), chegará ao Playstation 5 em 2026; o enorme fracasso, e prejuízo, de FBC: Firebreak, que fez a Remedy demitir seu CEO e voltar às bases; o retorno do Intellivision através das mãos da Atari; e muito mais. Duração: 104 min Comentados: Reloading no Deezer Rebobina Cast, podcast de cinema editado pelo Edu, episódio de Hellraiser Playando Cast, podcast de games também editado pelo Edu Matéria sobre o programa de preservação do GOG COMPRE O MARS 2120, METROIDVANIA BRASILEIRO: PC (STEAM) PLAYSTATION 4, PLAYSTATION 5 XBOX ONE, XBOX SERIES S|X NINTENDO SWITCH Vídeos: SPELLCASTERS CHRONICLES | REVEAL TEASER Intellivision Sprint - Pre-Orders Open! MARVEL Cosmic Invasion | Trailer de Data de Lançamento A.I.L.A | Trailer de anúncio da data de lançamento Halo: Campaign Evolved | The Silent Cartographer – 13 Minute Gameplay Demo

“El resultado de esta absurda refriega es un espectáculo lamentable: un archipiélago de egos heridos, ambiciones personales y resentimientos acumulados”

The pick is in! Felipe Vieira (@lipevieira / @felipepvieira) e Deivis Chiodini (@deivischiodini) comentam sobre a semana 9 da NFL. Duração: 42 minutos Redes Sociais TikTok Instagram Twitter Contato Elogios, críticas ou sugestões: contato@ontheclock.com.br. The post Podcast #403 – Prévia da semana 9 first appeared on On The Clock.

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Anche se arrivato Down Under con la residenza già acquisita, la vita australiana di Davide Rigo è iniziata con difficoltà lavorative inattese.

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In 2 Chronicles 21 Jehoram succeeds his father Jehoshaphat and rules for 8 inglorious and evil years. Judah's king commences his reign by killing all his brothers. It was said of this king of Judah that he walked in the ways of the kings of Israel - this is because his wife was Athaliah, the daughter of Ahab and Jezebel. Edom revolts and sets up their own ruler. A letter comes from the prophet Elijah and strongly rebukes Jehoram and prophesies of the disease which would kill Jehoram - a disgusting sort of dysentery that causes his bowels to fall out after two years of suffering. During this time the Philistines and Arabians invade Judah and ransack the king's house. In 2 Chronicles 22 we read that the people of Judah make Ahaziah, the youngest son of Jehoram, king at the age of 22. Ahaziah is evil like his great grandfather Omri and was no doubt controlled and directed by his mother, Athaliah. King Joram, of Israel, makes war with the Syrians and is seriously wounded. Ahaziah goes to visit his uncle in Jezreel; where he is met and slain by Jehu; whom God had appointed to destroy all of Ahab's offspring. Ahaziah is buried out of respect for Jehoshaphat. Athaliah now takes control of the throne of Judah. Athaliah likewise destroys all the seed Royal in Judah with the exception of Joash, who was hidden in the temple for six years by his faithful aunt Jehoshabeath and her husband the high priest, Jehoiadah. Daniel 3 speaks of Nebuchadnezzar's defiance of the vision presented to him. On the plain of Dura, just outside Babylon, the Chaldean king sets up an image made entirely of gold. The height of this image is about 35 metres and its breadth 3.5 metres - these dimensions suggest it was probably placed on a plinth. All the dignitaries from every province which king Nebuchadnezzar ruled were assembled and commanded to bow down and worship when the orchestra plays. The penalty for disobeying would be to be cast into a fiery furnace. Daniel's 3 friends disobey the king. These three friends were not prepared to submit to the command of a mere mortal man when there was a greater principle at stake - "we ought to obey God rather than man" (Acts 5 verse29). These faithful servants of Yahweh are given a second opportunity to comply. They politely refuse and are cast into the furnace, which was so hot that it kills the officers who cast them into the furnace. The three faithful men walk around in the furnace. The king sees withthem a fourth individual - the angel of God. When they emerge from the furnace they were not even singed, nor could the smell of fire be detected. Nebuchadnezzar is astounded and commands that all of his realm the worship the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego - read aloud verses 28-30 Pause and Ponder. (Daniel must not have been present in Babylon at this time). Acts is Luke's second account - compare Luke 1 verses 1-4 with Acts 1 verses 1-3. Luke 24 closes with Jesus' ascension compare that to account the Acts 1 account which commences with the same event. Luke's first record closes with Jesus praying as he is taken to heaven as does Acts 1. For 40 days Jesus spoke with his disciples of the kingdom of God on earth, as the reconstituted kingdom of Israel. The only question the Apostles had was "Is the time for the kingdom now?" The time, as verse 7 indicates, is known only by Jesus' Father. By AD 96 when the book of Revelation is written Jesus then knew this time. But based on Jesus' commission for them to preach to the entire world it would obviously be some time distant. And following the words of the angels in recorded in verses 9-11 that kingdom would not come until our Lord's return to earth. From verses 12 to 26 a replacement is appointed for Judas, whose behaviour was the subject of prophecy - Psalm 109:8 (in fact it is instructive to read the entire Psalm as it will provide us with an insight as to what motivated Judas). That successor is named as Matthias.

