Podcasts about Fetid

20 Buck Spin unleashes the eponymous debut LP from Austin, Texas-based death metal quartet Corpus Offal, and it's a game-changer! Born from the ashes of the legendary Cerebral Rot, Corpus Offal features guitarist/vocalist Ian Schwab and guitarist Clyle Lindstrom, joined by bassist Jason Sachs and drummer Jesse Shreibman. This album is a sonic autopsy of death metal, gore, and deathgrind, with low-tuned grooves and discordant leads that will leave you disoriented and craving more! With a production by the legendary Billy Anderson, Corpus Offal's debut is a masterpiece that will appeal to fans of Fetid, Disgorge, Cenotaph, Goatlord, Undergang, and Cianide. Don't miss this opportunity to experience the most merciless and perversely invigorating music of the year! Release Date: March 21, 2025 Get ready to enter the sonic slaughterhouse! #CorpusOffal #DeathMetal #20BuckSpin #CerebralRot #NewRelease #MetalheadsUnite Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join Neil G, Marie S, David L and Jose L as they delve into all the spoilerly details of #severance S2 EP 2 and theorise on what is up with the Pineapples? Explain what a Fetid Moppet is and so much more... #appletv #severance

"The Brain of Morbius" Production 4K January 3-24, 1976   The Time Lords send the Doctor on a mission to the planet Karn to determine if the renegade Time Lord Morbius is still alive.   Podcaster John S. Drew and writer/editor Jim Beard join forces once again to become the masters of time and space as they watch and review every single episode of the Classic Doctor Who series. In this episode, they discuss the ramifications of the Time Lord wrestling match, the design of Morbius' new body, and the wonders of the Sisterhood of Karn.   Please make sure you are subscribed to our podcast via any of the major popular podcasting apps. You can write and comment or ask questions of us via email at thedoctorsbeardpodcast@gmail.com or by joining our Facebook community.   Join our Patreon community where your sponsorship earns you early access to new episodes as well as exclusive content. Click on the link here to take you to the Patreon page.

The Lady has arrived (not Fi, although she is back) and Jane is rather enamoured with it. They also chat Jane's cardboard cut-outs, common people and hotel rooms in Malta... Plus, Errol Musk, father of Elon Musk, shares his politics views and discusses his son with Fi. Our next book club pick has been announced! 'The Trouble with Goats and Sheep' by Joanna Cannon. If you want to contact the show to ask a question and get involved in the conversation then please email us: janeandfi@times.radioFollow us on Instagram! @janeandfiPodcast Producer: Eve SalusburyExecutive Producer: Rosie Cutler Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

La humildad por bandera, la vida en el campo, nihilismo, agujeros negros, experiencias paranormales, dogmas religiosos, polarización política, bizarradas varias, Manowarismo... Son sólo algunos de los tópicos que conversamos con VOM PÄX, vocalista y alma de los inevitables BARBARIANS SWORDS, quienes vuelven a desgarrar el planeta con un 'Fetid' que los deja atornillados en lo más alto de la escena española contemporánea. DONACIONES: BINANCE: capitanhype666@gmail.com TAMBIÉN ESTAMOS EN SPOTIFY, IVOOX y todo eso. Nuestros mejores (o peores) momentos, en TIKTOK: @saunadelype

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Show Notes Provided By Joe Peluso   Muck encrusted mire! Fetid brackish waters swirling in putrid pools of pestilence! Misshapen monstrosities meandering menacingly through gnarled foliage and slithering creatures! The incessant chittering of avians in the cloying blackness. Who would dare enter such a world? And even more unbelievably, who makes such a horrific realm their home? If it's The Bronze Age of Comics, and DC has tasked Len Wein and Bernis Wrightson to scare the bejabers out of their audience, then the master of this macabre manor of the bayou is THE SWAMP THING!      Join your hosts James and Joe for another segment of The Comics Corner. The guys leap from their fan boat to the relative safety of the muddy shore and dive (Oops, poor choice of words!) into the early issues of one of the great horror comics of the early 1970s. Monsters, mutants, werewolves, and witches (and even a Bat-Man) encounter a shambling "man-monster" who seeks his (its?) lost humanity.      Two young creators begin their journey to legendary status with tales of horror, adventure, and pathos that would leave comic readers breathless. Thanks to Len and Bernie, Swamp Thing set the comic book world on its ear back in the day!      This episode was long overdue. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did.       P.S. If you stick around to the end, you will discover why The Swamp Thing is playing third base in Joe's twisted headcanon. "What? We're not discussing horror?"

