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 Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission."Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.Ever since the people of Eros had unleashed their horrific weapon on them, the Priamites orgasmed almost constantly. The Eros Curse, which seemed like a gift at first, became a tool of enslavement and oppression as the great Priam civilization devolved into listless people who passed the time sitting and staring at nothing in particular. Even special holidays were simply spent gathered in each other's' houses, grunting intermittently. The children of Priam, spared by the curse of Eros by living in growth pods, were never exposed to the disease or its effects until the seemingly arbitrary age of 18, so at least there was no trouble with the censors. The demands of orgasming so frequently took its toll on the Priamite's bodies. Dehydration, muscle spasms, and fatigue were common. The effects on the mind were worse. It wasn't until the invention of the cumsuit, which not only reclaimed the fluid loss and prevented dehydration, but also reduced arousing sensations until the wearer was nearly numb, that it was possible for them to journey out into the stars in search of a cure.Guided by the ancient journals of the revered Dr. Fehr, the Priamites had come to a small planet where it was foretold that there was a force of great and terrible power. It was hoped that this force could be used to break free of the cruel Eros Curse, but time was running out. Even wearing the cumsuits, the crew of the Onan, who were the most stoic, intellectual and sexless men of Priam, felt themselves progressively weakening to the Curse. It was only a matter of time until they lost all sense of duty and simply went adrift through the universe."No audio yet, Captain. The resonant frequency is so shrill that if we don't modulate the pitch; uh;” Lieutenant Cavill replied, closing his eyes and shaking as he orgasmed, then collapsed and stared blankly at the control panels as he recovered.Another crewman took over at the panel, "Captain, I can give you audio, but only for a short time. Even on their planet, they; they; oh; oh fuck;” the replacement said, stiffening as he spurted inside his suit, then shook his head to clear it and looked to their leader for orders. Captain Hemsworth braced himself in his chair and nodded for him to activate audio.A horrendous braying screech filled the bridge, “ No Idea Why You People Can't Even Take An Order Right! I Ordered The Cobb Salad With Extra Avocado! I Don't Care If It's Not On There Or Not! Fix The Damn Menu! I Have Been Coming Here For Over 15 Years And I Know For A Fact That You People Had Cobb Salad On There Two Years Ago When You Were Called Baker's Pie;"Another voice interjected, soft and conciliatory, "Oh, yes, ma'am; I see the confusion. The Baker's Pie that was here went out of business. This restaurant is Snooker's, now, so we don't have the same menu, but our club salad is very similar to;""Are You Actually Interrupting Me? Get. Me. A. Cobb. Salad. Extra Avocado! Do You Understand? Extra Avocado! Mucho Amortado! Comprendo Estupido?"Even in that short interlude, most of the Onan's bridge crew had begun bleeding from their ears and collapsing onto the deck. Captain Hemsworth, a man of rare tolerance and stamina, struggled past their unconscious bodies to the control panel and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. "Computer, disburse caffeline into bridge life support systems, 15 parts per million," he mumbled, leaning on the control panel for support as the strong stimulant hissed into the room. He didn't like to use the drug, because the heightened energy it gave often led to periods of prolonged involuntary masturbation, but he couldn't afford to waste time for the crewmen to awaken naturally. Not when conditions were so dire on Priam.Lieutenant Cavill groaned and rose weakly, climbing back into his console chair and checking the readings. "What happened, Captain? Our scans showed a primitive civilization on the planet without any meaningful defenses. What was that? Some kind of weapon?" he asked.Captain Hemsworth did a double-take at the crewman in wonder, but he said nothing. All around him, he watched the rest of the crew slowly getting to their feet and going back to their positions. All the men were alert, aware, and focused on their duties. Several of them were talking to each other; in full uninterrupted sentences. No one drooled, no one's eyes rolled back; not one of them stared off into space, as if dully re-living the curse that had infected their brains. He, himself, had not even felt the urge to sexually relieve himself once, even with the high levels of caffeline in the air. Indeed, he had not felt anything below the waist; not since he heard that voice. He doubted whether he would have the urge to orgasm ever again. They had finally done it."That was no weapon, Cavill; it is what we came here to find. It's the cure that Dr. Fehr told us was here all along. Contact High Command and tell them; tell them we found it. Tell them we have found; The Karen.The man-eating woman.After straightening out the incompetent waiter on her order, Karen Carmichael excused herself from her prayer group's table and walked to the restrooms, incensed. What kind of man actually cries when taking an order for a salad? Probably gay; or whatever kids were calling themselves these days. Was there such a thing as "gay" anymore, when people "identified" themselves as whatever the hell occurred to them? What was the point of picking a sexuality when people didn't even have a species anymore?Of course, Travis the Waiter had to play the victim about it, too, making the entire restaurant gawk over at their table like they were monsters. He probably knew they were a nice church group and went out of his way to make trouble. Sure, they all scream for "tolerance," but their types couldn't wait to attack nice people of faith like her who showed the world what it was to be decent and pure of heart. Well, he could just kiss his tip money goodbye! Tipping had gotten ridiculous anyway; a generation of whiny babies feeling entitled to extra money just for doing their jobs. ‘If ‘; they did their jobs. She couldn't even get a salad; and, by God, if the Manager didn't make things right, her Yelp review on this place would burn a hole through people's screens!Karen pushed on the door to the restroom tightly clutching her can of pepper spray, because sexual predators were always trying to rape women like her in public restrooms, and she nearly screamed when the door opened. Wet paper towels were everywhere. The garbage bin was overflowing, and some slob had splashed water all over the sink area! Now, she'd have to make the Manager take care of this, too! More drama, when she just wanted to have a nice lunch with her friends. And, of course, the Manager would just try to ‘handle ‘; her; as if she was some unreasonable bitch just for wanting to use a facility that wasn't absolutely disgusting! Then looking near her, but not at her, the Manager would apologize in that fake-nice voice and offer to comp her meal; offering her even more of what was bad in the first place. Managers and their fake apologies. They weren't sorry. The soulless jerks never meant it. They just wanted her to go away; acting like she was a scamming thief instead of someone who just wanted to be treated decently.She settled on the toilet and tried to calm herself. Lately, half the time she wanted to cry, or scream, or tear out her hair; but it wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. Everything changed around her, though. Menus; her children; hairstyles; prices; everything changed. It felt like everything had just left her behind. She looked everywhere for the things she used to love, but she couldn't find them anymore; and if she did find them, they weren't the same as they once were. Nothing made her feel her joy like she used to. That was it. Maybe she was done; that her turn at having any real joy was over. Now, the only time anyone tried to make her happy, or even looked at her, was when she screamed at them.Karen opened her eyes to a rattling sound at the door of her long, handicapped-bathroom stall. "Occupied!" she called out. To her dismay, the dial holding the sliding bolt turned all by itself and the door unlocked. "Hey! Get out!" she yelled, grabbing her pepper spray and holding it in front of her while she tried to stand and pull up her yoga pants."Nice human; good human;” a vaguely disembodied male voice said as a dark, hooded figure in a bizarre form-fitting spacesuit stepped into her stall holding what looked like a staff with a flexible loop affixed to the end of it. It slowly stepped toward her, as cautiously as one might approach a spooked animal. "Human want a nice piece of kale? Yes you do! Yes you do! Who's a good human?" it asked, holding out a curly dark green leaf to her and shaking it temptingly."What the hell?" she yelled, fumbling with the pepper spray can and trying to figure out how to make it work, just as the loop at the end of the staff went down over her head and around her neck, cinching tight.Karen choked, clutching at the loop with one hand, trying to loosen it so she could breathe, and with the other she emptied the can of pepper spray into the hooded face of her attacker. She struggled wildly, but the staff with the loop effectively controlled her and prevented her from landing any punches or kicks on her attacker. As darkness started creeping in on her vision, the last thing she saw was the figure deeply inhale the cloud of pepper spray and hold its breath, then say in a choked voice, "Ready for transport, sir; and man, they've got some good shit down here;”The forgotten leaf of kale fell down next to where Karen's cheek was pressed against the filthy bathroom floor, and with what she feared was her dying breath she choked out, "I want; to see; the; Manager;”Karen's ne victim."I used kale, Sir. Worked like a charm. It's one of the most nutritionally dense materials on the planet, so naturally, it was irresistible," a larger Priamite said to Captain Hemsworth, as he stripped out of his protective suit in a small enclave, bathed in an undulating light.Captain Hemsworth nodded. "Good work, Commander Momoa. Decontaminate for a full four cycles and I want protective measures in place for all personnel. God knows what this thing is capable of when it wakes."Karen heard garbled voices nearby, but kept her eyes closed and tried to steady her breathing. What had happened? The air smelled odd; almost crackling with ozone and energy, like a storm coming. The ambient sounds of the room told her she was not in Snookers anymore. Probably human traffickers. She saw a whole show about it. The bastards kidnapped her and were going to sell her into sexual slavery; except that she wasn't a teenager. She was 51 years old. Nobody would pay for sex with her, much less risk a felony conviction for it. Any ransom demands sent to her husband were going to have disappointing results, as well. So, what was going on? Why was she here? The kids were in college and wouldn't even notice she was gone until Christmas came. Her friends; her passive-aggressive competitors, if she was being honest; they'd just assume she left in a huff and stiffed them on the lunch check. The cold, hard truth was: nobody cared about her anymore and she knew it. That meant, if she was going to get out of this, she would have to do it herself. Her cheek hurt where it had hit that disgusting bathroom floor and she reached her hand up to touch it. The voices yelped in alarm and Karen opened her eyes to see two figures backing away from the enclosure she was imprisoned in."Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my purse?" she yelled, pushing herself to her feet. She walked toward them, crossing her arms and glaring. "I want whoever is in charge over here right now! I mean it!" she yelled, pointing as she walked toward them. One of the figures screamed, clutched at his ears and doubled over, staggering around the room dramatically. The other, larger one she recognized from the restaurant bathroom was in some tanning-booth-looking-thing, half naked and gorgeous in a likely-sexual-predator kind of way. Rather than flailing around the room, he seemed to have gone into a catatonic trance. God, people were useless. "You! Himbo!" she shouted, pointing at him. "Where is my purse? Did you even think to get it when you kidnapped me, or am I going to miss my Ozempic shot? I hope to God you assholes have good lawyers!"The beefy kidnapper in the tanning booth wobbled, then vomited loudly. Karen snorted as he slid down to the floor, unconscious. Pathetic. The smaller figure dove toward a panel on the wall next to her enclosure and pressed a few buttons and she heard the ambient noise of her room change, like it was encased, somehow."I've muted it. It's become even stronger than before;” Captain Hemsworth gasped, helping Commander Momoa to his feet again."How are we going to get it back to Priam? We could choke it out again every time it awakens; give the privilege out as a reward to the crew?" Commander Momoa suggested eagerly."No," Captain Hemsworth said, coming closer to the force field separating him from the angry Karen still yelling and pointing from inside the enclosure. "The cumulative effects of throttling it constantly might affect its functioning. We need The Karen at full power if we are to rescue Priam. We need to keep it conscious. We must feed it, provide it breathing gasses, and keep it clean; it appears to be constantly decaying. That reminds me ; cleaning duty goes to Ensign Holland. He's still on my shit list after the incident with the Zendayans.""Aye, sir."Captain Hemsworth cleared his throat and pressed another button on the side panel. "Hail Karen, bringer of blessed flaccidity, destroyer of abhorrent lust, and banisher of all erotic thought. We are men of the planet Priam. We mean you no harm. We come to you seeking aid, and we come in peace. Actually, until we found you, we would come almost constantly. It was disgusting. Everything was sticky. You see, our enemies from Eros sent us the most perfect pornographic images disguised in an innocent-looking email attachment. Once they were seen, they could not be unseen. They were burned into our brains, cursing us with perpetual arousal. The first wave of Priamites were taken by surprise once they activated the link. The next wave fell victim when the first wave posted the link on their social media because it was just so unbelievably; anyway, after the rest of our population fell out of curiosity or boredom, our civilization was nearly destroyed. We have been searching the stars for a cure, but to no avail. Then, just as all hope seemed lost, we found you; we heard your voice; and our loins finally withered. You are now a guest on my ship, The Onan, en route to my homeworld Priam. There, we will deliver your noxious, strident sounds to everyone, freeing them from their intransigent arousal. Then, after we are assured that all have been cured, we shall return you to your home."At this, Karen made an unpleasant face and began breathing on the clear wall of her enclosure, fogging it. Then, she quickly wrote a short message. "What does it mean?" Commander Momoa said, squinting at the squiggling lines she had made.At this, the computer made a chirp and began speaking, "The message, from the American dialect of the language English translates to: Why didn't you just make a recording?"Captain Hemsworth's shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Commander Momoa's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his face in exasperation. "Fuck;” Momoa said in realization. "A recording;”"Dammit. We didn't have to take her at all, did we?" Captain Hemsworth groaned.Karen glared at them and wrote another word on the wall. As certain as Captain Hemsworth was that he did not need or want the translation, the computer was already on the job. "'Dumbasses,'" the computer cheerfully intoned, "a colloquial phrase, plural of the insult 'dumbass,' meaning 'a foolish or stupid person.'""End translation. Yes, Karen, if we had thought to record your voice instead of kidnapping you, this might have been a much shorter story, and considerably less inconvenient, but as it is, we are closer to Priam than Earth at this point, and our course is set. We will bring you to Priam and then return you home. Perhaps kidnapping you was not the most well-considered solution, but I defy you to think clearly after constantly watching porn for eons and let me know if you do any better."Karen's new calling.Great; as if getting old wasn't insult enough, I've actually become an intergalactic sexual repellent, Karen thought to herself as she paced around her cell. A lifetime of trying to do things right, and this is what it gets me. She wasn't so surprised that there were aliens in the universe, or that they had somehow weaponized porn, but that with all their advancements they were still so stupid!Sighing, she closed her eyes and listened to the ambient sounds of her cell. Life had been so noisy, the last 30 years. Everyone needing her, pulling on her for one thing or another. No peace. Lately though, with the kids gone and Cal; otherwise occupied; life had gone silent. The silence that she had wished for held no peace when it finally came. It just reverberated with the memory of things that had left her behind, making her anxious to fill the emptiness with noise. Nothing came to lure her mind away from the silence, no pleasurable temptations; her duties were done and it felt wrong to do, or even think about, anything else. My god, she had been kidnapped, was flying through the galaxy, and was surrounded by beefcake aliens and she was still thinking about that stupid loose tile in the master bathroom; she needed to get it fixed before the house was sold.A slight sound outside her cell drew her attention. "Who's there?" Karen asked, softly, opening her eyes.A wide-eyed figure peered around the edge of her cell, moving with cautious curiosity. It seemed younger than the other ones. It moved with a sense of barely-restrained eagerness, adorable and earnest. It also held a curved sort of wand in its hand."Honey, if you're here to anally probe me, I'll pass. I already had a colonoscopy this year, I'll have them send you the records;” she murmured, not expecting an answer.After a pause as the figure listened to the translation, its large eyes got even wider. "Is that how you poop?" he asked."What?" she asked, looking more closely at the young alien."I'm supposed to clean your cell when you poop; but you haven't pooped yet; wait, do colonoscopies make you poop?" it asked, scandalized.Karen closed her eyes and shook her head, "No. Colonoscopies put a small camera up your ass so that we can pay a doctor to do what we were afraid aliens like you would do to us if we got drunk in cornfields too much. They don't make us poop. In fact; well, never mind;” she trailed off, embarrassed.She still had vivid memories of her first colonoscopy earlier in the year, drinking gallons of preparatory laxatives, and the resulting quality time with her phone on the toilet. It was an odd experience; not awful, but not one that she could talk to anyone about. Her friends only talked about their kids and their successes, or whose husband cheated on them with some young thing, viciously salivating over their friends' misery with barely concealed glee. Forget about talking through her fears about it with Cal; that wasn't something he was interested in. Not anymore.After the procedure, she had been scared and disoriented from the sedation. For whatever reason, Cal hadn't shown up to give her a ride home. The stupid clinic wouldn't let her leave until someone could drive her home and take care of her. She just sat there getting more and more anxious. Eventually, she called an Uber and begged Xabiib the driver to pretend to be her neighbor; or just someone who cared about her. She spent the ride home trying to say his name correctly while he chuckled and repeated it for her. It was so horrifyingly embarrassing. It's one thing to have no one care about you, but another thing to have the whole world know about it when you were helpless and confused.Tears had rolled down her cheeks and she absently wiped them off with her hand. The young alien sat up and craned his head to look at the liquid on her hand. Karen snorted, "At ease, Holland. It's not poop. You're not getting anything out of me unless you have some heavy-duty magnesium supplements or yogurt."Holland's eyes went wide, "Are humans telepathic???" he gasped. "How did you know my name? Wow, that's so cool! Do it again! What am I thinking about now?"Karen suppressed a smile. Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temples and swayed from side to side, mysteriously. "I see something; something in the mist; something about; could it be; no, it makes no sense. Is it; a Zen; Zendayan? Does that make any sense to you?" she asked.Holland dropped his curved instrument in shock. "Yes! Yes! We just met them! We negotiated with them for supplies! I was there to carry stuff and; and;” he paused, shrinking in on himself a bit. "They are so beautiful. The Zendayans? So beautiful; and super nice; and just; like wow; I was supposed to just stand there until they were done with the talking and bowing and stuff, but they were just like so beautiful.""Well, what happened?" Karen asked."Captain introduced me and I bowed to them. I was feeling dizzy because, you know, their beautifulness just keeps radiating off them. Then; then; the most beautiful of them; she smiled." Holland stared at nothing, immersed in the memory, then wobbled, tipped over, and lay on the floor staring at the ceiling.Karen bit her lips in amusement. "I see. What did you do then?""I; I; I started talking and then I just couldn't stop because I was just trying to say how beautiful she was and how it just made my mind explode when she smiled and then I might have peed on the floor.""Oh dear," Karen said, cringing in sympathy. "We don't always put forward the face we want to when we are in our feelings, do we?" she said, quietly."Yeah; I've been cleaning poop ever since;” Holland sighed. After a while he sat back up, picked up the curved instrument and began twirling it in his hands. "So, like; what about you? Have you always made horrible noises?" he asked.Karen huffed, but then she saw the oblivious earnestness in Holland's face and sighed. "No; I wasn't always; like this. In fact, until about 30 years ago, I made beautiful noises. I was a pianist," she said."But, wait, they said you were a female;” Holland said, confused."Pee, an, ist," Karen repeated slowly. "I played the piano. It's an instrument; I was a musician. I was a student at Juilliard. It's a school on Earth; it was like a dream to even get in. I was on a scholarship, living in this shoddy apartment with my roommate Dana;” she trailed off, thinking about those days when everything seemed possible."Wait! Are you remembering?" Holland asked, breaking her reverie. "Can I remember it, too? Nobody wants to remember with me ever since the Zendayans, so I'm just left with my own memories and it gets so boring.""What are you talking about?""Well, it's kinda like; um; let me just show you. Computer, scan The Karen and project her memories," Holland ordered. A humming noise filled the room and a beam of light shot out of the wall and passed over her several times. Suddenly, her cell transformed into her shoddy apartment in Newark, New Jersey."Oh my gosh; it's just like it," Karen gasped looking around."Humans dream of getting into this?" Holland said, scrutinizing a cockroach scurrying along the floor."No, silly. This was our apartment across the river. We lived here when we weren't at school. Dana and I moved off campus in our second year. We took jobs on the side through an agency. That was when;” she sat down and a phone in the apartment's bedroom began ringing.A long, pale arm reached out of a pile of blankets on the bed and grabbed the phone. "Hullo?" Dana mumbled. A voice on the phone sounded irate. "Yeah, I'm almost there," she said and hung up.

 Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission."Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.Ever since the people of Eros had unleashed their horrific weapon on them, the Priamites orgasmed almost constantly. The Eros Curse, which seemed like a gift at first, became a tool of enslavement and oppression as the great Priam civilization devolved into listless people who passed the time sitting and staring at nothing in particular. Even special holidays were simply spent gathered in each other's' houses, grunting intermittently. The children of Priam, spared by the curse of Eros by living in growth pods, were never exposed to the disease or its effects until the seemingly arbitrary age of 18, so at least there was no trouble with the censors. The demands of orgasming so frequently took its toll on the Priamite's bodies. Dehydration, muscle spasms, and fatigue were common. The effects on the mind were worse. It wasn't until the invention of the cumsuit, which not only reclaimed the fluid loss and prevented dehydration, but also reduced arousing sensations until the wearer was nearly numb, that it was possible for them to journey out into the stars in search of a cure.Guided by the ancient journals of the revered Dr. Fehr, the Priamites had come to a small planet where it was foretold that there was a force of great and terrible power. It was hoped that this force could be used to break free of the cruel Eros Curse, but time was running out. Even wearing the cumsuits, the crew of the Onan, who were the most stoic, intellectual and sexless men of Priam, felt themselves progressively weakening to the Curse. It was only a matter of time until they lost all sense of duty and simply went adrift through the universe."No audio yet, Captain. The resonant frequency is so shrill that if we don't modulate the pitch; uh;” Lieutenant Cavill replied, closing his eyes and shaking as he orgasmed, then collapsed and stared blankly at the control panels as he recovered.Another crewman took over at the panel, "Captain, I can give you audio, but only for a short time. Even on their planet, they; they; oh; oh fuck;” the replacement said, stiffening as he spurted inside his suit, then shook his head to clear it and looked to their leader for orders. Captain Hemsworth braced himself in his chair and nodded for him to activate audio.A horrendous braying screech filled the bridge, “ No Idea Why You People Can't Even Take An Order Right! I Ordered The Cobb Salad With Extra Avocado! I Don't Care If It's Not On There Or Not! Fix The Damn Menu! I Have Been Coming Here For Over 15 Years And I Know For A Fact That You People Had Cobb Salad On There Two Years Ago When You Were Called Baker's Pie;"Another voice interjected, soft and conciliatory, "Oh, yes, ma'am; I see the confusion. The Baker's Pie that was here went out of business. This restaurant is Snooker's, now, so we don't have the same menu, but our club salad is very similar to;""Are You Actually Interrupting Me? Get. Me. A. Cobb. Salad. Extra Avocado! Do You Understand? Extra Avocado! Mucho Amortado! Comprendo Estupido?"Even in that short interlude, most of the Onan's bridge crew had begun bleeding from their ears and collapsing onto the deck. Captain Hemsworth, a man of rare tolerance and stamina, struggled past their unconscious bodies to the control panel and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. "Computer, disburse caffeline into bridge life support systems, 15 parts per million," he mumbled, leaning on the control panel for support as the strong stimulant hissed into the room. He didn't like to use the drug, because the heightened energy it gave often led to periods of prolonged involuntary masturbation, but he couldn't afford to waste time for the crewmen to awaken naturally. Not when conditions were so dire on Priam.Lieutenant Cavill groaned and rose weakly, climbing back into his console chair and checking the readings. "What happened, Captain? Our scans showed a primitive civilization on the planet without any meaningful defenses. What was that? Some kind of weapon?" he asked.Captain Hemsworth did a double-take at the crewman in wonder, but he said nothing. All around him, he watched the rest of the crew slowly getting to their feet and going back to their positions. All the men were alert, aware, and focused on their duties. Several of them were talking to each other; in full uninterrupted sentences. No one drooled, no one's eyes rolled back; not one of them stared off into space, as if dully re-living the curse that had infected their brains. He, himself, had not even felt the urge to sexually relieve himself once, even with the high levels of caffeline in the air. Indeed, he had not felt anything below the waist; not since he heard that voice. He doubted whether he would have the urge to orgasm ever again. They had finally done it."That was no weapon, Cavill; it is what we came here to find. It's the cure that Dr. Fehr told us was here all along. Contact High Command and tell them; tell them we found it. Tell them we have found; The Karen.The man-eating woman.After straightening out the incompetent waiter on her order, Karen Carmichael excused herself from her prayer group's table and walked to the restrooms, incensed. What kind of man actually cries when taking an order for a salad? Probably gay; or whatever kids were calling themselves these days. Was there such a thing as "gay" anymore, when people "identified" themselves as whatever the hell occurred to them? What was the point of picking a sexuality when people didn't even have a species anymore?Of course, Travis the Waiter had to play the victim about it, too, making the entire restaurant gawk over at their table like they were monsters. He probably knew they were a nice church group and went out of his way to make trouble. Sure, they all scream for "tolerance," but their types couldn't wait to attack nice people of faith like her who showed the world what it was to be decent and pure of heart. Well, he could just kiss his tip money goodbye! Tipping had gotten ridiculous anyway; a generation of whiny babies feeling entitled to extra money just for doing their jobs. ‘If ‘; they did their jobs. She couldn't even get a salad; and, by God, if the Manager didn't make things right, her Yelp review on this place would burn a hole through people's screens!Karen pushed on the door to the restroom tightly clutching her can of pepper spray, because sexual predators were always trying to rape women like her in public restrooms, and she nearly screamed when the door opened. Wet paper towels were everywhere. The garbage bin was overflowing, and some slob had splashed water all over the sink area! Now, she'd have to make the Manager take care of this, too! More drama, when she just wanted to have a nice lunch with her friends. And, of course, the Manager would just try to ‘handle ‘; her; as if she was some unreasonable bitch just for wanting to use a facility that wasn't absolutely disgusting! Then looking near her, but not at her, the Manager would apologize in that fake-nice voice and offer to comp her meal; offering her even more of what was bad in the first place. Managers and their fake apologies. They weren't sorry. The soulless jerks never meant it. They just wanted her to go away; acting like she was a scamming thief instead of someone who just wanted to be treated decently.She settled on the toilet and tried to calm herself. Lately, half the time she wanted to cry, or scream, or tear out her hair; but it wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. Everything changed around her, though. Menus; her children; hairstyles; prices; everything changed. It felt like everything had just left her behind. She looked everywhere for the things she used to love, but she couldn't find them anymore; and if she did find them, they weren't the same as they once were. Nothing made her feel her joy like she used to. That was it. Maybe she was done; that her turn at having any real joy was over. Now, the only time anyone tried to make her happy, or even looked at her, was when she screamed at them.Karen opened her eyes to a rattling sound at the door of her long, handicapped-bathroom stall. "Occupied!" she called out. To her dismay, the dial holding the sliding bolt turned all by itself and the door unlocked. "Hey! Get out!" she yelled, grabbing her pepper spray and holding it in front of her while she tried to stand and pull up her yoga pants."Nice human; good human;” a vaguely disembodied male voice said as a dark, hooded figure in a bizarre form-fitting spacesuit stepped into her stall holding what looked like a staff with a flexible loop affixed to the end of it. It slowly stepped toward her, as cautiously as one might approach a spooked animal. "Human want a nice piece of kale? Yes you do! Yes you do! Who's a good human?" it asked, holding out a curly dark green leaf to her and shaking it temptingly."What the hell?" she yelled, fumbling with the pepper spray can and trying to figure out how to make it work, just as the loop at the end of the staff went down over her head and around her neck, cinching tight.Karen choked, clutching at the loop with one hand, trying to loosen it so she could breathe, and with the other she emptied the can of pepper spray into the hooded face of her attacker. She struggled wildly, but the staff with the loop effectively controlled her and prevented her from landing any punches or kicks on her attacker. As darkness started creeping in on her vision, the last thing she saw was the figure deeply inhale the cloud of pepper spray and hold its breath, then say in a choked voice, "Ready for transport, sir; and man, they've got some good shit down here;”The forgotten leaf of kale fell down next to where Karen's cheek was pressed against the filthy bathroom floor, and with what she feared was her dying breath she choked out, "I want; to see; the; Manager;”Karen's ne victim."I used kale, Sir. Worked like a charm. It's one of the most nutritionally dense materials on the planet, so naturally, it was irresistible," a larger Priamite said to Captain Hemsworth, as he stripped out of his protective suit in a small enclave, bathed in an undulating light.Captain Hemsworth nodded. "Good work, Commander Momoa. Decontaminate for a full four cycles and I want protective measures in place for all personnel. God knows what this thing is capable of when it wakes."Karen heard garbled voices nearby, but kept her eyes closed and tried to steady her breathing. What had happened? The air smelled odd; almost crackling with ozone and energy, like a storm coming. The ambient sounds of the room told her she was not in Snookers anymore. Probably human traffickers. She saw a whole show about it. The bastards kidnapped her and were going to sell her into sexual slavery; except that she wasn't a teenager. She was 51 years old. Nobody would pay for sex with her, much less risk a felony conviction for it. Any ransom demands sent to her husband were going to have disappointing results, as well. So, what was going on? Why was she here? The kids were in college and wouldn't even notice she was gone until Christmas came. Her friends; her passive-aggressive competitors, if she was being honest; they'd just assume she left in a huff and stiffed them on the lunch check. The cold, hard truth was: nobody cared about her anymore and she knew it. That meant, if she was going to get out of this, she would have to do it herself. Her cheek hurt where it had hit that disgusting bathroom floor and she reached her hand up to touch it. The voices yelped in alarm and Karen opened her eyes to see two figures backing away from the enclosure she was imprisoned in."Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my purse?" she yelled, pushing herself to her feet. She walked toward them, crossing her arms and glaring. "I want whoever is in charge over here right now! I mean it!" she yelled, pointing as she walked toward them. One of the figures screamed, clutched at his ears and doubled over, staggering around the room dramatically. The other, larger one she recognized from the restaurant bathroom was in some tanning-booth-looking-thing, half naked and gorgeous in a likely-sexual-predator kind of way. Rather than flailing around the room, he seemed to have gone into a catatonic trance. God, people were useless. "You! Himbo!" she shouted, pointing at him. "Where is my purse? Did you even think to get it when you kidnapped me, or am I going to miss my Ozempic shot? I hope to God you assholes have good lawyers!"The beefy kidnapper in the tanning booth wobbled, then vomited loudly. Karen snorted as he slid down to the floor, unconscious. Pathetic. The smaller figure dove toward a panel on the wall next to her enclosure and pressed a few buttons and she heard the ambient noise of her room change, like it was encased, somehow."I've muted it. It's become even stronger than before;” Captain Hemsworth gasped, helping Commander Momoa to his feet again."How are we going to get it back to Priam? We could choke it out again every time it awakens; give the privilege out as a reward to the crew?" Commander Momoa suggested eagerly."No," Captain Hemsworth said, coming closer to the force field separating him from the angry Karen still yelling and pointing from inside the enclosure. "The cumulative effects of throttling it constantly might affect its functioning. We need The Karen at full power if we are to rescue Priam. We need to keep it conscious. We must feed it, provide it breathing gasses, and keep it clean; it appears to be constantly decaying. That reminds me ; cleaning duty goes to Ensign Holland. He's still on my shit list after the incident with the Zendayans.""Aye, sir."Captain Hemsworth cleared his throat and pressed another button on the side panel. "Hail Karen, bringer of blessed flaccidity, destroyer of abhorrent lust, and banisher of all erotic thought. We are men of the planet Priam. We mean you no harm. We come to you seeking aid, and we come in peace. Actually, until we found you, we would come almost constantly. It was disgusting. Everything was sticky. You see, our enemies from Eros sent us the most perfect pornographic images disguised in an innocent-looking email attachment. Once they were seen, they could not be unseen. They were burned into our brains, cursing us with perpetual arousal. The first wave of Priamites were taken by surprise once they activated the link. The next wave fell victim when the first wave posted the link on their social media because it was just so unbelievably; anyway, after the rest of our population fell out of curiosity or boredom, our civilization was nearly destroyed. We have been searching the stars for a cure, but to no avail. Then, just as all hope seemed lost, we found you; we heard your voice; and our loins finally withered. You are now a guest on my ship, The Onan, en route to my homeworld Priam. There, we will deliver your noxious, strident sounds to everyone, freeing them from their intransigent arousal. Then, after we are assured that all have been cured, we shall return you to your home."At this, Karen made an unpleasant face and began breathing on the clear wall of her enclosure, fogging it. Then, she quickly wrote a short message. "What does it mean?" Commander Momoa said, squinting at the squiggling lines she had made.At this, the computer made a chirp and began speaking, "The message, from the American dialect of the language English translates to: Why didn't you just make a recording?"Captain Hemsworth's shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Commander Momoa's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his face in exasperation. "Fuck;” Momoa said in realization. "A recording;”"Dammit. We didn't have to take her at all, did we?" Captain Hemsworth groaned.Karen glared at them and wrote another word on the wall. As certain as Captain Hemsworth was that he did not need or want the translation, the computer was already on the job. "'Dumbasses,'" the computer cheerfully intoned, "a colloquial phrase, plural of the insult 'dumbass,' meaning 'a foolish or stupid person.'""End translation. Yes, Karen, if we had thought to record your voice instead of kidnapping you, this might have been a much shorter story, and considerably less inconvenient, but as it is, we are closer to Priam than Earth at this point, and our course is set. We will bring you to Priam and then return you home. Perhaps kidnapping you was not the most well-considered solution, but I defy you to think clearly after constantly watching porn for eons and let me know if you do any better."Karen's new calling.Great; as if getting old wasn't insult enough, I've actually become an intergalactic sexual repellent, Karen thought to herself as she paced around her cell. A lifetime of trying to do things right, and this is what it gets me. She wasn't so surprised that there were aliens in the universe, or that they had somehow weaponized porn, but that with all their advancements they were still so stupid!Sighing, she closed her eyes and listened to the ambient sounds of her cell. Life had been so noisy, the last 30 years. Everyone needing her, pulling on her for one thing or another. No peace. Lately though, with the kids gone and Cal; otherwise occupied; life had gone silent. The silence that she had wished for held no peace when it finally came. It just reverberated with the memory of things that had left her behind, making her anxious to fill the emptiness with noise. Nothing came to lure her mind away from the silence, no pleasurable temptations; her duties were done and it felt wrong to do, or even think about, anything else. My god, she had been kidnapped, was flying through the galaxy, and was surrounded by beefcake aliens and she was still thinking about that stupid loose tile in the master bathroom; she needed to get it fixed before the house was sold.A slight sound outside her cell drew her attention. "Who's there?" Karen asked, softly, opening her eyes.A wide-eyed figure peered around the edge of her cell, moving with cautious curiosity. It seemed younger than the other ones. It moved with a sense of barely-restrained eagerness, adorable and earnest. It also held a curved sort of wand in its hand."Honey, if you're here to anally probe me, I'll pass. I already had a colonoscopy this year, I'll have them send you the records;” she murmured, not expecting an answer.After a pause as the figure listened to the translation, its large eyes got even wider. "Is that how you poop?" he asked."What?" she asked, looking more closely at the young alien."I'm supposed to clean your cell when you poop; but you haven't pooped yet; wait, do colonoscopies make you poop?" it asked, scandalized.Karen closed her eyes and shook her head, "No. Colonoscopies put a small camera up your ass so that we can pay a doctor to do what we were afraid aliens like you would do to us if we got drunk in cornfields too much. They don't make us poop. In fact; well, never mind;” she trailed off, embarrassed.She still had vivid memories of her first colonoscopy earlier in the year, drinking gallons of preparatory laxatives, and the resulting quality time with her phone on the toilet. It was an odd experience; not awful, but not one that she could talk to anyone about. Her friends only talked about their kids and their successes, or whose husband cheated on them with some young thing, viciously salivating over their friends' misery with barely concealed glee. Forget about talking through her fears about it with Cal; that wasn't something he was interested in. Not anymore.After the procedure, she had been scared and disoriented from the sedation. For whatever reason, Cal hadn't shown up to give her a ride home. The stupid clinic wouldn't let her leave until someone could drive her home and take care of her. She just sat there getting more and more anxious. Eventually, she called an Uber and begged Xabiib the driver to pretend to be her neighbor; or just someone who cared about her. She spent the ride home trying to say his name correctly while he chuckled and repeated it for her. It was so horrifyingly embarrassing. It's one thing to have no one care about you, but another thing to have the whole world know about it when you were helpless and confused.Tears had rolled down her cheeks and she absently wiped them off with her hand. The young alien sat up and craned his head to look at the liquid on her hand. Karen snorted, "At ease, Holland. It's not poop. You're not getting anything out of me unless you have some heavy-duty magnesium supplements or yogurt."Holland's eyes went wide, "Are humans telepathic???" he gasped. "How did you know my name? Wow, that's so cool! Do it again! What am I thinking about now?"Karen suppressed a smile. Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temples and swayed from side to side, mysteriously. "I see something; something in the mist; something about; could it be; no, it makes no sense. Is it; a Zen; Zendayan? Does that make any sense to you?" she asked.Holland dropped his curved instrument in shock. "Yes! Yes! We just met them! We negotiated with them for supplies! I was there to carry stuff and; and;” he paused, shrinking in on himself a bit. "They are so beautiful. The Zendayans? So beautiful; and super nice; and just; like wow; I was supposed to just stand there until they were done with the talking and bowing and stuff, but they were just like so beautiful.""Well, what happened?" Karen asked."Captain introduced me and I bowed to them. I was feeling dizzy because, you know, their beautifulness just keeps radiating off them. Then; then; the most beautiful of them; she smiled." Holland stared at nothing, immersed in the memory, then wobbled, tipped over, and lay on the floor staring at the ceiling.Karen bit her lips in amusement. "I see. What did you do then?""I; I; I started talking and then I just couldn't stop because I was just trying to say how beautiful she was and how it just made my mind explode when she smiled and then I might have peed on the floor.""Oh dear," Karen said, cringing in sympathy. "We don't always put forward the face we want to when we are in our feelings, do we?" she said, quietly."Yeah; I've been cleaning poop ever since;” Holland sighed. After a while he sat back up, picked up the curved instrument and began twirling it in his hands. "So, like; what about you? Have you always made horrible noises?" he asked.Karen huffed, but then she saw the oblivious earnestness in Holland's face and sighed. "No; I wasn't always; like this. In fact, until about 30 years ago, I made beautiful noises. I was a pianist," she said."But, wait, they said you were a female;” Holland said, confused."Pee, an, ist," Karen repeated slowly. "I played the piano. It's an instrument; I was a musician. I was a student at Juilliard. It's a school on Earth; it was like a dream to even get in. I was on a scholarship, living in this shoddy apartment with my roommate Dana;” she trailed off, thinking about those days when everything seemed possible."Wait! Are you remembering?" Holland asked, breaking her reverie. "Can I remember it, too? Nobody wants to remember with me ever since the Zendayans, so I'm just left with my own memories and it gets so boring.""What are you talking about?""Well, it's kinda like; um; let me just show you. Computer, scan The Karen and project her memories," Holland ordered. A humming noise filled the room and a beam of light shot out of the wall and passed over her several times. Suddenly, her cell transformed into her shoddy apartment in Newark, New Jersey."Oh my gosh; it's just like it," Karen gasped looking around."Humans dream of getting into this?" Holland said, scrutinizing a cockroach scurrying along the floor."No, silly. This was our apartment across the river. We lived here when we weren't at school. Dana and I moved off campus in our second year. We took jobs on the side through an agency. That was when;” she sat down and a phone in the apartment's bedroom began ringing.A long, pale arm reached out of a pile of blankets on the bed and grabbed the phone. "Hullo?" Dana mumbled. A voice on the phone sounded irate. "Yeah, I'm almost there," she said and hung up.