The pick is in! Felipe Vieira (@lipevieira / @felipepvieira) e Deivis Chiodini (@deivischiodini) comentam sobre a semana 8 da NFL. Duração: 50 minutos Redes Sociais TikTok Instagram Twitter Contato Elogios, críticas ou sugestões: contato@ontheclock.com.br. The post Podcast #402 – Prévia da semana 8 first appeared on On The Clock.

En el episodio de hoy de TUDN Podcast, nos sumergimos en el cierre más candente del fútbol mexicano, Cruz Azul se levanta con fuerza y manda un golpe de autoridad al derrotar al América en los días pasados, justo cuando la Liga entra en su etapa decisiva. Pero mientras “La Máquina” acelera, el América tambalea entre lesiones, polémicas y dudas sobre quién debe ser titular: ¿Maximán o Brian Rodríguez?.Además, analizamos cómo Marruecos sorprendió al mundo coronándose campeón sub-20 y por qué podría llegar al título mundial antes que México, el fenómeno imparable de Shohei Ohtani en el béisbol y una charla sin filtros con Mikel Arriola sobre los temas más polémicos del fútbol mexicano: multipropiedad, reglas para menores y la influencia de las televisoras.  Mantente actualizado con lo último de 'TUDN Podcast'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'TUDN Podcast' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.

Dani Blanco analiza toda la actualidad del fútbol con Alfredo Somoza, Luis Colom y Sergio Heras.

1. La calle cada vez más dura; Persona encontrada en llamas y con heridas de bala en Salinas, 2. Además de amenaza de muerte a la gobernadora 3. Anuncian cierre total del Superacueducto; 190,000 clientes se quedarán sin agua4. Airbnb reporta $560M generados durante la residencia de Bad Bunny5. La actividad económica continúa desacelerándose en Puerto Rico6. Donald Trump ha perdido el contacto con la realidad. Y la cosa va a peor. ¿Cuándo reconoceremos lo obvio? Se burla de Puerto Rico otra vez al comenzar video con las polémicas imágenes de cuando tiro papel toalla con JGo y otros, en medio del huracán Maria,7. Marco Rubio y su cuñado narco: la doble moral de EE.UU. en la lucha contra las drogas8. Los caídos de la casa real británica más allá del príncipe Andrés: la lista de los royals ‘proscritos'9. Engavetan planes de una reunión Putin-Trump en Budapest10. La primera mujer en ser primer ministro de Japón, Takaichi se reunirá con Trump la próxima semana para hablar de defensa.11. Rusia reitera su apoyo a Venezuela ante hostilidad de EE.UUEste es un programa independiente y sindicalizado. Esto significa que este programa se produce de manera independiente, pero se transmite de manera sindicalizada, o sea, por las emisoras y cadenas de radio que son más fuertes en sus respectivas regiones. También se transmite por sus plataformas digitales, aplicaciones para dispositivos móviles y redes sociales. Estas emisoras de radio son:1. Cadena WIAC - WYAC 930 AM Cabo Rojo- Mayagüez2. Cadena WIAC – WISA 1390 AM Isabela3. Cadena WIAC – WIAC 740 AM Área norte y zona metropolitana4. WLRP 1460 AM Radio Raíces La voz del Pepino en San Sebastián5. X61 – 610 AM en Patillas6. X61 – 94.3 FM Patillas y todo el sureste7. WPAB 550 AM - Ponce8. ECO 93.1 FM – En todo Puerto Rico9. WOQI 1020 AM – Radio Casa Pueblo desde Adjuntas 10. Mundo Latino PR.com, la emisora web de música tropical y comentarioUna vez sale del aire, el programa queda grabado y está disponible en las plataformas de podcasts tales como Spotify, Soundcloud, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts y otras plataformas https://anchor.fm/sandrarodriguezcottoTambién nos pueden seguir en:REDES SOCIALES: Facebook, X (Twitter), Instagram, Threads, LinkedIn, Tumblr, TikTokBLOG: En Blanco y Negro con Sandra http://enblancoynegromedia.blogspot.comSUSCRIPCIÓN: Substack, plataforma de suscripción de prensa independientehttps://substack.com/@sandrarodriguezcottoOTROS MEDIOS DIGITALES: ¡Ey! Boricua, Revista Seguros. Revista Crónicas y otrosEstas son algunas de las noticias que tenemos hoy En Blanco y Negro con Sandra.