It's Q&A time! We're back, answering YOUR burning questions! If your long distance relationship is at a standstill because he doesn't have a passport, how long is too long to wait? If you and a friend are each passionate about vastly different beliefs, has the friendship run its course? What to do when "Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind" isn't an option? And finally, Shandy gives a backup plan for a particularly amusing fetish. Come join us in our living room for the Shandy take!Thanks to our sponsors!- Head to https://www.factormeals.com/SHANDY50 and use code SHANDY50 to get 50% off your first box!- Go to https://www.squarespace.com/SHANDY and use code SHANDY for 10% off your first website or domain!- Go to https://www.apostrophe.com/SHANDY and use our code SHANDY to get your first visit for only five dollars!- Go to https://www.zocdoc.com/SHANDY and download the ZocDoc app for FREE!Time Stamps:0:00 - Q1: How Can “Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind” Work When We WORK Together??10:10 - Q2: He's My First And The Sex Is Uncomfortable—Any Guidance?27:31 - Q3: My Long Distance Relationship Is At A Standstill Because He Doesn't Have A Passport—How Long Is Too Long To Wait?37:03 - Q4: My Friend And I Have Differing Beliefs—Is It Against My Values To Stay Friends With Her?46:27 - Q5: My Friend Keeps Sending Unwelcome Messages To My Wife—Should I Say Something?1:01:00 - Q6: Do I Have A Right To Be Annoyed That My Friends Don't Attend My Performances?0:00 - Q1: How Can “Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind” Work When We WORK Together??10:10 - Q2: He's My First But The Sex Isn't Good—Any Guidance?27:31 - Q3: My Long Distance Relationship Is At A Standstill Because He Doesn't Have A Passport To Visit Me—How Long Is Too Long To Wait?37:03 - Q4: My Friend And I Have Differing Beliefs—Is It Against My Values To Stay Friends With Her?46:27 - Q5: My Friend Keeps Sending Unwelcome Messages To My Wife—Should I Say Something?1:01:00 - Q6: Do I Have A Right To Be Annoyed That My Friends Don't Attend My Performances?1:10:14 - Q7: My Husband Is Perfect But His Fetish Makes Me Squirm—Help!If you have a relationship question, write us at: dearshandy@gmail.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/dear-shandy/donationsSubscribe and watch the episodes on YouTube! https://bit.ly/SubscribeDearShandyFollow us!Dear Shandy - https://www.instagram.com/dearshandySharleen Joynt - https://www.instagram.com/sharleenjoyntAndy Levine - https://www.instagram.com/machinelevinePrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacySupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/dear-shandy/donationsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

This week Jen tells us the survival story of Deborah Scaling Kiley and Brad Cavanagh! Batten down the hatches and sit tight for this lost at sea tale! Organization to Support: The Pelorus Foundation www.pelorusfoundation.org The Pelorus Foundation is addressing the unique opportunity to pair marine scientists and conservation experts with private yachts to conduct vital research. If you are a yacht-owner, work on board or know scientists with a prospective project, please contact us by emailing support@pelorusfoundation.com. References: https://explorersweb.com/great-survival-stories-shipwreck-sharks-and-deborah-kiley/ https://www.bostonmagazine.com/news/lost-at-sea/ https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/646229/what-actually-happens-if-you-drink-saltwater#:~:text=Guzzling%20saltwater%20would%20cause%20a,in%20a%20sea%20survival%20situation.%E2%80%9D https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deborah_Scaling_Kiley https://www.wrecksite.eu/wreck.aspx?306743 https://www.newsweek.com/we-just-hear-this-shrill-scream-then-it-was-over-sharks-1760348 https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/9671851/shark-week-attack-survivor-ate-friends/ https://www.mirror.co.uk/tv/i-watched-sharks-eat-friends-24531975

