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An Earthman and Earthwoman are hurled through worlds within worlds by a diabolical weapon! Beyond Annihilation by Henry Kuttner. That's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.Henry Kuttner has been on the podcast before in episode 82, 9 Kinda Short Sci-Fi Stories which was published on July 13th, 2023. Let's jump in our time machine and spin the dials to April 1939, the publication, Thrilling Wonder Stories, which billed itself as The Magazine of Prophetic Fiction, the story begins on page 37, Beyond Annihilation by Henry Kuttner…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Finding a cause worth dying for is no great trick—the Universe is full of them. Finding one worth living for is the genuine problem! Orphans of the Void by Michael Shaara.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================

A tale of dark science, and the ghastly mystery that enveloped the Spanish doctor's attempts at artificial refrigeration. Cool Air by H. P. Lovecraft. That's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.The story of H. P. Lovecraft is a sad story. He lived a life marked by poverty, and personal loss. His early years were overshadowed by his father's descent into madness, which led to his institutionalization and death. His mother, similarly afflicted with mental illness, was overprotective and instilled in him a sense of fragility and isolation.As a child, Lovecraft was a prodigy, reading and writing at an early age, but frequent illnesses and nervous conditions kept him from completing high school. He lived with his controlling mother and struggled throughout his life with self-doubt.His writing, though prolific, was largely unrecognized during his lifetime, and he was forced to become a ghostwriter just to scrape by.Lovecraft was diagnosed with cancer and was virtually unknown at the time of his death at the age of 46, and though he never achieved fame or financial success in life, his influence on horror and science fiction remains unparalleled.Today's story was published two years after Lovecraft died and appears in the September 1939 issue of Weird Tales Magazine on page 95, Cool Air by H. P. Lovecraft…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, An Earthman and Earthwoman are hurled through worlds within worlds by a diabolical weapon! Beyond Annihilation by Henry Kuttner.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Insatiable Life.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.Curt poked his head out of the cocoon of his sleeping bag to check the thermometer near his bunk. It registered forty-four degrees and dipped lower as he watched. He shivered as he looked over at Eza's bundled form. The poor girl was not taking the temperature inversion well. She shivered and shook beneath the thin padding of her sleep sleeve. He cursed again the short-sighted designers who hadn't taken into account the possible need to build a fire inside the HAB."Kurt?" came a muffled stutter from her olive grab sleeper."Yes?"She poked her face out of the cinched hole, looking like a giant blue faced caterpillar. A beautiful caterpillar."I know you have done all you can with the heat unit," she said, her teeth chattering, "But I am r-r-really cold.""I'm sorry I couldn't do more.""P-p-perhaps you can. I red that in t-t-times of crisis, T-Terrans would huddle together for warmth. Might we t-t-try that?" She knew she would be taking a risk being that close to him, but it was the lesser of two evils.Curt was also hesitant. He didn't trust his body not to betray his lust for her. His cock was already tingling at the thought. But she needed his help, and he couldn't deny those deep green eyes that stared pleadingly at him. So, he agreed, climbing from his sleep sleeve as he began to remove his tunic."W-w-what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the stirring again at the sight of his deliciously tanned flesh."One less layer of clothes. It'll help warm you up faster," he explained."Shall I disrobe as well?"'Hell yes!' his mind screamed but instead he said, "No, that won't be necessary."He climbed into the sleep sleeve beside her and she immediately plastered herself to his side, her arm gripping so hard that it forced the air from his lungs. Wrapping his arm around her, she scooted closer, her heavy tits pressing against his side. Her body felt like it was on fire and for a moment he worried she might be sick with fever. But then he remembered that Venusians have a higher body temp than humans. No wonder she was suffering. Eza buried her face into his neck, pulling him closer still.Her body was racked by uncontrolled spasms, and he rubbed her arms and her back to try to warm her while at the same time trying to ignore the fact that only a thin layer of molyester separated her heavenly skin from his own. But she was making it difficult, her supplely scaled leg wrapping possessively around his. The temp, as well as his manhood, began to rapidly rise inside the sleeve.At length, the tremors subsided, and she relaxed against him with a melodious sigh. Her leg shifted higher, coming dangerously close to grazing his throbbing erection. Now he was trembling but not due to the cold.Eza felt it again, the burning, the desire. Feeling his body against hers, the churning inside her was more than she could bear any longer. Even the moments when she had given in were not enough to truly sate the sensations. She had to tell him. But what would he say? Would he be repulsed by her needs?"Kurt?" she mewed."Yes?""I have a confession to make," she said into his chest, "I have been keeping a secret from you.""It's okay, everyone is entitled to their secrets." Even as he said it, his mind was racing trying to think what it could be. None of the possibilities seemed pleasant."But this is different because it involves you. You see I... I have imprinted upon you.""What does that mean?"She raised herself up onto an elbow to look at him. His face glowed nearly as blue as her own in the light of the twin moons that shone down through the skylight."When a Venusian comes of age, as I have, they imprint upon the person they have chosen as their agrah.""Agrah?"She looked at him sheepishly."Loosely translated it means their... their lover."The face, as well as the mind behind it, showed surprise but before he could speak, she interrupted him."There's more.""More?""As part of the imprinting, a Venusian will develop an empathic connection with their agrah.""And what does that mean?""It means I can feel your emotions." Her eyes burned into his as she leaned in closer, "I know you were watching me by the lake."The Earthling's eyes widened in panic as he tried to explain himself but a Venusian finger to his lips silenced him."I know because I felt you. Your emotions for me were so strong that they...they made me...what is the word..." She stared off as if trying to remember but then her green eyes pierced him with a look that made his stomach do flips, "Horny."Curt lay there, staring blankly with her pointy finger still pressed to his lips. She felt his jumbled emotions: fear, trepidation, uncertainty. But above all she felt the one emotion that she too longed to indulge in: desire."I wish to demonstrate kissing," she said to his stupefied expression. He nodded into her finger. The hand it was attached to, moved to cup his jaw. She could feel his throbbing pulse, it matched the thunder of her own.Their lips coming together once more was like the attraction of two oppositely charged particles. Eza was now the demonstrator, wriggling her supple blue lips against his and he wondered if she had been practicing. Then his eyes shot open and crossed as her snake-like tongue slithered into his mouth. It wrestled with his, coiling and swirling, nearly filling his whole mouth. She literally shoved it down his throat and somehow he managed to resist the urge to cough. When he had first seen it by the lake, he had thought it would feel raspy but instead it was as silky and smooth as a strand of satin. He quivered at the feeling of it and was breathing hard by the time she ended the kiss."Where... did you learn... that?" he gasped."It was under a subheading called: Frenching," she explained. But then her face took on a sad expression, "I am sorry. I know I am not very good at it. I umm!"Curt pulled her into a savage kiss that filled both their minds with a haze of red heat. The sweet metal taste was overwhelming his senses as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body seemed to melt against him as she sighed into his mouth like a harmonica.As the kiss lengthened, their hands and bodies became active. His hands caressed her arms and back, hers groped at his chest and abs. His body writhed beneath her touch while hers moved to straddle him. He felt the burning heat from her loins, she the hardened ridge of his manhood beneath his trousers. His strong hands sought her ass, gently squeezing the rounded humps. She sighed in yet another octave at the feeling, her hips grinding against his. Her lips pulled away, her eyes shining with yearning."Make fuck to me," she pleaded.His smile at her improper grammar only widened further as she sat upright, her webbed hand reaching for the zipper of her tunic. She tugged the faster tantalizingly slow, exposing inch after glorious inch of her blue flesh. Her heavy tits fell free of the garment as she tossed it aside. Her goblets hung before him like twin Christmas ornaments, and he reached for his newly unwrapped gifts.She shivered at his touch. The hands, though roughened and calloused from the work on their ship, nonetheless brushed across her skin like whispers from a feather. They glided across the rounded expanse, kneading the soft flesh like modeling clay. She gasped as he tweaked her plump, blueberry nipples between thumb and forefinger.Leaning forward, she took hold of her tit to aim the dark nib at his pink, receptive lips. They parted, enveloping the gooseflesh of her areola. She sucked in her breath as he began to suckle like a babe, lapping and mouthing the sensitive bud. Compulsively she ground her already damp sex against the buried ridge of his cock as he sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Suddenly his hips thrust as if trying to force his way through their clothes, his hands pulling their loins tightly together.Eza climaxed at the motion and the unbridled emotion she felt from him in that moment. Her hand pulled his head closer to her bosom, her fleshy tit threatening to suffocate him as she let out a snaky hiss between clenched teeth. At last, she released her hold but his respite was short lived as her mouth descended, smothering him with feverish kisses. They pulled away to whisper into his ear."I wish to demonstrating something."Then he felt it. Her serpent tongue flicked out to slither through the conch shaped hollows of his ear. It lapped at the lobe before trailing down the curve of his neck and across his exposed collarbone. He shivered as his traveled across the expanse of his chest, rode the bulges of his abs. Her small hands pulled at the waist of his pants so that her tongue could slink beneath the material to lick the tender flesh just above his pubes. The entire time, her eyes never left his, the stare down only heightening his desire.His cock strained at its confines, threatening to rip the fabric as her hands worked to free it. It sprang to attention immediately, lightly hitting her in the nose and making her giggle. But her smiled faded, replaced with a look of awe at the pillar of flesh before her. She never expected him to be so big. He was a good nine inches, well over the five and three quarters the texts said was the average. He was also thick, her small webbed hand barely fitting around it as she delicately grasped the shaft. It felt as hot and hard as a recently fire beryllium rocket. Though she felt unsure of herself, this being her first time with any male, she couldn't help the rush of heat to her loins at the thought that Curt would soon be inside of her, filling her up, splitting her like a piece of du'Nar wood. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes that peered down at her with uninhibited desire, she opened her mouth as if she were about to bite into an apple.Her blueberry lips closed around the red delicious of his head and Curt gasped. Her lips were like satin as she slowly worked them across his mushroom shaped head. Her green eyes never left his face, wanting to gauge his reactions. The look of lust in them added to the feel of her lips on his cock. Emboldened by his whimpers of pleasure, she began to suck harder, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke. Her purple curls swayed with the motions of her gently bobbing head.All at once she stopped, his cock head still in her mouth. He at first thought something was wrong but then he felt it: her tongue coiling around the head like an anaconda with its prey. He shivered at the new sensation of his cock being gripped in such a way as her lips resumed their sucking. He saw (and felt) the tongue slither out past her lips to twist and twirl down his length. He couldn't breathe, could only stare at her as she did things to his cock that no Terran girl, no matter how tongue twistingly talented, could ever do. He was shaking by the time her dark python released its victim."Was that acceptable?" she asked eagerly."Where the fuck did you learn that?!"Her face darkened with a look of guilt."My-my roommate at the Academy. She used to entertain many Terran males. One night while she thought I was asleep, she brought a man to our dorm. I-I watched her do that to him before they copulated."Curt's eyebrow shot up in surprise. 'This Venusian vixen is just full of surprises,' he thought."My, my. Aren't you a dirty girl.""I am not dirty," she said indignantly, "I am very hygienic.""That's not what that...Never mind.""Do you wish that I should continue?" she asked, going back to the subject still in her hand."Actually, I have a better idea.""What?""This roommate. Did the man she was with put his head between her legs by any chance?""Yes, he seemed to be trying to consume her.""Well, Lieutenant," he said with a mischievous grin, "Prepared to be consumed."He saw her eyes widened as she gulped.Eza was hesitant about her pending consumption, the almost painfully cries of her roommate fresh in her mind but she allowed herself to be laid down. The fact that Curt was eying her body like a buffet did not help her apprehension. But then he leaned down to kiss her gently, tenderly. She relaxed into the kiss, his lips melting away the tension but at the same time stoking up a fire of anticipation deep within her. His lips broke away to travel down her body. Though it was much shorter than hers, it nevertheless sent tingles through her as he wove lazy circles and trails down the nape of her neck, across the pointed domes of her tits, down the slope of her navel free belly. She lifted her legs so that he could remove her already soaked shorts.Her smell hit him hard, filling his lungs and driving his desire to a new level. Her legs parted, causing her indigo flower to blossom. Her breathing was shallow, her legs trembling as he ran kisses up and down her inner thighs. Her body seized, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her at his lips found her core.Her dark blue lips almost burned his tongue, they felt so hot but he would rather risk injury than remove it from their heavenly silkiness. Her scent as intoxicating, her taste luxurious. It dawned on him as he felt her body quaking that his were the first lips to taste her and he set out to make her first tonguing one for the ages.He lipped her folds, lapped at her metal flavored fluids as they flowed from her. Spreading her vulva to expose more of her lavender love tunnel, he plunged his tongue into her petals, wriggling it like a hungry bumble bee.The Venusian began to make sounds that could only be described as yodeling modulated through a Theremin, her moans of pleasure changing octave several times. He sought her clit and found that she had not one but two pointed nubs, one in front of the other. His tongue made figure eights around the twin pips, his lips slurping the dark pearls of her Venus clam.Eza cried out as she came, her hand seizing his head to pull his face deeper. Her juices drowned him and he gulped them greedily, the excess spilling down his chin. She writhed, stretched and sang as he lustfully devoured her. She would later tell him that the orgasms he evoked in her had been intensified by her feeling his strong desire to pleasure her.A massive orgasm grabbed hold, contorting her body into a near fetal position. She collapsed back, gasping for breath, her tits heaving.He climbed atop her and her lips were aflame as they sought his, her hands pulling him closer. He raised himself on strong, sinewy arms, his dark eyes filled with desire, an emotion he broadcast like a thousand-watt transmitter. She felt the heated tip of his cock at her entrance. She wanted him inside of her so badly but suddenly she felt hesitant, almost ashamed."Kurt?""Yes?""I-I haven't...I mean... this is my first... time.""I kinda figured as much.""Is that acceptable?""Only if you are okay with me being your first."The look she gave told him the answer to that. Without another word, he slowly began to ease himself inside her. Pain shot through her as muscles stretched and fibers tore. She wanted this more than anything but could not hide the look of pain on her face as her eyes scrunched shut. He stopped."You, okay?""Y-yes," she breathed."Should I stop?""No!" she nearly shouted, her eyes flying open and locking with his. Then more gently, "No, please keep going."Curt was hesitant now. He was barely inside of her and she was already incredibly tight. He worried they might not be physically compatible and as much as he wanted to make love to her, he also didn't want to cause her any undo harm.Eza felt his empathy and concern for her. It made her heart valve swell, made her desire him even more.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Surviving a Crash.Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.Memories of the crash began to surface. The red-hot flames of reentry, the flaring of the landing jets, the rushing up of the ground. His hands still felt the heavy shuddering of the yoke, his ears still heard the terrible sounds of rending and tearing metal as they struck. Despite his best efforts, they had come in too fast and at too sharp an angle. The last thing he recalled before darkness was the lieutenant reaching to hold his hand.He turned his head and pain shot up his neck. His whole spine felt compressed from the violent bouncing as their ship had skipped like a stone. The Venusian was unconscious, her head flopped forward. The loose strands of purple that hide her face were turned an eerie black and he couldn't tell if she was breathing. When he took a deep breath of his own, he began violently coughing.All at once his mind realized the danger. The smell was the fire suppression system, designed to prevent the rocket from blowing up in the event of a crash. He had to get them out of there, the gas could be lethal if breathed in for too long.Slapping his harness release, he stood up wearily. His body ached, particularly the areas where the straps had covered him. He released LuNar from her seat and lifted her small frame over his shoulder. Her body was limp but still warm. He hoped it was a good sign as he carried her to the exit, snatching an Aid kit from the wall with his free hand, the other wrapped around her slender thighs.Lifting the cover, he punched the emergency hatch button, air hissing as the door fell open. Harsh sunlight streaked inside, forcing him to shield his eyes. He clamored through the hatch with his burden and stood on a raise mound of dirt to look around.They were in the middle of a green rolling plain, the undulating hills carpeted with waist high savannah grasses and dotting with scraggily trees here and there. The hot sun of CarterD2007 burned overhead as Cockman looked towards the direction they had come in from. A huge groove was dug into the dark earth, stretching for hundreds of feet towards the horizon. Small brush fires burned and smoldered, trees along the giant runt were sheared in half by tritanium wings. Parts of the ship littered the ground, their shiny metal surfaces glinting in the sunlight.He spotted a small clump of trees about fifty meters away. They looked as good a place as any, so he moved towards them at a brisk pace, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. They needed a place to wait, not only for the suppression gas to dissipate but also due to the still slight risk of explosion. He found a clearing under one of the trees, its coniferous leaves shielding the blistering sun.He lay LuNar down gently, supporting her head. Unzipping her tunic, he felt for a pulse at the neck. There was no pulse. Panic gripped him as he remembered he'd barely passed his Venusian Anatomy course. Taking a chance, he placed his ear to her upper left tit, his face turned away from hers. He relaxed as he was rewarded with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as well as her shallow but steady breathing. He also couldn't help but notice how soft her tit felt against his cheek."Cadet Cockman?!"Her shout resounded through his skull as his head jerked up. She had an appalled look on her face."I-I-I was checking your heart!" he stammered, leaning away from her chest as she sat up."I bet you were," she said hotly, eying his crotch with a look of suspicion in her eyes. He looked down and to his dismay found his fly was open. She curtly zipped up her top and seemed to swoon. He noticed a cut on her forehead, a bead of greenish blood trickling down. She attempted to stand but he placed a restraining hand on her shoulder."Easy, Lieutenant, Easy.""I am not easy!" she howled, slapping his hand away. First the boob thing, now this. He only seemed to be making her more and more angry.'Perhaps Venusians don't like to be touched,' he wondered to himself. But she needed medical attention, cultural differences be damned."Ma'am, you're hurt, let me help you," he pleaded, reaching into the Aid kit for antiseptic and gauze. She eyed him warily but at last relented. He delicately dabbed at the cut. It wasn't very deep so she wouldn't need sutures. He removed the backing from a plastic-bandage and gingerly placed it over the cut."There, all better," he said, looking her in the eyes. Again, she seemed to calm down immediately as she spoke."Now it is your turn.""What?"She gestured to his left arm. There was a large tear in the uniform across the bicep, the edges already soaked through with blood. He'd been so worried about her that he hadn't even realized he was injured. He realized it now, though, as he painfully removed his tunic, peeling the sticky sleeve away from the wound. The gash was deep but thankfully the blood had already clotted. Lieutenant  LuNar dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth. It hurt like the devil and he reflexively jerked away."Hold still," she commanded, gripping the elbow."Sorry, it just hurts," he whined."Don't be such a chimNar," she scolded."What's a chimNar?""I believe you Terrans call it an in-fant," she stated as she cleaned up his arm. The offended Earthling scowled as he watched her deft fingers apply auto-sutures, wincing as they pulled the wound tightly shut. She sprayed the area with liqui-seal and wrapped the arm in an elastic compress. Lastly, she injected a dose of Omni-biotic into his deltoid with a hypo-spray, giving herself a dose in the neck for good measure."Where'd you learn the Nurse Nightingale routine?" he wondered aloud, flexing the arm. The painkillers were already working."I was first in my field medic class at the Academy," she said proudly, puffing up her chest. Cockman had to restrain his eyes from flickering to the movement."Well, thanks for the patch up.""So I take it we crashed?" she asked, seemingly ignoring his gratitude.'Damn, not even so much as a thank you,' he thought ruefully, 'Stuck up much, lady?'"Unfortunately, Ma'am," he answered as he stood up, replacing his tunic but leaving it unzipped. He then helped her to her feet, "It should be alright to head back for supplies."They moved towards the downed craft, Cockman in the lead. As they came closer, LuNar stopped suddenly, staring towards the cockpit. Thinking she had seen something; he followed her gaze and it took him a moment to realize she was staring with loathing at the Pinup portrait. It was another survivor, her scantily clad blue skin nearly free of blemishes.At last, LuNar huffed, held her head high and stoically strode past Cockman and into the ship. The Earthman cast one last glance at the vulgar Venusian before he too boarded.Feeling TerribleThey spent the rest of the day, which the records they had consulted before the crash said were approximately twenty-six Earth hours, salvaging what supplies they could. The HAB unit was first and was thankfully pretty idiot-proof. It was a self-contained unit that with the simple push of a button would unfurl into a plasticine igloo twenty feet in diameter. They cleared a space for it near the ship and filled it with other essentials. Rations, sleep sleeves, inflatable mattresses, a couple of Zapper pistols, an AC/heat unit; all of it found a home in the small space. The last thing Cockman brought in was a portable, battery powered sub-space radio.With their shelter secure, the next issue was finding a source of water. Luckily, a scout of the area found a pond nearby and a spectro-analysis found the water potable. The pair bedded down for the night, thoroughly exhausted.Eza awoke the next morning feeling terrible, her body aching and throat irritated from the suppressive gas they'd breathed the day before. She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling as she thought about the strange dream she'd had. She could not recall the specifics except that it had involved Cadet Cockman and was very pleasant. She looked over at his bunk and became concerned when she saw he was not there, his sleep sleeve neatly rolled up.'Why did he not tell me he was leaving the HAB,' she wondered. It was protocol after all. She saw that he had taken one of the Zapper pistols and she rose to strap the bulbous pistol in a holster that hung low on her wide hips. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight which was already heating up the landscape considerably.She spotted him elbows deep in the manifold of the ship. He appeared to have been up for hours working and as he stood erect, Eza noticed that he was shirtless. His well-defined muscles rippled and flexed as his stretched, absently scratching at his wounded arm. She suddenly felt flush as he bent over once more, his ass shifting in the tight confines of his trousers. Realizing she was staring, she turned away to head back inside when all at once she saw it.Where once had been a disgraceful depiction of a half-naked Venusian was now a large swath of black paint. He had taken the time out to cover the offensive image. Her gaze fell upon him and the rush hit her once more. It was a deep, primal, carnal sensation.'No, not now. Not him,' she thought with a mix of excitement and distress. Her breathing grew laborious as she watched him, a fire beginning to smolder in her core. She fought down the urge as she watched him lay down on his back under the canopy, sweat dribbling down the channels of his chest and abs.He noticed her and waved. Her breath caught in her throat as the wave surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She darted back inside, leaning heavily against the interior wall, trying desperately to clamp down on the urge, her loins ablaze. She had felt this before but now it was much more intense. She had to be careful or he might find out.RationsCadet Cockman was getting the distinct impression that Lieutenant  LuNar was ignoring him. Truth be told she was but not for the reason he was thinking. They had spent their second day on planet separately. He busied himself with work on the ship while she had stayed in the HAB, reading her holopad which had also survived the crash.Now it was evening, and they sat on their bunks eating their assigned rations. Cockman shoveled another spoonful of glop into his mouth that the label claimed was tuna noodle surprise, the surprise being it was moderately palatable despite looking like Martian yak barf. LuNar, meanwhile, was eating what looked like split-pea soup out of a collapsible, self-heating bowl. She had her back to him, just like she had done each time he was in the room with her. He was starting to feel like he had committed some egregious intergalactic faux pas when she finally put down her bowl and turned to him."Cadet, I wish to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were only trying to help, and I should not have gotten angry with you.""Think nothing of it, Ma'am," he replied, swallowing another bit of mystery meat, "But in the interests of avoiding a repeat, might I ask what it was I said or did that upset you?""It was not you, it was me. I should not let some stupid nickname both..."She looked away as if suddenly realizing she'd said too much. Now his interest was thoroughly piqued."Nickname, Ma'am?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He heard her sigh, the tone sounding like a violin string."It is from my Academy days. During my sophomore year, a Terran boy wished to court me, but I had politely declined. He then spread the rumor that Venusian females are promiscuous. So, they started to call me Easy LuNar."Cockman frowned sympathetically. He understood where she was coming from, with a name like Cockman, you learn to expect the dick jokes. He also felt sorry for her. She was an intelligent, dedicated, not to mention exceedingly beautiful woman and did not deserve the ridicule of some callous, sex-hungry asshole."I think Eza is a nice name," he said and found he genuinely meant it."Thank you, Cadet.""Curt. Just call me Curt.""Okay, Kurt," she trilled. Then she smiled for the first time and his heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. The smile widened as she added, "I think that is a nice name as well."Staring at the HolopadOn the morning of the fifth day, Curt awoke to find Eza sitting up in her bed and staring at her holopad with a look of sadness on her blue face. There were tears in her eyes and when she noticed him watching, she hurriedly put away the pad. She turned to wipe away the tears, explaining that she was just not feeling well that day as she headed outside intent upon some nonsensical errand. For some reason the excuse worried him, namely because he knew that Venusians rarely, if ever, got sick.While she was away, Curt stole a peek at her holopad. It was wrong for him to pry into her personal life, but they were in this together. To survive, they both needed to be at the top of their game, not bogged down in depression. Yet what he found now left him feeling hollow. There on the screen, just as she had left it, was the image of a handsome blue skinned Venusian male.'Her lover,' he surmised, feeling a pang of jealously but immediately chiding himself for it. It made no sense for him to feel that way since he barely knew her and yet the feeling was still there. He also realized his first impressions of her had been all wrong. She wasn't some uptight, bossy, know it all. She was a vibrant, feeling woman and she was homesick.Looking again at the picture, he suddenly felt the need to make her feel better about their predicament.She avoided him most of that day and it wasn't until that evening when she sat staring at her holopad once more that he saw his opening. He spoke up, trying not to sound too gruff and unfeeling."You miss your family, huh?" he asked. She seemed hesitant to respond. Perhaps it was another Venusian taboo."Yes," she said at last, sighing."Anyone in particular?" he asked, secretly dreading the answer."My brother, Edrin," she said, showing him the picture. She was curious about the seeming look of relief on the Earthling's face."Don't worry, we will get you home to him," he assured her."Yes, but not in time.""In time for what?""My hatch date.""Is that anything like a birthday?""Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that unlike her kind, Terrans gave live birth."When is it?""Tomorrow.""Is it wrong for me to ask how old you'll be?""Not at all. Let me think...Venus has a shorter yagra," she said, using the Venusian equivalent for years, "So, eighteen Earth years."Curt was dumbfounded. She seemed so mature, was even a higher rank than him and yet she was barely legal. A thought also occurred to him, but he kept it to himself. He already had everything he needed for it."Well, if it's any consolation, I'd like to wish you a Happy Hatch date.""Thank you, Kurt," she replied, once more tripping over his name.He waited until she fell asleep, then set about on his self-imposed task.The next morning, Eza awoke, feeling depressed knowing that today was her hatch date but that she could not be with her family to celebrate. She especially missed her broodmate, Edrin. As she sat up, she felt her hand brush something hard. She was surprised when she saw what lay on her bed.It was a wood burned etching of Edrin on a piece of stiff bark. The likeness was decent for free hand and she realized with amazement that Curt must have spent all night long on it with only a laser bolt remover to work it. She looked over at him on his bunk.The morning sunlight shone down through the skylight of the dome, alighting upon his handsome face as he slept and she smiled as the stirring swelled once more within her. She realized with satisfaction that she was no longer averse to the feeling.She wanted him.Customs and PracticesThere seemed to be a shift in their dynamic. No longer were they superior and subordinate. They treated each other as equals, though they kept to themselves for the most part. Eza also seemed out of her funk, literally letting her hair down. She began wearing it unencumbered, the long purple locks cascading down in loose ribbons and curls. The change only added to her alien beauty and Curt was finding it harder and harder to concentrate when she was around.Just like now. It was the heat of the day, and he was trying to nap on his bunk. Try as he might, though, he just couldn't help glancing her way every few minutes. She sat on her bunk with her back to him, her feet tucked under her bottom. He could still see her face in profile, the text on the holopad in her lap reflected in her deep green eyes. A smile threatened to curl the edges of her lips. He stared at her hair, imagining running his fingers through it as he kissed her dark, ripe mouth. His eyes traced the sinuous curves of her back, settling on the round bulge of her ass. Her hand seemed to tremble as her fingers scrolled the text. He'd had enough, his curiosity aroused more so than his manhood.