A Consultoria Gratuita de hoje foi um sucesso. Mostrei, com base em ciência, o impacto real da dieta carnívora na saúde intestinal, desmistificando o papel das fibras e dos alimentos industrializados. No final, respondi perguntas e compartilhei dicas práticas para quem busca saúde de verdade. Este conteúdo é informativo e não substitui acompanhamento médico ou nutricional.:::::: Seja Membro e Receba Aulas e Conteúdos Exclusivos :::::https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgeSWvdpxC7Ckc77h_xgmtg/join::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO AÇÚCAR: CULPADO OU INOCENTE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/46yB1fGVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4meAUKZ::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO HÁBITOS ATÔMICOS :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3IAjLwZVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/469tBQm::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UM CAFÉ COM SÊNECA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/43qF9wLVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4mPCNPU::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO INTELIGÊNCIA EMOCIONAL :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3RTj1EIVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/3GJrkk2::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UMA DIETA ALÉM DA MODA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4iWn27lVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4jkHoXM::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO O CÓDIGO DA OBESIDADE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4hlGEQBVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4ikh6Vh::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO A DIETA DA MENTE :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4bnsZHwVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/41a7wwI::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO GORDURA SEM MEDO :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4hH5wTUVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4158Y3r:::: GLICOSÍMETROhttps://amzn.to/3Zy5AhZ:::: GRUPO VIP NO WHATSAPP ::::https://chat.whatsapp.com/L9Los9HHdmP5Pf09O4i7HKEntre em meu Canal do Telegram:https://t.me/canalandreburgosInscreva-se em nosso canalhttp://goo.gl/Ot3z2rSaiba mais sobre o Método Protagonista em: https://escoladoprotagonista.com.br/ofertaPrograma Atletas LowCarb:https://atletaslowcarb.com.br/programa-alc/Me siga no Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/andreburgos/

A live de hoje foi um sucesso. Mostrei como a indústria vende barrinhas de “proteína” que, na verdade, têm quase tanto carboidrato quanto proteína e custam absurdos R$199 o quilo. No final, respondi perguntas e compartilhei dicas práticas que podem mudar a forma como você escolhe seus alimentos e enxerga o que é realmente saudável. Se você ainda não assistiu, corra — esse conteúdo pode evitar que você continue sendo enganado pelo marketing “fit”. Este material é apenas educativo e não substitui acompanhamento médico ou nutricional.:::::: Seja Membro e Receba Aulas e Conteúdos Exclusivos :::::https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgeSWvdpxC7Ckc77h_xgmtg/join::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO AÇÚCAR: CULPADO OU INOCENTE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/46yB1fGVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4meAUKZ::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO HÁBITOS ATÔMICOS :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3IAjLwZVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/469tBQm::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UM CAFÉ COM SÊNECA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/43qF9wLVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4mPCNPU::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO INTELIGÊNCIA EMOCIONAL :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3RTj1EIVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/3GJrkk2::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UMA DIETA ALÉM DA MODA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4iWn27lVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4jkHoXM::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO O CÓDIGO DA OBESIDADE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4hlGEQBVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4ikh6Vh::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO A DIETA DA MENTE :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4bnsZHwVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/41a7wwI::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO GORDURA SEM MEDO :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4hH5wTUVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4158Y3r:::: GLICOSÍMETROhttps://amzn.to/3Zy5AhZ:::: GRUPO VIP NO WHATSAPP ::::https://chat.whatsapp.com/L9Los9HHdmP5Pf09O4i7HKEntre em meu Canal do Telegram:https://t.me/canalandreburgosInscreva-se em nosso canalhttp://goo.gl/Ot3z2rSaiba mais sobre o Método Protagonista em: https://escoladoprotagonista.com.br/ofertaPrograma Atletas LowCarb:https://atletaslowcarb.com.br/programa-alc/Me siga no Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/andreburgos/

