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ITSF EPISODE 376 Carlos Watson Commutation Reaction, Elon Baby Mama Drama, and No Love for Kid Rock LIVE AND IN PUBLIC, IF YOU WILL on this week's episode of IF THE SHOES FIT, a show where we solve salacious situations by stepping into the shoes of the shaken...the chagrined...the kerfuffed! I'm your host Alexei Auld, author of 7 Secret Sources of Inspiration: A Snappy Guide for Creative Procrastinators, and joining me are guests John Nash from Hey Not The Face Podcast and Eugene S Robinson, author of the memoir, “A Walk Across Dirty Water and Straight Into Murderer's Row”. Collectively the Puncholes. Subscribe, if you haven't already. And join our Patreon. patreon.com/iftheshoesfit. Now let's get to stepping! Step into the shoes of Carlos Watson. President Trump COMMUTED your prison sentence for conspiracy to commit securities fraud, conspiracy to commit wire fraud and aggravated identity theft. Is your next act to enjoy your FREEDOM as a private citizen or is it time to hitch your wagon on the TRUMP TRAIN, live and in public, if you will? Step into the shoes of Elon Musk. You're paying one of your baby mama's TWO POINT FIVE MILLION DOLLARS on top of FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS A YEAR. And how does she SHOW GRATITUDE? HOCKING HER TESLA and claiming POVERTY! Walk us through how to prevent your baby mama from raising a BOY NAMED SUE looking to END YOU, live and in public, if you will! Step into the shoes of Kid Rock. You convinced our President to help your fellow musicians to CURB ticket scalping, PROMOTE FAIR PRICING, and DIRECT SALES to the FANS to FIGHT resale ticket INFLATION. And how did AMERICA RESPOND? RIDICULING YOU and your PATRIOTIC CLOTHING. How do you put some RESPEC on YOUR NAME, live and in public, if you will? REGULAR FEATURE: LEGION OF DOOM REGULAR FEATURE: GRIFTER'S DELIGHT REGULAR FEATURE: MISTYAF THANKS FOR JOINING US And join our Patreon. patreon.com/iftheshoesfit.

We're still recovering from Riot Fest 2024, and that means you also get some interviews we did during the 3-day weekend! We chatted with band that you're going to want to start listening to NOW: Winona Fighter, Pixel Grip, Jhariah, Liquid Mike and Sweet Pill.We also give our recap of the weekend.Check out all the interviews in the episode! But if you want to hear a specific one (or two), check out the timestamps:Intro & Recap: 0:00-14:36Jhariah: 14:37-25:31Sweet Pill: 25:35-44:55Pixel Grip: 44:48-54:04Winona Fighter: 54:05-61:51Liquid Mike: 61:52-68:38Outro: 68:38-END You can check out our other videos on our YouTube channel.______CHECK OUT THE ACTS:Winona Fighter | Jhariah | Liquid Mike | Pixel Grip | Sweet Pill______THANKS SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO TOLD US WHAT THE EMOEST SONG THEY'RE LISTENING TO IS:Shelby, Whitney from Smartpunk, Johnny from HEALTH, Ariel and Banana ManINTERVIEWS ALL IN ONE PLACEWe created a fresh Interview Only YouTube channel. Make sure to go and give that a follow so you don't miss any of our upcoming interview videos!______Make Me A Fan Spotify PlaylistCheck out our Spotify playlist for all of our upcoming episodes, so you can see if you'll become a fan yourself (if you aren't already) of these artists we're going through.______EMO SOCIAL PATREONIf you're looking for more content from us, subscribe to our Patreon FOR FREE or, if you want a lil' more access, it's only $1/month as we restart it! This includes content left on the cutting room floor, full interviews and more.______AFFILIATE LINKSTubebuddy has helped us reach a larger audience, streamline our videos, and perfect the way we use the algorithm. Try Tubebuddy today and support our channel.----Like the music on the channel? Need copyright-free music for your streams and YouTube videos? Check out Epidemic Sound!Use our link for a free, one-month trial. ______Join the club!Twitch: https://emosocialclub.tvDiscord: https://emosocial.club/discordTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@xemosocialclubxTwitter: https://emosocial.club/twitterInstagram: https://emosocial.club/instagramYoutube: https://emosocial.club/youtubeFacebook: https://emosocial.club/facebook  Follow us!Brian: @spookypants1Lizzie: @bordenbathory

On this show: Dave Steinwedel and David Miles are back to discuss which sport is the best sport to go watch in person. (1:10-13:10)Hall of Fame Coach and former NFL Player Dick Lebeau joins Payton and Dave to discuss his new book "Legendary: the 2008 Steelers Defense, The Zone Blitz, and My Six Decades in the NFL" how he came about writing the book, why the 2008 Steeler Defense was so good, unsung players on that team, how he came up with the zone blitz ideas, the offenses that made he adjust to it, the Ravens-Steelers Rivalry in the NFL, and so much more. (13:11-58:10)The guys wrap up the show talking about the punishment for Brandon for another missed podcast. (58:11-END)You can purchase Dick's new book here:https://www.amazon.com/Legendary-Dick-LeBeau/dp/1637273967/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.QSMKontCvn64jnQ5n5wo_xG0sYGEqAY9N6dECW6FYzV240BoD5izBZPEbvcretGIHebgHr17Z-kcFmhSSpXrceL_8FIZ8W7G52DNVhST1gw.PKlH4twVHi-rLYk-O7PKJKQhsOBneQvfcsvvpCGnvdk&dib_tag=se&keywords=dick+lebeau&qid=1720573536&s=books&sr=1-1 USE Promo Code: OPENINGKICKOFF to get $20 off your first order with our friends at SEATGEEK to take you to the next event!www.seatgeek.comGet 20% OFF @manscaped + Free Shipping with promo code OPENINGKICK at MANSCAPED.com! #ad #manscapedpod

1. The Housemaster Boyz - House Nation (Extended) 2. Hithouse - Jack To The Sound Of The Underground (Melt Down Mix) 3. Snap - Believe The Hype (US Edit) 4. Club House - Deep in my heart (Extended mix) 5. Technotronic - Pump up the jam (Mixx-it) 6. M-A-R-R-S - Pump Up The Volume (Ivan Santana DMC Remix) 7. Lee Roy With Special Guest Charky - Standin' on a boat (Maxi Version) 8. Stacey Paton - Wanna know where the groove is (Original Mix) 9. Ice MC - Cinema (The Oscar Mix) 10. Black Box - I Don't Know Anybody Else (Hurley's House Mix) 11. Coldcut Ft Yazz - Doctorin' The House (Hot Tracks) 12. S Express - Theme From S Express (12" US Mix) 13. The End - You drive me wild (Techno scratch mix)

‘…is that a threat?' ‘Hm…' If it was, it was at least a good one— I was scared, at first, upon seeing what I had thought to be perhaps a package robbery—but was actually just a slit through the package—a clean slice, more specifically, through the bubble wrapped [Redacted] package, however, its contents still inside; The package had been left underneath another—which didn't belong to me, and though I had been cornered by security more than once at the [Redacted] market, for putting my nutritional needs above that of my morality—or rather, thought my morlity to exclude guilt from the nessecities, especially as I often pondered upon the elite had kept the lower classes in a devolved state by controlling the price of wellness, so much so that it had become impractical for the common being. I had never even thought to swipe someone else's mail—a personal foul, and at least in turn in that matter to all respect with karma, had never had any packages stolen, either—not that I had lived indoors long enough to have warranted that I was safe from what sometimes seemed like the non-human animals, especially of New York City, who crawled about the lower realms littering and taking up precious time, space, and energy—the almost less-than-common man, but still, actually and unfortunately—common, especially in New York. The Sage sticks and palo santo I had ordered were still intact, entirely— to my surprise, and I wondered what else my package might have included, without remembering such. I had become enfuriated with [Redacted], after realizing that there had been hidden charges and unrecognizable fees, on my credit card, of all the places—the Capital One credit card, with sky high interest rates and robotic customer service drones—who I mostly would hate talking to— and it seemed as though the [Redacted] algorithm had become just as predatory as the rest of them—as uncivilized as the trash-dropping, coughing subhumans that plagued the post-pandemic world, if there was such a thing. The overcrowded mess and overall pollution of the city at whole at best made it still acceptable to wear masks in public, to which I took full advantage of doing, as needed—which was as often as possible, actually, if not to hide the curiosities, and of course, the objections to whatever it would be on the train that sparked distaste—worst yet, I might even smile, and reveal my gap-tooth, only acceptable on Hurley models and Madonna, of course—either of whom I wished I was. It was 3:16 AM, and a long lost song found its way into my head as I fettered the words into the document, multitasking a “modest” breakfast as I mulled over the day, most of which I had spent attempting peace and solitude, neither of which actually even seemed attainable in my 3rd floor “office”, being so careful not to consider anything home or a comfort, for the fear that whatever Death curse someone had thought to m destroy me with once would extend into all the years and all the realms of my presence— it was true, as I explained to my aunt, that the people around me had within the last few years turned into demonic and vampiric advocates of what seemed to be the devil itself, were I even holy enough to be considered sacred in such a way that the devil may be chasing me—and I was, in some ways, but not in others—my ability to aggrandize my judgements and flex my morality where needed, but less when wanted as it stood true that I never actually enjoyed immorality—I hated living in a world where one would be made to steal, and made to lie, in order to survive. But that, for 30 years is where I had lived; in, for the most part, an evil world, ruled by man, as he denied and tortured all things that would be thought to be God—in his thirst for whatever it was that had waged a world of war. It seemed as though someone were sending a message, and it had been years since I had felt safe or comfortable anywhere, anyway—so I thought it best not to care, knowing that all in all, that the intentional hurt and harm done to me by any man, or any entity otherwise, would prove to l invoke the karmic justice law unto itself; that whatever pain I experienced would be amplified by its giver, and reflected back—that anyone who intended to hurt or kill me—would only hurt or kill themselves in doing so. At the very least, I was inspired to continue writing the script which I had drifted from entirely—its contents and its driver too mad to be palpable, however—as sometimes this kind of magic did occur in flashes at random, with vivid visions as if I were watching—or even living inside of the scene itself, spoke volumes that it should—or would, whether I wanted it or not, be written eventually. ‘Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.' I knew nothing of the man at all besides his name and occupation, and that something had plastered him permanently into my mind with some kind of irreparable cement I could not seem to break lose or free from—and it was going to stay that way. The entirety of the festival project and all I had been prompted to have written had become a massive headache. I have a massive headache. UGH. Perhaps it was more multidimensionally attributed to the fact that I had been fawning over affordable razorblazes—I had been almost salivating at the thought of bleeding from my wrists—a constant pressure from the lack of things I wanted and needed piling up at my doorstep, my overdue bills, and the harrowing and what seemed like *manacle. Hm. A maniacle attack on my sanity, not actually practitioned by my abuser, but probably more likely the government, masquerading as such to plot and plan around various secret expirimentation, which would of course within the century become common knowledge, but as for such time we're simply conspiracies, perhaps to hide the shameful loss which was the war being fought with technology—which the dumbing down and brainwashing of millions had left us at an extreme risk, and those were were not at risk, with extreme bias against that which they had no ability or interest to understand. Unremarkably so, I was still astonished that something did indeed seem to have happened—something that was not in my head at all, but rather, very much outside of it—and it was beginning to occur to me that perhaps others had gained an interest in what indeed seemed to be attacking me, for years, by then, with fear, humiliation, and detriment—to which I could only ever think to fight with white magic; there was a controlled chaos to what seemed like my being at a wits end, which I was, but also wasn't—for the most part, at least in public, I could take even the most outrageous offenses poignantly and tactfully, however sometimes realizing that—in Keisha having left her sunglasses behind, she had also left with them a little bit of Harlem— “Move.” The mindless drone controlled robots often stepped directly into my path, as if being driven by some force which was meant to annoy or some other way terrorize me—however, I had grown accustomed to new York's overall rudeness, and had become almost socially inept..speaking of Just—socially unacceptable. What is this?! Gross. What is this?! Papaya juice. Is this a fucking—?! No it's a v8 My G-Wagon! Nice. Got it painted. What color even is that? It's like— mauve. MOVE. FUCKING-A. Jesus Christ. One time, The white devil appeared as a fucked up Edie Falco// And I was so fed up-to-here With The Bullshit, That I didn't even care what happened if I — MOVE OUT OF MY WAY: OR WHAT?! Damn, Mrs. Soprano, you look rough. Are you sure that's not just JACKIE. WHAT. That's the way Uh huh Uh huh I like it Uh huh Uh huh Schools out— Party with my friends! school's out! I'm a genie in a bottle, You gotta rub me the right way! I been too strong, for too long And I can't be without you baby! Is that all of them? Probably not: So mix, then, Probably not. Well Why not?! Because My Serato's been acting horrible. Tommy looked what I would learn to be like a be exact replica of 1988 Tom Cruise. Which reminds me… The 1987 Tom Cruise* is murdered by Supacree's jealous stalker, in a fit of rage, which spirals all known aliases and timelines into a terrible and chaotic nightmare, as Wait, what. I'm just being honest, I don't know how to write this. Here, let me help. YO. wtf. Should have had a V8! SPLASH, BITCH. WHERE's MY SHIIT, JIMMY? It's gone, I broke it. You what. It's missing; I broke it. What do you mean. AHAHA. Oh, I see what you mean, now. Yeah, that guy is different. [The amethyst shatters.] NOH. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa_l GOLD. IT IS GOLDEN. THE ORB. What. The orb. It has chosen you. Uh. Oka. Who the fuck are these creatures—?! “Creetures” I love them. They are darling They are cute. Man, fuck with your bullshit—. —Stay in fucking— Where ever that's at! This is “Queens” Well, it's disgusting. GET LOST. Get lost HOW. Everything's on a grid system! FUCK. I lost it, Damn. Dang. Well, wanna play again? Nah, that's it. What?! Come on. No, seriously. I'm done. Wait, what are you doing? *pulls out rifle* WOAH. WOAH. You should go now. What is that, It's a gun, obviously. What the fuck, man! A rifle, actually, more specifically— What—why—what are you gonna do with that thing? I'm gonna shoot myself: ano— YES. In the head— Don't do that; And you, if you don't get out— Wait! Right now. *aims* Okay! Ah shit, this is getting serious: It s seriously like dick-deep in pussy in here right now. Nay: Maybe we should GO. Hello. M— Maybe we should stay: What! I like her. Get off my property. This is-/ This is MINE. I own this: This one's Mine! Oh, this is what they mean by “ecstatic dance” Actually, my feet are just coldX… Wait, hold on. Before you go off on a tangent about— mm— What is that I don't know what that is. U don't know what it is Look, I wanted that to be Dillon's baby so bad— (So did he) HAHAHAHA. I will end u Oh, baby, there's only one way you could ever do that. Everyone Thrrr she is. She's back! Aaaaaannnyyyeaaaayy— Please explain to us what's happening in this movie. Which movie The Tom Cryise one, Cause there can only be one Tom Cruise one Because Tom cruise is Tom Cruise. Wait. What. TOM HANKS YOU FORGOT MY NAME BRIEfLY YES, but also— That's WHY, this happened. TOM CRUISE I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU-/ You STUPID BITC— Look — I gotta — Oh wait, that still works. What?! You fucked that guy too?! NO. I just. This is a lot of space. Well yeah, we're like—astronauts. How did you get this all in your loft? MAJOR TOM. ALRIGHT. I GOT IT. AHAHAHSJSJHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE ECID. YAYAYAY. Whrrereeeeeeeeeeeeeee Wherereere in my miiiiiiiiind. Fuck I gotta buy that album….again I know I bought it once. dang. Youre cute, I know, huh. Buy me this Ok. [Beyoncé is not yet back with the coffee.] Deja Vu, Beyoncé Uh oh, uh oh— Uh oh! OHNONO ^ Matumbo AIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Crazy in love— also Beyonce? Destiny's ChildrenS HAHAHA OK. FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. DEADMAU5 IS A WAY BETTER CONTROLLER *HEAPING GASP* YOU—TAKE THAT BACK. I WOULDNT. I will END YOU. YOU CANNOT. Where the fuck is that lady from? Oh, there she is! Pity! Oh dear! She's NEGROID: Shh, tisk-tisk. [ANNE HATHAWAY dabbed tf out.] Come on Annie! Get up! [she is not getting up] THINK OF THE KIDSz *nope* UGH. WASTED. That sucks! We gotta get her back in that princess movie before everything dies and we all collapse! Which princess movie is it?! Idk! Fuck this bitch! She's like all the princesses! KEKE Palmart* Sure! KEKE PALMER will be playing the PRINCESS from princess and the frog Put the princess—IN—the frog! NO. PUT THE PRINCESS IN THE— AGHHHH. PUT DILLON FRANCIS, BACK IN THE OVEN. NO Ugh. He's so heavy! He's not gonna fit. He WILL fit: NO: SAY UNCLE. ASHEJEBEB SAY IT. AAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKHHHH [a giant Ankh falls from the sky] Yo. That cannot be a good sign. I think it's not. SUBTRONICS *rips bong* Hey! You made it! Way, way late: Nice! Yes. Why are you naked? I don't know. SOLEÏL. Fuck, man. Wizardrddd! What is this game?! I dunno, but I just keep playing it. This shit says. This does say. This shit says ballsacks. I don't get kids these days “Ballsacks” Is that like, a good thing? Depends who's saying NEY-WHINNY-NEY-WHINNY-NEEEE Horse: ok, I win: JOHNNY DEPP literally cannot speak. Because he is not intoxicated. At all. lol someone help him, seriously. Ok, keep going. All the DISNEY CHANNEL KIDS are WILD ‘N OUT Which is ironic because— NICK CANNON Yep, Oh look, it's me again… NICK CANNON Look, the Nickelodeon Cult— What; I mean— The Illuminati just called, They want their stuff back. What STUFF. SAY IT. NEVER THAT. SAY MY NAMEs PASSWORD FALLON, YOU FUCKING HACK. oh, I'm a ‘hack' now that's— “Haha” Who's laughing?! You should be crying right about now. I'm an actor. Very funny. Tears of a clown. Shut up: I am crying, on the inside. -_- Sit down, dipshit: Ooh, now I'm dip— *cocks pistol* Shit, I thought you couldn't— Oh no, this part of the series gets pretty— You're in deep fucking shit; [JIMMY FALLON sits calmly at his desk, he scoops some “sugar” into his coffee and stirs, seemingly emotionless.] CUT TO DANCE BREAK. I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please CUT TO: Texas border patrol holding cell. DIPLO (In a stupid ass cowboy hat) m *jail door slams* AH, COME ON. Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) I thought it was… “A little gambling is fun when you're with me” (I love it.) Maybe it WAS. What year was that anyway? Idk. What year was any year before [Lyrics Genius] Flashback: The 2000's Rewind it again. What did she just say? Idk. What did he say? Damn. Fuck, I missed it. Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start THE ACE OF SPAAAAAAADES. Okay. Fine. He wants to be Satan? He's Satan. Yo, that's— SATAN. [Skrillex is Satan] Yeah, but he's so fucking cute. Supacree, what are you doing? BRB, I'm gonna go fuck this lil ass [censored] Damn. Ok. S/he does not fuck around, that guy. Yeah, that guy. And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart I guess we'll just have to… wait till they play it on the radio again… / Wait till the next rave. fuck. MIXTAPES. GETCHUR MIXTAPES. La da da Dee da da duh duhhh La da da Dee da daaaah da duuuuuum La da da da de da La da da da Dee da Da da Dee da da da da dum Okay, Google, let's see what you got. I got—Reddit.. r/NameThatSong 5 yr. ago Surprentis Join Can't figure out this song. Looking for help hey you guys remember that song from back in the day that went "la da dee da da da daaaa, la da dee da da da daaaaa, ah la da dee daaa da la daa dee daaa daa daa dee daa da daaa da daaaaa" i feel like it was on night at the roxbury maybe im wrong.. uh, ok— wtf is “night at the Roxbury” …Google? GOOGLE Here: you'll like this. Oh shit, ‘98 … FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST. Holy shit, you were on SNL in 1998?! Yes. How the fuck old are you? Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST …not as old as me. [but everyone's still mad as fuck at Jesus for eating all of the pizza] wtf, man: Just— inhaled it. *gnarf* Actually, you know what: Just stay—celibate: Oh check it out. THIS lady only shows up if I— *squints* if you what: Nothing. Nothing. ANNNNNNNE. GET. UP. She's not gonna go. She's dead bro. I'm not dead! YES! oh! She's up! YES *barfs*! [instantly back asleep] —m— That's it We're fucked. Disney's gonna kill us. The Illuminati's gonna kill us! Disney is the Illuminati. Yeah, but like—for kids. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! All sixteen pairs of them! wtf who has that many kids Eight fucking kids, bro. ^_- ok, I like her. Yeesss. Ya. Imm drunk. K. gargle! Nah! GARGLE, RIGHT NOW OR I'll wash your mouth with soap! [pulls gun] THATS NOT SOAP. MY GUN'S NAME IS “SOAP” Shit, why are there so many guns in this shit?! Because Skrillex is like, Cartel, or whatever. And like—the Bloods. ☠️ And the Crips, probably, also— Like I said, He is Satan. GET OVER HERE AND- SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOTTTT: I got nothin. What: I got// Zero scenes You got no scene, broh? No scenes. None? Zip. None? Zero. Woah. Hold up. will— uh— “powers” Ferrel—like an animal that won't shut up, or something? Will bite you—may be rabid— Feral? You mean? Sure; whatever.d Just, stop talking, How the fuck do you do the same movie— like— infinitely. Recap: every will ferret* Sure! EVERY WILL FERRELL MOVIE IS ULTIMATELY... They're all the same movie! GET UP, After waking up in a hungover/still intoxicated rage, Anne Hathaway causes a showdown worthy of historical proportions, which concludes with her legendary “yeet” of a mysterious object of extra planetary origin—this initiates round two of the party which never should have happened, and almost never ended. In another parallel cross dimension: Irl JIMMY FALLON and Ū are imaginary friends; rather, Ū is a figment of JIMMY FALLON's imagination and vice-versa—this scene pays homage to Wilfred; they share stories with one another as they pass the bong/blunt in a solid back-to-back rotation, making the tragic stories they are telling almost hilarious, but only because they are so generously stoned. —_— So wait, he like— *passes blunt* —Here, take this— —Yeah— *passes bong* —Just switch me— Yee. So he like—“yeeted” your baby? He Yeeted my baby. *blowing out, coughing* That's not supposed to happen. No, it is not. Here, switch me. *switch* *rips* *shaking head in stoniness* [beat] So like— *rips bong* —you're like, Ū, so— You're like… I'm like, everybody. Right? Yeah. Yeah! I'm Ū, dawg. That is a cool name. Is—a cool name *hits blunt* Here, switch me— *rips bong* Is—not—a cool power to have. I bet not, though. You would imagine I wouldn't, that's in—coughs—sane. It is insane: cover your mouth: Sorry. No you're not, So how are you not like— Like what? I'm Ū, there what// So how are you not like— Seth McFarle—uhh Seth McFarlen lol *e What Uh, I am. SETH MCFARLENE No you're not, I'm right here. *suddenly not stoned* What the FUCK man: Woah, Seth McFarlene. HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE. I walked in. That's boss status. What the fuck! I locked it! You did not. I walked in—like right behind you guys You probably forgot… You—I forgot— He forgot to lock The Rock lol stop Walk it out, Now walk it out // Walk it like I talk it Talk it like I RUN BITCH RUN FLORIST, RUN!!! Lmfao. Ok. CUT BACK TO: You probably forgot, dude. Alright, Seth McFarlene. Just—*hits blunt* stop talking . Load another bowl Giggity! *passes blunt* You want this? No, I'm straight. Are you, though? What?! Yeah, I'm— I mean, l'm good on the— You know what? Fuck it, gimmie that. Yee. Sauce. [there is a knock at the door] Welp, I gotta go. [Jimmy Fallon is suddenly alone in his office, with a blunt in one hand and a bong in the other. The lights automatically shut off; the coffee maker brings brewing automatically—-three more knocks at the door.] *sighs* [explitive] CUT TO: That fucking rager Is it day?! Is it night?! We don't know! It's been months, probably Weeks, at best— But all we actually know about this time and place is that— The HATTER is here. For fucks SAKE. GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY. lol Johnny Del*. Sure JOHNNY DEPP is drinking Duh *beer?! Uh huh That's all we have, man. *light beers I'MMM BUZZZZZED LIGHTYEAR BUUUUUUUZZXXXED LIGHTYEARR no, Tim Allen, not yet. Fuck, on that note Now I know why THERES A SNAKE IN MY BOOT yeah there is! Ok, ew Ok, gross Stop ew Stop Ew. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satiafaftion— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Luscius? What is it. Precious would like to see you. Oh. The prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking so today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factionrd world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lasidasicly scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods at The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much since that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT, Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered wa t would call and honor m for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in am shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Flllow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful. Well, what is it! We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood We're atabilized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