Mike and Mike continue their quest for the worst films ever made. An alien Overlord plans to blow up the Earth but first, he snatches and proposes to marry an Earthman's wife. Dick and Marge Save the World. Boldy going where no parents have gone before.

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2+ Hours of  Drama First a look at this day in History.Then Satan's Waitin, originally broadcast July 25, 1950, 74 years ago, Paintings of Death.  Satan himself tells the story about a cheating wife and her wealthy husband. He wants a divorce and offers her the house and a lot of money, if her lover will marry her within six months. Followed by Counterspy starring Don McLaughlin and Mandel Kramer, originally broadcast July 25, 1945, 79 years ago, The Case of the Dog of Dynamite.  The former commander of all Gestapo agents in Spain plans to enter a U.S. government laboratory working on very valuable "bugs."Then Escape, originally broadcast July 25, 1951, 73 years ago, The Earthman starring Parley Baer. A Ray Bradbury sci-fi story about the strange reception accorded the first Earthmen on Mars. Followed by Nelson Olmsted Playhouse, originally broadcast July 25, 1946, 78 years ago, Elementals.  An adaptation of the Stephen Vincent Benét story about the human desire for comfort and luxury.Finally Superman, originally broadcast July 25, 1941, 83 years ago, Dr  Roebling and The Voice Machine.  Returning from the north woods, Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen meet Dr. Roebling on the train to Metropolis. Dr. Roebling has invented a valuable new device, but he's been threatened and denies his own identity! The start of a new adventure. Bud Collyer as Superman and Clark Kent, with Jackie Kelk as Jimmy Olsen.Thanks to Robert for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamIf you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old time radio shows 24 hours a day. 