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If you are in an elevator with a Werewolf, please try and hold in those farts.  Or this may happen.The Werewolf's Story Book.  Link below.https://amzn.to/3eftjPaFacebook Grouphttps://www.facebook.com/groups/werewolfthepodcast/Twitter thingyhttps://twitter.com/AWerewolfsStorySupport the show

The bandits dispatched (or were they? I don't know, everything is weirdly complicated for some reason), it's time to get back on the way home. It wouldn't be these bizarre lands if there wasn't something incredibly strange to find almost immediately. What even if normal anymore?Larkspur has been played by Jen Vaughn, who can be found on twitter @thejenya, and who's work can be found on hauntedvaultstudios.comYesena is played by Barbara Perez Marquez, who can be found online @mustachebabs. Check out her work via mustachebabs.comClive is played by Paul Harpring, who can be found online @paul_harpringMatt is around online just about everywhere @kintarotpcThe podcast can be followed @thecrowdex and the website is crowscodex.comMusic for this podcast is by Kevin MacLeod, who's works can be found at incompetech.filmmusic.ioThe tracks used in this episode is:Long Road Ahead B by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/3995-long-road-ahead-bLicense: https://filmmusic.io/standard-licenseTemple of the Manes by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4468-temple-of-the-manesLicense: https://filmmusic.io/standard-licenseThe world and Non-Player-Characters are mine. Information about the Ryuutama game system can be found via http://kotohi.com/ryuutama

Our fifth compilation features a litany of reasons why your summer is going to eat a biggie. But nobody likes a swelter-spoiler, so dig those mangled earbuds out of your sweat-stained tricot-mesh swimsuit pocket, tune into these seven hilarious sketches, and sink your flip-flops into the bubbling Trader Joe's parking lot until you stick and the asphalt oozes between your toes. Your screams will be interspersed with laughs for an entirely new auditory experience. 

Alexander from Undeath sits down to talk about the bands newest record "It's Time..To Rise." We talk about the longevity of a touring musician playing heavy music, and what it takes to sustain a serious performance even after 25 tour dates in a row. Get ready. ************ The dead walk again! New York-based Undeath have returned from their mutilated tomb to horrify and dominate death metal's insatiable masses once again. Their blessedly sick new album, It's Time... To Rise from the Grave, shows the reconfigured quintet - Kyle Beam (guitars), Alexander Jones (vocals), Tommy Wall (bass), Jared Welch (guitars) and Matt Browning (drums) - have retained their mind-infecting sonic savagery but weren't satisfied in their pursuit to improve it through wicked (yet studied) reformulation. Certainly, Undeath's 2021 Decibel flexi, Diemented Dissection, paved the way, but it's tracks like “Fiend for Corpses,” “Rise from the Grave,” and “The Funeral Within” that display Undeath's terrifyingly insane trajectory. It's Time... To Rise from the Grave isn't just an early contender for death metal album of 2022 - it's destined to be a modern-day classic. Undeath formed in Rochester, New York in 2018, and eager to show their devotion (and chops) to the elder death metal gods, original trio - Beam, Jones, and Browning - charted a course out of the proverbial cemetery the following year with their first offering Demo ‘19. The same year, the ever-quick songwriters dropped their second demo, Sentient Autolysis, in conjunction with Tampa-based indie Caligari Records. Word spread quickly that Undeath were rolling out of the Empire State strong, much like their forefathers in Cannibal Corpse, Immolation, and Mortician infamously had decades earlier. Stoked on Undeath's bludgeoning yet song-first creativity, Los Angeles-based Prosthetic Records inked the New Yorkers in 2019. The group's debut album, Lesions of a Different Kind, pyosisified fans and ossified critics mere months later. Pitchfork complimented Lesions of a Different Kind by saying it was “vicious and nauseating,” while Bandcamp were caught up in the album's “catchy, hard-hitting” songs. Clearly, Undeath's tightly-wrought, skull-crushing death metal had struck a chord. “We are all excited about making music,” Jones says. “We're stoked to be writing together. That's why when we write, we do it early and often. We're all students of Autopsy, Morbid Angel, Cannibal Corpse, and Bolt Thrower, to name a few. These bands are our north star. We love the way they approached their songwriting - it was always very hooky. We love classic, essential death metal, but we're also into the more recent stuff, too. Bands like Fetid and Cerebral Rot. We sit in the middle ground, I think. We take inspiration from the past, the present, and make it our own. We want to serve the genre we love so much.” Musically, It's Time... To Rise from the Grave was predominantly written by Beam, with bassist Tommy Wall contributing “Bone Wrought.” Astute listeners will hear vestiges of Morbid Angel, Carcass, Cannibal Corpse and more throughout. This isn't appropriation though. This is homage. Undeath are resurrecting, re-arranging, and reanimating the aesthetics of death metal's formative years, suffusing it with a contemporary take on memorability and efficiency. Tracks like “Defiled Again,” “Necrobionics,” “Head Splattered in Seven Ways,” and “Human Chandelier” are quick to kill. Guitarists Beam and Welch waste no time in establishing the knife's edge, while drummer Browning and bassist Wall hammer-smash faces with brutal proficiency. Beam's carnage-prone lyrics - as ferociously vociferated by front-man Jones - and Matt Browning's gruesome cover art provide a profane platform from which Undeath launch. Every short-timed burst of song - they average three and a half minutes - from It's Time... To Rise from the Grave is a tried and true deathly delight....