‘…is that a threat?' ‘Hm…' If it was, it was at least a good one— I was scared, at first, upon seeing what I had thought to be perhaps a package robbery—but was actually just a slit through the package—a clean slice, more specifically, through the bubble wrapped [Redacted] package, however, its contents still inside; The package had been left underneath another—which didn't belong to me, and though I had been cornered by security more than once at the [Redacted] market, for putting my nutritional needs above that of my morality—or rather, thought my morlity to exclude guilt from the nessecities, especially as I often pondered upon the elite had kept the lower classes in a devolved state by controlling the price of wellness, so much so that it had become impractical for the common being. I had never even thought to swipe someone else's mail—a personal foul, and at least in turn in that matter to all respect with karma, had never had any packages stolen, either—not that I had lived indoors long enough to have warranted that I was safe from what sometimes seemed like the non-human animals, especially of New York City, who crawled about the lower realms littering and taking up precious time, space, and energy—the almost less-than-common man, but still, actually and unfortunately—common, especially in New York. The Sage sticks and palo santo I had ordered were still intact, entirely— to my surprise, and I wondered what else my package might have included, without remembering such. I had become enfuriated with [Redacted], after realizing that there had been hidden charges and unrecognizable fees, on my credit card, of all the places—the Capital One credit card, with sky high interest rates and robotic customer service drones—who I mostly would hate talking to— and it seemed as though the [Redacted] algorithm had become just as predatory as the rest of them—as uncivilized as the trash-dropping, coughing subhumans that plagued the post-pandemic world, if there was such a thing. The overcrowded mess and overall pollution of the city at whole at best made it still acceptable to wear masks in public, to which I took full advantage of doing, as needed—which was as often as possible, actually, if not to hide the curiosities, and of course, the objections to whatever it would be on the train that sparked distaste—worst yet, I might even smile, and reveal my gap-tooth, only acceptable on Hurley models and Madonna, of course—either of whom I wished I was. It was 3:16 AM, and a long lost song found its way into my head as I fettered the words into the document, multitasking a “modest” breakfast as I mulled over the day, most of which I had spent attempting peace and solitude, neither of which actually even seemed attainable in my 3rd floor “office”, being so careful not to consider anything home or a comfort, for the fear that whatever Death curse someone had thought to m destroy me with once would extend into all the years and all the realms of my presence— it was true, as I explained to my aunt, that the people around me had within the last few years turned into demonic and vampiric advocates of what seemed to be the devil itself, were I even holy enough to be considered sacred in such a way that the devil may be chasing me—and I was, in some ways, but not in others—my ability to aggrandize my judgements and flex my morality where needed, but less when wanted as it stood true that I never actually enjoyed immorality—I hated living in a world where one would be made to steal, and made to lie, in order to survive. But that, for 30 years is where I had lived; in, for the most part, an evil world, ruled by man, as he denied and tortured all things that would be thought to be God—in his thirst for whatever it was that had waged a world of war. It seemed as though someone were sending a message, and it had been years since I had felt safe or comfortable anywhere, anyway—so I thought it best not to care, knowing that all in all, that the intentional hurt and harm done to me by any man, or any entity otherwise, would prove to l invoke the karmic justice law unto itself; that whatever pain I experienced would be amplified by its giver, and reflected back—that anyone who intended to hurt or kill me—would only hurt or kill themselves in doing so. At the very least, I was inspired to continue writing the script which I had drifted from entirely—its contents and its driver too mad to be palpable, however—as sometimes this kind of magic did occur in flashes at random, with vivid visions as if I were watching—or even living inside of the scene itself, spoke volumes that it should—or would, whether I wanted it or not, be written eventually. ‘Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.' I knew nothing of the man at all besides his name and occupation, and that something had plastered him permanently into my mind with some kind of irreparable cement I could not seem to break lose or free from—and it was going to stay that way. The entirety of the festival project and all I had been prompted to have written had become a massive headache. I have a massive headache. UGH. Perhaps it was more multidimensionally attributed to the fact that I had been fawning over affordable razorblazes—I had been almost salivating at the thought of bleeding from my wrists—a constant pressure from the lack of things I wanted and needed piling up at my doorstep, my overdue bills, and the harrowing and what seemed like *manacle. Hm. A maniacle attack on my sanity, not actually practitioned by my abuser, but probably more likely the government, masquerading as such to plot and plan around various secret expirimentation, which would of course within the century become common knowledge, but as for such time we're simply conspiracies, perhaps to hide the shameful loss which was the war being fought with technology—which the dumbing down and brainwashing of millions had left us at an extreme risk, and those were were not at risk, with extreme bias against that which they had no ability or interest to understand. Unremarkably so, I was still astonished that something did indeed seem to have happened—something that was not in my head at all, but rather, very much outside of it—and it was beginning to occur to me that perhaps others had gained an interest in what indeed seemed to be attacking me, for years, by then, with fear, humiliation, and detriment—to which I could only ever think to fight with white magic; there was a controlled chaos to what seemed like my being at a wits end, which I was, but also wasn't—for the most part, at least in public, I could take even the most outrageous offenses poignantly and tactfully, however sometimes realizing that—in Keisha having left her sunglasses behind, she had also left with them a little bit of Harlem— “Move.” The mindless drone controlled robots often stepped directly into my path, as if being driven by some force which was meant to annoy or some other way terrorize me—however, I had grown accustomed to new York's overall rudeness, and had become almost socially inept..speaking of Just—socially unacceptable. What is this?! Gross. What is this?! Papaya juice. Is this a fucking—?! No it's a v8 My G-Wagon! Nice. Got it painted. What color even is that? It's like— mauve. MOVE. FUCKING-A. Jesus Christ. One time, The white devil appeared as a fucked up Edie Falco// And I was so fed up-to-here With The Bullshit, That I didn't even care what happened if I — MOVE OUT OF MY WAY: OR WHAT?! Damn, Mrs. Soprano, you look rough. Are you sure that's not just JACKIE. WHAT. That's the way Uh huh Uh huh I like it Uh huh Uh huh Schools out— Party with my friends! school's out! I'm a genie in a bottle, You gotta rub me the right way! I been too strong, for too long And I can't be without you baby! Is that all of them? Probably not: So mix, then, Probably not. Well Why not?! Because My Serato's been acting horrible. Tommy looked what I would learn to be like a be exact replica of 1988 Tom Cruise. Which reminds me… The 1987 Tom Cruise* is murdered by Supacree's jealous stalker, in a fit of rage, which spirals all known aliases and timelines into a terrible and chaotic nightmare, as Wait, what. I'm just being honest, I don't know how to write this. Here, let me help. YO. wtf. Should have had a V8! SPLASH, BITCH. WHERE's MY SHIIT, JIMMY? It's gone, I broke it. You what. It's missing; I broke it. What do you mean. AHAHA. Oh, I see what you mean, now. Yeah, that guy is different. [The amethyst shatters.] NOH. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa_l GOLD. IT IS GOLDEN. THE ORB. What. The orb. It has chosen you. Uh. Oka. Who the fuck are these creatures—?! “Creetures” I love them. They are darling They are cute. Man, fuck with your bullshit—. —Stay in fucking— Where ever that's at! This is “Queens” Well, it's disgusting. GET LOST. Get lost HOW. Everything's on a grid system! FUCK. I lost it, Damn. Dang. Well, wanna play again? Nah, that's it. What?! Come on. No, seriously. I'm done. Wait, what are you doing? *pulls out rifle* WOAH. WOAH. You should go now. What is that, It's a gun, obviously. What the fuck, man! A rifle, actually, more specifically— What—why—what are you gonna do with that thing? I'm gonna shoot myself: ano— YES. In the head— Don't do that; And you, if you don't get out— Wait! Right now. *aims* Okay! Ah shit, this is getting serious: It s seriously like dick-deep in pussy in here right now. Nay: Maybe we should GO. Hello. M— Maybe we should stay: What! I like her. Get off my property. This is-/ This is MINE. I own this: This one's Mine! Oh, this is what they mean by “ecstatic dance” Actually, my feet are just coldX… Wait, hold on. Before you go off on a tangent about— mm— What is that I don't know what that is. U don't know what it is Look, I wanted that to be Dillon's baby so bad— (So did he) HAHAHAHA. I will end u Oh, baby, there's only one way you could ever do that. Everyone Thrrr she is. She's back! Aaaaaannnyyyeaaaayy— Please explain to us what's happening in this movie. Which movie The Tom Cryise one, Cause there can only be one Tom Cruise one Because Tom cruise is Tom Cruise. Wait. What. TOM HANKS YOU FORGOT MY NAME BRIEfLY YES, but also— That's WHY, this happened. TOM CRUISE I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU-/ You STUPID BITC— Look — I gotta — Oh wait, that still works. What?! You fucked that guy too?! NO. I just. This is a lot of space. Well yeah, we're like—astronauts. How did you get this all in your loft? MAJOR TOM. ALRIGHT. I GOT IT. AHAHAHSJSJHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE ECID. YAYAYAY. Whrrereeeeeeeeeeeeeee Wherereere in my miiiiiiiiind. Fuck I gotta buy that album….again I know I bought it once. dang. Youre cute, I know, huh. Buy me this Ok. [Beyoncé is not yet back with the coffee.] Deja Vu, Beyoncé Uh oh, uh oh— Uh oh! OHNONO ^ Matumbo AIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Crazy in love— also Beyonce? Destiny's ChildrenS HAHAHA OK. FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. DEADMAU5 IS A WAY BETTER CONTROLLER *HEAPING GASP* YOU—TAKE THAT BACK. I WOULDNT. I will END YOU. YOU CANNOT. Where the fuck is that lady from? Oh, there she is! Pity! Oh dear! She's NEGROID: Shh, tisk-tisk. [ANNE HATHAWAY dabbed tf out.] Come on Annie! Get up! [she is not getting up] THINK OF THE KIDSz *nope* UGH. WASTED. That sucks! We gotta get her back in that princess movie before everything dies and we all collapse! Which princess movie is it?! Idk! Fuck this bitch! She's like all the princesses! KEKE Palmart* Sure! KEKE PALMER will be playing the PRINCESS from princess and the frog Put the princess—IN—the frog! NO. PUT THE PRINCESS IN THE— AGHHHH. PUT DILLON FRANCIS, BACK IN THE OVEN. NO Ugh. He's so heavy! He's not gonna fit. He WILL fit: NO: SAY UNCLE. ASHEJEBEB SAY IT. AAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKHHHH [a giant Ankh falls from the sky] Yo. That cannot be a good sign. I think it's not. SUBTRONICS *rips bong* Hey! You made it! Way, way late: Nice! Yes. Why are you naked? I don't know. SOLEÏL. Fuck, man. Wizardrddd! What is this game?! I dunno, but I just keep playing it. This shit says. This does say. This shit says ballsacks. I don't get kids these days “Ballsacks” Is that like, a good thing? Depends who's saying NEY-WHINNY-NEY-WHINNY-NEEEE Horse: ok, I win: JOHNNY DEPP literally cannot speak. Because he is not intoxicated. At all. lol someone help him, seriously. Ok, keep going. All the DISNEY CHANNEL KIDS are WILD ‘N OUT Which is ironic because— NICK CANNON Yep, Oh look, it's me again… NICK CANNON Look, the Nickelodeon Cult— What; I mean— The Illuminati just called, They want their stuff back. What STUFF. SAY IT. NEVER THAT. SAY MY NAMEs PASSWORD FALLON, YOU FUCKING HACK. oh, I'm a ‘hack' now that's— “Haha” Who's laughing?! You should be crying right about now. I'm an actor. Very funny. Tears of a clown. Shut up: I am crying, on the inside. -_- Sit down, dipshit: Ooh, now I'm dip— *cocks pistol* Shit, I thought you couldn't— Oh no, this part of the series gets pretty— You're in deep fucking shit; [JIMMY FALLON sits calmly at his desk, he scoops some “sugar” into his coffee and stirs, seemingly emotionless.] CUT TO DANCE BREAK. I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please CUT TO: Texas border patrol holding cell. DIPLO (In a stupid ass cowboy hat) m *jail door slams* AH, COME ON. Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) I thought it was… “A little gambling is fun when you're with me” (I love it.) Maybe it WAS. What year was that anyway? Idk. What year was any year before [Lyrics Genius] Flashback: The 2000's Rewind it again. What did she just say? Idk. What did he say? Damn. Fuck, I missed it. Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start THE ACE OF SPAAAAAAADES. Okay. Fine. He wants to be Satan? He's Satan. Yo, that's— SATAN. [Skrillex is Satan] Yeah, but he's so fucking cute. Supacree, what are you doing? BRB, I'm gonna go fuck this lil ass [censored] Damn. Ok. S/he does not fuck around, that guy. Yeah, that guy. And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart I guess we'll just have to… wait till they play it on the radio again… / Wait till the next rave. fuck. MIXTAPES. GETCHUR MIXTAPES. La da da Dee da da duh duhhh La da da Dee da daaaah da duuuuuum La da da da de da La da da da Dee da Da da Dee da da da da dum Okay, Google, let's see what you got. I got—Reddit.. r/NameThatSong 5 yr. ago Surprentis Join Can't figure out this song. Looking for help hey you guys remember that song from back in the day that went "la da dee da da da daaaa, la da dee da da da daaaaa, ah la da dee daaa da la daa dee daaa daa daa dee daa da daaa da daaaaa" i feel like it was on night at the roxbury maybe im wrong.. uh, ok— wtf is “night at the Roxbury” …Google? GOOGLE Here: you'll like this. Oh shit, ‘98 … FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST. Holy shit, you were on SNL in 1998?! Yes. How the fuck old are you? Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST …not as old as me. [but everyone's still mad as fuck at Jesus for eating all of the pizza] wtf, man: Just— inhaled it. *gnarf* Actually, you know what: Just stay—celibate: Oh check it out. THIS lady only shows up if I— *squints* if you what: Nothing. Nothing. ANNNNNNNE. GET. UP. She's not gonna go. She's dead bro. I'm not dead! YES! oh! She's up! YES *barfs*! [instantly back asleep] —m— That's it We're fucked. Disney's gonna kill us. The Illuminati's gonna kill us! Disney is the Illuminati. Yeah, but like—for kids. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! All sixteen pairs of them! wtf who has that many kids Eight fucking kids, bro. ^_- ok, I like her. Yeesss. Ya. Imm drunk. K. gargle! Nah! GARGLE, RIGHT NOW OR I'll wash your mouth with soap! [pulls gun] THATS NOT SOAP. MY GUN'S NAME IS “SOAP” Shit, why are there so many guns in this shit?! Because Skrillex is like, Cartel, or whatever. And like—the Bloods. ☠️ And the Crips, probably, also— Like I said, He is Satan. GET OVER HERE AND- SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOTTTT: I got nothin. What: I got// Zero scenes You got no scene, broh? No scenes. None? Zip. None? Zero. Woah. Hold up. will— uh— “powers” Ferrel—like an animal that won't shut up, or something? Will bite you—may be rabid— Feral? You mean? Sure; whatever.d Just, stop talking, How the fuck do you do the same movie— like— infinitely. Recap: every will ferret* Sure! EVERY WILL FERRELL MOVIE IS ULTIMATELY... They're all the same movie! GET UP, After waking up in a hungover/still intoxicated rage, Anne Hathaway causes a showdown worthy of historical proportions, which concludes with her legendary “yeet” of a mysterious object of extra planetary origin—this initiates round two of the party which never should have happened, and almost never ended. In another parallel cross dimension: Irl JIMMY FALLON and Ū are imaginary friends; rather, Ū is a figment of JIMMY FALLON's imagination and vice-versa—this scene pays homage to Wilfred; they share stories with one another as they pass the bong/blunt in a solid back-to-back rotation, making the tragic stories they are telling almost hilarious, but only because they are so generously stoned. —_— So wait, he like— *passes blunt* —Here, take this— —Yeah— *passes bong* —Just switch me— Yee. So he like—“yeeted” your baby? He Yeeted my baby. *blowing out, coughing* That's not supposed to happen. No, it is not. Here, switch me. *switch* *rips* *shaking head in stoniness* [beat] So like— *rips bong* —you're like, Ū, so— You're like… I'm like, everybody. Right? Yeah. Yeah! I'm Ū, dawg. That is a cool name. Is—a cool name *hits blunt* Here, switch me— *rips bong* Is—not—a cool power to have. I bet not, though. You would imagine I wouldn't, that's in—coughs—sane. It is insane: cover your mouth: Sorry. No you're not, So how are you not like— Like what? I'm Ū, there what// So how are you not like— Seth McFarle—uhh Seth McFarlen lol *e What Uh, I am. SETH MCFARLENE No you're not, I'm right here. *suddenly not stoned* What the FUCK man: Woah, Seth McFarlene. HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE. I walked in. That's boss status. What the fuck! I locked it! You did not. I walked in—like right behind you guys You probably forgot… You—I forgot— He forgot to lock The Rock lol stop Walk it out, Now walk it out // Walk it like I talk it Talk it like I RUN BITCH RUN FLORIST, RUN!!! Lmfao. Ok. CUT BACK TO: You probably forgot, dude. Alright, Seth McFarlene. Just—*hits blunt* stop talking . Load another bowl Giggity! *passes blunt* You want this? No, I'm straight. Are you, though? What?! Yeah, I'm— I mean, l'm good on the— You know what? Fuck it, gimmie that. Yee. Sauce. [there is a knock at the door] Welp, I gotta go. [Jimmy Fallon is suddenly alone in his office, with a blunt in one hand and a bong in the other. The lights automatically shut off; the coffee maker brings brewing automatically—-three more knocks at the door.] *sighs* [explitive] CUT TO: That fucking rager Is it day?! Is it night?! We don't know! It's been months, probably Weeks, at best— But all we actually know about this time and place is that— The HATTER is here. For fucks SAKE. GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY. lol Johnny Del*. Sure JOHNNY DEPP is drinking Duh *beer?! Uh huh That's all we have, man. *light beers I'MMM BUZZZZZED LIGHTYEAR BUUUUUUUZZXXXED LIGHTYEARR no, Tim Allen, not yet. Fuck, on that note Now I know why THERES A SNAKE IN MY BOOT yeah there is! Ok, ew Ok, gross Stop ew Stop Ew. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satiafaftion— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Luscius? What is it. Precious would like to see you. Oh. The prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking so today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factionrd world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lasidasicly scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods at The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much since that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT, Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered wa t would call and honor m for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in am shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Flllow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful. Well, what is it! We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood We're atabilized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