Assista à gravação completa do Foto Talks 20x20, o encontro online e gratuito da comunidade Fotograf.IA + C.E.Foto, realizado no dia 20 de outubro de 2025.Durante mais de duas horas, 18 fotógrafos e criadores compartilharam ideias, provocações e experiências em falas curtas e inspiradoras. Cada apresentação seguindo o mesmo formato desafiador, direto ao ponto e inspirador: 20 slides, 20 segundos cada.Um evento leve, humano e criativo, que reuniu diferentes olhares sobre a fotografia, o branding, a tecnologia e o futuro da imagem.

Episodio 766 de Contralínea En Vivo conducido por Anahí Del Ángel y Aníbal García: -Donald Trump: continuidad de la mano dura de EU- Transmisión 21 de enero de 2025 CONTRALÍNEA EN VIVO se transmite de lunes a viernes a partir de las 10:00hrs (hora del centro de México) a través de Facebook live, YouTube y Telegram. La MESA DE ECONOMÍA POLÍTICA se trasmite todos los lunes a partir de las 14:00hrs. Nuestro programa de análisis, AMÉRICA INSUMISA, se trasmite los martes a partir de las 14hrs. AGENDA DE SEGURIDAD NACIONAL es los miércoles a partir de las 14:00hrs Estamos en Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, TikTok, Instagram, Whatsapp y Telegram como Contralínea. Escúchanos en Spotify, Apple Podcast e Ivoox como Contralínea Audio.

From the hills of Dura to the heart of Gaza, Yara moves with conviction, turning care into action. Shaped by loss and love, she leads by example — creating spaces where children can learn, play, and hold onto hope amid uncertainty. As the Deputy Executive Director of The Gaza Children's Village and a volunteer with Wallah We Can, she dedicates herself to nurturing the next generation and opening doors, no matter what new challenge presents itself. In this episode, Yara reflects on the moments that shaped her path and the revolution found in education, resilience, and a better future.Follow us on Instagram: @⁠⁠⁠⁠thirdnarrative⁠⁠⁠⁠ Subscribe to us on Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon.com/ThirdNarrative⁠ ⁠⁠⁠For more info on UTTN, visit ⁠⁠uttn.net⁠⁠ or our ⁠⁠⁠⁠Linktree⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Disclaimer: This episode was recorded on September 28th, 2025. The facts presented in this episode reflect what was known at the time, but new information may have since come to light. Similarly, the opinions expressed by the hosts were shaped by our perspectives at the time of recording and may have evolved as events unfolded. Please note that engagement with our guests does not imply endorsement, and the views expressed by our guests do not necessarily represent our beliefs, either on or off our platform. What has not changed is our commitment to a just and united future.Credits​Hosts / Executive Producers: ⁠⁠Amira Mohammed⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠Ibrahim Abu Ahmad⁠⁠​Associate Producer / Supervising Editor: ⁠⁠Evelyn Uzan⁠⁠​Original Music: ⁠⁠Layan Hawila⁠⁠ – Support her journey as a music therapy student at Berklee​Filming & Editing: ⁠⁠Nissan Film Production⁠⁠​Branding: ⁠⁠Sophie Cooke⁠⁠​Animation: ⁠⁠Santiago Gomez