An enormous ooze demon, a bringer of doom, Attempting to devour this gigantic mushroom The silence breaks, the tale continues... The party travel to the foot of the gigantic mushroom to see for themselves what is actually going on...  The Cast: Dragon as "T'riss Nitra" (a drow) Freya as "Nal" (a half orc/half elf) Shiraz as "Ishidoro" (a dragonborn) Susie Q as "Thirteen" (a goblin) Tauno as "Rasthikos Thyreon" (a human) Wednesday Le Fey as "Desolation" aka. "Layla" (a tiefling)  And Nikoli as your Storyteller. Where can I find more from the cast? You can hear more from Wednesday as part of the Dum Dum Die Cast at: @DumDumDie Shiraz can be found on Twitter & IG as @DiceDeedsArt Find more from Dragon & Nikoli right here @PenanceRPG Interested in the DM and world building notes? Unlock the bonus "Abyssal Archive" podcast through our Patreon   Learn more at Penancerpg.com Support us on Ko fi and Patreon Come talk with us on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram Visit our Teespring store Listen on Google Play, Spotify, Libsyn, Stitcher, Youtube, Podchaser, Podcast Addict DnDiceUK & Gemhammer & Sons - Use "Penancerpg" at checkout for 10% off your order

Kitty Olsen, aka The Odd Cat Lady, provides the "tails" for Otis tonight as he offers yet another sleepless night. In the first, a detective's search for a missing teenager leads to a big top with even darker mysteries behind its curtains. In the second, a near death experience leads to a vision of the afterlife where luck is everything. To watch the podcast on YouTube: http://bit.ly/ChillingEntertainmentYT Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening or by using this link: http://bit.ly/ScaryStoriesPodcast If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: http://bit.ly/ScaryStoriesPodcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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A letter writer reminisces about his strange childhood pet. Conway explores the guts of an abandoned mall and finds someone he wasn't looking for. Wren gets chewed out for something they can't control. (CWs: body horror, brief mention of violence and death, alcohol, dead animal, whispering, some strong language) TRANSCRIPT: Hello, this is Wren, claims adjuster for the Dead Letter Office of *******, Ohio. The following audio recording will serve as evidence for Conway's case. Public release of this or any other evidence is strictly prohibited. Some names and facts have been censored for the protection of the office.  As we've previously established, forward and backward are not necessarily stable concepts. So let's begin today by looking at the next letter in Conway's backlog, which may give me insight into what happened to him. Dead letter 14417, a long note written on several folded pieces of printer paper, sent by a Stephen ***** to his mother in late 2016. The letter reads as follows.  NARRATOR STEPHEN: Hey mom. Did I ever have a pet growing up? I know dad never wanted one and then Dave was allergic. It's getting harder to remember if this actually happened or if it's a vivid dream that's stuck with me through the years. Before high school hit me like a semi truck, you'd let me bike up to the arcade at the Deerland Mall on the weekends.  LOUDSPEAKER: “WELCOME TO THE DEERLAND MALL, YOU'LL GO BUCK WILD FOR THESE DEALS! Our store hours are: 9am to 7pm” *slowly fades out* NARRATOR: I remember the huge globe of stale gumballs loitering in the foyer. I'd chew on them even though I knew they were rock hard and would probably cut my gums up. Sorry about the quarters missing from your purse. Then I'd stop by the candy store and get a big bag of sweaty gummies that had been sitting in the foggy display case for god knows how long and a tall cherry coke from the concession stand.  