EPISODE SYNOPSIS:A friend of the team, Sally Boom Boom has been arrested and needs sprung from jail: Can the team pass themselves off as cops, get the data they need andperform a jail break under the noses of NYPD Inc? OUR LIVING CAMPAIGN MAPOUR SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS: EDITED BY:Rhydian Jones ARTWORK BY:Fnic SUBMITTING LOCATIONS AND DISTRICTS FOR NEW YORK 2072 MAP:Any Submissions for new lore for existing districts or newlocations, gangs or anything similar can be sent to b.team.shadowrun@gmail.com, with the subject “New Map Lore” or alternatively submitted to the dedicated channel on our discord found at: https://discord.com/invite/QB4FwXvrC4⁠  MUSIC CREDITS:Intro - More Human Than Human by Karl Casey @Whitebat AudioOutro – Neon Thrills by LukHashBackground Music by Kharl Casey, Tabletop Audio & Aim to Head SOUND EFFECTS CREDITS:All Sounds from freesound.org unless otherwise noted.CREATOR - FILE NAMETRP - Cell phone beep (2012).wavmadcowzack - TEXT TYPE SEND RECEIVE iPhone.wavPatrickLieberkind - Mechanical Servo TremoloMATRIXXX_ - SciFi Inspect Sound, UI, or In-Game Notification 01.wavjulianmateo_ - Magic, Explosion,Spell, Sorcery, Enchant, InvocationIwan Gabovitch (qubodup) - Broken Magic Spellkyles - door wood glass bang on hits.flacadriann - Door Slam - No Reverb.wavet_graham - Dropping pile of books.wavBricklover - Water Splash 2.mp3CGEffex - Single clangs.wavGreub - Electroshock Weapon.wavLocalTalkRadio - CigLight.mp3jaegrover - Electronic, Computer, Hard Drive - 1990s Compaq Hard Drive, Spooling Up, Turning Off - Close Perspective Memory Access Noise.wavBreviceps - Phone vibration