“You ask us of Mars for a weapon to save your world. We have it–but it is not for you Earthman. Men may die and planets perish, but we break not the law of the universe–Every civilization must work out its own destiny!” The Weapon by Isaac Asimov, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.When we started The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast a little over two years ago we had no idea what to expect, would anybody listen? Would anybody care? That's why you're overwhelming worldwide support means so much to us.Curious Jon showed his support by buying us 3 coffees. Thanks Curious Jon. If you would like to buy us a coffee there's a link in the description. ☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsVWe get more requests for today's author than anybody else. He was 18 years old when he wrote this story in 1938, it wasn't published until 1942, under a pseudonym. Perhaps because he used a pseudonym he forgot that this story was ever published and so, assuming it had been rejected and believing he no longer had a copy of it he didn't include it in a collection of his earliest stories in 1972. In that book he listed today's story among the eleven of his short stories that has been lost forever.Seven years later in 1979 while writing the first volume of his autobiography he came across an entry in his diary that reminded him that the story had indeed been published.This story truly is “lost sci-fi”. From the pages of Super Science Stories in May 1942, let's turn to page 115. H. B. Ogden was credited in the publication with having written this story, but we know that it was really written by a legendary sci-fi author, The Weapon by Isaac Asimov…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, To the mighty lords of infinity he sent a burning message–“You can deny a man everything–everything but his heritage… the stars!” Outcast of the Stars by Ray Bradbury.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================

Cordovir and Hum encounter a mysterious metallic object balancing on fire! As they debate its origins, a chilling realization sets in: what lurks inside could challenge everything they know about morality and truth. The Monsters by Robert Sheckley, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.Thanks to our thousands of listeners who listen on Spotify where we have 191 ratings with an average rating of 4.9.After listening to “The Magnificent Possession by Isaac Asimov”, Arthur Carroll says, “Loved it! Thank you!” Thank you Arthur!Commenting on “The Elephant Circuit” MAS2 says, “When Heinlein was on a roll his measured words flow as prose poems. This is art.” We agree, thanks for your comment and thanks for listening.Commenting on “Message From Mars” by Clifford D. Simak Spotify user “My collection” had this to say, “Excellent story and excellent reading. Thank you.” We appreciate your comment!After listening to “The Star Mouse by Fredric Brown” AnitaB had this to say, “A very nicely told story, a pleasant voice to listen to. I like that the professor has an accent.” Thank you AnitaB. We appreciate your comments and ratings on Spotify.Robert Sheckley is one of our favorite authors and there are more of his stories on the way. Today we go back in time 71 years to the March 1953 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction where we will discover that things are not always as they appear. Turn to page 15, The Monsters by Robert Sheckley…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, “You ask us of Mars for a weapon to save your world. We have it–but it is not for you Earthman. Men may die and planets perish, but we break not the law of the universe–Every civilization must work out its own destiny!” The Weapon by Isaac Asimov.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================

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Carthule was not the Earthman's god, but Carthule protected him while he was a guest in the temple—even if he tore the temple down! The Guest Rites by Robert Silverberg, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, with at least one lost vintage sci-fi short story in every episode. Our latest 5-star rating and review was posted on Apple Podcasts Canada. Sgt. Spiff says, “A treasure trove of classic Sci-Fi! You could spend a lot of time hunting around various podcasts for a smattering of classic takes, or you could just subscribe to this one and get it all in one place! This podcast provides a rich and well-curated collection of stories from well-known and lesser-known authors. All of them expertly introduced, narrated, and produced. This collection holds its own against the efforts of sci-fi editing luminaries like Neil Clarke. Thank you for such an incredible array of stories. Keep them coming!” Thank you, Sgt. Spiff, for that rousing review. Your reviews make a difference and, if you think we deserve it, we would appreciate it if you would give us a 5 star rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Special thanks to Johnathan G who bought us another cup of coffee. There's a link in the description if you'd like to buy us a coffee and support us that way.Support the show - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV Merch - https://lostscifi.creator-spring.com/ Sign up for our newsletterhttps://dashboard.mailerlite.com/forms/266431/102592606683269000/share We received many comments and emails regarding last week's episode by Murray Leinster featuring the memorable character, Bud Gregory. Gregory appeared a total of 4 times in Thrilling Wonder Stories and, thanks to your response, Bud Gregory will be back on the podcast. It's no secret we are fans of author Robert Silverberg, he's back today with a story from Infinity Science Fiction Magazine in February 1957. Our story can be found on page 112, The Guest Rites by Robert Silverberg… In two days on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, A ten-year-old boy grows up fast when history catches up with the human race. Tony and the Beetles by Philip K. Dick. That's in two days on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Trying to connect hillbilly Bud Gregory with the atomic dust destroying America was like joining simple math and nuclear physics, but Dr. Murfree found the answer! The Gregory Circle by Murray Leinster, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, with at least one lost vintage sci-fi short story in every episode.Support the show - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV Merch - https://lostscifi.creator-spring.com/ Sign up for our newsletterhttps://dashboard.mailerlite.com/forms/266431/102592606683269000/share We are thankful for all our listeners, and we love to hear from you. We received this comment on YouTube, “Hi there, my name is Bernhard. I live in Amsterdam. From my youth I am crazy about scifi. Every night before I go to sleep, switch the pc on, listen to your great voice, and fantastic stories. Thanks a lot, keep it coming! Bless you!” Thank you, Bernhard, for listening to us and for your comment. If you have something to say, send us an email, scott@lostscifi.com. We would love to hear from you! Sometimes an author likes a character he or she creates so much that they continue to use them in story after story. Such is the case with Murray Leinster's use of the fictional character Bud Gregory, who appeared 3 times in Thrilling Wonder Stories Magazine in 1947 and again in 1948. From the April 1947 issue of Thrilling Wonder Stories Magazine let's turn to page 50 for The Gregory Circle by Murray Leinster… Next week on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Carthule was not the Earthman's god, but Carthule protected him while he was a guest in the temple—even if he tore the temple down! The Guest Rites by Robert Silverberg. That's next week on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

"Princess of Mars" is a science fiction novel written by Edgar Rice Burroughs and first published in 1912. It is the first book in the Barsoom series and is known for its imaginative portrayal of an alien world, adventure, and romance. Here's an overview and analysis of "Princess of Mars":Plot Summary: The story is set in the late 19th century and centers around the protagonist, John Carter, a former Confederate soldier who finds himself mysteriously transported to the planet Mars, known to its inhabitants as Barsoom. On Barsoom, Carter's Earthly physique gives him superhuman strength and agility due to the lower gravity. He soon becomes embroiled in the planet's conflicts.Carter becomes involved in a complex Martian political landscape. He encounters various alien races, including the Tharks (a four-armed, green-skinned species), and the Red Martians, which includes the titular "Princess of Mars," Dejah Thoris. Carter and Dejah Thoris fall in love, and their relationship is central to the story.Themes:Adventure and Romance: "Princess of Mars" is a classic adventure tale with elements of romance. It combines action, daring exploits, and a passionate love story between John Carter and Dejah Thoris.Sword and Planet: The novel belongs to the subgenre of science fiction known as "Sword and Planet," characterized by stories that feature adventures on other planets with a focus on swashbuckling and swordplay. It often includes interactions between human and alien civilizations.Stranger in a Strange Land: Carter's journey to Mars and his efforts to adapt to a new culture, as well as his efforts to rescue Dejah Thoris, reflect the classic theme of "stranger in a strange land," where the protagonist is thrust into an unfamiliar world and must navigate its challenges.Style: Edgar Rice Burroughs' writing style is straightforward and action-oriented, making it accessible and engaging for readers. He creates a vivid and imaginative world on Mars with unique and diverse cultures and species.Impact: "Princess of Mars" is considered a classic of early 20th-century science fiction and has had a significant influence on the genre. It was one of the earliest works to introduce the concept of an Earthman transported to an alien world and has inspired countless later works, including the space opera genre. The character of John Carter has become an iconic figure in science fiction and popular culture.The Barsoom series, which includes eleven novels, remains popular among fans of classic science fiction and planetary romance. It's worth noting that while the storytelling and imagination in these novels are celebrated, they do reflect the sensibilities of their time, including elements that might be considered dated or problematic by contemporary standards."Princess of Mars" is a captivating and imaginative tale that combines adventure and romance in an otherworldly setting, making it a significant work in the history of science fiction literature.

Enright was coming home, which should have been good, since he was the first Earthman ever to go faster than light. But when he'd been gone eighteen months in a ship that was supplied for only ten days, the authorities were just a trifle curious...Home is the Spaceman by George O. Smith, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, with at least one lost vintage sci-fi short story in every episode. Support the show - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV Another 5-star review on Apple Podcasts, this review was written by Proenker, “Awesome Podcast. I enjoy all your amazing stories so much. It's great to hear so many classic tales. Thanks for all the great content.” Thank you Proenker! We'd love it if you give us a 5-star rating and review on Apple Podcasts, if you think we deserve it. And another email, this one from Juan, “Excellent podcast. Would love to hear more of Asimov's stories, or other authors with similar easy and enjoyable style. Also, looking forward to the upcoming stories for this month.” Thanks Juan, and you'll be happy to know there's more Asimov on the way soon. We love hearing from you, you can email us at scott@lostscifi.com. George O. Smith is another of those authors that most people have never heard of. When I first stumbled upon Mr. Smith I liked his work so here he is. George Oliver Smith, born in Chicago in 1911 was a consistent contributor to Astounding Science Fiction during the Golden Age of Science Fiction of the 1940s. His collaboration with the magazine's editor, John W. Campbell, Jr. was interrupted when Campbell's first wife, Doña, left him in 1949 and married Smith. Yea, that tends to mess up a relationship between friends. He wrote about 70 short stories and novels, most of them in the 1940s and 50s.  Today marks the beginning of several stories written by George O. Smith that you will hear, here on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast. Open the pages of Rocket Stories magazine, a publication that debuted in April 1953 and disappeared three issues later after the September 53 issue. The 2nd issue which came out in July gave us the story you're about to hear. Turn with me to page 50 for, Home is the Spaceman by George O. Smith… Tomorrow on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Alone, accursed, he set out on the long, dark voyage to the forbidden gateway to worlds beyond life itself—restless forever with an ultimate knowledge, possessing which no man could die! The Call From Beyond by Clifford D. Simak. That's tomorrow on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast. Support the show

Everybody hated the mutant children born near the radiation lab. Hush it up, Washington had directed. So Gretry was sent to dispose of–The Crawlers by Philip K. Dick, that's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, with at least one lost vintage sci-fi short story in every episode. Support the show - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV Our story today, written by master storyteller Philip K. Dick is a little creepy and a little sad. Radiation labs were causing terrible human mutations. Was this the end of mankind? Turn to page 94 in the July 1954 issue of Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy forThe Crawlers by Philip K. Dick… Tomorrow on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Enright was coming home, which should have beengood, since he was the first Earthman ever to gofaster than light. But when he'd been gone eighteen months in a ship that was supplied for only ten days, the authorities were just a trifle curious... Home is the Spaceman by George O. Smith.  That's tomorrow on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast. Support the show

Last time I remember writing about Varda co-founder and Founders Fund partner Delian Asparouhov, I was giving him a hard time about his subdued impromptu Clubhouse run-in with then San Francisco District Attorney Chesa Boudin who he'd been flaming on Twitter.But since then, Asparouhov has mellowed out online. When I texted him after our podcast recording session and mentioned that his Founders Fund colleague Mike Solana was sassing me on Elon Musk's social networking platform, Asparouhov wrote back, “Bro I'm tryna do 3 jobs over here. I don't have time to pay attention to what Solana is up to.”Besides Varda and Founders Fund, I wondered what the third job was.He texted me back, “Fatherhood.”On the latest episode of the Newcomer podcast Asparouhov and I covered a lot of ground. We talked about Varda's satellite mission and its ambitions to manufacture in space. We discussed SpaceX's reusable rocket and the media conversation around Starship's explosion. Asparouhov mused about UFOs and missions to Mars. It was a wide-ranging conversation about space and technology.The conversation started off digging into Varda's excited research into LK-99.Varda ran an experiment which they initially thought might show verification of room temperature semiconductors.By the time we recorded our conversation, you could tell Asparouhov was more muted about Varda's findings.Later he tweeted, “alas, the rocks we made floated due to iron impurities.”Highlighted ExcerptsThe transcript has been edited for clarity.Eric: What is Varda's focus at the moment?Delian: Our goal is to take some of the research that's been shown on the International Space Station to have a ton of promise in terms of, as we've been talking about, solid state formulation. It turns out solid state formulation is significantly affected by gravity - that may also be true in superconductors. So one day down the line, if somebody does discover these formulations and they're showing issues that we think gravity could actually solve, there's a world where Varda flies a superconductor. You know, four or five years, definitely not anytime soon, given that the biopharma side is so much more preserved currently.Eric: I'm gonna be dumb again. To me, solid state is like hard drives. Is that what you mean by solid state formulation?Delian: If you look at what's happening both in superconductors and what we do in the pharma world, you're taking things that start as very fine grain powders or liquids and making solid state crystalline versions of them. In the pharma world that ends up looking like a little bit of table salt that you take, and it turns out that thing actually has drug cancer molecules and mRNA molecules. In the world of superconductors, it turns into these things that look like, I mean you've seen them on Twitter, they look like these kind of weird half ceramic, half metal objects. So solid state is just the form of the matter. Solid state in particular typically means a larger crystalline lattice structure, not just individual small molecules.Eric: The whole story of milestones you're talking about, what would be viable, reminds me of the SpaceX experience. Where a few months ago one of their rockets blew up. It's so hard as a layperson, even when cheering these things on, to know as an external observer what signs show the company's on track. What was your reaction to media like The New York Times framing the SpaceX explosion super negatively?Delian: I think the layman's view, particularly The New York Times, was clueless and off base. In aerospace, it's easier to publicly verify traction, unlike software where companies just claim things. You can see did the rocket launch? Did the spacecraft enter orbit? Those are physical facts. SpaceX is developing an extremely ambitious new rocket alongside their workhorse Falcon 9 that has flown over 200 times without exploding. This new rocket is riskier but more capable. It's interesting because even though Falcon 9 lands part of itself, it still loses the top section on every flight. So travel is expensive if you had to rebuild the cockpit after every plane flight. This new rocket Elon's making aims to be fully reusable to lower costs.Because it's so ambitious, SpaceX's approach is to test and fly rapidly rather than get stuck analyzing indefinitely. Their early Falcon rockets blew up but they learned. Nobody expected this new rocket to even get off the pad, but it went way further than expected before failing around stage separation. Calling it a failure seems crazy to me given this is the most ambitious project ever. It did way better than anyone thought, proving out concepts. Failures are part of pushing forward ambitiously. The NYT calling it a Space Shuttle-type failure shows cluelessness - this explicitly developmental rocket had no people aboard. To get to safe, you have to start unsafe and prove it out over time.Eric: How much does Varda depend on SpaceX's continued success in bringing down the cost curve? Could Varda work with today's cost of satellite deployment? Or are you counting on further reductions in deployment costs?Delian: At today's launch costs, where we're spending $1.5 to $2 million per flight, that is low enough for us to build a strong business around what we're doing now. So I'd say none of our models or thinking depends on future cost drops. Obviously I'd be thrilled if something like Starship came online, though I think that'll take time. I'd be excited for more players to start landing rockets - no one has really done that yet, even though it's been eight and a half years since SpaceX's first landing. So I'm not counting on it happening soon. We've architected our business so it doesn't depend on further cost reductions.. Get full access to Newcomer at www.newcomer.co/subscribe