‘…is that a threat?' ‘Hm…' If it was, it was at least a good one— I was scared, at first, upon seeing what I had thought to be perhaps a package robbery—but was actually just a slit through the package—a clean slice, more specifically, through the bubble wrapped [Redacted] package, however, its contents still inside; The package had been left underneath another—which didn't belong to me, and though I had been cornered by security more than once at the [Redacted] market, for putting my nutritional needs above that of my morality—or rather, thought my morlity to exclude guilt from the nessecities, especially as I often pondered upon the elite had kept the lower classes in a devolved state by controlling the price of wellness, so much so that it had become impractical for the common being. I had never even thought to swipe someone else's mail—a personal foul, and at least in turn in that matter to all respect with karma, had never had any packages stolen, either—not that I had lived indoors long enough to have warranted that I was safe from what sometimes seemed like the non-human animals, especially of New York City, who crawled about the lower realms littering and taking up precious time, space, and energy—the almost less-than-common man, but still, actually and unfortunately—common, especially in New York. The Sage sticks and palo santo I had ordered were still intact, entirely— to my surprise, and I wondered what else my package might have included, without remembering such. I had become enfuriated with [Redacted], after realizing that there had been hidden charges and unrecognizable fees, on my credit card, of all the places—the Capital One credit card, with sky high interest rates and robotic customer service drones—who I mostly would hate talking to— and it seemed as though the [Redacted] algorithm had become just as predatory as the rest of them—as uncivilized as the trash-dropping, coughing subhumans that plagued the post-pandemic world, if there was such a thing. The overcrowded mess and overall pollution of the city at whole at best made it still acceptable to wear masks in public, to which I took full advantage of doing, as needed—which was as often as possible, actually, if not to hide the curiosities, and of course, the objections to whatever it would be on the train that sparked distaste—worst yet, I might even smile, and reveal my gap-tooth, only acceptable on Hurley models and Madonna, of course—either of whom I wished I was. It was 3:16 AM, and a long lost song found its way into my head as I fettered the words into the document, multitasking a “modest” breakfast as I mulled over the day, most of which I had spent attempting peace and solitude, neither of which actually even seemed attainable in my 3rd floor “office”, being so careful not to consider anything home or a comfort, for the fear that whatever Death curse someone had thought to m destroy me with once would extend into all the years and all the realms of my presence— it was true, as I explained to my aunt, that the people around me had within the last few years turned into demonic and vampiric advocates of what seemed to be the devil itself, were I even holy enough to be considered sacred in such a way that the devil may be chasing me—and I was, in some ways, but not in others—my ability to aggrandize my judgements and flex my morality where needed, but less when wanted as it stood true that I never actually enjoyed immorality—I hated living in a world where one would be made to steal, and made to lie, in order to survive. But that, for 30 years is where I had lived; in, for the most part, an evil world, ruled by man, as he denied and tortured all things that would be thought to be God—in his thirst for whatever it was that had waged a world of war. It seemed as though someone were sending a message, and it had been years since I had felt safe or comfortable anywhere, anyway—so I thought it best not to care, knowing that all in all, that the intentional hurt and harm done to me by any man, or any entity otherwise, would prove to l invoke the karmic justice law unto itself; that whatever pain I experienced would be amplified by its giver, and reflected back—that anyone who intended to hurt or kill me—would only hurt or kill themselves in doing so. At the very least, I was inspired to continue writing the script which I had drifted from entirely—its contents and its driver too mad to be palpable, however—as sometimes this kind of magic did occur in flashes at random, with vivid visions as if I were watching—or even living inside of the scene itself, spoke volumes that it should—or would, whether I wanted it or not, be written eventually. ‘Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.' I knew nothing of the man at all besides his name and occupation, and that something had plastered him permanently into my mind with some kind of irreparable cement I could not seem to break lose or free from—and it was going to stay that way. The entirety of the festival project and all I had been prompted to have written had become a massive headache. I have a massive headache. UGH. Perhaps it was more multidimensionally attributed to the fact that I had been fawning over affordable razorblazes—I had been almost salivating at the thought of bleeding from my wrists—a constant pressure from the lack of things I wanted and needed piling up at my doorstep, my overdue bills, and the harrowing and what seemed like *manacle. Hm. A maniacle attack on my sanity, not actually practitioned by my abuser, but probably more likely the government, masquerading as such to plot and plan around various secret expirimentation, which would of course within the century become common knowledge, but as for such time we're simply conspiracies, perhaps to hide the shameful loss which was the war being fought with technology—which the dumbing down and brainwashing of millions had left us at an extreme risk, and those were were not at risk, with extreme bias against that which they had no ability or interest to understand. Unremarkably so, I was still astonished that something did indeed seem to have happened—something that was not in my head at all, but rather, very much outside of it—and it was beginning to occur to me that perhaps others had gained an interest in what indeed seemed to be attacking me, for years, by then, with fear, humiliation, and detriment—to which I could only ever think to fight with white magic; there was a controlled chaos to what seemed like my being at a wits end, which I was, but also wasn't—for the most part, at least in public, I could take even the most outrageous offenses poignantly and tactfully, however sometimes realizing that—in Keisha having left her sunglasses behind, she had also left with them a little bit of Harlem— “Move.” The mindless drone controlled robots often stepped directly into my path, as if being driven by some force which was meant to annoy or some other way terrorize me—however, I had grown accustomed to new York's overall rudeness, and had become almost socially inept..speaking of Just—socially unacceptable. What is this?! Gross. What is this?! Papaya juice. Is this a fucking—?! No it's a v8 My G-Wagon! Nice. Got it painted. What color even is that? It's like— mauve. MOVE. FUCKING-A. Jesus Christ. One time, The white devil appeared as a fucked up Edie Falco// And I was so fed up-to-here With The Bullshit, That I didn't even care what happened if I — MOVE OUT OF MY WAY: OR WHAT?! Damn, Mrs. Soprano, you look rough. Are you sure that's not just JACKIE. WHAT. That's the way Uh huh Uh huh I like it Uh huh Uh huh Schools out— Party with my friends! school's out! I'm a genie in a bottle, You gotta rub me the right way! I been too strong, for too long And I can't be without you baby! Is that all of them? Probably not: So mix, then, Probably not. Well Why not?! Because My Serato's been acting horrible. Tommy looked what I would learn to be like a be exact replica of 1988 Tom Cruise. Which reminds me… The 1987 Tom Cruise* is murdered by Supacree's jealous stalker, in a fit of rage, which spirals all known aliases and timelines into a terrible and chaotic nightmare, as Wait, what. I'm just being honest, I don't know how to write this. Here, let me help. YO. wtf. Should have had a V8! SPLASH, BITCH. WHERE's MY SHIIT, JIMMY? It's gone, I broke it. You what. It's missing; I broke it. What do you mean. AHAHA. Oh, I see what you mean, now. Yeah, that guy is different. [The amethyst shatters.] NOH. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa_l GOLD. IT IS GOLDEN. THE ORB. What. The orb. It has chosen you. Uh. Oka. Who the fuck are these creatures—?! “Creetures” I love them. They are darling They are cute. Man, fuck with your bullshit—. —Stay in fucking— Where ever that's at! This is “Queens” Well, it's disgusting. GET LOST. Get lost HOW. Everything's on a grid system! FUCK. I lost it, Damn. Dang. Well, wanna play again? Nah, that's it. What?! Come on. No, seriously. I'm done. Wait, what are you doing? *pulls out rifle* WOAH. WOAH. You should go now. What is that, It's a gun, obviously. What the fuck, man! A rifle, actually, more specifically— What—why—what are you gonna do with that thing? I'm gonna shoot myself: ano— YES. In the head— Don't do that; And you, if you don't get out— Wait! Right now. *aims* Okay! Ah shit, this is getting serious: It s seriously like dick-deep in pussy in here right now. Nay: Maybe we should GO. Hello. M— Maybe we should stay: What! I like her. Get off my property. This is-/ This is MINE. I own this: This one's Mine! Oh, this is what they mean by “ecstatic dance” Actually, my feet are just coldX… Wait, hold on. Before you go off on a tangent about— mm— What is that I don't know what that is. U don't know what it is Look, I wanted that to be Dillon's baby so bad— (So did he) HAHAHAHA. I will end u Oh, baby, there's only one way you could ever do that. Everyone Thrrr she is. She's back! Aaaaaannnyyyeaaaayy— Please explain to us what's happening in this movie. Which movie The Tom Cryise one, Cause there can only be one Tom Cruise one Because Tom cruise is Tom Cruise. Wait. What. TOM HANKS YOU FORGOT MY NAME BRIEfLY YES, but also— That's WHY, this happened. TOM CRUISE I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU-/ You STUPID BITC— Look — I gotta — Oh wait, that still works. What?! You fucked that guy too?! NO. I just. This is a lot of space. Well yeah, we're like—astronauts. How did you get this all in your loft? MAJOR TOM. ALRIGHT. I GOT IT. AHAHAHSJSJHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE ECID. YAYAYAY. Whrrereeeeeeeeeeeeeee Wherereere in my miiiiiiiiind. Fuck I gotta buy that album….again I know I bought it once. dang. Youre cute, I know, huh. Buy me this Ok. [Beyoncé is not yet back with the coffee.] Deja Vu, Beyoncé Uh oh, uh oh— Uh oh! OHNONO ^ Matumbo AIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Crazy in love— also Beyonce? Destiny's ChildrenS HAHAHA OK. FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. DEADMAU5 IS A WAY BETTER CONTROLLER *HEAPING GASP* YOU—TAKE THAT BACK. I WOULDNT. I will END YOU. YOU CANNOT. Where the fuck is that lady from? Oh, there she is! Pity! Oh dear! She's NEGROID: Shh, tisk-tisk. [ANNE HATHAWAY dabbed tf out.] Come on Annie! Get up! [she is not getting up] THINK OF THE KIDSz *nope* UGH. WASTED. That sucks! We gotta get her back in that princess movie before everything dies and we all collapse! Which princess movie is it?! Idk! Fuck this bitch! She's like all the princesses! KEKE Palmart* Sure! KEKE PALMER will be playing the PRINCESS from princess and the frog Put the princess—IN—the frog! NO. PUT THE PRINCESS IN THE— AGHHHH. PUT DILLON FRANCIS, BACK IN THE OVEN. NO Ugh. He's so heavy! He's not gonna fit. He WILL fit: NO: SAY UNCLE. ASHEJEBEB SAY IT. AAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKHHHH [a giant Ankh falls from the sky] Yo. That cannot be a good sign. I think it's not. SUBTRONICS *rips bong* Hey! You made it! Way, way late: Nice! Yes. Why are you naked? I don't know. SOLEÏL. Fuck, man. Wizardrddd! What is this game?! I dunno, but I just keep playing it. This shit says. This does say. This shit says ballsacks. I don't get kids these days “Ballsacks” Is that like, a good thing? Depends who's saying NEY-WHINNY-NEY-WHINNY-NEEEE Horse: ok, I win: JOHNNY DEPP literally cannot speak. Because he is not intoxicated. At all. lol someone help him, seriously. Ok, keep going. All the DISNEY CHANNEL KIDS are WILD ‘N OUT Which is ironic because— NICK CANNON Yep, Oh look, it's me again… NICK CANNON Look, the Nickelodeon Cult— What; I mean— The Illuminati just called, They want their stuff back. What STUFF. SAY IT. NEVER THAT. SAY MY NAMEs PASSWORD FALLON, YOU FUCKING HACK. oh, I'm a ‘hack' now that's— “Haha” Who's laughing?! You should be crying right about now. I'm an actor. Very funny. Tears of a clown. Shut up: I am crying, on the inside. -_- Sit down, dipshit: Ooh, now I'm dip— *cocks pistol* Shit, I thought you couldn't— Oh no, this part of the series gets pretty— You're in deep fucking shit; [JIMMY FALLON sits calmly at his desk, he scoops some “sugar” into his coffee and stirs, seemingly emotionless.] CUT TO DANCE BREAK. I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please CUT TO: Texas border patrol holding cell. DIPLO (In a stupid ass cowboy hat) m *jail door slams* AH, COME ON. Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) I thought it was… “A little gambling is fun when you're with me” (I love it.) Maybe it WAS. What year was that anyway? Idk. What year was any year before [Lyrics Genius] Flashback: The 2000's Rewind it again. What did she just say? Idk. What did he say? Damn. Fuck, I missed it. Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start THE ACE OF SPAAAAAAADES. Okay. Fine. He wants to be Satan? He's Satan. Yo, that's— SATAN. [Skrillex is Satan] Yeah, but he's so fucking cute. Supacree, what are you doing? BRB, I'm gonna go fuck this lil ass [censored] Damn. Ok. S/he does not fuck around, that guy. Yeah, that guy. And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart I guess we'll just have to… wait till they play it on the radio again… / Wait till the next rave. fuck. MIXTAPES. GETCHUR MIXTAPES. La da da Dee da da duh duhhh La da da Dee da daaaah da duuuuuum La da da da de da La da da da Dee da Da da Dee da da da da dum Okay, Google, let's see what you got. I got—Reddit.. r/NameThatSong 5 yr. ago Surprentis Join Can't figure out this song. Looking for help hey you guys remember that song from back in the day that went "la da dee da da da daaaa, la da dee da da da daaaaa, ah la da dee daaa da la daa dee daaa daa daa dee daa da daaa da daaaaa" i feel like it was on night at the roxbury maybe im wrong.. uh, ok— wtf is “night at the Roxbury” …Google? GOOGLE Here: you'll like this. Oh shit, ‘98 … FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST. Holy shit, you were on SNL in 1998?! Yes. How the fuck old are you? Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST …not as old as me. [but everyone's still mad as fuck at Jesus for eating all of the pizza] wtf, man: Just— inhaled it. *gnarf* Actually, you know what: Just stay—celibate: Oh check it out. THIS lady only shows up if I— *squints* if you what: Nothing. Nothing. ANNNNNNNE. GET. UP. She's not gonna go. She's dead bro. I'm not dead! YES! oh! She's up! YES *barfs*! [instantly back asleep] —m— That's it We're fucked. Disney's gonna kill us. The Illuminati's gonna kill us! Disney is the Illuminati. Yeah, but like—for kids. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! All sixteen pairs of them! wtf who has that many kids Eight fucking kids, bro. ^_- ok, I like her. Yeesss. Ya. Imm drunk. K. gargle! Nah! GARGLE, RIGHT NOW OR I'll wash your mouth with soap! [pulls gun] THATS NOT SOAP. MY GUN'S NAME IS “SOAP” Shit, why are there so many guns in this shit?! Because Skrillex is like, Cartel, or whatever. And like—the Bloods. ☠️ And the Crips, probably, also— Like I said, He is Satan. GET OVER HERE AND- SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOTTTT: I got nothin. What: I got// Zero scenes You got no scene, broh? No scenes. None? Zip. None? Zero. Woah. Hold up. will— uh— “powers” Ferrel—like an animal that won't shut up, or something? Will bite you—may be rabid— Feral? You mean? Sure; whatever.d Just, stop talking, How the fuck do you do the same movie— like— infinitely. Recap: every will ferret* Sure! EVERY WILL FERRELL MOVIE IS ULTIMATELY... They're all the same movie! GET UP, After waking up in a hungover/still intoxicated rage, Anne Hathaway causes a showdown worthy of historical proportions, which concludes with her legendary “yeet” of a mysterious object of extra planetary origin—this initiates round two of the party which never should have happened, and almost never ended. In another parallel cross dimension: Irl JIMMY FALLON and Ū are imaginary friends; rather, Ū is a figment of JIMMY FALLON's imagination and vice-versa—this scene pays homage to Wilfred; they share stories with one another as they pass the bong/blunt in a solid back-to-back rotation, making the tragic stories they are telling almost hilarious, but only because they are so generously stoned. —_— So wait, he like— *passes blunt* —Here, take this— —Yeah— *passes bong* —Just switch me— Yee. So he like—“yeeted” your baby? He Yeeted my baby. *blowing out, coughing* That's not supposed to happen. No, it is not. Here, switch me. *switch* *rips* *shaking head in stoniness* [beat] So like— *rips bong* —you're like, Ū, so— You're like… I'm like, everybody. Right? Yeah. Yeah! I'm Ū, dawg. That is a cool name. Is—a cool name *hits blunt* Here, switch me— *rips bong* Is—not—a cool power to have. I bet not, though. You would imagine I wouldn't, that's in—coughs—sane. It is insane: cover your mouth: Sorry. No you're not, So how are you not like— Like what? I'm Ū, there what// So how are you not like— Seth McFarle—uhh Seth McFarlen lol *e What Uh, I am. SETH MCFARLENE No you're not, I'm right here. *suddenly not stoned* What the FUCK man: Woah, Seth McFarlene. HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE. I walked in. That's boss status. What the fuck! I locked it! You did not. I walked in—like right behind you guys You probably forgot… You—I forgot— He forgot to lock The Rock lol stop Walk it out, Now walk it out // Walk it like I talk it Talk it like I RUN BITCH RUN FLORIST, RUN!!! Lmfao. Ok. CUT BACK TO: You probably forgot, dude. Alright, Seth McFarlene. Just—*hits blunt* stop talking . Load another bowl Giggity! *passes blunt* You want this? No, I'm straight. Are you, though? What?! Yeah, I'm— I mean, l'm good on the— You know what? Fuck it, gimmie that. Yee. Sauce. [there is a knock at the door] Welp, I gotta go. [Jimmy Fallon is suddenly alone in his office, with a blunt in one hand and a bong in the other. The lights automatically shut off; the coffee maker brings brewing automatically—-three more knocks at the door.] *sighs* [explitive] CUT TO: That fucking rager Is it day?! Is it night?! We don't know! It's been months, probably Weeks, at best— But all we actually know about this time and place is that— The HATTER is here. For fucks SAKE. GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY. lol Johnny Del*. Sure JOHNNY DEPP is drinking Duh *beer?! Uh huh That's all we have, man. *light beers I'MMM BUZZZZZED LIGHTYEAR BUUUUUUUZZXXXED LIGHTYEARR no, Tim Allen, not yet. Fuck, on that note Now I know why THERES A SNAKE IN MY BOOT yeah there is! Ok, ew Ok, gross Stop ew Stop Ew. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satiafaftion— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Luscius? What is it. Precious would like to see you. Oh. The prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking so today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factionrd world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lasidasicly scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods at The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much since that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT, Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered wa t would call and honor m for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in am shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Flllow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful. Well, what is it! We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood We're atabilized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