En partenariat avec le fonds Nouveau Monde, on vous propose chaque mois une capsule méditative. Ce mois-ci, Audrey Berté nous invite à une méditation sur le thème "Ralentir son pas et savourer la vie." Audrey est membre de l'association Les Parenthèses enchantées - une association nantaise qui œuvre en faveur du bien-être en ville en proposant des parcours et expériences de déconnection digitale pour se reconnecter au monde qui nous entoure.Au quotidien, Audrey accompagne en tant que coach les transitions individuelles et collectives, elle participe à accélérer la transition écologique et organise des retraites en silence.Belle écoute ! ☀️ ---Cette saison de podcasts est soutenue par Nouveau Monde, un fonds de dotation qui facilite l'accès à la méditation et à la pleine conscience, en France.Pour retrouver l'EDLN.Si tu as aimé cet épisode, tu peux le partager, écrire un commentaire dans la description et laisser des étoiles sur ta plateforme d'écoute ! ---

durée : 00:04:28 - La lutte enchantée - par : Camille Crosnier - Aujourd'hui c'est l'humoriste Swann Périssé qui signe la Lutte Enchantée, pour nous parler de nos secrets collectifs.

Visite du roi Charles III au Canada. Il faut faire attention aux informations données par l’IA… Une fin de semaine nuageuse en vue? Tour de table entre Isabelle Perron, Alexandre Dubé et Mario Dumont. Regardez aussi cette discussion en vidéo via https://www.qub.ca/videos ou en vous abonnant à QUB télé : https://www.tvaplus.ca/qub ou sur la chaîne YouTube QUB https://www.youtube.com/@qub_radio Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

Nesta aula de francês, vamos aprender expressões formais e vocabulário essencial para usar o francês em contextos profissionais: reuniões, e-mails, apresentações, negociações e interações corporativas. Saber se comunicar bem nesse ambiente exige clareza, educação e objetividade.1. Saudações e cumprimentos profissionaisBonjour / Bonsoir. – Bom dia / Boa noite (formal)Comment allez-vous ? – Como vai o senhor / a senhora?Enchanté(e) de faire votre connaissance. – Prazer em conhecê-lo(a).Je me permets de me présenter. – Permita-me apresentar.Bienvenue à cette réunion. – Bem-vindo(a) a esta reunião.Exemplo: Bonjour à tous, je suis ravi(e) d'être ici avec vous aujourd'hui.2. Vocabulário de reuniões e apresentaçõesUne réunion – Uma reuniãoUn rendez-vous professionnel – Um compromisso profissionalUn ordre du jour – Uma pautaFaire une présentation – Fazer uma apresentaçãoPrendre la parole – Tomar a palavra / falarDonner son avis – Dar sua opiniãoExemplo: Je vais commencer par présenter les objectifs de notre projet.3. Expressões para negociaçãoNous aimerions proposer… – Gostaríamos de propor…Est-ce que vous seriez prêt à… ? – Você estaria disposto a…?Nous devons trouver un compromis. – Precisamos encontrar um meio-termo.C'est une proposition raisonnable. – É uma proposta razoável.Nous devons en discuter avec notre équipe. – Precisamos discutir com nossa equipe.Exemplo: Nous pensons que cette solution serait bénéfique pour les deux parties.4. Correspondência e e-mails profissionaisObjet : – Assunto:Madame, Monsieur, – Prezado(a) Senhor(a),Je vous écris au sujet de… – Escrevo a respeito de…Je vous remercie pour votre réponse. – Agradeço pela sua resposta.Veuillez agréer, Madame / Monsieur, l'expression de mes salutations distinguées. – Atenciosamente,Exemplo: Je vous écris concernant notre partenariat prévu pour le mois de juin.5. Vocabulário do ambiente corporativoUne entreprise / une société – Uma empresaUn(e) collègue – Um(a) colegaLe patron / la patronne – O chefe / a chefeUn employé / une employée – Um(a) funcionário(a)Un contrat – Um contratoUn accord / un partenariat – Um acordo / uma parceriaLe chiffre d'affaires – O faturamentoUne réunion en visioconférence – Reunião por videoconferênciaExemplo: Nous avons signé un contrat de collaboration avec une entreprise italienne.6. Expressões úteis e frases-chavePuis-je intervenir ? – Posso intervir?Je voudrais ajouter quelque chose. – Gostaria de acrescentar algo.C'est un point très important. – Esse é um ponto muito importante.Je suis d'accord avec vous. – Concordo com você.Merci pour votre attention. – Obrigado(a) pela atenção.Dominar o vocabulário de negócios em francês vai ajudar você a se comunicar com mais confiança e profissionalismo em ambientes formais. Treine essas expressões e esteja preparado para reuniões, e-mails e apresentações. Bonne réunion !**********************************