Last time I remember writing about Varda co-founder and Founders Fund partner Delian Asparouhov, I was giving him a hard time about his subdued impromptu Clubhouse run-in with then San Francisco District Attorney Chesa Boudin who he'd been flaming on Twitter.But since then, Asparouhov has mellowed out online. When I texted him after our podcast recording session and mentioned that his Founders Fund colleague Mike Solana was sassing me on Elon Musk's social networking platform, Asparouhov wrote back, “Bro I'm tryna do 3 jobs over here. I don't have time to pay attention to what Solana is up to.”Besides Varda and Founders Fund, I wondered what the third job was.He texted me back, “Fatherhood.”On the latest episode of the Newcomer podcast Asparouhov and I covered a lot of ground. We talked about Varda's satellite mission and its ambitions to manufacture in space. We discussed SpaceX's reusable rocket and the media conversation around Starship's explosion. Asparouhov mused about UFOs and missions to Mars. It was a wide-ranging conversation about space and technology.The conversation started off digging into Varda's excited research into LK-99.Varda ran an experiment which they initially thought might show verification of room temperature semiconductors.By the time we recorded our conversation, you could tell Asparouhov was more muted about Varda's findings.Later he tweeted, “alas, the rocks we made floated due to iron impurities.”Highlighted ExcerptsThe transcript has been edited for clarity.Eric: What is Varda's focus at the moment?Delian: Our goal is to take some of the research that's been shown on the International Space Station to have a ton of promise in terms of, as we've been talking about, solid state formulation. It turns out solid state formulation is significantly affected by gravity - that may also be true in superconductors. So one day down the line, if somebody does discover these formulations and they're showing issues that we think gravity could actually solve, there's a world where Varda flies a superconductor. You know, four or five years, definitely not anytime soon, given that the biopharma side is so much more preserved currently.Eric: I'm gonna be dumb again. To me, solid state is like hard drives. Is that what you mean by solid state formulation?Delian: If you look at what's happening both in superconductors and what we do in the pharma world, you're taking things that start as very fine grain powders or liquids and making solid state crystalline versions of them. In the pharma world that ends up looking like a little bit of table salt that you take, and it turns out that thing actually has drug cancer molecules and mRNA molecules. In the world of superconductors, it turns into these things that look like, I mean you've seen them on Twitter, they look like these kind of weird half ceramic, half metal objects. So solid state is just the form of the matter. Solid state in particular typically means a larger crystalline lattice structure, not just individual small molecules.Eric: The whole story of milestones you're talking about, what would be viable, reminds me of the SpaceX experience. Where a few months ago one of their rockets blew up. It's so hard as a layperson, even when cheering these things on, to know as an external observer what signs show the company's on track. What was your reaction to media like The New York Times framing the SpaceX explosion super negatively?Delian: I think the layman's view, particularly The New York Times, was clueless and off base. In aerospace, it's easier to publicly verify traction, unlike software where companies just claim things. You can see did the rocket launch? Did the spacecraft enter orbit? Those are physical facts. SpaceX is developing an extremely ambitious new rocket alongside their workhorse Falcon 9 that has flown over 200 times without exploding. This new rocket is riskier but more capable. It's interesting because even though Falcon 9 lands part of itself, it still loses the top section on every flight. So travel is expensive if you had to rebuild the cockpit after every plane flight. This new rocket Elon's making aims to be fully reusable to lower costs.Because it's so ambitious, SpaceX's approach is to test and fly rapidly rather than get stuck analyzing indefinitely. Their early Falcon rockets blew up but they learned. Nobody expected this new rocket to even get off the pad, but it went way further than expected before failing around stage separation. Calling it a failure seems crazy to me given this is the most ambitious project ever. It did way better than anyone thought, proving out concepts. Failures are part of pushing forward ambitiously. The NYT calling it a Space Shuttle-type failure shows cluelessness - this explicitly developmental rocket had no people aboard. To get to safe, you have to start unsafe and prove it out over time.Eric: How much does Varda depend on SpaceX's continued success in bringing down the cost curve? Could Varda work with today's cost of satellite deployment? Or are you counting on further reductions in deployment costs?Delian: At today's launch costs, where we're spending $1.5 to $2 million per flight, that is low enough for us to build a strong business around what we're doing now. So I'd say none of our models or thinking depends on future cost drops. Obviously I'd be thrilled if something like Starship came online, though I think that'll take time. I'd be excited for more players to start landing rockets - no one has really done that yet, even though it's been eight and a half years since SpaceX's first landing. So I'm not counting on it happening soon. We've architected our business so it doesn't depend on further cost reductions.. Get full access to Newcomer at www.newcomer.co/subscribe

    COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSO   Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty."   THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past.   MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.)   HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN 356 The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World.   THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375 There is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man.   THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)   THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories.   2022-2023 episodes “THE PEOPLE OF THE MONOLITH”/HPLHH Call of Cthulhu PHILLIPS, WARD/Dunwich Horror(1970) PICKMAN, RICHARD UPTON/Alien PNAKOTIC FRAGMENTS/Hellboy (2004)  PNAKOTUS/Cabin in the Woods QUACHIL UTTAUS/The Thing Form Out Space/The Thing/Who goes there REVELATIONS OF GLAAKI/Night of the Living Dead(OG) RHAN-TEGOTH/Texas Chain Saw Massacre(OG) R'lyeh/The Evil Dead(OG) SARKOMAND/Fire Walk with Me SARNATH/Hellraiser(OG) SATAMPRA ZEIROS/Silent Hill(OG) SENTINEL HILL/Noroi SHAGGAI/Maribeto SHOGGOTH/Possession (1981 SHANTAKS/ The Gate SHINING TRAPEZOHEDRON/Jacob's ladder Shub-Niggurath/Angel's Egg Shudde-M'ell/Dune(1984) The Silver Key/Bubba Ho Tep Silver Twilight/JDatE Star Vampires/Lifeforce Starkweather-More Expedition/Exorcist 3 Starry Wisdom Cult/It Follows     Sponsored by: Copper Cow Coffee Vietnamese Pour Over Coffee Donner Musical Instuments Student Instruments  Glarry Guitars Inexpensive Guitars  Golden Goat CBD CBD & Delta 8 Edibles    Share a Sale Get your podcast or website Sponsored Taza Stone Ground Chocolate Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

    COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSO   Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty."   THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past.   MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.)   HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN 356 The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World.   THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375 There is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man.   THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)   THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories.   2022-2023 episodes “THE PEOPLE OF THE MONOLITH”/HPLHH Call of Cthulhu PHILLIPS, WARD/Dunwich Horror(1970) PICKMAN, RICHARD UPTON/Alien PNAKOTIC FRAGMENTS/Hellboy (2004)  PNAKOTUS/Cabin in the Woods QUACHIL UTTAUS/The Thing Form Out Space/The Thing/Who goes there REVELATIONS OF GLAAKI/Night of the Living Dead(OG) RHAN-TEGOTH/Texas Chain Saw Massacre(OG) R'lyeh/The Evil Dead(OG) SARKOMAND/Fire Walk with Me SARNATH/Hellraiser(OG) SATAMPRA ZEIROS/Silent Hill(OG) SENTINEL HILL/Noroi SHAGGAI/Maribeto SHOGGOTH/Possession (1981 SHANTAKS/ The Gate SHINING TRAPEZOHEDRON/Jacob's ladder Shub-Niggurath/Angel's Egg Shudde-M'ell/Dune(1984) The Silver Key/Bubba Ho Tep Silver Twilight/JDatE Star Vampires/Lifeforce Starkweather-More Expedition/Exorcist 3 Starry Wisdom Cult/It Follows     Sponsored by: Copper Cow Coffee Vietnamese Pour Over Coffee Donner Musical Instuments Student Instruments  Glarry Guitars Inexpensive Guitars  Golden Goat CBD CBD & Delta 8 Edibles    Share a Sale Get your podcast or website Sponsored Taza Stone Ground Chocolate Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

    COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSO   Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty."   THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past.   MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.)   HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN 356 The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World.   THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375 There is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man.   THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)   THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories.   2022-2023 episodes “THE PEOPLE OF THE MONOLITH”/HPLHH Call of Cthulhu PHILLIPS, WARD/Dunwich Horror(1970) PICKMAN, RICHARD UPTON/Alien PNAKOTIC FRAGMENTS/Hellboy (2004)  PNAKOTUS/Cabin in the Woods QUACHIL UTTAUS/The Thing Form Out Space/The Thing/Who goes there REVELATIONS OF GLAAKI/Night of the Living Dead(OG) RHAN-TEGOTH/Texas Chain Saw Massacre(OG) R'lyeh/The Evil Dead(OG) SARKOMAND/Fire Walk with Me SARNATH/Hellraiser(OG) SATAMPRA ZEIROS/Silent Hill(OG) SENTINEL HILL/Noroi SHAGGAI/Maribeto SHOGGOTH/Possession (1981 SHANTAKS/ The Gate SHINING TRAPEZOHEDRON/Jacob's ladder Shub-Niggurath/Angel's Egg Shudde-M'ell/Dune(1984) The Silver Key/Bubba Ho Tep Silver Twilight/JDatE Star Vampires/Lifeforce Starkweather-More Expedition/Exorcist 3 Starry Wisdom Cult/It Follows     Sponsored by: Copper Cow Coffee Vietnamese Pour Over Coffee Donner Musical Instuments Student Instruments  Glarry Guitars Inexpensive Guitars  Golden Goat CBD CBD & Delta 8 Edibles    Share a Sale Get your podcast or website Sponsored Taza Stone Ground Chocolate Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

    COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSO   Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "Manape the Mighty."   THE MAN FROM 2071 SEWELL PEASLEE WRIGHT 295 Out of the Flow of Time There Appears to Commander John Hanson a Man of Mystery from the Forgotten Past.   MANAPE THE MIGHTY. ARTHUR J. BURKS 308 High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley—His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape. (A Complete Novelette.)   HOLOCAUST CHARLES WILLARD DIFFIN 356 The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator of the World.   THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375 There is Foul Play on Mercury—until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police Gets After His Man.   THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386 Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777—All Are Caught up in the Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930. (Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)   THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 416 A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories.   2022-2023 episodes “THE PEOPLE OF THE MONOLITH”/HPLHH Call of Cthulhu PHILLIPS, WARD/Dunwich Horror(1970) PICKMAN, RICHARD UPTON/Alien PNAKOTIC FRAGMENTS/Hellboy (2004)  PNAKOTUS/Cabin in the Woods QUACHIL UTTAUS/The Thing Form Out Space/The Thing/Who goes there REVELATIONS OF GLAAKI/Night of the Living Dead(OG) RHAN-TEGOTH/Texas Chain Saw Massacre(OG) R'lyeh/The Evil Dead(OG) SARKOMAND/Fire Walk with Me SARNATH/Hellraiser(OG) SATAMPRA ZEIROS/Silent Hill(OG) SENTINEL HILL/Noroi SHAGGAI/Maribeto SHOGGOTH/Possession (1981 SHANTAKS/ The Gate SHINING TRAPEZOHEDRON/Jacob's ladder Shub-Niggurath/Angel's Egg Shudde-M'ell/Dune(1984) The Silver Key/Bubba Ho Tep Silver Twilight/JDatE Star Vampires/Lifeforce Starkweather-More Expedition/Exorcist 3 Starry Wisdom Cult/It Follows     Sponsored by: Copper Cow Coffee Vietnamese Pour Over Coffee Donner Musical Instuments Student Instruments  Glarry Guitars Inexpensive Guitars  Golden Goat CBD CBD & Delta 8 Edibles    Share a Sale Get your podcast or website Sponsored Taza Stone Ground Chocolate Podbean Amazon Apple Stitcher Facebook Our Patreon

MOHA sits down with Debbie Ross at J. Earthman's Funeral Home to discuss the unique and compassionate care they provide families of baby loss. Debbie describes how she empowers families to create memories before laying their baby to rest and how important those moments are to the healing process. Tune in for incredible wisdom of the funeral planning process for infant death.

On Ron's Amazing Stories this time we head to the planet Mercury with the IFP. Ancient astronomers had long suspected that Mercury always presented the same side to the sun, though they were ignorant to the fact that the little planet also had water and air. Complete silliness of course, but not in our story. I think you are going to love this one, and meeting the Mercurians.  Featured Story - The Earthman's Burden Our featured story comes from the pages of the pulp magazines. Specifically, the June 1931 edition of Astounding Stories. It is titled The Earthman's Burden by R.F. Starzl. It tells of Danny Olear of the Interplanetary Flying Police (IFP). There is foul play on mercury until Danny gets after his man. It is read for us by William Hahn from Sidney, Australia. Other Stories Include - Study In Ornithology, The Egg and Other Stories by Andy Weir, and The Earthman's Burden. Ron's Amazing Stories Is Sponsored by: Audible - You can get a free audiobook and a 30 day free trial at   and - Good Treats for your dog to eat. Your Stories: Do you have a story that you would like to share on the podcast or the blog? Head to the main website, click on Story Submission, leave your story, give it a title, and please tell me where you're from. I will read it if I can. Links are below. Program Info: Ron's Amazing Stories is published each Thursday. You can download it from , stream it on or on the mobile version of . Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on . Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this . Social Links: Contact Links:  

Venus Enslaved by Manly Wade Wellman audiobook. A rip-snorting, 1940s science fiction adventure from the pen of Manly Wade Wellman. What chance had the castaway Earthman and his crossbow-weaponed Amazons against the mighty Frogmasters of the Veiled Planet? Hmmm? What chance indeed? From his broad shoulders, rippling muscles fighting spirit and keen intelligence, our hero finds a way to victory and perhaps even love. Listen and enjoy.

Ian and Billy, and this time Mike, sit around talking about comics they like, this time going over the ongoing problems of storing and displaying comics, The Photo Journal Guide To Comic Books, how none of us can afford to collect golden age books, comic art trading cards, Kyle Hotz's early Northstar work, getting signatures and sketches, the time that Billy met Neal Adams and had to pee, Scout's Black Caravan imprint, Alexis Ziritt's art, Slow Death Funnies #1, Richard Corben's Rowlf, the new Power Comics release of Earthman and lots more. Follow us on Instagram @queenscomicpodcast If you're in the NYC area, check out the Queens Comic Party on 1/29/23 - details on Instagram @queenscomicparty Theme song by Mark! HEY HEY!

Eine Sonderausstellung im Stadtmuseum zeichnet den Lebens- und Arbeitsweg von Apotheker Johann Bartholomäus Trommsdorf nach und dokumentiert seine Bedeutung für die moderne Pharmaindustrie. Sein 250. Geburtstag ist Anlass dazu. Earthman of the Underground und Dr. Mahatma von der Redaktion „Auf die Ohren“ interviewen dazu den Museumsdirektor Hardy Eidam. An die DDR-Literatur erinnern will die gleichnamige Facebookgruppe (https://www.facebook.com/groups/240880823254396) , die unter der Regie von Anne-Marit Strandborg geführt wird. Ziele, Motive, Arbeitsweise der Gruppe erläutert die ehemalige Rostockerin im Telefoninterview mit Richard Schaefer.