‘…is that a threat?' ‘Hm…' If it was, it was at least a good one— I was scared, at first, upon seeing what I had thought to be perhaps a package robbery—but was actually just a slit through the package—a clean slice, more specifically, through the bubble wrapped [Redacted] package, however, its contents still inside; The package had been left underneath another—which didn't belong to me, and though I had been cornered by security more than once at the [Redacted] market, for putting my nutritional needs above that of my morality—or rather, thought my morlity to exclude guilt from the nessecities, especially as I often pondered upon the elite had kept the lower classes in a devolved state by controlling the price of wellness, so much so that it had become impractical for the common being. I had never even thought to swipe someone else's mail—a personal foul, and at least in turn in that matter to all respect with karma, had never had any packages stolen, either—not that I had lived indoors long enough to have warranted that I was safe from what sometimes seemed like the non-human animals, especially of New York City, who crawled about the lower realms littering and taking up precious time, space, and energy—the almost less-than-common man, but still, actually and unfortunately—common, especially in New York. The Sage sticks and palo santo I had ordered were still intact, entirely— to my surprise, and I wondered what else my package might have included, without remembering such. I had become enfuriated with [Redacted], after realizing that there had been hidden charges and unrecognizable fees, on my credit card, of all the places—the Capital One credit card, with sky high interest rates and robotic customer service drones—who I mostly would hate talking to— and it seemed as though the [Redacted] algorithm had become just as predatory as the rest of them—as uncivilized as the trash-dropping, coughing subhumans that plagued the post-pandemic world, if there was such a thing. The overcrowded mess and overall pollution of the city at whole at best made it still acceptable to wear masks in public, to which I took full advantage of doing, as needed—which was as often as possible, actually, if not to hide the curiosities, and of course, the objections to whatever it would be on the train that sparked distaste—worst yet, I might even smile, and reveal my gap-tooth, only acceptable on Hurley models and Madonna, of course—either of whom I wished I was. It was 3:16 AM, and a long lost song found its way into my head as I fettered the words into the document, multitasking a “modest” breakfast as I mulled over the day, most of which I had spent attempting peace and solitude, neither of which actually even seemed attainable in my 3rd floor “office”, being so careful not to consider anything home or a comfort, for the fear that whatever Death curse someone had thought to m destroy me with once would extend into all the years and all the realms of my presence— it was true, as I explained to my aunt, that the people around me had within the last few years turned into demonic and vampiric advocates of what seemed to be the devil itself, were I even holy enough to be considered sacred in such a way that the devil may be chasing me—and I was, in some ways, but not in others—my ability to aggrandize my judgements and flex my morality where needed, but less when wanted as it stood true that I never actually enjoyed immorality—I hated living in a world where one would be made to steal, and made to lie, in order to survive. But that, for 30 years is where I had lived; in, for the most part, an evil world, ruled by man, as he denied and tortured all things that would be thought to be God—in his thirst for whatever it was that had waged a world of war. It seemed as though someone were sending a message, and it had been years since I had felt safe or comfortable anywhere, anyway—so I thought it best not to care, knowing that all in all, that the intentional hurt and harm done to me by any man, or any entity otherwise, would prove to l invoke the karmic justice law unto itself; that whatever pain I experienced would be amplified by its giver, and reflected back—that anyone who intended to hurt or kill me—would only hurt or kill themselves in doing so. At the very least, I was inspired to continue writing the script which I had drifted from entirely—its contents and its driver too mad to be palpable, however—as sometimes this kind of magic did occur in flashes at random, with vivid visions as if I were watching—or even living inside of the scene itself, spoke volumes that it should—or would, whether I wanted it or not, be written eventually. ‘Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.' I knew nothing of the man at all besides his name and occupation, and that something had plastered him permanently into my mind with some kind of irreparable cement I could not seem to break lose or free from—and it was going to stay that way. The entirety of the festival project and all I had been prompted to have written had become a massive headache. I have a massive headache. UGH. Perhaps it was more multidimensionally attributed to the fact that I had been fawning over affordable razorblazes—I had been almost salivating at the thought of bleeding from my wrists—a constant pressure from the lack of things I wanted and needed piling up at my doorstep, my overdue bills, and the harrowing and what seemed like *manacle. Hm. A maniacle attack on my sanity, not actually practitioned by my abuser, but probably more likely the government, masquerading as such to plot and plan around various secret expirimentation, which would of course within the century become common knowledge, but as for such time we're simply conspiracies, perhaps to hide the shameful loss which was the war being fought with technology—which the dumbing down and brainwashing of millions had left us at an extreme risk, and those were were not at risk, with extreme bias against that which they had no ability or interest to understand. Unremarkably so, I was still astonished that something did indeed seem to have happened—something that was not in my head at all, but rather, very much outside of it—and it was beginning to occur to me that perhaps others had gained an interest in what indeed seemed to be attacking me, for years, by then, with fear, humiliation, and detriment—to which I could only ever think to fight with white magic; there was a controlled chaos to what seemed like my being at a wits end, which I was, but also wasn't—for the most part, at least in public, I could take even the most outrageous offenses poignantly and tactfully, however sometimes realizing that—in Keisha having left her sunglasses behind, she had also left with them a little bit of Harlem— “Move.” The mindless drone controlled robots often stepped directly into my path, as if being driven by some force which was meant to annoy or some other way terrorize me—however, I had grown accustomed to new York's overall rudeness, and had become almost socially inept..speaking of Just—socially unacceptable. What is this?! Gross. What is this?! Papaya juice. Is this a fucking—?! No it's a v8 My G-Wagon! Nice. Got it painted. What color even is that? It's like— mauve. MOVE. FUCKING-A. Jesus Christ. One time, The white devil appeared as a fucked up Edie Falco// And I was so fed up-to-here With The Bullshit, That I didn't even care what happened if I — MOVE OUT OF MY WAY: OR WHAT?! Damn, Mrs. Soprano, you look rough. Are you sure that's not just JACKIE. WHAT. That's the way Uh huh Uh huh I like it Uh huh Uh huh Schools out— Party with my friends! school's out! I'm a genie in a bottle, You gotta rub me the right way! I been too strong, for too long And I can't be without you baby! Is that all of them? Probably not: So mix, then, Probably not. Well Why not?! Because My Serato's been acting horrible. Tommy looked what I would learn to be like a be exact replica of 1988 Tom Cruise. Which reminds me… The 1987 Tom Cruise* is murdered by Supacree's jealous stalker, in a fit of rage, which spirals all known aliases and timelines into a terrible and chaotic nightmare, as Wait, what. I'm just being honest, I don't know how to write this. Here, let me help. YO. wtf. Should have had a V8! SPLASH, BITCH. WHERE's MY SHIIT, JIMMY? It's gone, I broke it. You what. It's missing; I broke it. What do you mean. AHAHA. Oh, I see what you mean, now. Yeah, that guy is different. [The amethyst shatters.] NOH. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa_l GOLD. IT IS GOLDEN. THE ORB. What. The orb. It has chosen you. Uh. Oka. Who the fuck are these creatures—?! “Creetures” I love them. They are darling They are cute. Man, fuck with your bullshit—. —Stay in fucking— Where ever that's at! This is “Queens” Well, it's disgusting. GET LOST. Get lost HOW. Everything's on a grid system! FUCK. I lost it, Damn. Dang. Well, wanna play again? Nah, that's it. What?! Come on. No, seriously. I'm done. Wait, what are you doing? *pulls out rifle* WOAH. WOAH. You should go now. What is that, It's a gun, obviously. What the fuck, man! A rifle, actually, more specifically— What—why—what are you gonna do with that thing? I'm gonna shoot myself: ano— YES. In the head— Don't do that; And you, if you don't get out— Wait! Right now. *aims* Okay! Ah shit, this is getting serious: It s seriously like dick-deep in pussy in here right now. Nay: Maybe we should GO. Hello. M— Maybe we should stay: What! I like her. Get off my property. This is-/ This is MINE. I own this: This one's Mine! Oh, this is what they mean by “ecstatic dance” Actually, my feet are just coldX… Wait, hold on. Before you go off on a tangent about— mm— What is that I don't know what that is. U don't know what it is Look, I wanted that to be Dillon's baby so bad— (So did he) HAHAHAHA. I will end u Oh, baby, there's only one way you could ever do that. Everyone Thrrr she is. She's back! Aaaaaannnyyyeaaaayy— Please explain to us what's happening in this movie. Which movie The Tom Cryise one, Cause there can only be one Tom Cruise one Because Tom cruise is Tom Cruise. Wait. What. TOM HANKS YOU FORGOT MY NAME BRIEfLY YES, but also— That's WHY, this happened. TOM CRUISE I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU-/ You STUPID BITC— Look — I gotta — Oh wait, that still works. What?! You fucked that guy too?! NO. I just. This is a lot of space. Well yeah, we're like—astronauts. How did you get this all in your loft? MAJOR TOM. ALRIGHT. I GOT IT. AHAHAHSJSJHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE ECID. YAYAYAY. Whrrereeeeeeeeeeeeeee Wherereere in my miiiiiiiiind. Fuck I gotta buy that album….again I know I bought it once. dang. Youre cute, I know, huh. Buy me this Ok. [Beyoncé is not yet back with the coffee.] Deja Vu, Beyoncé Uh oh, uh oh— Uh oh! OHNONO ^ Matumbo AIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Crazy in love— also Beyonce? Destiny's ChildrenS HAHAHA OK. FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. DEADMAU5 IS A WAY BETTER CONTROLLER *HEAPING GASP* YOU—TAKE THAT BACK. I WOULDNT. I will END YOU. YOU CANNOT. Where the fuck is that lady from? Oh, there she is! Pity! Oh dear! She's NEGROID: Shh, tisk-tisk. [ANNE HATHAWAY dabbed tf out.] Come on Annie! Get up! [she is not getting up] THINK OF THE KIDSz *nope* UGH. WASTED. That sucks! We gotta get her back in that princess movie before everything dies and we all collapse! Which princess movie is it?! Idk! Fuck this bitch! She's like all the princesses! KEKE Palmart* Sure! KEKE PALMER will be playing the PRINCESS from princess and the frog Put the princess—IN—the frog! NO. PUT THE PRINCESS IN THE— AGHHHH. PUT DILLON FRANCIS, BACK IN THE OVEN. NO Ugh. He's so heavy! He's not gonna fit. He WILL fit: NO: SAY UNCLE. ASHEJEBEB SAY IT. AAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKHHHH [a giant Ankh falls from the sky] Yo. That cannot be a good sign. I think it's not. SUBTRONICS *rips bong* Hey! You made it! Way, way late: Nice! Yes. Why are you naked? I don't know. SOLEÏL. Fuck, man. Wizardrddd! What is this game?! I dunno, but I just keep playing it. This shit says. This does say. This shit says ballsacks. I don't get kids these days “Ballsacks” Is that like, a good thing? Depends who's saying NEY-WHINNY-NEY-WHINNY-NEEEE Horse: ok, I win: JOHNNY DEPP literally cannot speak. Because he is not intoxicated. At all. lol someone help him, seriously. Ok, keep going. All the DISNEY CHANNEL KIDS are WILD ‘N OUT Which is ironic because— NICK CANNON Yep, Oh look, it's me again… NICK CANNON Look, the Nickelodeon Cult— What; I mean— The Illuminati just called, They want their stuff back. What STUFF. SAY IT. NEVER THAT. SAY MY NAMEs PASSWORD FALLON, YOU FUCKING HACK. oh, I'm a ‘hack' now that's— “Haha” Who's laughing?! You should be crying right about now. I'm an actor. Very funny. Tears of a clown. Shut up: I am crying, on the inside. -_- Sit down, dipshit: Ooh, now I'm dip— *cocks pistol* Shit, I thought you couldn't— Oh no, this part of the series gets pretty— You're in deep fucking shit; [JIMMY FALLON sits calmly at his desk, he scoops some “sugar” into his coffee and stirs, seemingly emotionless.] CUT TO DANCE BREAK. I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please CUT TO: Texas border patrol holding cell. DIPLO (In a stupid ass cowboy hat) m *jail door slams* AH, COME ON. Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) I thought it was… “A little gambling is fun when you're with me” (I love it.) Maybe it WAS. What year was that anyway? Idk. What year was any year before [Lyrics Genius] Flashback: The 2000's Rewind it again. What did she just say? Idk. What did he say? Damn. Fuck, I missed it. Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start THE ACE OF SPAAAAAAADES. Okay. Fine. He wants to be Satan? He's Satan. Yo, that's— SATAN. [Skrillex is Satan] Yeah, but he's so fucking cute. Supacree, what are you doing? BRB, I'm gonna go fuck this lil ass [censored] Damn. Ok. S/he does not fuck around, that guy. Yeah, that guy. And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart I guess we'll just have to… wait till they play it on the radio again… / Wait till the next rave. fuck. MIXTAPES. GETCHUR MIXTAPES. La da da Dee da da duh duhhh La da da Dee da daaaah da duuuuuum La da da da de da La da da da Dee da Da da Dee da da da da dum Okay, Google, let's see what you got. I got—Reddit.. r/NameThatSong 5 yr. ago Surprentis Join Can't figure out this song. Looking for help hey you guys remember that song from back in the day that went "la da dee da da da daaaa, la da dee da da da daaaaa, ah la da dee daaa da la daa dee daaa daa daa dee daa da daaa da daaaaa" i feel like it was on night at the roxbury maybe im wrong.. uh, ok— wtf is “night at the Roxbury” …Google? GOOGLE Here: you'll like this. Oh shit, ‘98 … FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST. Holy shit, you were on SNL in 1998?! Yes. How the fuck old are you? Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST …not as old as me. [but everyone's still mad as fuck at Jesus for eating all of the pizza] wtf, man: Just— inhaled it. *gnarf* Actually, you know what: Just stay—celibate: Oh check it out. THIS lady only shows up if I— *squints* if you what: Nothing. Nothing. ANNNNNNNE. GET. UP. She's not gonna go. She's dead bro. I'm not dead! YES! oh! She's up! YES *barfs*! [instantly back asleep] —m— That's it We're fucked. Disney's gonna kill us. The Illuminati's gonna kill us! Disney is the Illuminati. Yeah, but like—for kids. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! All sixteen pairs of them! wtf who has that many kids Eight fucking kids, bro. ^_- ok, I like her. Yeesss. Ya. Imm drunk. K. gargle! Nah! GARGLE, RIGHT NOW OR I'll wash your mouth with soap! [pulls gun] THATS NOT SOAP. MY GUN'S NAME IS “SOAP” Shit, why are there so many guns in this shit?! Because Skrillex is like, Cartel, or whatever. And like—the Bloods. ☠️ And the Crips, probably, also— Like I said, He is Satan. GET OVER HERE AND- SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOTTTT: I got nothin. What: I got// Zero scenes You got no scene, broh? No scenes. None? Zip. None? Zero. Woah. Hold up. will— uh— “powers” Ferrel—like an animal that won't shut up, or something? Will bite you—may be rabid— Feral? You mean? Sure; whatever.d Just, stop talking, How the fuck do you do the same movie— like— infinitely. Recap: every will ferret* Sure! EVERY WILL FERRELL MOVIE IS ULTIMATELY... They're all the same movie! GET UP, After waking up in a hungover/still intoxicated rage, Anne Hathaway causes a showdown worthy of historical proportions, which concludes with her legendary “yeet” of a mysterious object of extra planetary origin—this initiates round two of the party which never should have happened, and almost never ended. In another parallel cross dimension: Irl JIMMY FALLON and Ū are imaginary friends; rather, Ū is a figment of JIMMY FALLON's imagination and vice-versa—this scene pays homage to Wilfred; they share stories with one another as they pass the bong/blunt in a solid back-to-back rotation, making the tragic stories they are telling almost hilarious, but only because they are so generously stoned. —_— So wait, he like— *passes blunt* —Here, take this— —Yeah— *passes bong* —Just switch me— Yee. So he like—“yeeted” your baby? He Yeeted my baby. *blowing out, coughing* That's not supposed to happen. No, it is not. Here, switch me. *switch* *rips* *shaking head in stoniness* [beat] So like— *rips bong* —you're like, Ū, so— You're like… I'm like, everybody. Right? Yeah. Yeah! I'm Ū, dawg. That is a cool name. Is—a cool name *hits blunt* Here, switch me— *rips bong* Is—not—a cool power to have. I bet not, though. You would imagine I wouldn't, that's in—coughs—sane. It is insane: cover your mouth: Sorry. No you're not, So how are you not like— Like what? I'm Ū, there what// So how are you not like— Seth McFarle—uhh Seth McFarlen lol *e What Uh, I am. SETH MCFARLENE No you're not, I'm right here. *suddenly not stoned* What the FUCK man: Woah, Seth McFarlene. HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE. I walked in. That's boss status. What the fuck! I locked it! You did not. I walked in—like right behind you guys You probably forgot… You—I forgot— He forgot to lock The Rock lol stop Walk it out, Now walk it out // Walk it like I talk it Talk it like I RUN BITCH RUN FLORIST, RUN!!! Lmfao. Ok. CUT BACK TO: You probably forgot, dude. Alright, Seth McFarlene. Just—*hits blunt* stop talking . Load another bowl Giggity! *passes blunt* You want this? No, I'm straight. Are you, though? What?! Yeah, I'm— I mean, l'm good on the— You know what? Fuck it, gimmie that. Yee. Sauce. [there is a knock at the door] Welp, I gotta go. [Jimmy Fallon is suddenly alone in his office, with a blunt in one hand and a bong in the other. The lights automatically shut off; the coffee maker brings brewing automatically—-three more knocks at the door.] *sighs* [explitive] CUT TO: That fucking rager Is it day?! Is it night?! We don't know! It's been months, probably Weeks, at best— But all we actually know about this time and place is that— The HATTER is here. For fucks SAKE. GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY. lol Johnny Del*. Sure JOHNNY DEPP is drinking Duh *beer?! Uh huh That's all we have, man. *light beers I'MMM BUZZZZZED LIGHTYEAR BUUUUUUUZZXXXED LIGHTYEARR no, Tim Allen, not yet. Fuck, on that note Now I know why THERES A SNAKE IN MY BOOT yeah there is! Ok, ew Ok, gross Stop ew Stop Ew. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satiafaftion— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Luscius? What is it. Precious would like to see you. Oh. The prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking so today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factionrd world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lasidasicly scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods at The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much since that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT, Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered wa t would call and honor m for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in am shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Flllow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful. Well, what is it! We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood We're atabilized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Our MLB Preview Series rolls along on the Jack Vita Show, as MLB Pipeline's Jim Callis joins the program to break down the National League Central division! Originally taped on Wednesday, March 20, before Opening Day, Jim and Jack put the NL Central under the microscope, leading off with the Chicago Cubs. The Cubs impressed in 2023, compiling 83 wins and missing the playoffs by only a game. Over the winter, the club parted ways with manager and 2016 World Series hero David Ross, replacing him with Craig Counsell. Counsell signed the richest contract for a manager in baseball history. The Cubs also re-signed Cody Bellinger, added Japanese star pitcher Shota Imanaga, and traded for Los Angeles Dodgers top corner infield prospect Michael Busch. The Cubs have the second-best farm system entering the 2024 season, according to MLB Pipeline. The club hopes that its young players can continue to take steps forward and under a new manager, it will return to the postseason for the first time in a full, 162-game season since 2018. What is the outlook for the Cubs in 2024, and why is Jim so bullish on them? Despite finishing in last place a season ago, the St. Louis Cardinals enter 2024 as favorites to win the NL Central. The club boasts of the highest over/under win total in most sportsbooks. Will the Cardinals jump from worst to first in 2024 and return to the top of the division? The Milwaukee Brewers enter the season with the fourth-highest odds to win the division. Despite losing manager Craig Counsell and starting pitchers Corbin Burnes and Brandon Woodruff, Milwaukee could have its best lineup of position players that it has had in years. The Brewers have reached the postseason in five of their last six seasons, winning the division three times during that stretch. Are they being slept on? The Cincinnati Reds are the trendy pick in the NL Central. Will their young team exceed expectations? Through the first month of the 2023 season, the Pittsburgh Pirates had the best record in the National League. The club ended up winning 76 games. Can the Pirates win the division in 2024? Jim and Jack discuss how difficult the Central division is to forecast. There isn't a clear runaway favorite, but one could make a case for any of the five teams to finish atop the division. Jim also highlights the best prospects in the division, detailing which players fans should keep an eye that could potentially make a big impact at the Major League level in 2024. Jim and Jack provide detailed outlooks and over/under win total projections for each team! Chicago Cubs (0:00 - 14:25) St. Louis Cardinals (14:25 - 20:40) Milwaukee Brewers (20:40 - 29:30) Cincinnati Reds (29:30 - 39:20) Pittsburgh Pirates (39:20 - END) You can follow Jim on Twitter (@jimcallisMLB) and catch all of his prospect analysis at MLB Pipeline!