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

durée : 00:05:22 - La lutte enchantée - par : Camille Crosnier - Aujourd'hui dans la Lutte Enchantée, Féris Barkat - le co-fondateur de Banlieues Climat - vient parler de son engagement.

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

Aujourd'hui, je reçois Anne-Marie Sandrini, ex danseuse formée à l'Opéra de Paris, professeure et inspectrice de la danse et Isabelle Calabre, journaliste. Dans cet épisode, elles racontent un fragment de l'histoire du spectacle - le Bal Tabarin - l'un des temples du divertissement de 1900 à 1950 du 9e arrondissement.C'est aussi l'occasion de faire revivre le cancan d'alors et les débuts du music-hall dans les soirées parisiennes.Avec Anne-Marie Sandrini, ce sont des vies de danse passionnantes que nous traversons. Car elle est la fille de Pierre Sandrini - danseur à l'Opéra de Paris et directeur du Bal Tabarin, d'Andrée Rapo, danseuse classique devenue capitaine de Cancan, et petite fille de la danseuse étoile Emma Sandrini.De classique au cancan, on les écoute avec joie,

durée : 00:05:03 - Classic & Co - par : Anna Sigalevitch - Anna Sigalevitch nous parle ce matin de “La Flûte enchantée” de Mozart à partir du 7 mai à l'Opéra de Rennes, puis à Nantes et à Angers, dans une mise en scène de Mathieu Bauer.

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

Rubrique:nouvelles Auteur: alive-louis-barthou Lecture: Daniel LuttringerDurée: 18min Fichier: 12 Mo Résumé du livre audio: « Peu à peu, mes yeux s'habituant à cette demi-obscurité, je distinguai les miroitements des admirables faïences et des mosaïques, alternant sur les murs avec des panneaux de cèdre d'un antique vernis Martin de Damas aux tons chauds et fondus. Des colonnes torses en marbre soutenaient un haut plafond de cèdre travaillé et rehaussé de rouge et d'or éteint. Des tapis splendides couvraient les dalles, et de chaque côté du mirhab, fait de carreaux d'anciennes faïences et de ces exquises sculptures arabes aux purs dessins géométriques, deux grands catafalques drapés de somptueuses étoffes brodées rappelaient ceux des turbés de là-bas... » Cet enregistrement est mis à disposition sous un contrat Creative Commons.

C'est le plus français des soulmen, ancré dans le paysage musical depuis une bonne quinzaine d'années. Depuis ce tube qui l'avait propulsé en 2010, il était alors tout jeune. Depuis, il ne s'est pas laissé enfermer, au contraire. Ben l'Oncle Soul revient avec Sad Generation, son nouvel album. Le chanteur français n'a cessé de se renouveler et il trace sa route avec dans la voix une vibration et un flow que n'auraient pas renié les figures tutélaires américaines du Blues avec une exigence musicale intacte et des textes sensibles.Ben l'Oncle Soul est l'invité de Sur le pont des arts. Sad Generation est paru sur le label Enchanté records. Au programme de l'émission :► ReportageLisa Giroldini nous présente l'œuvre photographique d'Agnès Varda grâce à l'exposition Le Paris d'Agnès Varda, de-ci, de-là. On y découvre l'humour et le regard décalé que porte la célèbre cinéaste française sur les gens et les rues de la capitale. L'exposition est à voir au musée Carnavalet à Paris jusqu'au 24 août 2025. ► Playlist du jour- Ben l'Oncle Soul - I'm good- Ben l'Oncle Soul - F*** what you want- Ben l'Oncle Soul - Hard to do - Ben l'Oncle Soul - Devil on my shoulder- Ben l'Oncle Soul - The walls. 

C'est le plus français des soulmen, ancré dans le paysage musical depuis une bonne quinzaine d'années. Depuis ce tube qui l'avait propulsé en 2010, il était alors tout jeune. Depuis, il ne s'est pas laissé enfermer, au contraire. Ben l'Oncle Soul revient avec Sad Generation, son nouvel album. Le chanteur français n'a cessé de se renouveler et il trace sa route avec dans la voix une vibration et un flow que n'auraient pas renié les figures tutélaires américaines du Blues avec une exigence musicale intacte et des textes sensibles.Ben l'Oncle Soul est l'invité de Sur le pont des arts. Sad Generation est paru sur le label Enchanté records. Au programme de l'émission :► ReportageLisa Giroldini nous présente l'œuvre photographique d'Agnès Varda grâce à l'exposition Le Paris d'Agnès Varda, de-ci, de-là. On y découvre l'humour et le regard décalé que porte la célèbre cinéaste française sur les gens et les rues de la capitale. L'exposition est à voir au musée Carnavalet à Paris jusqu'au 24 août 2025. ► Playlist du jour- Ben l'Oncle Soul - I'm good- Ben l'Oncle Soul - F*** what you want- Ben l'Oncle Soul - Hard to do - Ben l'Oncle Soul - Devil on my shoulder- Ben l'Oncle Soul - The walls. 

Aussi craint qu'idéalisé à leur époque, le couple Bonnie & Clyde continue de fasciner la pop culture aujourd'hui, jusqu'à être érigé au rang de mythe. Mais que cache vraiment cette histoire d'amour sans foi ni loi ? Comment Bonnie est-elle tombée amoureuse d'un jeune homme si dangereux ? Nous allons vous raconter l'envers du décor du couple de meurtriers le plus célèbre. "Je suis Bonnie Parker. Enchantée." Janvier 1930, autour de 18h, dans une petite maison du fin fond du Texas, appartenant à une certaine Clarence Clay. Dehors, il pleut. À l'intérieur, Bonnie Parker prend le thé avec son amie Clarence. Cela fait longtemps qu'elles ne se sont pas vues. Et puis, bientôt, un ami de Clarence va débarquer. Ecoutez la saison précédente : Peter Pan et Wendy Un podcast Bababam Originals Ecriture : Anaïs Koopman Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Gilles Bawulak Production : Bababam Première diffusion : 15 aout 2023 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

Émission phare de CKRL depuis plus de 25 ans, Les Routes enchantées est une invitation à un voyage ressourçant parsemé de différents genres musicaux tels que la chanson française, le jazz, la musique du monde, folk et instrumentale, le tout dans une ambiance endimanchée et intimiste. C'est en compagnie de Sandra Lamoureux, Karine Lamoureux, Marc Chaunet, Paul Trépanier et Jean Perron que vous êtes conviés à prendre la poudre d'escampette… sur des routes insoupçonnées et d'étonnants paysages.

À Pâques il y a 2 écoles : les bulldozers qui défoncent le jardin à la recherche de leurs cocottes et lapinous en chocolat... Il faut de la profusion, on en veut plein le museau !!! Et puis il y a les esthètes du chocolat qui s'offrent des Pâques Haute-Couture... Un seul sujet mais quel sujet... Imaginez un manège enchanté où se croisent des animaux malicieux auteur d'un œuf doré... La maison Louis Fouquet a frappé fort en s'associant au designer Vincent Darré pour imaginer une œuvre d'art chocolatée qui va faire pâlir ma poulette en chocolat ! Tel Willy Wonka, Alexandre Antuszewicz, directeur Général de la maison Louis Fouquet, nous fait pénétrer l'univers féerique de la chocolaterie-confiserie... Ecoutez C'est ça la France avec Vincent Perrot du 12 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

À Pâques il y a 2 écoles : les bulldozers qui défoncent le jardin à la recherche de leurs cocottes et lapinous en chocolat... Il faut de la profusion, on en veut plein le museau !!! Et puis il y a les esthètes du chocolat qui s'offrent des Pâques Haute-Couture... Un seul sujet mais quel sujet... Imaginez un manège enchanté où se croisent des animaux malicieux auteur d'un œuf doré... La maison Louis Fouquet a frappé fort en s'associant au designer Vincent Darré pour imaginer une œuvre d'art chocolatée qui va faire pâlir ma poulette en chocolat ! Tel Willy Wonka, Alexandre Antuszewicz, directeur Général de la maison Louis Fouquet, nous fait pénétrer l'univers féerique de la chocolaterie-confiserie... Ecoutez C'est ça la France avec Vincent Perrot du 12 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:05:22 - C'est une chanson - par : Frédéric Pommier - Aux côtés de Renata Litvinova, il joue au théâtre Hébertot dans "Monstre sacré", hommage au film de Billy Wilder "Sunset Boulevard". Au micro de Frédéric Pommier, Nicolas Biançon témoigne de son affection pour le "Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja", le 1er air de Papageno dans La Flûte enchantée de Mozart.