Nesse episódio, Bruno Carvalho, Edu Aurrai e Felipe Mesquita falam sobre os aumentos absurdos do Xbox Game Pass; a previsão de lançamento da sequência do filme de Minecraft; o sucesso de Battlefield 6 entre os jogadores; Playstation se rendendo às pilhas; e muito mais. Duração: 88 min Comentados: COMPRE O MARS 2120, METROIDVANIA BRASILEIRO: PC (STEAM) PLAYSTATION 4, PLAYSTATION 5 XBOX ONE, XBOX SERIES S|X NINTENDO SWITCH Vídeos: Parasite Mutant - Announce Trailer Threads of Time | TGS 2025 Trailer | Humble Games REAL BOUT FATAL FURY 2: THE NEWCOMERS｜Trailer KIZUNA ENCOUNTER: SUPER TAG BATTLE｜Trailer Blood: Refreshed Supply - Reveal Trailer | Nightdive Studios Assassin's Creed Mirage: Valley of Memory Reveal Stream

Entre la creación de novelas, ensayos y cuentos, László Krasznahorkai (Premio Nobel de Literatura 2025), se las ha arreglado para escribir o coescribir siete guiones de cine. Pero la adaptación realizada por Bela Tarr de su novela "Satantangó" es una de las películas más singulares de la historia. Dura 7 horas y media, y en ella el tiempo, la miseria y la belleza se entrelazan en un extraño tango con el diablo.

Na série de conversas descontraídas com cientistas, chegou a vez da Professora Associada do Instituto Tecnológico da Aeronáutica (ITA), Mestra em Física Aplicada e Doutora PhD em Materiais Eletrônicos, Inventora e Ativista, Sonia Guimarães.Só vem!>> OUÇA (86min 14s)*Naruhodo! é o podcast pra quem tem fome de aprender. Ciência, senso comum, curiosidades, desafios e muito mais. Com o leigo curioso, Ken Fujioka, e o cientista PhD, Altay de Souza.Edição: Reginaldo Cursino.http://naruhodo.b9.com.br*Sonia Guimarães possui graduação em Licenciatura Ciências - Duração Plena pela Universidade Federal de São Carlos, mestrado em Física Aplicada pelo Instituto de Física e Química de São Carlos - Universidade de São Paulo e doutorado (PhD) em Materiais Eletrônicos - The University Of Manchester Institute Of Science And Technology.Atualmente é Professora Associada I do Instituto Tecnológico da Aeronáutica ITA do Departamento de Ciência e Tecnologia Aeroespacial DCTA.Experiência de pesquisa na área de Física Aplicada, com ênfase em Propriedade Eletroóticas de Ligas Semicondutoras Crescidas Epitaxialmente, atuou principalmente nos seguintes temas: crescimento epitaxial de camadas de telureto de chumbo e antimoneto de índio por difusão, processamento, obtenção e caracterização de dispositivos fotocondutores e sensores de radiação infravermelha.Professora de Física Experimental do 1o e 2o anos das engenharias: elétrica, computação, estruturas de aeroportos, mecânica de aviões, aeronáutica e aeroespacial.Tem experiência na área de Ensino de Física aplicando a Metodologia de Aprendizagem Baseada em Problemas/Projetos ABP (PBL em inglês), utilizando as ferramentas computacionais: Tracker, Arduino e Mathematica. E de Ensino de Física Experimental para Engenheiros, com ênfase em ensiná-los a escrever artigos científicos.Palestrante nos temas: incentivo às meninas para optarem por ciências exatas, tecnologias e engenharias em suas carreiras, revolução digital e as profissões do futuro, empreendedorismo, acolhimento, autoconhecimento e foco para alcançar nossos objetivos e realizar nossos sonhos.Luta contra o racismo e discriminação de gênero, e palestras motivacionais para quem está sendo vítima destes crimes.Membra da Associação Brasileira de Pesquisadores Negros - ABPN, Presidenta da Comissão de Justiça, Equidade, Diversidade e Inclusão - JEDI da Sociedade Brasileira de Física - SBF, Conselheira Fundadora da AFROBRAS, ONG mantenedora da Universidade Zumbi dos Palmares, Conselheira do Conselho Municipal Para a Promoção de Igualdade Racial - COMPIR, da prefeitura da cidade de São José dos Campos, Conselheira Editorial da Revista Ensino Superior.T1. PEDIDO DE PATENTE deferido, e CARTA DE PATENTE registrada, portanto além de cientista agora é inventora de técnica de produção sensores de radiação infravermelha.Está na lista das 100 Pessoas Inovadoras da América Latina de 2023, criada pela Bloomberg Línea. Em 2025 se tornou uma das 15 Mulheres mais Poderosas do Brasil, pela revista FORBES.Lattes: http://lattes.cnpq.br/3737671551535600*APOIE O NARUHODO!O Altay e eu temos duas mensagens pra você.A primeira é: muito, muito obrigado pela sua audiência. Sem ela, o Naruhodo sequer teria sentido de existir. Você nos ajuda demais não só quando ouve, mas também quando espalha episódios para familiares, amigos - e, por que não?, inimigos.A segunda mensagem é: existe uma outra forma de apoiar o Naruhodo, a ciência e o pensamento científico - apoiando financeiramente o nosso projeto de podcast semanal independente, que só descansa no recesso do fim de ano.Manter o Naruhodo tem custos e despesas: servidores, domínio, pesquisa, produção, edição, atendimento, tempo... Enfim, muitas coisas para cobrir - e, algumas delas, em dólar.A gente sabe que nem todo mundo pode apoiar financeiramente. E tá tudo bem. Tente mandar um episódio para alguém que você conhece e acha que vai gostar.A gente sabe que alguns podem, mas não mensalmente. E tá tudo bem também. Você pode apoiar quando puder e cancelar quando quiser. O apoio mínimo é de 15 reais e pode ser feito pela plataforma ORELO ou pela plataforma APOIA-SE. Para quem está fora do Brasil, temos até a plataforma PATREON.É isso, gente. Estamos enfrentando um momento importante e você pode ajudar a combater o negacionismo e manter a chama da ciência acesa. Então, fica aqui o nosso convite: apóie o Naruhodo como puder.bit.ly/naruhodo-no-orelo