In the next installment in our MLB Preview series on the Jack Vita Show, managing editor of Sports Illustrated's Braves Today and Inside the Marlins Lindsay Crosby visits the show to preview a division that is very near and dear to his heart, the National League East! Lindsay and Jack get things started with the Atlanta Braves. The Braves, powered by a historic offense, won 104 games last season en route to their sixth-straight NL East division title. Over the winter, the club added reclamation projects Chris Sale and Jarred Kelenic. Will the Braves win the division for the seventh-straight year in 2024? And will the Braves return to the World Series after a pair of disappointing NLDS losses to the Philadelphia Phillies? Next, Lindsay and Jack tackle the Phillies. The Phillies have impressed in the past two postseasons, logging a 19-11 record in 30 playoff games. However, the club squandered a 3-2 lead over the Arizona Diamondbacks in the NLCS last October, dashing their World Series hopes. How will the Fightin' Phils respond in 2024? The New York Mets greatly disappointed in 2023. Will the coming season be a reflection of last year, or will the Mets get back in the win column? Could a young Washington Nationals team exceed expectations? Or will it be another long summer in D.C.? Finally, the Miami Marlins impressed last year, reaching the playoffs for the first time in a full, 162-game season since 2003. But with a -57 run-differential and injuries to their pitching staff, might Skip Schumacher's regress in 2024? Lindsay and Jack have you covered, providing detailed outlooks and over/under win total projections for each team! Atlanta Braves (0:00 - 14:35) Philadelphia Phillies (14:35 - 21:25) New York Mets (21:25 - 29:00) Washington Nationals (29:00 - 44:40) Miami Marlins (44:40 - END) You can follow Lindsay on Twitter (@CrosbyBaseball) and check out his work over at Braves Today and Inside the Marlins!