Ask Mrs. Freda Dunny where her home town is.  Go on - we dare you. Adapted by Julie Hoverson from a short story by J. Anthony Ferlaine  (published in Fantastic Universe, November 1956) . Cast List Smiling Jim Parsons - J. Christopher Dunn Fred Dunny - Julie Hoverson Gertie - Tanja Milojevic (Lightning Bolt Theater of the Mind) Don Phillips - Glen Hallstrom   Music:  Kevin MacLeod (Incompetech.com) Editing and Sound:  Neil Gustin of Twilight Audio Theatre Cover Design:  Brett Coulstock Much thanx to Librivox and Project Gutenberg for curating stories, like this one, that have passed into the public domain. "What kind of a place is it? Why it's a TV Studio in 1956 - can't you tell?" ************************************* One out of ten This was a quick little adaptation from a story I read for Atomic Julie's Galactic Bedtime Stories.  It didn't take much to adapt, just a few tweaks, and I think I had to add in the actual questions, since that was just a "dot dot dot" in the story.  Otherwise, this one basically wrote itself. Atomic Julie, though, was my idea for some filler that has become my secondary series - I read old scifi stories that show up on Project Gutenberg - at gutenberg.org - that public domain treasure house.  I started out adding music to the stories, but people expressed a preference for just the reading, so I adapted.  Hey one less thing to do, right? Few people realize that I do all Atomic Julie's as cold reads, not even looking at anything but the word count and first page beforehand, as a challenge to myself.  It's also good practice. The biggest advantage to Atomic Julie is finding stories to adapt - or stories that inspire new ideas in my head.  And then I figured, if I'm going to be reading them anyway, why not read them aloud and then share them with everyone else? ************************************* ONE OUT OF TEN Adapted from a short story by J. Anthony Ferlaine from _Fantastic Universe_ November 1956. Sound and Mastering by Neil Gustin   Cast: Olivia - Host Smiling Jim Parsons (M30s), Host Don Phillips (M50s), commercial announcer Freda Dunny (F40) Gertie (F20s) Jim's assistant OLIVIA     Did you have any trouble finding it?  What do you mean, what kind of a place is it?  Why, it's a television studio, in 1956 can't you tell?  MUSIC SOUND     COMMERCIAL RUNS IN THE BACKGROUND DON PHILLIPS    Parlor Quiz! JIM    What's on the menu tonight, Gertie? GERTIE    We have five possibles.  Here. SOUND    INDEX CARDS FLIPPED THROUGH GERTIE    Don't want to run short again. JIM    Noooo.  Anything really juicy? GERTIE    Let's see - [listing off people] kooky name; too many kids; unusual job - she's a taxidermist; oh, here's one - interesting relative, no details; and this top one you're really gonna want to see. SOUND    SNATCH CARD JIM    "Ask her where she's from"?  GERTIE    Guess. JIM    I'm no good at guessing.  Alaska? GERTIE    Nope. JIM    Timbuktu? GERTIE    Trust me. SOUND    FANFARE JIM    Holy crow, that's me.  [mock teasing] Am I beautiful? GERTIE    Turn.  Yup.  Twenty-four karat gold. JIM    That's me! SOUND    DOOR OPENS, NOISE LOUDER.  FOOTSTEPS UNDER. DON PHILIPS    [on P.A.]  ... And now, on with the show!  And here, ready to test your wits, is your quizzing quiz master, Smiling Jim Parsons. SOUND    MUCH APPLAUSE, THEN LOWERS JIM    [ON] Good afternoon!  Here we go again with another half hour of fun and prizes on television's newest, most exciting, game, 'Parlor Quiz.' In a moment I'll introduce you to our first contestant. But first here is a special message to all you mothers ... SOUND    AD PLAYS DON PHILIPS    [on P.A.]  Children constipated?  Ladies, does your child have trouble with irregularity?  Issues in the bathroom?  Too much toilet paper?  You know what I mean - trouble with a lack of movement?  Try Maxi-Lax, the mother's little helper for childhood irregularity.  Made with the finest England castor beans, our special patented old-world formula helps with relaxation, since often such troubles stem from tension and stress - yes, even in children - though it works just as well for big folks, too!  So add Maxi-Law to your shopping list!  You can thank us later!  Available at your local R-X Druggist!  Get that Bull Out of the Ring!  Try Maxi-Lax! SOUND    APPLAUSE JIM    Now which one is--  SOUND    WALKING JIM    [spotting her] Ah.  No mukluks.  Not even a crazy hat or wooden shoes.  [to her] Mrs. Freda Dunny? FREDA    Oh, yes. JIM    You're first. FREDA    [strangely certain] I know. SOUND    AD ENDS JIM     [disconcerted] Oh.  [up, to camera] Well, now, we're all set to go ... and our first contestant today is this charming little lady right here beside me, Mrs. Freda Dunny. SOUND    APPLAUSE JIM    How are you, Mrs. Dunny? FREDA    Fine! Just fine. JIM    All set to answer a lot of questions and win a lot of prizes? FREDA    Oh, I'll win all right. SOUND    LAUGHTER JIM    You sound pretty sure of yourself.  [chuckles]  Where are you from, Mrs. Dunny? FREDA    Mars. SOUND    LAUGHTER JIM    [a moment, then] Mars! [chuckles] Mars, Montana?  Mars, Peru? FREDA    [earnest]  No, Mars! Up there.  The planet Mars.  The fourth planet out from the sun. SOUND    UNCERTAIN LAUGHTER JIM    Well, well... well [rallying] all the way from Mars, eh? And how long have you been on Earth, Mrs. Dunny? FREDA    Oh, about thirty or forty years. I've been here nearly all my life. Came here when I was a wee slip of a girl.  Not a weekend getaway, then? JIM    You're practically an Earthwoman by now, then, wouldn't you say? SOUND    LOTS OF LAUGHS JIM    Do you plan on going back someday or have you made up your mind to stay here on Earth for the rest of your days? FREDA    Oh, I'm just here for the invasion.  When that's over I'll probably go back home again. JIM    [blank] The... invasion? SOUND    AUDIENCE MURMURS FREDA    Yes, the invasion of Earth. As soon as enough of us are here we'll get started. JIM    You mean there are others here, too? FREDA    Oh, yes, there are several million of us here in the United States already--and more are on the way. JIM    [faltering a bit, but trying to stay "on"] There are only about a hundred and seventy million people in the United States, Mrs. Dunny.  If there are seven million Martians among us, one out of every hundred would have to be a Martian. FREDA    Oh, one out of every ten.  That's what the boss said just the other day.  'We're getting pretty close to the number we need to take over Earth.'  [laughs] SOUND    MORE NERVOUS MURMURS, TITTERS JIM    What do you need?  One to one? One Martian for every Earthman? FREDA    Oh, no.  One Martian is worth ten Earthmen. The only reason we're waiting is we don't want any trouble. JIM    You don't look any different from us Earth people, Mrs. Dunny. How does one tell the difference between a Martian and an Earthman when one sees one? FREDA    Oh, we don't look any different.  Some of the kids don't even know they're Martians. Most mothers don't tell their children until they're grown-up. And there are other children who are never told because they just don't develop their full powers. JIM    Uhh...powers? FREDA    Oh, telepathy, thought control--that sort of thing. JIM    [back to humor - this is too silly] You mean that Martians can read people's thoughts? FREDA    Sure! It's no trouble at all. It's very easy really, once you get the hang of it. JIM    [joking] Can you read my mind? FREDA    Sure!  That's why I said that I'd know the answers. I'll be able to read them in your mind when you look at that sheet of paper. JIM    Now, that's hardly sporting, is it, Mrs. Dunny?  Everybody else has to do it the hard way and here you are reading it from my mind? FREDA    [complacent] All's fair in love and war. JIM    Tell me, Mrs. Dunny. Why are you telling me about all this? Isn't it supposed to be a secret? FREDA    Why not?  Nobody believes me anyhow.  Besides, I have my reasons. JIM    [grave] Oh, I believe you, Mrs. Dunny.  But we need to take a quick break and consult the rules - mind-reading might be fair in love and war, but this is television! SOUND    AD COMES ON JIM    I'll be right back, Mrs. Dunny. FREDA    I know. JIM    [really disconcerted] Right. SOUND    APPLAUSE SOUND    DASHES OFF JIM    Gertie? GERTIE    I've been on the phone with the big brass.  They don't take it very seriously, but they did say I should pull out packet 13 for her. JIM    [baffled] Packet 13? GERTIE    You know the one sealed and certified, in case of cheats like that fellow a few years back?  No one knows a single question in here until we break the seal.  JIM    But what if she--? GERTIE    I asked!  They said if she wins - well, gosh she wins. JIM    Even if she manages to ace the whole ten? GERTIE    Yup.  They figure the publicity is worth it. And you're on! SOUND    JIM DASHES AGAIN DON PHILLIPS    It looks like we have a decision! JIM    Well, Mrs. Dunny, we scoured the rulebook, and couldn't find a darn thing to stop you.  Guess there's just no precedent for mind-reading. SOUND    LAUGHTER FREDA    Of course. JIM    And now, let's see how you do on the questions.  Are you ready? SOUND    RIP OF ENVELOPE, CARDS PULLED OUT FREDA    Oh, yes! SOUND    AUDIENCE MURMURS JIM    I should point out, even I haven't seen these questions and answers before this very moment, so there's no possibility of collusion. SOUND    APPLAUSE JIM    Name the one and only mammal that has the ability to fly. FREDA    A bat. JIM    Right! Did you read that from my mind? FREDA    Oh, yes, you're coming over very clear! FADING INTO MONTAGE SCENE - TICK TOCK MUSIC, FADE OUT BETWEEN EACH PAIR JIM    A princess is any daughter of a sovereign. What is a princess royal? FREDA    The eldest daughter of a sovereign. SOUND    APPLAUSE JIM    Is a Kodiak a kind of simple box camera; a type of double-bowed boat; or a type of Alaskan bear? FREDA    A bear. SOUND    APPLAUSE JIM    And finally, who directed the 1925 silent film "The Crowd?" FREDA    King Vidor. JIM    [shaken] Very good.  That was a tough one.  Don Phillips, tell the lady what she's won! DON PHILLIPS    [in the background]  You get a lovely modern cyber-electric garbage disposal and a lovely gas range, provided by Savannah Ranges of Burbank. JIM    Gertie?  What just happened? GERTIE    I dunno!  The impossible? SOUND    FREDA APPROACHES FREDA    Mr. Parsons?  Perhaps you could help me carry my prizes to the car.  After all this is finished. JIM    [almost robotic] Of course. FREDA    You're such a nice fellow. GERTIE    You're what?  [incredulous] Helping?  Jim? JIM    [snapping back, searching for an excuse] I ... I just have to find out who put her up to this. GERTIE    Sure. MUSIC SURGES, THEN RECEDES DON PHILLIPS    join us tomorrow for another round of Parlor Quiz! GERTIE    Jim!  Morty Howard of Savannah Ranges has been calling for the last twenty minutes, to confirm the win, and wants an assurance that he won't have to shell out another one for at least three months. JIM    Later.  SOUND    HE TROTS OFF GERTIE    [calling after him] Jim? SOUND    OUTSIDE DOOR OPENS.  DISTANT TRAFFIC JIM    [calling] Mrs. Dunny? FREDA    [satisfied chuckle]  JIM    I want to talk to you! FREDA    When do I get the gas stove? JIM    uh... It should be delivered in a few days. Did you leave us your address? FREDA    Oh, yes.  My Philadelphia address, that is. I don't even remember my address at home any more. JIM    Come, now, Mrs. Dunny. You don't have to keep up that Mars business now that we're off the air. FREDA    It's the truth. JIM    But-- FREDA    [cutting him off] And I didn't come here just by accident.  JIM    No? FREDA    I came here to see you. JIM    Me? SOUND    PURSE OPENED, RUMMAGING, PAPER NOISE FREDA    Ah, there it is.  [up] Yes, I came to see you. And you didn't follow me out here because you wanted to. I commanded you to come. JIM    [spluttering but worried] Commanded me to come!  What for? FREDA    To prove something to you.  Do you see this piece of paper? SOUND    PAPER SHAKEN JIM    It's blank. FREDA    Well, that side is.  This side has my address. JIM    So...? FREDA    I am reading the address.  Concentrate on what I'm reading. JIM    [unable to stop] Two fifty-one South Eighth Street! FREDA    You see, it's very easy - once you get the hang of it. JIM    Oh.  [realizing] Oh!  [beat, then kind of pleased]  Let me see you home, Mrs. Dunny.  I guess we have a lot to talk about. CLOSER OLIVIA    Now that you know how to find us, don't be a stranger - we have enough of those already...      

Gilles Peterson speaks with CAS founder Colleen ‘Cosmo’ Murphy about the influence of Sun Ra and why he believes “Sun Ra was the man, the ultimate artist for any vinyl collector”. Sun Ra was a one-off in the annals of jazz. As author Robert L. Campbell describes, “He claimed to be the last of the swing band leaders, yet dosed classic songs with LSD. He wrote poetry about the “coming space age” and claimed to be a citizen of Saturn. He dressed himself and his band in gold- lame and lectured on the Creator’s message to the cruel and deceitful Earthman. He named himself after an Egyptian God. Was this guy for real? Sun Ra was very much for real.” Read more about your favourite albums here: https://classicalbumsundays.com/

Gilles Peterson speaks with CAS founder Colleen ‘Cosmo' Murphy about the influence of Sun Ra and why he believes “Sun Ra was the man, the ultimate artist for any vinyl collector”. Sun Ra was a one-off in the annals of jazz. As author Robert L. Campbell describes, “He claimed to be the last of the swing band leaders, yet dosed classic songs with LSD. He wrote poetry about the “coming space age” and claimed to be a citizen of Saturn. He dressed himself and his band in gold- lame and lectured on the Creator's message to the cruel and deceitful Earthman. He named himself after an Egyptian God. Was this guy for real? Sun Ra was very much for real.” Read more about your favourite albums here: https://classicalbumsundays.com/

The new gem hunters Jessica and John are here to unearth the treasured movie of their youths and you are coming along for the nostalgia excavation. Jessica and John watch 1992's 'Mom And Dad Save The World', a scifi-comedy starring Teri Garr, Jeffrey Jones, and Jon Lovitz. The IMDb description goes as follows; An alien Overlord plans to blow up the Earth but first, he snatches and proposes to marry an Earthman's wife.