Faith in the Furnace (Sermon Series on Daniel) - Sunday, 12th October 2025.[Episode 3 - Daniel Chapter 3 (KJV)]1. Nebuchadnezzar makes a Golden image. Daniel 3:1  - Nebuchadnezzar the king made an image of gold, whose height was threescore cubits, and the breadth thereof six cubits: he set it up in the plain of Dura, in the province of Babylon.2. Daniel's friends refuse to worship the image. Daniel 3:16-18 - Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.3 Nebuchadnezzar flies into a rage. Daniel 3:19  Then was Nebuchadnezzar full of fury, and the form of his visage was changed against Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego: therefore he spake, and commanded that they should heat the furnace one seven times more than it was wont to be heated.4. They meet Jesus in the furnace. Daniel 3:24-25  Then Nebuchadnezzar the king was astonied, and rose up in haste, and spake, and said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of 5. Nebuchadnezzar sees that there is no other God who can deliver like this. Daniel 3:28-29  Then Nebuchadnezzar spake, and said, Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who hath sent his angel, and delivered his servants that trusted in him, and have changed the king's word, and yielded their bodies, that they might not serve nor worship any god, except their own God. Therefore I make a decree, That every people, nation, and language, which speak any thing amiss against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, shall be cut in pieces, and their houses shall be made a dunghill: because there is no other God that can deliver after this sort.