The National League West has already begun play! The Jack Vita Show is back with its second installment in our MLB Preview Series. This time, Jack welcomes Arizona Diamondbacks beat reporter for PHNX Jesse Friedman AND Denver-based Just Baseball reporter Patrick Lyons, as we preview the National League West division! The crew kicks things off by putting the Colorado Rockies under the microscope. Patrick has covered the Rockies for many years. Colorado posted its first 100-loss season in franchise history last year, dropping 103 games and finishing in the basement of the NL West. What should fans be watching for this year? On deck, the conversation shifts to the team Jesse covers: the Arizona Diamondbacks. Last fall, the D-Backs won their first National League Pennant since 2001, losing to the Texas Rangers in the World Series in five games. How will Arizona follow up its impressive 2023, after a rather active offseason? Does the club have a shot at contending for a division title in 2024? Then, the guys discuss the San Diego Padres. The Padres severely disappointed in 2023, failing to reach the postseason despite being picked by many to win the NL West. The club shed payroll over the winter, bidding farewell to Juan Soto, Michael Wacha, Josh Hader, Blake Snell, Seth Lugo and Matt Carpenter. The club also moved on from manager Bob Melvin, replacing him with former St. Louis Cardinals skipper Mike Shildt. Is there hope for the Padres in 2024? The San Francisco Giants added a lot over the winter. Will it be enough to return the club to the playoffs? Note that this preview was recorded BEFORE the Giants signed Blake Snell and the Padres traded for Dylan Cease. Finally, the Los Angeles Dodgers enter the season as the betting favorites to win the World Series, after acquiring Shohei Ohtani, Yoshinobu Yamamoto, Tyler Glasnow, Teoscar Hernandez, and more. Will this "super team" live up to expectations? Jesse, Patrick and Jack provide over/under win total projections for each team! Colorado Rockies (0:00 - 25:55) Arizona Diamondbacks (25:55 - 42:50) San Diego Padres (42:50 - 56:40) San Francisco Giants (56:50 - 1:06:10) Los Angeles Dodgers (1:06:10 - END) You can follow Patrick (@PatrickDLyons) and Jesse (@JesseNFriedman) on Twitter. Be on the lookout for their content all season long!

Today, we'll talk about strategy - what good (and bad) strategy looks like for startups, and how most early-stage companies lack any strategy at all. Using a framework from Good Strategy/Bad Strategy, we'll explore the three core elements: diagnosis, guiding policy, and coherent action. We'll examine strategies from a stand-up comedian and GoPro as examples, before applying the framework to craft a strategy for launching a successful children's book.TackleboxIdea to Startup NewsletterThe Skeptical Startup EpisodeGood Strategy / Bad StrategyGet On Your Knees (comedy special)Go the F*** to Sleep00:29 The Skeptical Startup1:58 Strategies vs Goals3:58 The Comedian Story8:50 Smooth Jazz9:30 Bad Strategy11:38 Fluff12:12 Failure to Face the Challenge13:19 Mistaking Goals for Strategy14:50 GoPro17:16 The Kernel of a Successful Children's Book19:56 Guiding Policy20:50 Coherent Action21:24 The End + You 

Stephenie LaGrossa Kendrick and Jack Vita are back for another recap of the latest episode of The Traitors. This week, they welcome season 1 contestant Robert "Bam" Nieves to the Jack Vita Show, as they break down episode 7, "Blood on Their Hands". Bam and Stephenie were cast members on the first season of The Traitors. Both Bam and Stephenie were faithfuls that were onto the traitors. Because of their suspicions, both Bam and Stephenie were murdered. Unfortunately for Bam, he was perceived as a threat by the traitors, and was whacked at the start of the third episode. Stephenie was able to survive five murders and seven banishments, until she was murdered in the penultimate episode of season 1. This week on The Traitors, the dominoes continued to fall. After Dan was banished in episode 6, Peter is offered an invitation to join the traitors. For the second straight season, The Bachelor is recruited to join the traitors. However, this time around, The Bachelor declines. Peter remains committed to the faithfuls, and wants to continue on his path to eliminate the remaining traitors. Peter is fully convinced that Parvati is a traitor, and it appears that at least most of the rest of the cast is as well. Trishelle thinks that Dan outed Phaedra as a traitor to the rest of the group at the previous roundtable. Trishelle argues that due to the numbers that Phaedra has and the protection that the Bravo clique offers her, she is far a greater threat to win than Parvati is, whereas Parvati appears to be a dead woman walking. If Parvati is banished, Phaedra would have an opportunity to recruit one or two of her fellow Bravo girls to join the traitors. Trishelle argues that even if Phaedra is not a traitor, the show is a numbers game, and maintaining a numbers advantage over the other alliance is critical to the success of their group, moving forward. Thus, Trishelle pushes for the group to target Phaedra at the roundtable. As Peter and Trishelle debate over who their next target should be, the rival alliance talks about targeting Peter, hoping to secure their own numbers and a path to the end of the game. It appears that Peter's alliance is putting itself in danger by excluding others from conversations and alienating the rest of the castle. Sandra and Kevin successfully complete the mission and win shields, protecting them from murder. The contestants continue to strategize and prepare for the roundtable, until Alan drops a bomb on the cast and reveals that there will be no banishment that night. Instead, the cast would give out shields to each other, protecting a majority of the faithfuls from murder that night. Sheree, Phaedra, CT, Kevin, John and Peter join Sandra and Kevin, gaining shields. This leaves Trishelle, Bergie, MJ and Kate up for murder. Trishelle is hurt that CT chooses to protect John from murder instead of her, when they have known each other for 20 years. Phaedra and Parvati plot their next murder in the turret. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the audience will find out who is murdered next week. Stephenie, Bam and Jack break the episode down. Did they like the format of this episode? Was the cancelled banishment a fun twist, or a bit of a letdown? Did it kill some of the show's momentum? What are Bam's thoughts on the new season of The Traitors? What would he have done differently from S1, if he was playing on S2? Later, Stephenie answers questions from the listeners, who have left questions for her in the YouTube comment section. If you would like to have Steph and Jack take your questions next week, comment away! Jack and Stephenie share their initial thoughts from E7 (0:00 - 34:25) Bam joins the conversation (34:25 - 1:12:10) Stephenie answers your listener questions (1:12:10 - END) You can follow Bam (@robert_bam_nieves) and Stephenie (@steph_lagrossa_kendrick) on Instagram.

On our latest weekly roundup, we don't have any kids in public school anymore, but we can still complain about back-to-school issues like traffic and loud robot voices.What we're watching: On Only Murders in the Building, "Ghost Light" was entertaining but entirely expendable; we're no closer to knowing whodunit. On The Afterparty, we do now know whodunit, although we're not exactly convinced the show's writers didn't just throw a dart at the murder board and then work backwards from there.​Catherine's library find this week shifts to nonfiction for adults, with two titles of note. One is scary (100 Animals That Will F***ing End You) and one sounds like an absolute delight: Empire of the Sum: The Rise and Reign of the Pocket Calculator. It's by Keith Houston, who also wrote Shady Characters: The Secret Life of Punctuation, Symbols, and Other Typographical Marks. Terri is very disappointed that she can't listen to these immediately as audiobooks.In the archives, we revisit episodes in which we complained about kids' toys (September 15, 2021), financial surprises (September 11, 2019), and physical pain (September 12, 2017). ​We'll be back with a new episode next Tuesday. Our TV watch will cover S3 E7 of Only Murders in the Building (“CoBro”) and the movie Theatre Camp. If you miss hearing from us every single day, the archives await you!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/3680863/advertisement

La verdad es que la tercera temporada del Mandaloriano vino, y un poco como qué se fue con las mismas. También hablamos de: Owl House, Suzume, Coffee Talk 2: Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly, Resident Evil 4, Star Wars: Path of Deceit, Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order, Horizon: Burning Shores, Incendies*, Star Trek: Picard, Ghostwire Tokyo y Chained Echoes. Suenan: LCD Soundsystem: 45:33 (Pt.2 ) Ludwig Göransson: The Mandalorian James Holden: In the End You'll Know *horriblemente mal vista, tecnicamente yo no contaría el visionado como válido.

This week, Liberty and Tirzah discuss Strangers to Ourselves, Stay True, I'm Glad My Mom Died, and more of their favorite nonfiction books of 2022. Give the gift of Tailored Book Recommendations! And follow All the Books! using RSS, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify and never miss a beat book. And sign up for the weekly New Books! newsletter for even more new book news. This content contains affiliate links. When you buy through these links, we may earn an affiliate commission. BOOKS DISCUSSED ON THE SHOW: Another Appalachia: Coming Up Queer and Indian in a Mountain Place by Neema Avashia I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy Strangers to Ourselves: Unsettled Minds and the Stories That Make Us by Rachel Aviv Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels and Crooks by Patrick Radden Keefe If Nietzsche Were a Narwhal: What Animal Intelligence Reveals About Human Stupidity by Justin Gregg Huda F Are You? by Hufa Fahmy Stay True: A Memoir by Hua Hsu The Forever Witness: How DNA and Genealogy Solved a Cold Case Double Murder by Edward Humes The Milky Way: An Autobiography of Our Galaxy by Moiya McTier Flung Out of Space: Inspired by the Indecent Adventures of Patricia Highsmith by Grace Ellis and Hannah Templer 100 Animals That Can F*cking End You by Mamadou Ndiaye Crying in the Bathroom: A Memoir by Erika L. Sanchez Butts: A Backstory by Heather Radke Murder Among Friends: How Leopold and Loeb Tried to Commit the Perfect Crime by Candace Fleming How to Be Perfect: The Correct Answer to Every Moral Question by Michael Schur  WHAT WE'RE READING: We Deserve Monuments by Jas Hammonds Thornhedge by T. Kingfisher Titanium Noir by Nick Harkaway MORE BOOKS OUT THIS WEEK: Queen of Myth and Monsters (Adrian X Isolde) by Scarlett St. Clair  Orchid Muse: A History of Obsession in Fifteen Flowers by Erica Hannickel Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What does it really mean to seek the Lord, and how do we know if we're actually hearing Him? Dr. Christina Hibbert and guest Niki Olsen share practical, small and simple methods to develop your relationship with Jesus Christ, hear His voice daily, and receive and act on personal revelation.Highlights include:00:00-05:23“QOTW: How do I hear the Lord and better seek Him, daily?”05:24-13:54“It's about the small & simple things & Our relationship with God”13:55-25:50“Being connected to God vs. to the ‘natural man/woman'”25:51-32:49  “The Lord will ‘reveal his secrets' to His prophets: Do we listen & ACT?”32:50-41:04“Seek the Lord; Receive personal revelation each day”41:05-52:41 “3 Steps to hear Him & receive revelation; Develop a daily practice”52:42-END“You and I are the ‘Saviors on Mount Zion”Visit http://www.nikiolsencoaching.com to learn more about Niki.For a special 20% discount on her "The Seeking Personal Revelation Journal," use code: 20OFF, https://www.nikiolsencoaching.com/revelationFind Study Guides, episodes, & SUBSCRIBE to our email list at : http://www.likeawateredgarden.comAbout this podcast:Welcome to Like a Watered Garden, a Come Follow Me-based podcast that shows you how to personalize the holy scriptures (starting w the Old Testament), to help you “overcome, become, and flourish” in physical, mental, emotional, social, and spiritual health & wellness, so you may feel, as Isaiah writes, “...like a watered garden and a spring whose waters fail not.”I'm your host, Dr. Christina Hibbert, clinical psychologist, author, wife & mom, and member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.For our first season, we'll be  following along with the Come Follow Me study manual and learning in The Old Testament (& a few lessons in The Pearl of Great Price). Yes, that's right—we begin where it all began, and we will draw closer to Christ, who is everywhere in the Old Testament, as Jehovah! To learn more about Dr. Christina Hibbert, please visit http://www.drchristinahibbert.com  or http://www.instagram.com/drchristinahibbert or http://www.facebook.com/DrCHibbertTo learn more about this podcast, find bonus materials, handouts, transcripts and videos, visit http://www.likeawateredgarden.com and/or find us on Instagram, http://www.instagram.com/likeawatered.garden .Join our "Like a Watered Garden Podcast FB Discussion Group," by visiting  http://www.facebook.com/groups/likeawateredgarden and be  sure to share your insights and takeaways.Original music written & performed by Braxton Hibbert.Please rate/review this podcast! Let's connect: http://www.likeawateredgarden.com http://www.instagram.com/likeawatered.garden http://www.instagram.com/drchristinahibbert http://www.facebook.com/groups/likeawateredgarden

The natural world is filled with treats ... and tricks. Today, Internet zoologist and TikTok star Mamadou Ndiaye takes over to talk about some of those tricks — specifically the murderous ones. He turns the tables on Emily and Aaron, quizzing them on some of the animals in his new book 100 Animals That Can F*cking End You. Special guests span land and sea, including the hippopotamus, blowfish, snails, snakes — and more!We're always excited to hear what's on our listeners' minds. You can reach the show by emailing shortwave@npr.org or tweeting us @NPRShortWave.

In times of discomfort, hardship, healing, where might we find comfort? Is it possible to receive comfort even in the midst of uncomfortable times? Dr. Christina Hibbert and guest Kay West of "A Worldwide Sisterhood," discuss the comfort found through and because of Jesus Christ, based on the words of Isaiah in chapters 40-49, in episode 40 of Like a Watered Garden (a Come Follow Me) podcast. Highlights include:00:00-13:21“QOTW: “How can I find comfort even when life is uncomfortable?”13:22-26:25“Words of comfort from Isaiah 40-42: We can be renewed”26:26-39:33“We've already chosen Him and He's already chosen us”39:34-46:04“Being comforted vs. being comfortable”46:05-54:13“Being a ‘witness of the Lord'”54:14-1:00:38 “‘Chosen IN the furnace of affliction,' He refines us, He is with us in the fire”1:00:39-END“You may have ‘peace as a river' and ‘righteousness as the waves of the sea'”Learn more about Kay West @aworldwidesisterhood on Instagram and http://www.aworldwidesisterhood.comFind Study Guides & more : http://www.likeawateredgarden.comAbout this podcast:Welcome to Like a Watered Garden, a Come Follow Me-based podcast that shows you how to personalize the holy scriptures (starting w the Old Testament), to help you “overcome, become, and flourish” in physical, mental, emotional, social, and spiritual health & wellness, so you may feel, as Isaiah writes, “...like a watered garden and a spring whose waters fail not.”I'm your host, Dr. Christina Hibbert, clinical psychologist, author, wife & mom, and member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.For our first season, we'll be  following along with the Come Follow Me study manual and learning in The Old Testament (& a few lessons in The Pearl of Great Price). Yes, that's right—we begin where it all began, and we will draw closer to Christ, who is everywhere in the Old Testament, as Jehovah! To learn more about Dr. Christina Hibbert, please visit http://www.drchristinahibbert.com  or http://www.instagram.com/drchristinahibbert or http://www.facebook.com/DrCHibbertTo learn more about this podcast, find bonus materials, handouts, transcripts and videos, visit http://www.likeawateredgarden.com and/or find us on Instagram, http://www.instagram.com/likeawatered.garden .Join our "Like a Watered Garden Podcast FB Discussion Group," by visiting  http://www.facebook.com/groups/likeawateredgarden and be  sure to share your insights and takeaways, as well as your questions and concerns!And please be sure to "subscribe" to, rate, & review this podcast (It helps us a lot!).You can find videos of each episode on Dr Christina Hibbert's YouTube channel, https://www.youtube.com/drchristinahibbertOriginal music written & performed by Braxton Hibbert.

Dena and Melissa welcome Animal Tok star Mamadou Ndiaye (@mndiaye_97) to the podcast this week! He tells us about his new book 100 Animals That Can F*cking End You. It's a must-have for any TikTok aficionado — the ultimate countdown to merk by animal, featuring everything from tiny bugs that can turn you into a hashtag to animals so massive they can murder you by accident — all written as if you're watching Mamadou's TikTok videos. We learn that he downloaded TikTok in April 2020 and made his first video. Since then he has been followed by more than 14 million people on the app, and his YouTube videos featuring his distinctive takes on animal biology and behavior have been viewed 62 million times. His favorite creators include: @lindsaynikole, @jayprehistoricpets, @coyotepetersonofficial.   Check out all the videos we mention and more on our blog (2old4tiktok.com), Instagram (@2old4tiktokpod), and TikTok (@2old4tiktok_podcast).  