Rendre visible l'invisible : voilà le métier d'Alexis Rosenfeld. Ou plutôt sa passion, devenue sa mission, et puis finalement sa vie. En fait, il est photographe. Mais pas n'importe quel photographe. Un photographe dans un monde féérique, jusqu'au jour où il a compris que l'irréversible existait. A travers ses images, il éveille les consciences face à la dégradation des océans. En 2018, en partenariat avec l'UNESCO, il a initié le projet « 1 OCEAN », qui vise à explorer, comprendre et émerveiller par l'image.Bref, vous l'aurez compris, Alexis plonge dans les eaux du monde pour déceler et relever à la surface les beautés fragiles.Avec lui sur Nouvel Œil, on parle de curiosité, de beauté, et d'océans.J'espère que cette écoute t'aidera à rendre visible l'invisible. Belle écoute ! ☀️ ---Cette saison de podcasts est soutenue par Nouveau Monde, un fonds de dotation qui facilite l'accès à la méditation et à la pleine conscience, en France.Retrouvez ici la Parenthèse Enchantée.Si tu as aimé cet épisode, tu peux le partager, écrire un commentaire dans la description et laisser des étoiles sur ta plateforme d'écoute ! ---

durée : 01:27:51 - En pistes ! du lundi 31 mars 2025 - par : Emilie Munera, Rodolphe Bruneau Boulmier - Notre émission s'ouvre avec une redécouverte de l'opéra mozartien grâce au chef Martin Wahlberg et à l'Orkester Nord. A retrouver aussi : une archive Rachmaninov jouée par Aldo Ciccolini, les quatuors de Smetana par le Zemlinsky quartet, le répertoire anglais de la seconde moitié du XVIIe siècle.

durée : 01:27:51 - En pistes ! du lundi 31 mars 2025 - par : Emilie Munera, Rodolphe Bruneau Boulmier - Notre émission s'ouvre avec une redécouverte de l'opéra mozartien grâce au chef Martin Wahlberg et à l'Orkester Nord. A retrouver aussi : une archive Rachmaninov jouée par Aldo Ciccolini, les quatuors de Smetana par le Zemlinsky quartet, le répertoire anglais de la seconde moitié du XVIIe siècle.

Bonsoiiir, un tout nouveau format qui tombe dans tes oreilles pour contrer le blues du dimanche soir. Parce qu'on a plus que jamais besoin de réconfort, d'authenticité et d'inspirations, je te partage le dimanche mon état d'âme des 7 derniers jours.Les remises en question, les humeurs, et surtout, les JOIES qui ont rendues cette semaine unique.Belle écoute et bon dimanche soir en douceur !

Cet épisode est un extrait du podcast publié lundi dernier. En moins de 10 minutes, il te permettra de capter les plus beaux messages de l'épisode avec Sandrine Roudaut.Un extrait qui je l'espère, remplacera Instagram pendant ta pause de 10mn, se retrouvera dans tes oreilles avant de t'endormir, ou à ton réveil pour commencer ta journée dans la joie. Si ce passage te plait et que tu as envie d'en connaître plus sur mon invitée de la semaine, l'épisode en entier t'attend chaudement sur Nouvel Œil.

durée : 00:03:08 - La lutte enchantée - par : Camille Crosnier - Créateur de contenus sur les réseaux sociaux, Le Jeune Engagé sensibilise sur les enjeux environnementaux et montrer des leviers d'engagement possibles tout en gardant un ton humoristique. Il nous parle aujourd'hui de son engagement dans cet épisode de La Lutte Enchantée.

Pour Sandrine Roudaut, l'espoir ne se décrète pas, il se rencontre. Où est-ce qu'elle le trouve ? Partout. Niché dans le moindre émerveillement, dans la vie qui s'obstine, dans le temps retrouvé, un rire d'enfant, un chant d'oiseau, la caresse du vent, une main tendue. Il nous suffit d'être. Incarner cet espoir le propage, et Sandrine en est un bel exemple. Elle est de ces héros ordinaires qui défendent les évidences.Et parce que les grandes questions font grandir l'humanité, on s'en pose quelques-unes, dans cet épisode. Enfin, surtout une : en quoi les utopies d'aujourd'hui sont les évidences de demain ?Avec Sandrine sur Nouvel Œil, on parle d'utopie, d'espoir, et d'émerveillement. J'espère que cet épisode t'invitera à renouer avec l'espoir. Belle écoute ! ☀️ ---Cette saison de podcasts est soutenue par Nouveau Monde, un fonds de dotation qui facilite l'accès à la méditation et à la pleine conscience, en France.Retrouvez ici la Parenthèse Enchantée.Si tu as aimé cet épisode, tu peux le partager, écrire un commentaire dans la description et laisser des étoiles sur ta plateforme d'écoute ! ---

A special episode where I showcase my favorite bands in extended sets. In this episode, hear At Vance, Enchant, Heart, Jethro Tull, Moonrise, and Triumph. Do you enjoy Prog-Scure? If so, perhaps you might consider helping me to keep this show afloat by contributing a few dollars at https://patreon.com/zapniles. Any donations very much appreciated.

Bonsoiiir, un tout nouveau format qui tombe dans tes oreilles pour contrer le blues du dimanche soir. Parce qu'on a plus que jamais besoin de réconfort, d'authenticité et d'inspirations, je te partage le dimanche mon état d'âme des 7 derniers jours.Les remises en question, les humeurs, et surtout, les JOIES qui ont rendues cette semaine unique.Belle écoute et bon dimanche soir en douceur !

Cet épisode est un extrait du podcast publié lundi dernier. En moins de 10 minutes, il te permettra de capter les plus beaux messages de l'épisode avec Blanche de Richemont.Un extrait qui je l'espère, remplacera Instagram pendant ta pause de 10mn, se retrouvera dans tes oreilles avant de t'endormir, ou à ton réveil pour commencer ta journée dans la joie. Si ce passage te plait et que tu as envie d'en connaître plus sur mon invitée de la semaine, l'épisode en entier t'attend chaudement sur Nouvel Œil.

Qu'est-ce que la liberté pour Blanche de Richemont ? Elle nous partage sa vision.Ce passage est un extrait du podcast publié lundi dernier - l'épisode en entier t'attend chaudement sur Nouvel Œil.   Belle écoute ! ☀️ ---Cette saison de podcasts est soutenue par Nouveau Monde, un fonds de dotation qui facilite l'accès à la méditation et à la pleine conscience, en France.Retrouvez ici la Parenthèse Enchantée.Si tu as aimé cet épisode, tu peux le partager, écrire un commentaire dans la description et laisser des étoiles sur ta plateforme d'écoute ! ---

Il y a des personnes qui marquent l'histoire. Qui nous font dire « comment j'ai pu passer autant de temps sans savoir son existence ? » Il y a des personnes qui ont un destin digne de celui d'un personnage de roman. Comme Blanche de Richemont. Parce qu'elle sait se passer de tout en cultivant un désert en elle-même.Qu'est-ce qu'un retour à l'essentiel ? Doit-on nécessairement sortir de notre confort pour se découvrir ? Qu'est-ce que permet le silence ? Qu'est-ce qu'avoir du courage ? Pour Blanche, c'est l'adhésion profonde à la vie qui la rend fascinante et imprévisible. Alors oui, ça donne des existences plus vertigineuses. Mais certainement plus vives. Vivre ou vivoter. A nous de choisir. Avec Blanche dans cet épisode, on part de désert, de courage et de silence.J'espère que cette écoute t'aidera à vivre plus qu'à vivoter.Belle écoute ! ☀️ ---Cette saison de podcasts est soutenue par Nouveau Monde, un fonds de dotation qui facilite l'accès à la méditation et à la pleine conscience, en France.Retrouvez ici la Parenthèse Enchantée.Si tu as aimé cet épisode, tu peux le partager, écrire un commentaire dans la description et laisser des étoiles sur ta plateforme d'écoute ! ---

Bonsoiiir, un tout nouveau format qui tombe dans tes oreilles pour contrer le blues du dimanche soir. Parce qu'on a plus que jamais besoin de réconfort, d'authenticité et d'inspirations, je te partage le dimanche mon état d'âme des 7 derniers jours.Les remises en question, les humeurs, et surtout, les JOIES qui ont rendues cette semaine unique.Belle écoute et bon dimanche soir en douceur !