An analysis of the third chapter of the first John Carter novel, in which the Earthman arrives on Mars for the first time. Please visit our podcast store at https://www.cafepress.com/erbpodcast https://erbpodcast.blogspot.com/

The Moon Maid - Edgar Rice Burroughs - Book 32 Title: The Moon Maid Overview: The Moon Maid is a fantasy novel by American writer Edgar Rice Burroughs. It was written in three parts, Part 1 was begun in June 1922 under the title The Moon Maid, Part 2 was begun in 1919 under the title Under the Red Flag, later retitled The Moon Men, Part 3 was titled The Red Hawk. As evident from its name, Under the Red Flag, it appears to have been originally set in contemporary Soviet Russia, with the Bolsheviks as villains (when it was actually set in a future America, but under Marxist Soviet rule, the center of the story being in a future Marxist Chicago); as this was not popular with the publishers, Burroughs transferred it to a science-fictional setting, with the evil Communist-like "Kalkars" taking over the Moon (in the first part) and then the Earth (in the second part, with the help of a renegade Earthman) and being finally overthrown in the third part. The book version was first published by A. C. McClurg on February 6, 1926, under the title The Moon Maid, though it was shortened from the serial. The three parts have been published in varying combinations and under varying titles since 1926. Published: 1926 Series: Other Speculative Fiction Series, Moon #1 Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs Genre: Literary Fiction, Published 1900 Onward, Fiction Episode: The Moon Maid - Edgar Rice Burroughs - Book 32 Part: 1 of 1 Length Part: 6:21:05 Book: 32 Length Book: 6:21:05 Episodes: 0 - 14 of 14 Narrator: Thomas A. Copeland Language: English Rated: Guidance Suggested Edition: Unabridged Audiobook Keywords: adventure, hero, struggle, camaraderie, danger, morality, selflessness, moral integrity, character, love, forgiveness, authority, rules, freedom, romance, exploration Credits: All LibriVox Recordings are in the Public Domain. Wikipedia (c) Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. WOMBO Dream. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/free-audiobooks/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/free-audiobooks/support

For twenty years Henry Mitchell’s column “Earthman” was a weekly feature in The Washington Post.

Today we celebrate the Landscape Architect who had an affinity for boxwoods. We'll also learn about a passionate orchidologist who shared some advice back in 1972. We salute the English WWII code breaker who became a one-woman force for garden conservation and restoration. We’ll hear a verse about the Hyacinth - one of my favorite spring bulbs… so fragrant! We Grow That Garden Library™ with an indispensable book about saving seeds. And then we’ll wrap things up with the story of a Washington gardener whose garden advice was relatable, gentlemanly, and humorous.   Subscribe Apple | Google | Spotify | Stitcher | iHeart To listen to the show while you're at home, just ask Alexa or Google to “Play the latest episode of The Daily Gardener Podcast.” It's just that easy.   Gardener Greetings Send your garden pics, stories, birthday wishes, and so forth to Jennifer@theDailyGardener.org   Curated News Want a 20-second distraction from 2020? Here are some mesmerizing pictures from 1800s seed catalogs  | Massive Science | Max G. Levy   Facebook Group If you'd like to check out my curated news articles and blog posts for yourself, you're in luck because I share all of it with the Listener Community in the Free Facebook Group - The Daily Gardener Community. There’s no need to take notes or search for links - the next time you're on Facebook, search for Daily Gardener Community where you’d search for a friend and request to join. I'd love to meet you in the group.   Important Events November 12, 1957 Today is the anniversary of the death of the Landscape Architect Arthur Shurcliff. After receiving his degree in Mechanical Engineering from MIT, Arthur discovered the field of Landscape Architecture. Although the field was beginning to take off thanks to the Olmsteds, Charles Eliot, and the Chicago World's Fair, there were no formal degree programs for the field. As a result, Arthur cobbled together his own curriculum at the Lawrence School of Science at Harvard. All his life, Arthur had a lifelong love for the outdoors. He especially enjoyed camping, canoeing, scenery, and sketching. Looking back on his pursuit of Landscape Architecture, Arthur reflected,   "All led me away from mechanics toward scenery, toward planning and construction for the scenes of daily life..."   In terms of his career, Arthur will forever be remembered for the work he did at Colonial Williamsburg. The project at Williamsburg was funded by John D. Rockefeller and the mission was a total community restoration. The scope was enormous. Arthur had over 30 years of experience when he started work on the project on St. Patrick's Day in 1928. In addition to his Landscape Architecture skills; Arthur leveraged his training in engineering, his meticulousness, and his personal energy, and charm. It wasn't just the buildings that needed restoration; it was the land, the paths, the streets, the gardens, and green spaces. Arthur wrote about his daily quest to uncover the past. One entry said:   “Wednesday morning saw me in the old-fashioned gardens in the heart of the town. These old places… now gone to decay are filled with a kind of golden glory which is lacking in the new gardens. The old lattice trellises, ruined box hedges, and even the weed-grown paths seem to have the glamor of the sunshine from the olden days.”   Every aspect of the town was fully researched. When it came to garden plans and plant selection, Arthur insisted that authenticity was paramount. For example, Arthur’s team actually searched for original fence-post holes to determine the colonially-accurate backyard.  It’s no wonder that it took Arthur 13 years to finish the project. Arthur’s signature plant was the boxwood which he called Box for short. Williamsburg required boatloads of Box and Arthur wrote,   “In replanting Williamsburg places much use should be made of Box… even allowing it to dominate the parterres and bed traceries… Generous use of Box in this manner [will define the] display and [help with the] upkeep of flowers especially in the dry season...”   Arthur’s passion could get the best of him. The woman who lived at the St. George Tucker House, wrote this entry in her diary in January 1931: “Today I was asked to go over the yard with Mr. Arthur Shurcliff… I found him a very alarming person! Somehow the idea of changing the yard and garden is much more repellent to me than changing the house, and this is such a terribly enthusiastic man!”   And, when Arthur returned in May, she wrote,   “[He came] down like a wolf on the fold again today. He rushed in and out... with charts and plans for all sorts of alarming ‘landscapes’ in our yard. He has boxwood on the brain.”   Luckily for Arthur, his charm counteracted any hesitance caused by his exuberance. When Colonial Williamsburg was revealed to the public in 1934, Arthur’s Colonial Revival style gardens — complete boxwood — caused a sensation. Soon, Revival Garden design appeared in suburbs all across America. Once the restoration was complete, Arthur Shurcliff had redefined Williamsburg. By reclaiming the past, Colonial Williamsburg found a path forward. And, thanks to Arthur’s incredible efforts, Revival Garden design took its place in 20th Century Landscape Architecture.   November 12, 1972   On this day The Greenville News shared an article called Orchidist Finds Hobby Versatile. The orchidologist was Gilbert L. Campbell. During six years of collecting, Gilbert amassed more than 300 plants - in addition to a library of orchid reference materials. Orchid lovers can grow orchids all year long indoors in their homes. When Gilbert’s passion outgrew his house, he built a greenhouse and in a short time, he built a second greenhouse. Gilbert said,   "Some orchidologists do grow their flowers in their homes... [but I advise against it. Growing an orchid is like being a fisherman. 'Some fishermen may be content to sit on the bank and fish, but most want to get out in a boat on the lake. It's a lot easier to grow orchids in a greenhouse [due to temperature and humidity control]. ”   As for why Gilbert had two greenhouses, his answer was simple: the cool greenhouse was for cymbidium orchids and the “medium” temp house was for the cattleyas. To show how significant the role temperature plays in growing orchids, the difference in temp between Gilbert’s two greenhouses was about 10 degrees. Gilbert reported that,   “A medium house has a minimum temperature of 55 to 60 degrees and a cool house has a minimum of 45-50 degrees.”   Finally, Gilbert advises plenty of fresh air. Gilbert’s orchids are moved outside in summer and on balmy days throughout the winter. Gilbert says:   "Orchids, like people, do best in a spring-like fresh-feeling atmosphere… Beginners should start with a few mature plants. Orchids like dry roots, so they should be watered thoroughly, then allowed to dry out."     November 12, 2013 Today is the anniversary of the death of the World War II hero and garden historian and restorer extraordinaire Mavis Batey, who died at the age of 92. Mavis broke the German Enigma code, which allowed the Allied forces to stage their D-Day invasion. In the back half of her life, Mavis became a champion for forgotten, yet historically significant, English gardens. She also became a garden historian and writer, writing books on Jane Austen and Alexander Pope. In 1955, Mavis and her code-breaker husband Keith settled on a farm in Surrey. The property sparked Mavis’s passion for Landscape history. After moving to Oxford, Mavis and her family lived in a fantastic park designed by Capability Brown. The park was also home to a garden designed by William Mason in 1775. Mavis recalled:   "We lived in the agent's house, right in the middle of a Capability Brown park, but it was William Mason's garden that really got me. We had to cut our way into it. It was all overgrown, and garden ornaments were buried in the grass. I knew at once it wasn't just an ordinary derelict garden: someone had tried to say something there."   Mavis Batey used her wit and determination to become a force in numerous conservation organizations and missions like the Garden History Society, the Campaign to Protect Rural England, and English Heritage’s Register of Parks and Gardens of Special Historic Interest. In 1985 Mavis was honored with the RHS Veitch Memorial Medal for her invaluable work preserving gardens that would otherwise have been lost to time.   Unearthed Words If you plant spring bulbs, I hope you remember to include hyacinths. The hyacinth is in the asparagus (Asparagaceae) family. Native to the Eastern Mediterranean, they grow throughout Asia Minor, Syria, Iran, and Iraq. Nowadays, the hyacinth is mainly grown in Holland.   If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, And of thy meager store, Two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. — Saadi, Persian Sufi poet, in Gulistan (The Rose Garden), 1258   Grow That Garden Library The Seed Garden by Lee Buttala, Shanyn Siegel, et al.  This book came out in 2015, and the subtitle is The Art and Practice of Seed Saving. The Seed Garden won the American Horticultural Society Award for Excellence In Garden Book Publishing and it is an excellent resource for anyone who wants to save seed that is true-to-type and ready to sow in next year’s garden. This comprehensive book is a collaboration between the esteemed Seed Savers Exchange and the Organic Seed Alliance. Readers will learn the invaluable tradition of saving seeds for more than seventy-five best-loved vegetable and herb crops―from heirloom tomatoes and beans to lettuces, cabbages, peppers, and grains. I love the photos in this book - they are beautiful and relatable. The plant profiles are nicely laid out and the seed saving instructions are crystal clear - providing a thorough master class level presentation of the art, the science, and the joy of saving seeds. This book is 350 pages of indispensable and clearly written advice for growing plants and saving seed - and it’s a beautifully illustrated resource to boot. You can get a copy of The Seed Garden by Lee Buttala, Shanyn Siegel, et al. and support the show, using the Amazon Link in today's Show Notes for around $22.   Today’s Botanic Spark November 12, 1993 Today is the anniversary of the death of Washington Post columnist and gardener Henry Clay Mitchell. Henry wrote mainly about gardening and miscellaneous aspects of his daily Washington life.  Pragmatic and humorous, Henry’s garden advice struck a chord with his readers. His weekly garden advice was compiled into two bestsellers named after his column Earthman. A southerner and a gentleman, Henry found tranquility and restoration in his garden. Like most of us gardeners, Henry had his favorites. Of the Japanese Iris, Henry wrote,   “[It’s] a fine flower for anybody who thinks nothing can be too gaudy, too overstated, too imperial. I have known rednecks who adored it.”   A dog lover, Henry recognized his garden didn’t exist in a bubble but was fully part of the natural world. Henry reflected,   “Squirrels eat a lot of bulbs -- they are in heaven when they find the cyclamen and crocuses -- but they keep the garden interesting for the family dog... And besides, the squirrels are more attractive than the cyclamen probably would have been anyway."   And, Henry's obituary in the Washington Post shared his love of gardening:   “Gardening was a part of his life almost from the time he was born. When he was a small boy, he would pick up autumn leaves or pluck the petals from tiger lilies and admire them when his mother took him walking. He had a garden from the time he was old enough to work in it. He could rattle off the Latin names of perhaps 3,000 plants. He said, he learned about gardening because he was "passionately fond of flowers." The failure of such projects as grafting a carnation onto a prickly pear cactus left him undaunted.”   And, if you have a steadfast love your garden - warts and all - you’ll feel a kinship with these words by Henry from his 1992 book One Man's Garden:   It is agreeable to waddle about in one's own paradise, knowing that thousands of others have better gardens with better thises and thats, and better grown too, and no weeds at all… To know this and grin as complacently as a terrier who just got into the deviled eggs, and to reflect that there is no garden in England or France I envy, and not one I'd swap for mine: this is the aim of gardening — not to make us complacent idiots, exactly, but to make us content and calm for a time, with sufficient energy (even after bitter wars with bindweed) to feel an awestruck thanks to God that such happiness can exist. For a few days, of course.

Dr. Cherilyn Sheets maintains a full-time private practice in Newport Beach, California for esthetic rehabilitative dentistry. She is an international educator, clinician, author and researcher and received numerous awards. Dr. Sheets is Founder and Co-Executive Director of a non-profit teaching and research center, the Newport Coast Oral Facial Institute. She and James C. Earthman, PhD, Professor of Material Science and Bioengineering, University of California Irvine (UCI) School of Engineering, are leading research on energy dissipation in teeth and implants. They hold numerous US and International patents on the technology for quantitative percussion diagnostics. Join the community on Dentaltown at https://www.dentaltown.com

In this Fanbase Feature, Fanbase Press co-founders Barbra and Bryant Dillon and special guests Phillip Kelly (writer, filmmaker, and Fanbase Press Contributor), Josh Henamen (writer - Bigfoot: Sword of the Earthman), Michael Tanner (co-creator of Oni Press' Junior Braves of the Apocalypse, co-host of the Burn After Pitching Podcast), and Sean Foster (Fanbase Press Graphic Designer) participate in a thorough retrospective discussion regarding Arachnophobia (1990) in light of the film's 30th anniversary, with topics including the film's real-life spider performances, the film's exploration of human's fear of arachnids, the amazing cast of characters, and more. (Beware: SPOILERS for Arachnophobia abound in this panel discussion!)