Nesta Consultoria Gratuita eu revelei a verdade por trás da alulose — um adoçante que muitos consideram seguro, mas que pode enganar seu cérebro e manter você preso ao ciclo da compulsão. Mostro o que as evidências científicas dizem sobre seus efeitos na glicose e insulina e explico por que o sabor doce, mesmo sem açúcar, pode sabotar seus resultados. Este conteúdo é informativo e não substitui acompanhamento médico ou nutricional.:::::: Seja Membro e Receba Aulas e Conteúdos Exclusivos :::::https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgeSWvdpxC7Ckc77h_xgmtg/join::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO AÇÚCAR: CULPADO OU INOCENTE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/46yB1fGVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4meAUKZ::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO HÁBITOS ATÔMICOS :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3IAjLwZVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/469tBQm::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UM CAFÉ COM SÊNECA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/43qF9wLVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4mPCNPU::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO INTELIGÊNCIA EMOCIONAL :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/3RTj1EIVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/3GJrkk2::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO UMA DIETA ALÉM DA MODA :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4iWn27lVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4jkHoXM::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO O CÓDIGO DA OBESIDADE :::::::Versão capa comum: https://amzn.to/4hlGEQBVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4ikh6Vh::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO A DIETA DA MENTE :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4bnsZHwVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/41a7wwI::::: ONDE COMPRAR O LIVRO GORDURA SEM MEDO :::::::Versão capa Dura: https://amzn.to/4hH5wTUVersão para Kindle: https://amzn.to/4158Y3r:::: GLICOSÍMETROhttps://amzn.to/3Zy5AhZ:::: GRUPO VIP NO WHATSAPP ::::https://chat.whatsapp.com/L9Los9HHdmP5Pf09O4i7HKEntre em meu Canal do Telegram:https://t.me/canalandreburgosInscreva-se em nosso canalhttp://goo.gl/Ot3z2rSaiba mais sobre o Método Protagonista em: https://escoladoprotagonista.com.br/ofertaPrograma Atletas LowCarb:https://atletaslowcarb.com.br/programa-alc/Me siga no Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/andreburgos/

Dura derrota del Barcelona en Sevilla; La polémica entre el Barça y Luis de la Fuente; El Real Madrid recupera el liderato; 'Pinchazo' del Atlético en Vigo.

Dura derrota del Barcelona en Sevilla; La polémica entre el Barça y Luis de la Fuente; El Real Madrid recupera el liderato; 'Pinchazo' del Atlético en Vigo.

Nesse episódio, Edu Aurrai, Felipe Mesquita e Rodrigo Cunha falam sobre a aquisição da Electronic Arts por um grupo de capital privado, liderado pelo PIF da Arábia Saudita; a Tencent acusando a Sony de tentar "monopolizar a cultura" no caso de plágio envolvendo Light of Motiram; os eventos de Kojima, Playstation e Xbox na TGS 2025; e muito mais. Duração: 130 min Comentados: Imagens do logo de Physint da Kojima Productions Poster de Physint da Kojima Productions Poster de Physint da Kojima Productions em outro formato COMPRE O MARS 2120, METROIDVANIA BRASILEIRO: PC (STEAM) PLAYSTATION 4, PLAYSTATION 5 XBOX ONE, XBOX SERIES S|X NINTENDO SWITCH Vídeos: Trailer de Palfarm - Jogo spin-off de Palworld! KOJIMA PRODUCTIONS and Niantic Spatial: A New Dawn DEATH STRANDING MOSQUITO（Working Title）| Teaser Trailer OD - KNOCK Teaser Trailer State of Play | September 24, 2025 Annapurna Direct From Tokyo RGG DIRECT 2025 New VIRTUA FIGHTER Project Tokyo Game Show Special Stage (battle system) [4K] Xbox Tokyo Game Show 2025 Broadcast

Israel ha asaltado, en el mar, la flotilla humanitaria que viajaba a Gaza portando alimentos y medicinas y detenido a sus activistas.

Teníamos varios títulos para este episodio, el final de El Método (Arjona) después de 5 años.Uno era: "¿Cómo es que se llama esta chimbada al fin?".Y otro: "No se vienen cositas".Mejor escogimos uno que dijera nuestra sensación real: No sabemos qué nos faltó, pero comedia no fue. Este no es un adiós, porque los cachetones y cachetonas son una comunidad que por cosas de la coincidencia, se encontraron un podcast muy tonto, básico e infantil, que les ayudó a pasar un rato agradable y lograr olvidar un poco lo serio y problemático que es vivir. Seguimos existiendo, sobre todo en esas conversas que tienen uno con los amigos y  donde uno entran en un trance de tontera (y a la vez mucha inteligencia), donde duele la barriga, y los ojos lloran, y el alma es como liviana. Ahí, recuérdenos, y sonría. Los queremos mucho. PD: Nos seguimos viendo por ahí, en cualquier parte de cachetolandía. Besos.

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La vida de pareja no es para todo el mundo   por eso hay gente que decide no casarse o separarse tras la primera discusión.Sin embargo, hay gente que pasa toda su vida peleando con la pareja y son realmente felices y jamás se separan. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.