Are you like us and have too many books on your to-be-read (TBR) list that you know it'll never actually end? Yeah, so let's add more to it! In this week's episode of Pages n' Pages we talk about the book releases in the third quarter of the year, from July through September. There are some great books coming out in the next few months and we are so excited to add them to our reading lists. What We've Read and What We Are Reading: The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood #1) by Nikki Sloane Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass #3) by Sarah J. Maas and narrated by Elizabeth Evans Girl in the Blue Coat by Monica Hesse and narrated by Natalia Payne Lore Olympus Vol. 2 by Rachel Smythe Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars #3) by Alexandria Bellefleur and narrated by Lauren Sweet The Romantic Agenda by Claire Kann Additional Books Mentions: July: Below Zero by Ali Hazelwood (July 5) The It Girl by Ruth Ware (July 12) Lore Olympus Vol. 2 by Rachel Smythe (July 5) Wicked Beauty (Dark Olympus #3) by Katee Robert (June 7) Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin (July 5) Circling Back to You by Julie Tieu (July 12) The Measure by Nikki Erlick (June 28) Always Be My Duchess by Amalie Howard (July 12) Heat Wave (Extraordinaries #3) by TJ Klune (July 19) The Romance Recipe by Ruby Barrett (July 12) What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher (July 12) 100 Animals That Can F*cking End You by Mamadou Ndiaye (July 5) Youngblood by Sasha Laurens (July 19) August: Love in the Time of Serial Killers by Alicia Thompson (Aug. 1) Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid (Aug. 30) Thank You for Listening by Julia Whelan (Aug. 2) The Last Housewife by Ashley Winstead (Aug. 16) Long Live the Pumpkin Queen by Shea Ernshaw (Aug. 2) Love on the Brain by Ali Hazelwood (Aug. 23) Husband Material by Alexis Hall (Aug. 2) Nothing More to Tell by Karen M. McManus (Aug. 30) In the Event of Love by Courtney Kae (Aug. 30) I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy (Aug. 9) September: The Sunbearer Trial by Aiden Thomas (Sep. 6) Aces Wild by Amanda DeWitt (Sep. 6) Court of the Vampire Queen by Katee Robert (Sep. 6) Fairy Tale by Stephen King (Sep. 6) The American Roommate Experiment by Elena Armas (Sep. 6) The Two Lives of Sara by Catherine Adel West (Sep. 6) Notorious Sorcerer by Davinia Evans (Sep. 13) The Make-Up Test by Jenny L. Howe (Sep. 13) The Boys with a Bookstore by Sarah Echavarre Smith (Sep. 6) When in Rome by Sarah Adams (Sep. 20) Demon of the Wood by Leigh Bardugo, illustrated by Dani Pendergastm and adapted by Kyla VanderKlugt (Sep. 27) A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone (Sep. 20) Spells for Forgetting by Adrienne Young (Sep. 27) Kingdom of the Feared (Kingdom of the Wicked #3) by Kerri Maniscalco (Sep. 27) The Winners (Beartown #3) by Frederik Backman (Sep. 27) Check out Pages n' Pages on Instagram. These opinions are entirely our own. Image by Kapona via Vector Stock.

This week, Liberty and Danika discuss Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Florida Woman, Night of the Living Rez, and more great books. Follow All the Books! using RSS, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify and never miss a beat book. And sign up for the weekly New Books! newsletter for even more new book news. This content contains affiliate links. When you buy through these links, we may earn an affiliate commission. BOOKS DISCUSSED ON THE SHOW: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin Florida Woman by Deb Rogers 100 Animals That Can F*cking End You by Mamadou Ndiaye Expedition Backyard by Rosemary Mosco, illustrated by Binglin Hu Bad Things Happen Here by Rebecca Barrow Night of the Living Rez: Stories by Morgan Talty Death by Bubble Tea by Jennifer J. Chow Miss Aldridge Regrets by Louise Hare Life Ceremony: Stories by Sayaka Murata, Ginny Tapley Takemori (translator) Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo Wash Day Diaries by Jamila Rowser and Robyn Smith For a complete list of books discussed in this episode, visit our website. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Patience is a virtue but you touch this staff I will END YOU. Talk about going from 0 to 100. The sisters run into the Chinese zodiacs and not the zen masters you think they are. Pretty hardcore if you ask us. The 3 of us actually as we have a returning patron joining us again to help recap our latest episode. There is some Henry appreciation, etiquette for kicking someone out of your home, creepy neighbors, and much more. Enjoy brunch with us and the Halliwells Check out the following websites to help educate and possibly help and donate: https://blacklivesmatter.com/ https://nymag.com/strategist/article/where-to-donate-for-black-lives-matter.html https://www.gofundme.com/c/act/stop-aapi-hate #wearamask #blacklivesmatter #stopasianhate Rate and Comment on your favorite podcast app - Google Play: https://play.google.com/music/listen?u=0#/ps/Ijvtj4skgvhztp6ggchd6tt7sbu Anchor FM: https://anchor.fm/bwthpodcast Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/brunch-with-the-halliwells/id1434416319?mt=2 Podbean https://www.podbean.com/podcast-detail/4axc5-7ca7a/Brunch-with-the-Halliwells-A-Charmed-Podcast Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/3UHBM4HZ0AdWzlsamTMD2h Follow us on social media: Instagram - brunchwiththehalliwells Twitter - @bwthpodcast Second Podcast Instagram - Moviegeekandproud Twitter - @mgnppodcast Join us in the attic and become a patron on our Patreon page. patreon.com/bwthpodcast. You can have early access to episodes, bonus content, merchandise, and more starting as low as $1. Plus, you will be helping contributing to the show. Thank you to those who have joined our Patreon as your involvement keeps this show running. Patrons in the Attic: Thank you so much for your pledges The Bingeables Podcast, Anthony Fossceco, Julia Rigal, Hailey Guerra, Kimberly, Anwen Pattinson, Ryan Hunter, Tamarah Balazs, Maribel Caballero, Melanie Bledsoe, Chae Rutledge, Michael Brescher Theme song provided by Purple Planet Music - Darkness https://soundcloud.com/purpleplanetmusic Ryan's podcast - Radical Retro Rewind Podcast Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/4CQ70GmTwHgUavDrslUcXh --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/bwthpodcast/message

Once more we celebrate how right we were, wonder if easily predicting Slasher plot twists makes us dumb as the show, and look forward to the final (!) episode of the series. Also, reviews of recent watches and the usual silliness you've come to know and love! Show Open – 00:00:00 – 00:05:25 Bo's Good Movie – The Northman – 00:05:26 – 00:17:14 Duncan's Good Movie – The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent – 00:17:15 – 00:25:29 Sidebar on Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness (no spoilers) – 00:25:30 – 00:29:47 Bo's Bad Movie – The Encounter – 00:29:48 – 00:32:15 Duncan's Bad Movie – Cop Shop – 00:32:16 – 00:39:39 Slasher S4E7 Discussion – 00:39:40 – End You can subscribe to the audio podcast on Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Spotify, iHeartRadio, Podchaser, and Google Podcasts. Find every episode here. And look for live episodes every two weeks on YouTube.com/legionpodcasts! The post Duncan and Bo: Slash Fiction: The Slasher Podcast – S4E7 – “Goldfinger” first appeared on Legion.

In what may be a podcast first, the fellas all seem to really like a movie for a change!  We watched André Øvredal's Autopsy of Jane Doe, and frankly if you haven't seen it go subscribe to Shudder and take care of that...Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

This week Gray forced Kevin to watch It Follows again against his will.  Dave was also there.  Did he like it more on his 2nd viewing?  Listen to find out!Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

Something of a late bloomer for most '80s horror fans, the gang watched Halloween III: Season of the Witch.  This movie features a ton of awesome practical effects, gratuitous amounts of Tom Atkins' bare ass, and a song that will get stuck in your head for years.  ...and stay tuned for the big giveaway.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

This week we watched a recently released Shudder exclusive, and a decidedly split reception. 2020's Slaxx, the film about a killer pair of pants.  Fun fact, the movie and the podcast runtimes are pretty close! You can watch the movie while listening to the podcast! (We do not actually recommend this)Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

Pastor Nolan Continues his study through the book of Daniel - The Time of The End- You will be sure to enjoy this study- November 21, 2021 Church website https://www.biblebaptistcc.com/Support the Ministry https://app.pineapplepayments.com/Hos...Listen and Subscribe to our Podcast https://anchor.fm/bbcpreachingpodcast

On this Halloween episode, Jamie and Bo talk about the perils of Halloween lists, more found footage, and the origins of Chapelwaite. Here's some timecodes so you don't get spoiled: Chapelwaite – :51 – 9:16Gonjiam – 9:16 – 13:30The Collingswood Story/Unfriended – 13:30 – 30:45Jakob’s Wife – 30:45 – 35:55The Many Saints of Newark – 35:55 – 42:58Muppet Haunted Mansion – 42.58 – 49:50Amityville Moon – 49:50 – End You can hear the show exclusively on Legion Podcasts, so be sure to subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Google, Spotify, Android, Pandora, iHeartRadio, Stitcher, Podchaser, or wherever podcasts are found. Thank you so much for listening and talk to you all in a month! The post Whatcha Watching with Jamie and Bo: Ep 5: The Halloween Lists first appeared on Legion.

Back in 1988, Hollywood seemed to think Joe Piscopo and Treat Williams could carry a buddy cop movie where they turn into the undead.   Did it work?  Not really, but we watched it anyway.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

On this Halloween episode, Jamie and Bo talk about the perils of Halloween lists, more found footage, and the origins of Chapelwaite. Here's some timecodes so you don't get spoiled: Chapelwaite – :51 – 9:16Gonjiam – 9:16 – 13:30The Collingswood Story/Unfriended – 13:30 – 30:45Jakob's Wife – 30:45 – 35:55The Many Saints of Newark – 35:55 – 42:58Muppet Haunted Mansion – 42.58 – 49:50Amityville Moon – 49:50 – End You can hear the show exclusively on Legion Podcasts, so be sure to subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Google, Spotify, Android, Pandora, iHeartRadio, Stitcher, Podchaser, or wherever podcasts are found. Thank you so much for listening and talk to you all in a month! The post Whatcha Watching with Jamie and Bo: Ep 5: The Halloween Lists first appeared on Legion.

On this Halloween episode, Jamie and Bo talk about the perils of Halloween lists, more found footage, and the origins of Chapelwaite. Here's some timecodes so you don't get spoiled: Chapelwaite – :51 – 9:16Gonjiam – 9:16 – 13:30The Collingswood Story/Unfriended – 13:30 – 30:45Jakob's Wife – 30:45 – 35:55The Many Saints of Newark – 35:55 – 42:58Muppet Haunted Mansion – 42.58 – 49:50Amityville Moon – 49:50 – End You can hear the show exclusively on Legion Podcasts, so be sure to subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Google, Spotify, Android, Pandora, iHeartRadio, Stitcher, Podchaser, or wherever podcasts are found. Thank you so much for listening and talk to you all in a month! The post Whatcha Watching with Jamie and Bo: Ep 5: The Halloween Lists first appeared on Legion.

Welcome to That One Time at Bandcamp, a show on which Chris Chavez talks about artists and music he discovers on the website Bandcamp. On this episode, Chris is once again joined by Trev Allen of The Struggling Artist Podcast for a special crossover episode on Bandcamp Friday to discuss music by Johnny and the Man Kids, The Anti-Bodies, Stone Priest, Baabes, Rebuilder, High Command, End You, Caroline Kingsbury, Geoff Palmer, Sincere Engineer, Every Time I Die, Driveways, Coffin Salesman, and Scotty Saints and the True Believers. Check out and support - Johnny and the Man Kids - Home Wherever That May Be The Anti-Bodies - Self Titled Stone Priest - Palor Mortis Baabes - Ratchet Ass Dance Party Rebuilder - Live from 2021 High Command - Beyond the Wall of Desolation End You - Aimless Dread Caroline Kingsbury - Heaven's Just a Flight Geoff Palmer - Charts and Graphs Sincere Engineer - Bless My Psyche Every Time I Die - AWOL Driveways - Five Years Down Coffin Salesman - Empty Pilot Scotty Saints and the True Believers - Common Enemy

This week we go all the way back to 1992.  A classic film based on the works of the wonderfully demented Clive Barker.  Spend an hour and a half listening to us rave about one of the absolute best movies from the 90s.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

This week we revisit a relic of a simpler time.  Directed by the renowned Robert Rodriguez, we checked out the Faculty...and boy is it a movie.  90s references galore.  We had a time, maybe you will too.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

The boys have stumbled upon a gem of a film that will probably only appeal to you if you went to hardcore shows in the late 90s.  What happens when Brad "breaks edge?"  Let's find out!Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

We give a look at the new Netflix original movie Blood Red Sky. A tale of a mother and her son...and a plane...with hijackers...and a "secret".  Let's be real, you know what this movie is five minutes in and you get exactly what you expect.  Our thoughts are mixed...check it out!Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

After losing the original data, the guys do a rapid-fire re-review of a pretty solid flick.  Even after we think we've got our shit figured out, we learn we're wrong after 20 episodes...sorry in advance...this one is not high quality.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

In what may be a podcast first, the guys unanimously hate watch a film.  Released in 2020, but a 2021 Shudder exclusive, Superdeep tries to capture the feeling of movies you already know and love...but not that hard.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

Join us as we rave about this incredibly fun ride starring the legendary Nicolas Cage, directed by Kevin Lewis.  A story of energy drinks, satanic cults, and pinball...fun for the whole family! Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

We sat down to talk about a weird movie out of South Africa that was better on paper than on film, but since they put it on film and subsequently on Shudder, we watched it...for better or worse.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

You know what they say about podcasts that get to 37 episodes? Nope, us neither. This week we un-metal a couple of metal songs in HOMEWORK. We talk NEW RELEASES from Reject the Sickness, Vulture, End You, Alluvial, Zeal & Ardor, Bone Cutter, Body Snatcher and At The Gates. We get a message from a symphonic extreme metal solo project in MESSAGES. Then BAND NAME GENERATOR then bed time (for us, not you...maybe for you). Once you're done here head over to our insta page @maycontainmetalpod to grab the accompanying episode playlist in our story highlights featuring music from all the bands we mention on the episode.

Mammoth Monday for May 31st, 2021 Longer than usual, Memorial Day weekend edition. Bandcamp Friday is at the end of this week !! ***** Foot: https://copperfeastrecords.bandcamp.com/album/foot Red Beard Wall: https://redbeardwall.bandcamp.com/album/3 End You: https://endyou.bandcamp.com Oxblood Forge: https://oxbloodforge.bandcamp.com Doors To No Where: https://doorstonowhere.bandcamp.com/album/darkness-falls Yautja: https://yautja.bandcamp.com Dr. Colossus: https://drcolossustheband.bandcamp.com Peregrino: https://peregrinobanda.bandcamp.com Boss Keloid: https://bosskeloid.bandcamp.com Somnuri: https://somnuri.bandcamp.com Hermit's Weedsom: https://hermitsweedsom.bandcamp.com Mad Chicken: https://mgsvinil.bandcamp.com/album/mad-chicken-chicken-of-the-grave Hot Ram: https://hotram.bandcamp.com ***** http://doomtombpodcast.com *****   ***** Edited by Ian from No Masters Audio: https://www.instagram.com/nomastersaudio/ *****  SPONSORS : *New Sponsor* - Dark Markers www.Darkmarkers.com Use promo code HAILSAGAN for 20% off! ***** Desert Records: https://www.desertrecords.us/artists/ Code: DESERT10 for 10% off when using the website until May 23rd , 2021 https://desertrecords.bandcamp.com https://www.facebook.com/desertrecordslabel https://www.instagram.com/desertrecords/ ***** Glory or Death Records: https://gloryordeathrecords.bigcartel.com https://www.facebook.com/Gloryordeathrecords https://www.instagram.com/gloryordeathrecords/ ***** Cranium Radio(Sundays,6-9 PM EST): https://www.facebook.com/craniumradio The Doom Tomb followed by an episode of the podcast - http://craniumradio.com Listen by way of : https://streema.com https://tunein.com https://live365.com ***** Social Media: https://www.instagram.com/doomtombpodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/doomtombpodcast https://www.tiktok.com/@doomtomb?lang=en https://twitter.com/DoomTombPodcast https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYEaR0imIjYsgw-icbQPyhQ   ***** And even more Social Media: https://www.facebook.com/planetmammoth https://www.instagram.com/planetmammothentertainment/ ***** Other Podcasts to listen to: Jamspace: https://open.spotify.com/show/6j65MRVduK2zMvZV4csPY8 The Fuzzy Underground: https://open.spotify.com/episode/0qLJp5GFOcm5fnClTBNXzS Stoner Witch Radio: https://open.spotify.com/show/6Bz5hDJ999eOMevM0nKiYn Blynd Submyshynnz: https://open.spotify.com/show/6taRWbN3AmyxH1MPI1tm2k Doomed And Stoned: https://open.spotify.com/show/4qr8bGat9yS1nvuM0BbpAx?si=gILEkFDRS7y5pRnc9Zk8vA Volume Forever: https://open.spotify.com/show/7n0nXt86pZaoLGOQFe1YCi?si=-H9rKRWuQ8mf4Rg4dOOF3A ***** Buy Stuff : https://doomtomb.bigcartel.com ***** doomtombpodcast@gmail.com Hit us up! ***** STAY HEAVY !!!!    