Back in the day club - Saturday Night.  Retro Disco - early 80s (late 70s) Some fav. 80s philly clubs, we were spoiled!!.... popcorns, pulsations, Shenanigan's , Houlihan's,, Egypt, Touché, Flanagan's , the trocadero,   Enchanté, SCINTALATIONS, The Library, Bebop cafe, The Barn,  prelude, the cartwheel,  the river deck, Rock Lobster, the black banana , eons, the second story chic cheer - chic i want your love - chic dont stop til you get enough - michael jackson you can do it - al hudson & the partners word up - cameo got my mind made up - instant funk everybody - madonna Don Quichotte - Magazine 60   one more shot - c bank dancing in the key of life - steve arrington dont you want my love - nicole (a #Ru favorite club track) everybody dance - ta mara and the seen start the dance - hamilton bohannon young guns (go for it) - wham! do you wanna go party - kc / sunshine band point of no return (original 12") - expose  hot stuff - donna summer lets all chant - m.z. band flame thrower - j geils band freak a zoid - midnight star glamourous life - sheila e oh sheila - ready for the world i love my radio - taffy angel eyes - lime jack your body - steve hurley din daa daa - george krantz you used to hold me - rosario native love - divine ❤️ (RIP) girls out on the floor - jess velez spanish eddie - laura brannigan there but for the grace of god - machine do ya wanna funk - sylvester eye to eye, contact - edwin star danger (12" original vinyl) - the flirts two of hearts - stacey Q mandolay - la flavour Xanadu - olivia newton-john  

Timed eure Waschmaschine auf gute vierzig Minuten, die neue Folge erfordert besondere Aufmerksamkeit. Aus ihrer Onlyfans-Wohnung heraus besprechen Giulia und Chris das Waldbüro, die Schrittzähler-App von Ladendetektiv*innen und das fußlange Sandwich. Außerdem wird wider Willen der Spagat geübt. Enchanté!Besuche Giulia und Chris auf Instagram: @giuliabeckerdasoriginal und @chris.sommerHier findest du alle Infos und Rabatte unserer Werbepartner: linktr.ee/drinnies Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode of Email After Hours, hosts Guy Hanson and Danielle Gallant are joined by Philip Storey, founder of Enchant, a leading email marketing agency in the UK.

durée : 00:29:09 - Les Midis de Culture - par : Marie Labory - Les ruines ne se font pas en un jour. Dans "Le Démon de Mamie, ou la sénescence enchantée" Florence Cestac raconte les grandes et petites joies et peines de la vieillesse. - réalisation : Laurence Malonda - invités : Florence Cestac Autrice de bande dessinée

durée : 01:48:08 - Comme un samedi - par : Arnaud Laporte - Romancière et performeuse, Olivia Rosenthal sait brouiller les pistes pour mieux s'y risquer en funambule. Alors que vient de paraître "Une femme sur le fil", place à une artiste qui n'a pas peur du vertige et qui sait tisser des liens, le temps d'une carte blanche cousue main ! - réalisation : Alexandre Fougeron - invités : Olivia Rosenthal Écrivain; Chloé Moglia Trapéziste et chorégraphe; Léna Ghar autrice; Enchantée Julia Chanteuse; Michel Jourde Maître de conférences en littérature française du XVIe siècle à l'Ecole Normale Supérieure de Lyon

In this episode, Ross Katz sits down with Fred Manby, Co-Founder and Chief Technology Officer of Iambic Therapeutics, to explore how cutting-edge AI technologies are reshaping the landscape of drug discovery. From building advanced machine learning platforms to designing user-friendly interfaces for scientists, Fred shares insights into the company's approach to tackling some of the biggest challenges in biotech. Fred dives into the unique capabilities of Iambic's Enchant multi-modal transformer model, its differentiation from other biological foundation models, and the importance of aligning model architecture with data creation and acquisition in modern drug discovery. We also discuss Iambic's data-driven approach to developing oncology drugs, the exciting possibilities of incorporating new modalities like imaging, and the recent breakthroughs in protein-ligand structure prediction with NeuralPLexer3.  Highlights: Enchant Multi-Modal Transformer Model: How it systematically surpasses state-of-the-art molecular AI technologies.Uncertainty Quantification: The role of probabilities and predictions in streamlining drug discovery. Interface Design for Scientists: Iambic's approach to integration between AI platforms and experimental workflows. Connect with Our Guest: Sponsor: CorrDyn, a data consultancyFind out more about Iambic's work on their website  Connect with Fred Manby on LinkedIn

durée : 00:53:50 - Very Good Trip - par : Michka Assayas - Very Good Trip replonge dans un son qui, il y a plus de trente-cinq ans déjà, en a fait frissonner plus d'un. Et il n'y a pas de raison pour que ça ait changé depuis, même si ça fait longtemps qu'une autre génération a pris la relève. - réalisé par : Stéphane Ronxin

Stéphane Bern met - réveillon oblige - la musique à l'honneur et raconte le triomphe de l'un des opéras les plus célèbres du monde : la Flûte Enchantée de Mozart, joué pour la première fois le 30 septembre 1791 à Vienne. Un opéra qui sera aussi son dernier chef d'oeuvre alors que la maladie va mettre un terme à la courte vie de ce musicien de génie... Quelle place cet opéra a-t-il dans l'œuvre de Mozart ? Comment expliquer son succès immédiat ? Dans quel contexte artistique et culturel La Flûte Enchantée a-t-elle été créée ? Pour en parler, Stéphane Bern reçoit Thierry Geffrotin, journaliste et musicien, et auteur de "Mozart en tournée" (Editions Erick Bonnier)

Stéphane Bern met - réveillon oblige - la musique à l'honneur et raconte le triomphe de l'un des opéras les plus célèbres du monde : la Flûte Enchantée de Mozart, joué pour la première fois le 30 septembre 1791 à Vienne. Un opéra qui sera aussi son dernier chef d'oeuvre alors que la maladie va mettre un terme à la courte vie de ce musicien de génie... Quelle place cet opéra a-t-il dans l'œuvre de Mozart ? Comment expliquer son succès immédiat ? Dans quel contexte artistique et culturel La Flûte Enchantée a-t-elle été créée ? Pour en parler, Stéphane Bern reçoit Thierry Geffrotin, journaliste et musicien, et auteur de "Mozart en tournée" (Editions Erick Bonnier)

durée : 01:25:02 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda, Mathias Le Gargasson, Antoine Dhulster - Par Fred Goldbeck - Avec Jacques Chailley (auteur de "La Flûte enchantée, opéra maçonnique") - réalisation : Massimo Bellini

Migs took his family to Enchant, and spent WAY too much money, but can you guess how much?

This holiday season, why not add a little enchantment to your celebrations? In this episode of Enchantress Society with Tia Johnson, Tia shares her favorite ways to infuse your holiday season with magick, intention, and joy. From creating meaningful rituals to embracing the spirit of Yuletide, this episode will help you bring the sacred into your festivities. Looking for even more ideas? Be sure to check out Tia's blog post, Yuletide Magick: Embrace The Energy Of The Season, for insights and inspiration to amplify your holiday magic. Whether it's setting intentions, decorating with purpose, or connecting with the deeper meanings of the season, you'll find inspiration to create a holiday that warms your spirit. Tune in and discover how to enchant your holiday season with magick, love, and light! Connect with Tia: IG: @tiajohnsoncoaching Podcast IG: @Enchantress Society podcast Website: www.tiamariejohnson.com

Todays episode we will be covering 2 Las Vegas shows that blew us away from Penn & Teller to Mavericks Variety Show now playing at the plaza Im downtown, Not only do we try to compare both shows but also tell you our likes and why they standout VS other around sin city. We also cover the F1 race and some of the things it did to vegas last year and were they able to avoid it this year and how will the northern side of the strip embrace the race in the future? A very popular restaurant has closed its doors and it look like its for good this time around. We cover some of the recent viral topics of luxury suite food prices at college games at raiders stadium like a $300 Pizza from pizza rock SMH! Oyo is now deciding to charge for parking in its parking garage and we cover what the prices will look like and why we think they are starting to charge for parking now vs the future plus how you can still park for free on the property. We mention a lot of the new stuff added at slots of fun at circus circus like the karaoke and cheap $5 gaming tables as well. Why Jay is really considering visiting Enchant over at the Las Vegas ballpark and some of the cool thing taking place at the event you should know about and why it is perfect for families & starts at only $25. CHEERS & ENJOY FOLKS! Become A Patreon Member: https://www.patreon.com/VegasConfessionsPodcast  Buy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/VCPodcast  Follow us on Social Media: Twitter: https://twitter.com/Vegasconfesspod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vegas_confessions_podcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vegasconfessionspod Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@vegasconfessionsp?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc            

durée : 00:04:05 - La lutte enchantée - par : Camille Crosnier