Episode 26 Ian Shimizu (St. Marys 2011) Environmentalist WeMori Kickstarter Link https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1065560538/wemori-an-app-to-regenerate-the-earth-0 Ian explains to Nick what WeMori does, and how their Kickstarter works. He explains to Nick about the two types of the awards backers of WeMori can receive, washi and an "up-cycled" t-shirt. He explains how "washi" is in a sense the world's most "sustainable paper", since its paper you can wash. He also explains to Nick what "up-cycling" is and how the t-shirts created specifically for his Kickstarter backers are made out of this unique system of "up-cycling". Ian explains to Nick the importance of mindset in regards to understanding why we have the products we do, and to understand what happens to these products once they are used. That we must consider the "story" of products in front of us in regard to where they come from and where they are going. By understanding what is around us, we can then understand how we can change our daily routines in order to live a lifestyle that is more aware of the holistic picture of what makes our everyday life. Ian's advice in regards to what the average person could do in regards to making immediate changes would include, but not exclusive to; eat less/no meat, use renewable energy, use less disposable bottles, ride fewer planes, and help protect and restore forests. The two discuss nuclear energy, and how its a very divisive issue without a concrete answer, especially in Japan that has historic trauma in regards to nuclear power, and is in a geopolitically precarious location. ​Ian and Nick then discuss renewable energy. The advantages/disadvantages as well as the general question of whether "alternative energy" alone is a resolution to our environmental issues. ​Ian explains to Nick the root of where his passion for environmentalism came from, and how it a series of events, from his childhood all the way to the present day, which had molded him to become the environmentalist he is today. The two discuss "Earthman" (​Article with "Earthman" from France). Ian explains to Nick how "Earthman" started around 6-7 years ago by him, and is now part of any climate March in Japan today walking in the front row. Ian explains to Nick the importance of education and awareness in regards to environmental issues, and how he has utilized platforms such as 350 and Spiral Club to help this happen. Guest: Ian Shimizu Ian (St. Marys 2011) H is a bilingual environmentalist, educator, and consultant based in Tokyo. Founder of weMORI, an ongoing nonprofit project to build an app that makes protection and restoration of forests around the world fun, easy and accessible for all. He is a professional speaker with experience giving over +200 speeches and lectures about SDGs, climate change and other topics on sustainability across Japan. He is a consultant and project manager for various environmental and education projects for clients including The Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry. Currently consulting for an app-based education service launching in March of 2019 for CINRA.Inc. He helped launch the Japan branch of 350.org, a global grassroots nonprofit while a student at International Christian University, Japan's top liberal arts University. Founder of Spiral Club, a community media platform with the aim of 'making environmental awareness mainstream' in Japan. Music Credit: Bensounds

Now that Agrajag has been inadvertently killed (again) by Arthur, what does the future hold for the Earthman, and what, in the name of Zarquon has happened to everyone else? (Oh yeah... and this is part 16... I goofed in the edit and left out an entire episode from the podcast versions of the Facebook readings which was spotted by one of my eagle eared(?) listeners, Jason from Ohio... thank you Jason, you are the hoopiest of froods!).Keep this podcast alive and get access to subscriber-only and ad-free content by becoming a patron from as little as €5 a month on https://www.patreon.com/thebeardedwitSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-bearded-wit. Support the creation of this content. Sign up for as little as €5 euros a month and get access to exclusive content, early releases of new material, and even a say in what books we cover in the future. https://plus.acast.com/s/the-bearded-wit. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this podcast, Editor-in-Chief Kelly A. Tappenden, PhD, RD, interviews Dr. Carrie P. Earthman on the article, "Long-Term Body Composition Changes in Women Following Roux-en-Y Gastric Bypass Surgery" published in the May 2017 issue of JPEN. https://doi.org/10.1177/0148607115625621

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams is a comedy science fiction, telling the story of an Earthman hitchhiking with an Alien across the galaxy, after his planet gets destroyed. This is the first episode *Yay* of this Podcast series, where I breakdown the intelligence of the book and its impact on pop culture today and why it is the most absurd, amazing and hilarious book you'll ever read. I stay true to my word, and this episode is surprisingly spoiler free. Follow //This is not what I meant// on instagram for some more insider info about it and many other such things. Hope you enjoy! (Intro and Outro song: Journey of the Sorcerer by Eagles. Also the theme song for the radio and TV series)

It's been a real pleasure spending time with Rodney Dillard over the past four weeks.  Here's show #4 in the 4-part series with Rodney talking about his new single release "Earthman", his life with the Dillards Band, his stories of Mayberry and the Darlins', fishing, fox hounds and life in general.  Thank you Rodney and keep 'er going strong with your new single.

Playlist: Karkhana - ContainmentEthereal Plains Indian - Kachina CloudREFLEX ACTION - RuseA Pact Between Strangers - AliceBody/Head - Reverse HardJerry Granelli and the Next Generation - Lone CloudErnie R Roussel Trio - Rythme de PassageSun Ra - Message to EarthmanShabaka & The Ancestors - Behold the DeceiverTony Allen - Woro DanceGord & Olivier Clements Quintet - Water

Rodney Dillard is with us here on the mountain for the third straight week and well reminisce about Mayberry, Sheriff Taylor, Deputy Fife, The Darlin' Family, Rhonda Vincent and Jimmy Martin.  Go get yourself the new single "Earthman" by Rodney Dillard and the Dillard Band.  It's a good song that has a lot to say during times of COVID 19 trials and tribulations.  

Rodney Dillard is our guest for a second week here on the mountain. We'll talk about the Beatles, bluegrass, his musical flexing, his new single "Earthman", how the Dillards got a chance to audition for the Andy Griffith Show, how disconcerting it can be to play your own take on bluegrass music in front of a "bluegrass" audience, and how Billy Strings can really rip it up on his guitar.  Enjoy and please share.

Today we celebrate the wealthy Dutch banker who bought enough plants to fill a book for a young Carl Linnaeus and a royal gardener who is an ancestor of Princess Diana. We'll learn about the man who started the first seed company in America and the German botanist buried in the Botanical Garden he curated during his lifetime. Today’s Unearthed Words feature words for children about January. We Grow That Garden Library™ with a book written by a beloved Washington DC garden columnist. I'll talk about a garden item that I use all the time in my potting shed and around my garden (so many uses!), and then we’ll wrap things up with the New Zealand gardener, who is featured in one of my all-time favorite garden photos. But first, let's catch up on a few recent events.   Subscribe Apple | Google | Spotify | Stitcher | iHeart   Curated Articles Gardening: Going blue for 2020 The Pantone color of the year for 2020 is Classic Blue. Here's a great post from Nancy Szerlag Detroit News who suggests blue options for the garden: "If I were to look for that color to use in the garden, my first thought would be a Delphinium. Nigella ‘Miss Jekyll' produces exquisite quarter-sized blue flowers on 15-inch plants in full to part sun in late spring or early summer. They are said to reseed annually, so I’m hoping a one-time planting of seed will do the job. A favorite blue flowering shrub of mine is Proven Winners Color Choice ‘Blue Chiffon’ Rose of Sharon. In full sun, it will climb to 10 feet and be covered in lovely anemone-like blossoms for several weeks in summer."   Paris in Bloom - Flower Magazine Here's an excerpt from Georgianna Lane's new book Paris in Bloom. Georgianna's charming images of parks, gardens, shops, and architectural motifs are a vision of Romance and Spring - the perfect gift for Valentine's Day.   Now, if you'd like to check out these curated articles for yourself, you're in luck, because I share all of it with the Listener Community in the Free Facebook Group - The Daily Gardener Community. There’s no need to take notes or search for links - the next time you're on Facebook, search for Daily Gardener Community and request to join. I'd love to meet you in the group.   Important Events 1685   Today is the birthday of the wealthy Dutch banker and a director of the Dutch East India Company George Clifford III. Clifford loved gardens and had a passion for plants and plant collecting. His work with the Dutch East India Company had made him quite wealthy, and he could afford to purchase the latest plants discovered from around the world in the early 1700s. Clifford invited a young Swedish naturalist to come and stay at his estate. Over two years from 1736 to 1738, Carl Linnaeus helped Clifford with his plant inventory, and he cataloged his vast herbarium. Clifford’s estate gave Linnaeus a treasure trove of botanical specimens, which became the subjects of a book - his early Botanical Masterpiece called Hortus Cliffortianus. The book is essentially an inventory of Clifford's plant collection. Today Clifford's herbarium is housed at the National History Museum in London.   1715   Today is the anniversary of the death of Mary Somerset, Duchess of Beaufort ("BOH-fert"). She was an avid gardener and botanist. She survived two husbands and had eight children. After she was widowed a second time, she focused all of her discretionary effort on gardening. The best horticultural minds of her time helped Mary with her efforts: George London, Lenard Plukenet, and William Sherard. Her next-door neighbor was Sir Hans Sloane, and when Mary died, she (like almost every plant-lover of her era) left her herbarium and other valuable botanical items to him. This is how Hans Sloane became a one-man Botanical Repository. Among Mary's many descendants are Princess Diana and the genus Beaufortia was named in her honor by Robert Brown.   1784  Today, David Landreth started the first American commercial seed business in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. David and his family immigrated to Montreal from England in 1780. Four years later, David relocated his family to Philadelphia and named the company simply David Landreth. David was one of the first nurseries to propagate seeds from the Lewis and Clark expeditions. He introduced the Mexican Zinnia in 1798, the garden tomato in 1820, the 'Landreths’ Extra Early' pea in 1822, and the 'Bloomsdale' spinach in 1826. His son, David Jr, took over the business after his death. David Jr. was one of the founding members of the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, which started in 1827. Today the Landreth Seed Company is the fifth oldest corporation in America.   1848  Today is the birthday of the German botanist and curator of Berlin Botanical Garden, Ignatz Urban.  He helped catalog the Flora of the Caribbean and Brazil. In 1986, Urban’s tombstone was moved to the Botanical Garden he helped relocate during his tenure. He lies alongside other well-known botanists in Berlin.   Unearthed Words Today’s Unearthed Words were written to delight little ears, which makes them timeless in my book. The theme, of course, is January.   Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, "Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play." Little January Is always full of fun; Until the set of sun. Little January Will stay a month with me And we will have such jolly times - Just come along and see. — Winifred Marshall Gales, Abolitionist & Author, January   The sun came out, And the snowman cried. His tears ran down on every side. His tears ran down Till the spot was cleared. He cried so hard That he disappeared. — Margaret Hillert, American author, poet, and educator, January Thaw   January opens The box of the year And brings out days That are bright and clear And brings out days That are cold and grey And shouts, "Come see What I brought today! —  Leland B. Jacobs, Poet & Literature Professor at Ohio State, January    In January it's so nice while slipping on the sliding ice to sip hot chicken soup with rice. Sipping once Sipping twice. — Maurice Sendak, American illustrator, and writer of children's books (Where the Wild Things Are), In January   Grow That Garden Library The Essential Earthman by Henry Clay Mitchell Mitchell was a garden columnist for the Washington Post, and this book was the sharing of the many posts featured in his column. As a writer, Mitchell was down-to-earth and funny. As a gardener, Mitchell was down-to-earth and funny. This is why, for me, his book is a personal favorite. Here is an excerpt regarding his suggested New Year’s Resolutions for gardeners: “The days are now at their shortest, and the gardener should keep it in mind that his ill humor and (as it may be) gloominess is directly linked to this nadir of the year. All that is necessary is to hold on until spring or a few sunny days, which will surely come in January, February, March, April, or May at the latest. Meanwhile, several activities will help the gardener keep cheerful. Whenever it snows, go out with a broom and swat all conifers likely to be broken down by snow. Whenever there are ice storms, pull the window shades down. When Christmas gift plants… stop blooming, either give them conditions they require or else throw them out. There is no point making yourself miserable by watching a Poinsettia, Cyclamen, or Azalea died over a period of 3 months. Force yourself, for once, to order the varieties of annuals you want from a seedsman in January, so you will not find yourself in a snit in March. Decide those old gardeners are correct, who have been saying for the past few hundred years, that nothing is lovelier or more cheerful in Winter than common ivy, common holly, and common yew. And, you might add, junipers. Put a couple of logs in Lily pools to absorb or deflect some of the pressure of the ice. Do not chop holes in the ice. Fish do not need air holes. If it ever gets warmish again, admire the swelling buds of Elm, Ash, Azalea, flowering Quince. Make up your mind once and for all whether you will give space to a Pussy Willow Bush. Whichever you decide, decide, and stop being of two minds about it. Thank God you do not have to stay in the garden all winter like a blasted Snowdrop ( which should, incidentally, be showing some signs of activity within the year’s first month). Gardeners, on the other hand, will stir about April 8th. You can get a used copy of Mitchell's book and support the show, using the Amazon Link in today's Show Notes for around $3. Great Gifts for Gardeners RETON 20 PCS Black Color Heavy-duty Steel S-hooks for Plants, Towels $7.99 Package includes: 20 x S Hooks Heavy-duty steel with PVC coating for durability Great for hanging plants, towels, pans, pots, bags or dozens of other uses around kitchen and bedroom Hook size: Length about 3.4"; Width of open end about 1.2"; Thickness about 0.1" or 3mm The storage hooks can hold up to 40 lbs.; they are made to handle heavier loads.   Today’s Botanic Spark 1983  Today is the anniversary of the death of New Zealand botanist Eliza Amy Hodgson. Hodgson specialized in liverworts. Liverworts are nonvascular plants like mosses. Without a vascular system, mosses and liverworts don’t get very big. These are tiny plants to be sure, and worts are considered one level simpler than mosses. They grow flat on the ground and have large leaf-like structures. Like mosses, worts thrive in moist areas. The word "wort" means "little plant, herb or root" (St. John’s Wort, Pennywort, lungwort, and Bladderwort.) Long ago, herbalists likely thought one of the liverworts resembled a liver - and so used it as a medicine for liver ailments. Thus, the word liverwort means a "liver-like small plant." Now, the reason I chose Eliza Amy Hodgson to close the show today is that she is often shown in a photo, standing in front of a flower border with green foliage and white blossoms. The only problem with the photo is that Eliza is wearing a green hat along with a green dress that is covered in white leaves, which turns the photo into a bit of a Where’s Waldo - and it makes sweet Eliza look like her head is floating above the Landscape. So, here’s a thank you to dear Eliza - who gives us the good reminder never to have your clothes blend in too much with the garden - lest you, in an odd way, become part of the garden itself.

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This week, the Made in the 80s crew’s stranded with Enemy Mine (85)

Сегодня в гостях у нас earthman - Богдан из Харькова. Любит techno, house и около... Публикуюется сравнительно недавно - играет в любительской лиге.) PromoDj: promodj.com/albert.svistoplyas… Immersion #88 @ LINK QDream - Oasis (Original Mix) Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (CamelPhat Extended Remix) Alberto Blanco, Christian Monique - Distant Planets (Christian Monique Remix) SEQU3L - Dark Waters (Dimuth K Remix) November Gray - Oscar Vazquez, Paul Angelo, Don Argento Frank Sonic - Atraxis D.Jameson, Praveen Achary - Obsydian (Praveen Achary Remix) leventina-chris-reece-calamaria Artsever - Shades of Silence Roi Ferrari - Sympathomimetic (Cradle2Grave Remix) [ 88dubs - living in paradise ] Rick Pier O'Neil - Shining Moti Brothers - Desert Mirage (Dave C. Remix) Portal (Original Mix) - Kohra & SHFT

Today Marie Earthman, boutique owner and mom, joins us for Being Business Owner and Coping with Mental Illness. Marie got her start in the retail business at just 14, and never looked back. She grew to have her own successful online jewelry business in 2007 then moved onto a brick and mortar store in 2011, with both apparel and jewelry. But aside from running a successful business, Marie gives us her background on fighting a lifelong battle with depression and anxiety. Though today's topic is a hard one, it's one that needs to be more widely talked about. Mental health issues affect so many of us, and Marie shows us you're not alone.

Mount Olympus Presents: VOICE OF OLYMPUS Larger Than Life Living in the World Today Produced by Hercules Invictus Recoreded Monday June 17, 2019, 9-11 PM EDT I: STARFLEET ADVENTURES (60 minutes), Host: Hercules Invictus, Guest: Bob Vosseller, Topic: A Call to Adventure II: SCHOLARS FROM THE EDGE OF TIME (60 minutes) Hosts: Nicholas Diak & Michele Brittany. Guest: Joshua Henaman, Topic: Bigfoot: Sword of the Earthman

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Flash Gordon, Thun, Prince of the Lionmen, Prince Barin, a former member of Emperor Ming's court, and Dr. Zarkov, plot to overthrow the government of Emperor Ming and rescue Dale Arden.