This week we watched a bloodbath of an action flick from Indonesia...and hoo boy is it a wild one.  Get your popcorn, because this one's a lot of fun...  Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

Hands down the most "Hollywood" flick we've seen on the podcast to date.  Does it live up to the hype?  ...only if you don't nitpick it, apparently.   Also our longest episode to date.  (Sorry?)Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

This week we watched 2015's Turbo Kid, which is a heck of a watch with a lot of over the top violence and heart...but it's not the perfect movie.  This may be the first movie we've watched where one person loved it, one person hated it, and the other person felt it was somewhere in the middle...Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

We are back yet again to watch the horror movie equivalent of Knives Out.  One of our longest episdes to date, Ready or Not brought a super solid cast and a tight script together for an A+ horror experience with some solid dark comedy peppered in.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

This week we watched a banger.  The Girl with All the Gifts, based on the book by the same name by Mike Carey, directed by Colm McCarthy. This is probably the closest we'll come to watching an Oscar-worthy horror flick on this podcast.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

What happens when an excellent cast and crew meet a subpar script?  You get Grand Piano (2013).  It's not all bad, but it's definitely not all good.  ...we'll explain.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com) 

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No description of this movie can really do it justice, but we try really hard! This week we watch the best horror comedy to be released in years, the wonderful Psycho Goreman!Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

This week the guys get into the Canadian horror comedy Fido. It's a good time, and quite possibly the best all together movie we've seen to date.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

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This week we head to Belgium...or France...or whatever to watch 2014's Cub.  A pretty solid directorial debut for Jonas Govaerts who, otherwise, made some choices with the scipt. Also, don't let your dog listen to this podcast. We'll explain everything...Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

Sorry for the late final episode y'all -- release week is always busy and these shows take time and effort! C overtGoBlue and Arjuna wrap up our epic constructed set review for Kaldheim. All the cards worth talking about, and a few that aren't ;) And BTW, Doomskar will END YOU! THANKS AGAIN to Bottlebrush Games (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxA6​...) for editing this video. These pictures have really transformed set release season for the podcast, so thank you thank thank you

This week we watched a movie that may unfortunately be spawning a Lovecraft-verse, the 2020 remake of Castle Freak. You guys...there's so much to talk about. This is one of those few times where it may be advisable to just listen to the podcast and stay away from the movie.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

Join the fellas for a re-watch of 1997's Event Horizon starring Sam Neill and Laurence Fishburne.   Does it hold up?   No it does not...but it was a fun watch anyway!   Sorry for the crazy long runtime!  Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)    

We present our first annual Christmas special! We talk the 2015 film Krampus...and encounter technical difficulties yet again. Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

The guys are back for a review of Brandon Cronenberg's 2020 debut feature "Possessor". Does Brandon have the chops to live up to his last name? We discuss! Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

In an ironic twist, the machines tricked Dave into choosing a movie that wasn't at all scary and then gave us a handful of technical issues (most magically edited out). We soldiered on anyway with the Netflix Original, "Extinction". Michael Pena & Lizzy Caplan lead a competent cast through a pretty mediocre film. We also wax nostalgic for our teens and early 20s and talk about how we all met and wound up here.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

We made some format changes and watched a really terrible 80s movie! The world looks like it's going to get a little less terrible, and then Trebek dies...but we soldier on with Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-o-rama. We wind up down the surprising rabbit hole that is the voice of "Uncle Impie", Dukey Flyswatter.Intro music "Orb Weaver" courtesy of END YOU (endyou.bandcamp.com)

I still want to know how well the Mario Kart Live cars drive on carpet. 1:05 - Cyberpunk 2077 developer and publisher CD Projekt Red reneges on its promise NOT to crunch its staff 8:14 - Disney blames California that it can't open and not, you know, the viral pandemic that has killed well over 200,000 people in America alone in the past seven months 23:58 - Monster Hunter World Iceborne adds Fatalis, a big, fire-breathing dragon that will END YOU 50:58 - Mario Kart Live: Home Circuit looks like lots of fun for those with a decent amount of disposable income and floor space. Oh, and hardwood floors. 1:05:28 - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate adds Minecraft fighters in its latest update. If you missed Saturday’s live broadcast of Molehill Mountain, you can watch the video replay on YouTube.  Alternatively, you can catch audio versions of the show on iTunes. Molehill Mountain streams live at 7p PST every Saturday night on RandomTower! Credits: Molehill Mountain is hosted by Andrew Eisen.  Music in the show includes “Albino” by Brian Boyko. It is in the public domain and free to use. Molehill Mountain logo by Scott Hepting. Chat Transcript: 7:10 PMmatthew wilson​yup I get why disney layed off those parks stafdf 7:10 PMmatthew wilson​staff 7:12 PMmatthew wilson​thats the upseting part is blaming ca, the laying off stadff was expected 7:14 PMmatthew wilson​also remember their film devision is getting hit supper hard too 7:15 PMmatthew wilson​I meant in terms of revenue disney only has tv/disney+ atm 7:18 PMmatthew wilson​just did the math assuming 40k a year, no benifits included, they were saving 1B, but yeah I get it. asking disney to eat atleast !b a year for how ever long this goes on a bit much 7:19 PMmatthew wilson​even for disney a 10b per year aint sastanable 7:23 PMmatthew wilson​this is lasting atleast another 12 months at this point 7:25 PMKageNekoSamax​btw did i mess i talking about steve in smash? 7:25 PMmatthew wilson​incoming mhw 2 for next gen in 3.2.1. 7:26 PMmatthew wilson​/s 7:26 PMmatthew wilson​though for real I expect it 7:26 PMmatthew wilson​its all but ganenteed we are geting one 7:27 PMmatthew wilson​my guess is 2022, maybe haliday 2021 7:32 PMmatthew wilson​sounds like a nerf 7:32 PMtwistedideas​hey andrew, I picked up the Jem and the Holograms dvd set the other week 7:34 PMaddictedtochaos​Hello all 7:34 PMmatthew wilson​welcome to rpgs 7:34 PMKageNekoSamax​the 64 one? 7:35 PMKageNekoSamax​ohh yeah i remember that, and then the game forces to clear the game in the highest difficulty for the real ending 😆 7:36 PMmatthew wilson​so you failed enrage 7:39 PMKageNekoSamax​Imagine real soldiers trying to protect the world without proper training 7:39 PMS.O. BEAST​i remember that episode of leslie and bob lol. 7:44 PMDr. 20XX​Do you play world online? 7:45 PMmatthew wilson​well duh he is a dragon 7:46 PMmatthew wilson​weird 7:46 PMS.O. BEAST​dragon 7:46 PMtwistedideas​i think it's weak to dying 7:46 PMKageNekoSamax​probably the small ones are too powerful and the heat crosses solid objects 😆 7:48 PMS.O. BEAST​you have to get behind fatalis when he does that attack for a third time. 7:54 PMKageNekoSamax​so the kart drives itself when you're playing? 7:56 PMtwistedideas​I've heard that it drives well on most carpets 7:56 PMtwistedideas​maybe not well or at all on shag carpet or something 7:56 PMS.O. BEAST​i bet it doesnt work on carpet at all. 7:56 PMaddictedtochaos​Apparently it is not recommended for outside use. 7:56 PMSusanne Christ​hello Saturday podcast family!!! 7:56 PMS.O. BEAST​i have carpet 7:57 PMtwistedideas​I've got a combination of carpet, hardwood and tiles 7:57 PMSusanne Christ​I have hardwood floor lol 7:57 PMSusanne Christ​main reason why I bought this house lmao 7:58 PMaddictedtochaos​Could probably handle carpet like you see in offices.

In this episode... This is the fourth part of our series on vetting Chinese suppliers which loosely follows the blog posts in this series that Renaud wrote before. In this episode, we're discussing your subjective impressions when you finally go out to a supplier and visit them (or the questions your factory auditor should be answering if you have sent them in your stead, which is perhaps more likely during the coronavirus pandemic when travel to China isn't possible). So you'll want to use this opportunity to check the facts with your own eyes, and Renaud is going to give you a number of tips about this which are split into three categories: Factory fit  Factory management Factory setup and condition Show notes Introduction - This episode covers a fairly loose list of topics that you need to pay attention to when visiting a supplier. (START to 3:30) Factory fit (3:30 to 15:40) Factory size - Huge suppliers may have a good reputation, but if your orders only make up a fraction of their sales they may not provide you with the best service as you are not a priority, therefore finding a balance is needed. Size is the most important factor to consider when assessing a supplier's fit. (4:25 to 6:16) Seasonality - If your supplier has many customers with the same seasonality (requiring products to be made at the same time), this could lead to delays and for your order being bumped in favour of larger customers. (6:16 to 7:07) Focus - Who is the supplier usually dealing with? Their requirements have an impact on their focus - for example if their number 1 customer generally requires fairly low-quality goods, but you need them to produce goods at a very high quality, then their focus isn't a good fit for your needs. (7:07 to 8:36) Keeping key processes in-house - if one production process is very critical to your products, choose a manufacturer who keeps this in-house instead of subcontracting it. (8:36 to 9:03) The contact person - who will you be working with? If they're not experienced it could cause you trouble later. Don't base buying decisions alone on how effectively the representative communicates, as great suppliers may not always have staff who speak good English. (9:03 to 11:38) Respect for IP - Does the supplier show you a showroom full of different designs? Did they develop all of these products, or are they 'touting' the designs of their current or former clients? If this is the case, how can you be sure that your product design and IP won't be next? (11:38 to 12:25) The pros & cons of working with large or small suppliers - this is related to finding a supplier whose size is a good fit. Large = good resources and facilities, but a possible lack of attention. Small = good access to management, your order will be valued, but they may have poor structure and a lower level of experience, a poorer network for sourcing materials and components, etc. (12: 25 to 15:40) Factory Management (15:40 to 23:00) Are the managers/production supervisors/team leaders present on the factory floor? - why this is important in terms of how well the supplier has control over its production and can make improvements. Do they email instead of verbally communicating with the team? This affects productivity and shows poor leadership. (15:40 to 17:30) Are any metrics displayed? - this demonstrates an overall understanding of the present performance and grasp of where the supplier is at right now. (17:30 to 18:20) Are operators paid the piece or by the hour? - by the piece is a red flag as this pay scheme causes a lot of problems such as operators hurrying to produce quantity without being so concerned about quality. (18:20 to 18:52) Hands-on management who look to improve things are positive - they're likely to be a sustainable supplier over a longer period. (18:52 to 19:45) Management who show an interest in and understanding of finances and profit point to being a sustainable supplier - suppliers who try to make a sensible profit and understand their costs will have a more secure business and be more sustainable over time (19:45 to 23:00) Factory Setup & Condition (23:00 to END) This is what you should be looking for when in the factory: Cleanliness - this reflects on how well the operation is run. (23:00 to 23:51) Are products in contact with the ground? - shows how well your products may be respected, or not. Are electronic parts in contact with non-ESD surfaces or packaging. This demonstrates their culture of quality and how well they'll pay attention to your quality standard. (23:51 to 24:42) How are the operator's toilets? Clean, have soap? - seems strange, but this speaks to the culture of the supplier and whether they're concerned with improving conditions for workers and are a forward-thinking supplier. (24:42 to 25:37) How is the condition of the equipment? - again, this shows how concerned they are with the upkeep and maintenance, as newer or well-cared-for equipment will affect your product quality. (25:37 to 27:50) Is the testing equipment maintained properly? - if the supplier truly pays attention to quality their testing equipment should be well-maintained. If not, are they capable of producing products which reach your expectations on quality? (27:50 to 28:28) Is the owner's car very expensive? - it's normal to see fancy cars in China, but if the factory is relatively shabby and the owner is driving a Rolls Royce this could show that he is trying to suck the maximum cash out of the business and is therefore not necessarily in it for the long run. (28:28 to 29:20) Organized factory layout & operator PPE - the management is serious about organization and safety which is a good sign. Safety goes hand-in-hand with quality and staff improvement. (29:20 to 32:15) Safety and Social Compliance - personal safety is a bigger problem than child labour in countries like China and Vietnam. If your suppliers don't take it seriously, can this reflect badly on your brand were something to happen? (32:15 to 33:12) Management style - how operators are treated and whether they're in fear of management, if they have younger staff who will be faster and more adaptable tells you how dynamic the company is, and is the work broken into very short cycles? If so, it's lazy management with little process-engineering and low efficiency. (33:12 to 35:16) Their in-house capabilities - do they do a lot of the work in-house, or they're just packing boxes? If the latter they may a trading company! (35:16 to 35:45) Check for shipping marks on packages - this will give you an idea of the kinds of customers they work with which can give you an indication of the level of price and quality they usually work with (35:45 to 37:20) Summary - also mentioning how factory auditors can help answer these questions for you and take additional pictures should you choose to send them in instead of visiting yourself (37:20 to END) ***** You will also find this long list of questions to ask useful, as well: 24 questions to ask during a Chinese factory visit.   In parts 1-3 of this series, we've covered what bad suppliers look like, how to verify their legitimacy & suitability with numerous tips and questions, and how and why to assess their engineering capabilities.  Catch up with them here: 7 Ways Suppliers Can Cheat Importers Or Cause Problems Initial Vetting Process & Approaches To Weed Out ‘Bad' Suppliers How To Evaluate Your Supplier's Engineering Capability All these steps take place before the factory visit, which we've covered in this episode.  Get in touch with us Connect with us on LinkedIn Send us a tweet @sofeast Prefer Facebook? Check us out on FB Contact us via Sofeast's contact page Get even more great content or assistance with your own project Visit our website at Sofeast.com  Subscribe to our YouTube channel

This week, we show you a bit behind the scenes, when we recorded this we planned on interview with Alex Gallimore, but it turned to us just talking about comic books.  Batman Day [1:00 - 6:00] What are we reading (FULL SPOILERS for the titles listed below) Gideon Falls [6:00 - Loki [12:00 - King Thor [14:00 - Absolute Carnage [16:00 - Flash Forward [22:00 - Talking creators [28:00 - FULL SPOILER for all House of X/Powers of X Released as of 09.22.2019 HOXPOX [38:00 - 1:00:00] Recommendations [1:00:00 -End] You can find Alex Gallimore HERE SUBSCRIBE, RATE and REVIEW!  thank you!  Follow us on twitter @nextissuepod Twitch.TV/NextIssue and Facebook  Clay: @Clay_Harrison Kyle: @Kylepedia Adrian: @Adrian_Harry Daniel: @eckospider Josh: @cosmosis

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Here’s what Peter and Jay have for you this time (all time locations are without the opening ad): The Trade, Boss! The Trade!: (00:00 - 15:10) Matt Duchene was finally freed from Colorado. We take a look at the trade and how it affects each team. Story Time! : (15:10 - 33:45) We talk about current NHL storylines. What’s wrong with the Oilers? Boyle scores. And another installment of “George McPhee is Bad at his Job” Interview: (33:45- 1:04:05) We talk to Scott Matla from Habs Eyes on the Prize. We talk Price, Drouin, Bergevin, and what you should do to be a good hockey parent (or older sibling). Abducted!: (1:04:05 - End) You’ll have to hear it to believe it. Then we close with our standard Doc Emerick verb of the episode.   You can listen via the embedded player above or download directly from our Blogtalk Radio page Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Here’s what Peter and Jay have for you this time: NHL Declaration of Principles: (00:00 - 26:57) The NHL released eight principles. We talk about why this is a bit strange, and how to make them better. Parros Joins DoPS: (26:57 - 41:55) George Parros joins the Department of Player Safety. Good idea or bad idea? Interview: (41:55 - 1:15:00) Kate Frese (@KateFresePhoto) joins us to talk about what it’s like to be a photographer, about photographing NHL games, and a little about David Lynch. Rule Changes: (1:15:00 - 1:26:20) The NHL made two small rule changes. Puck Tales: (1:26:20 - End) You may think you know the reason Teemu Selanne was able to break the NHL rookie scoring record, but Jay will set you straight.   You can listen via the embedded player above or download directly from our Blogtalk Radio page. You can also search for Winging it in Motown on iTunes or Google Play. Our podcast is on the same feed as WiiM Radio.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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What: Now that I have the why what do I do with it? Communications. Please define for us in this context? * Guides the course of what we'll do this program. Layout for us a simple communications plan? * Segmented audiences by role and disposition. * Must iterate assessment and communications over the project. * Repetition matters. 7 times over 3 mediums * What message are we sending? What format does it take? Audience to receive? When? Do we learn and adapt the communications as we go? * Communication plans adapt from building awareness in the beginning to taking action at the end. * Beginning: You need to know what's up. * End: You need to take action. * Peaks and valleys of a project will address changing conditions of the program. Who does this typically play out in a real project? (We’ll save that for next time)

Playlist : 2 Thousand _ Fire 1999 ::: Mabel _ Disco Disco 1999 ::: Cabballero _ Hymn 1994 ::: Storm _ Storm 1998 ::: Bobby Flexter _ Profondo rosso 1996 ::: Gigi DAg _ Bla Bla Bla 1999 ::: SM Trax _ Got the groove 1998 ::: Molella _ XS 1995 ::: Erika _ Ditto 2002 ::: The End _ You drive me wild 1991 ::: Cappella _ U and me 1994 ::: Soundlovers _ We wanna party 2002

Playlist : 2 Thousand _ Fire 1999 ::: Mabel _ Disco Disco 1999 ::: Cabballero _ Hymn 1994 ::: Storm _ Storm 1998 ::: Bobby Flexter _ Profondo rosso 1996 ::: Gigi DAg _ Bla Bla Bla 1999 ::: SM Trax _ Got the groove 1998 ::: Molella _ XS 1995 ::: Erika _ Ditto 2002 ::: The End _ You drive me wild 1991 ::: Cappella _ U and me 1994 ::: Soundlovers _ We wanna party 2002

You’ve been waiting for it ;-) The music video for “My Giant Robot is Going to End You”.

I’ve been writing one song a week so far for 15 weeks now. How has it been? So far, so good! I have been steadily growing in hits on the website and developing friends from far away in the process.