Today host Pete Lutz brings us a double feature from Season #10 episode #400, CNY Table Reads with "Flash Gordon, Battling a Plant and an Earthman" and finally Act I of William Shakespeare's "MacBeth" by Narada Radio Company.  A variety trilogy of audio drama glory here on Mutual!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Flash Gordon, Thun, Prince of the Lionmen, Prince Barin, a former member of Emperor Ming's court, and Dr. Zarkov, plot to overthrow the government of Emperor Ming and rescue Dale Arden. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today host Pete Lutz brings us a double feature from Season #10 episode #400, CNY Table Reads with "Flash Gordon, Battling a Plant and an Earthman" and finally Act I of William Shakespeare's "MacBeth" by Narada Radio Company.  A variety trilogy of audio drama glory here on Mutual! 

The greatest epic of all time is here: EarthMan Adventures!  Relive the story of EarthMan as he comes to Earth and battles the sinister Mr. Pollution's evil schemes! Join the All-New Culture Cast in this hilarious adventure!  Nothing will be the same again!

Another week in the life of an Earthman. This week Troy and Faris discuss the state fair, current hip hop, and the weeks top stories....minus most of the political ones

Another week in the life of an Earthman. This week Troy and Faris discuss the state fair, current hip hop, and the weeks top stories....minus most of the political ones

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to 'Films To Be Buried With' with Brett Goldstein! Please welcome aboard the dark lord of Scotland, the actorial legend who is STEVEN CREE!A powerfully fun episode for you this week as Brett catches up with acting pal Steven, star of many a film and show including the excellent ‘Outlander’ and, as you shall hear, the classic ‘John Carter’. Oh, you will hear about that one… It’s a fantastic and jolly one, on which Brett goes all the way in on history including Steven’s shows he performed in when he was a kid, his brother Derek’s influence on his career (and how funny Derek’s name is), being a wardrobe assistant to Brett, the reality or coincidence of spiritual moments, being placated after a rough show, the crazies of Los Angeles, quicksand, an amazing story about his worst film and - yes indeed - the one line that won’t quit… His role in John Carter… So enjoy. The episode is long… “and so too will the chuckling be yours, Earthman*”…(* this will make sense in the fullness of time, trust me)––––– ––––– –––––THIS WEEK'S LINKS:• STEVEN CREE on TWITTER!• STEVEN on IMDB!• OUTLANDER!• BRETT GOLDSTEIN on TWITTER!• BRETT GOLDSTEIN on INSTAGRAM!• TICKETS TO SEE BRETT @ THE EDINBURGH FRINGE!• 'SUPERBOB' - Brett's 2015 feature film!• 'CORNERBOYS' with BRETT & SCROOBIUS PIP!• DISTRACTION PIECES NETWORK on FACEBOOK• DISTRACTION PIECES NETWORK on INSTAGRAM See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

The fact that the character of Aaron exists in the Bible is fairly confusing to me. If Moses had a speech impediment why not just heal him instead of roping one more guy into the whole plot? How do Christians handle the holy pregnancy? The celebratory date of the conception is in early December and the birth in the end of the same month. Was it a super quick or really long pregnancy?   What does the word "begotten" as in "only begotten son" mean? Why do you think the doctrine of the Trinity is such a cornerstone doctrine even among Protestants and Evangelicals? It seems like it should have been a doctrine they might have wanted to jettison after breaking with the Catholic Church. Do you think the crucifixion story might have been invented as a away to console early Christians over the persecutions and martyrdoms they experienced? Watching a commentary on the Jack Chick tract "Earthman," I noticed that Chick specifically used the term "little animals" to describe God giving Adam and Eve skins to wear. Could he have been thinking of foreskins? Can you talk about the history of literal interpretation of scripture in Christianity and Judaism? Have there always been strains of it, or is it more--as I initially suspected--more of a Protestant development? What does Paul mean by â??braggingâ?? or â??boastingâ?? which he sometimes condemns, other times approves? Did the Book of Tobiut influence the NT? And might the gospels be other examples of overt edifying fictions? Theme music provided by: Peter Benjamin - composer for media www.peterbenjaminmusic.org peterbenjaminmusic@gmail.com

In this podcast Editor-in-Chief Kelly A. Tappenden, PhD, RD, interviews author Carrie P. Earthman, PhD, RD on the article, "Long-Term Body Composition Changes in Women Following Roux-en-Y Gastric Bypass Surgery" published in the May 2017 issue of JPEN. 

So you have a great idea for a comic book, and decide to put your money where your mouth (or pen) are.  You slave away on a script,  and now you need to get it onto the comic book page.  How do you go about finding artists? Where to look? What to do? Lucky for writers and prospective artists, I spoke with Andrea Molinari (creator/writer of The Shepherd) and Joshua S. Heneman  (creator of Bigfoot Sword of the Earthman) about how they handled just that problem and the solutions they found.  

Flash! You know the rest. On this episode we took a look at the cult classic Flash Gordon from 1980. Neither of us had much previous experience with this movie and we both had different opinions at the end. Flash Gordon is a pretty straight-forward sci-fi tale of an Earthman sent into outer space where he encounters Ming the Merciless. He is tasked with overthrowing the maniacal ruler of Mingo City and preventing the destruction of Earth. This movie is like no other movie we’ve talked about on our list. We had a pretty good time talking about it, and we hope you enjoy the episode. Where does Flash Gordon rate for you? We’d love to know if it’s considered to be classic camp fun, or better left forgotten. Next time on Reel Comic Heroes - Raiders of the Lost Ark   eMail: reelcomicheroes@gmail.com Twitter: @reelComicHeroes Facebook.com/ReelComicHeroes Instagram @reelComicHeroes Our show is now available on Google Play Music. Use the hashtag #PodernFamily on Twitter to find more great shows to listen to.

The lead-up to Earth-2.net: The Show 900 begins here with four episodes of The Amazing Interplanetary Adventures of Flash Gordon: "On the Planet Mongo," "Battling a Plant and an Earthman," "The Prison Ship," and "Can Zarkov Save Hawk Mens' City."

The lead-up to Earth-2.net: The Show 900 begins here with four episodes of The Amazing Interplanetary Adventures of Flash Gordon: "On the Planet Mongo," "Battling a Plant and an Earthman," "The Prison Ship," and "Can Zarkov Save Hawk Mens' City."

The lead-up to Earth-2.net: The Show 900 begins here with four episodes of The Amazing Interplanetary Adventures of Flash Gordon: "On the Planet Mongo," "Battling a Plant and an Earthman," "The Prison Ship," and "Can Zarkov Save Hawk Mens' City."

The lead-up to Earth-2.net: The Show 900 begins here with four episodes of The Amazing Interplanetary Adventures of Flash Gordon: "On the Planet Mongo," "Battling a Plant and an Earthman," "The Prison Ship," and "Can Zarkov Save Hawk Mens' City."

Jeremy and Paul V. talk to Josh Henaman to Discuss his graphic novel "Bigfoot Sword of the Earthman", craft beer, and sasquatch conventions.

Call the Major Spoilers Hotline - 785-727-1939 Share your thoughts on this episode - http://wp.me/p8YAd-1xMI If you like this show, support it - https://members.majorspoilers.com/subscribe The Major Spoilers Store is located at http://majorspoilers.bigcartel.com This week on the Major Spoilers Podcast: Scarlett Coutur and Des Taylor take us on a whirlwind spy chase, Flash speeds over to Supergirl, Gutter Magic #2 is a thing to behold, Mirror #1 is a fave, Big Foot: Sowrd of the Earthman #3 takes us off planet, Adventures of Supergirl #2 plays nice, and we wonder who is sexier - Adam West or William Shatner? Save 10% on a new subscription to Loot Crate by going to www.lootcrate.com/Spoilers and using the code Spoilers Get involved with the Major Spoilers Podcast Network LINK NEWS Flash and Supergirl team up in March http://majorspoilers.com/2016/02/03/television-the-flash-will-crossover-with-supergirl-this-year/ REVIEWS STEPHEN Gutter Magic #2 (of 4) Writer: Rick Douek Artist: Brett Barkley Publisher: IDW Publishing A showdown at the Goblin Market puts Cinder and Blacktooth on the path to tracking down their quarry - but the necromantic sorceress known as the Morgue wants Cinder's head, even if she has to threaten his family to get it. Fans of Harry Potter and Sin City will love this genre-bending caper that brings magic down to the gritty streets of New York! MATTHEW Mirror #1 Story By: Emma Ríos Art By: Hwei Lim EMMA RÍOS and HWEI LIM team up for a new ongoing series, following a terrorist talking dog, an idealist mage, and a heroic lab rat on their quest for acceptance. RODRIGO BIG FOOT: SWORD OF THE EARTHMAN #3 Writer(s): Josh S. Henaman Artist Name(s): Andy Taylor and Tamra Bonvillain Cover Artist(s): Andy Taylor and Tamra Bonvillain Variant Cover Artist(s): Dave Hamann and Jules Rivera The sci-fi sword, sorcery and sasquatch epic continues with Bigfoot and Bagworm on the hunt for the Heart of the Sun, a priceless gem worth untold riches! Standing in their way is Malona the Damned, Queen of the Fiends of Mars! Variant cover by Dave Hamann and Jules Rivera, limited to 1,500 copies! ASHLEY ADVENTURES OF SUPERGIRL #2 Writer: Sterling Gates Artist: Bengal Supergirl is desperate to save her sister Alex from certain disaster, but can she stop a helicopter from falling out of the sky while ALSO protecting the humans endangered by an alien the DEO calls Rampage? If you want to suggest a trade paperback, you need to send an email to podcast@majorspoilers.com. That suggestion will go into the hopper and at least once a month, we’ll pick a number of suggestions for you to vote on, and at the end of the polling period, the book with the most votes will get the Major Spoilers Podcast treatment. DISCUSSION: Scarlett Couture Volume 1 “SCARLETT COUTURE WRITER: DES TAYLOR ARTIST: DES TAYLOR Beautiful. Intelligent. Deadly. Scarlett Couture is all of these things, and more. She’s a spy. Using her cover as Head of Security for her mother’s internationally renowned fashion house, she gathers intelligence for the CIA. In this explosive first issue, Scarlett follows her instincts right into the middle of the action and finds she needs to use all her wits to get herself out of hot water! The high-octane critical and sales hit, finally collected in one explosive volume. Contact us at podcast@majorspoilers.com A big Thank You goes out to everyone who downloads, subscribes, listens, and supports this show. We really appreciate you taking the time to listen to our ramblings each week. Tell your friends!

Call the Major Spoilers Hotline - 785-727-1939 Share your thoughts on this episode - http://wp.me/p8YAd-1xMI If you like this show, support it - https://members.majorspoilers.com/subscribe The Major Spoilers Store is located at http://majorspoilers.bigcartel.com This week on the Major Spoilers Podcast: Scarlett Coutur and Des Taylor take us on a whirlwind spy chase, Flash speeds over to Supergirl, Gutter Magic #2 is a thing to behold, Mirror #1 is a fave, Big Foot: Sowrd of the Earthman #3 takes us off planet, Adventures of Supergirl #2 plays nice, and we wonder who is sexier - Adam West or William Shatner? Save 10% on a new subscription to Loot Crate by going to www.lootcrate.com/Spoilers and using the code Spoilers Get involved with the Major Spoilers Podcast Network LINK NEWS Flash and Supergirl team up in March http://majorspoilers.com/2016/02/03/television-the-flash-will-crossover-with-supergirl-this-year/ REVIEWS STEPHEN Gutter Magic #2 (of 4) Writer: Rick Douek Artist: Brett Barkley Publisher: IDW Publishing A showdown at the Goblin Market puts Cinder and Blacktooth on the path to tracking down their quarry - but the necromantic sorceress known as the Morgue wants Cinder's head, even if she has to threaten his family to get it. Fans of Harry Potter and Sin City will love this genre-bending caper that brings magic down to the gritty streets of New York! MATTHEW Mirror #1 Story By: Emma Ríos Art By: Hwei Lim EMMA RÍOS and HWEI LIM team up for a new ongoing series, following a terrorist talking dog, an idealist mage, and a heroic lab rat on their quest for acceptance. RODRIGO BIG FOOT: SWORD OF THE EARTHMAN #3 Writer(s): Josh S. Henaman Artist Name(s): Andy Taylor and Tamra Bonvillain Cover Artist(s): Andy Taylor and Tamra Bonvillain Variant Cover Artist(s): Dave Hamann and Jules Rivera The sci-fi sword, sorcery and sasquatch epic continues with Bigfoot and Bagworm on the hunt for the Heart of the Sun, a priceless gem worth untold riches! Standing in their way is Malona the Damned, Queen of the Fiends of Mars! Variant cover by Dave Hamann and Jules Rivera, limited to 1,500 copies! ASHLEY ADVENTURES OF SUPERGIRL #2 Writer: Sterling Gates Artist: Bengal Supergirl is desperate to save her sister Alex from certain disaster, but can she stop a helicopter from falling out of the sky while ALSO protecting the humans endangered by an alien the DEO calls Rampage? If you want to suggest a trade paperback, you need to send an email to podcast@majorspoilers.com. That suggestion will go into the hopper and at least once a month, we’ll pick a number of suggestions for you to vote on, and at the end of the polling period, the book with the most votes will get the Major Spoilers Podcast treatment. DISCUSSION: Scarlett Couture Volume 1 “SCARLETT COUTURE WRITER: DES TAYLOR ARTIST: DES TAYLOR Beautiful. Intelligent. Deadly. Scarlett Couture is all of these things, and more. She’s a spy. Using her cover as Head of Security for her mother’s internationally renowned fashion house, she gathers intelligence for the CIA. In this explosive first issue, Scarlett follows her instincts right into the middle of the action and finds she needs to use all her wits to get herself out of hot water! The high-octane critical and sales hit, finally collected in one explosive volume. Contact us at podcast@majorspoilers.com A big Thank You goes out to everyone who downloads, subscribes, listens, and supports this show. We really appreciate you taking the time to listen to our ramblings each week. Tell your friends!

Pitz Quattrone and the Earthman Band visit Paradigms for an evening of amazing music featuring Pitz on Didgeridoo with Michael Giammusso on Djembe, Damien Middelton on Bass. Chris Robertson playing Slide Guitar, and Fiddle meister, Allen “Crazy Chase” Church, and … More ... The post Pitz Quattrone and the Earthman Band Perform Live! appeared first on Paradigms Podcast.

Lindsey VanSchoiack is a Ph.D. candidate in biomedical engineering at UCI. Her research is focused on studying calcification and implant stability and integration in biological systems using an instrument developed by her advisor Jim C. Earthman, Ph.D. Lindsey received an Achievement Rewards for College Scientists (ARCS) Fellowship from the Orange County chapter of ARCS, a national organization.