The light gun shooters and fighting game cabinets there were cool enough, but my favorite was the racing game. It had a whole mock driver's seat that moved side to side as you steered. It was also more expensive to play than the others, so I'm sorry about the missing dollar bills. Whatever change I had leftover after a few laps of hairpin turns went into the vending machine full of capsule toys. Since I couldn't get a dog, I was desperate for one of those new Tamagotchi toys. But where was I gonna get a whole twenty dollars? Coincidentally, the top prize advertised on the machine was a bright blue Tamagotchi. I was old enough to know there was probably only one in there, if any at all. I knew I'd probably end up spending more than twenty dollars trying to get it, yet here I was pouring money down the slot anyway instead of saving it up to buy one. On a particular lazy afternoon, the arcade was empty: not too uncommon for a summer weekday. I put two quarters in the slot on the capsule machine, twisted the tough old crank, and out dropped a peculiar toy. The capsule itself was identical to the others: a translucent plastic casing, a bubble with a colorful top that popped off. Almost like an acorn fallen from a petroleum tree. But what was inside the case gave me pause then, and still makes me uneasy today. I cracked it open under the flickering lights of the arcade. Inside wasn't a Tamagotchi, but rather an egg: bigger than a robin's egg but about the same color with a few white spots, and surprisingly heavy for a toy its size. What's a thirteen-year-old boy want with a plastic egg? Waste of 50 cents, I thought. I put it in its case and set it on top of the claw machine so I could go play a game about shooting aliens in area 51. I was winding down a blocky corridor when I heard something behind me. I had thought I was the only one in there. I froze, and a bead of prickly sweat rolled down my neck. I turned my head to the entrance of the arcade. Nobody there. I scanned the stained carpet for anything out of place. Spilled on the ground near the rusty change machine was the capsule I'd just won, split up as a cracked egg. The toy that was inside sat upright among the wreckage. I took a step closer, still gripping the orange gun tethered to the cabinet. The egg on the ground shook. A tiny wobble. I shut my eyes hard for a few seconds, inducing those familiar mental fireworks, then looked again. Another teeter. I pointed the light gun at it and fired. Kid logic would state that if this toy came to life, it could similarly be brought down by a toy gun. By then my connection to kid logic was hanging on by a single synapse, constantly threatening to disappear from my thought patterns forever, on the precipice of the bigger, darker realizations that the adult world foists upon the unsuspecting teen. Well, sometimes kid logic doesn't hold up to real world testing anyway. But now this blue egg had my interest: it was a curiosity, an oddity, and nothing sparks the young imagination quite like oddity. I picked it up gingerly and put it under my baseball cap. Under the blinding sun outside I hopped on my bike and rode home. Back at the house, I breezed past you and Dave without a word and stomped up the stairs. Looking at my prize in the familiar light of my room, it didn't seem to be moving at all. Once again in the mundane, away from the caffeine surges and sugar crashes and flashing numbers, it was just a plastic egg. Maybe it had actually moved, or maybe I just really hoped it would. I set it on my bedside table and forgot about it for the rest of the day. I woke up in the middle of the night to something scurrying around my room. I didn't see it at first. Too dark, too small, too quick. I only heard the chattering and scuffling. I stood up on the bed and surveyed my room. There was something moving in the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I crept over to the clothes and peered into the moving sleeve of my sweater. Inside was a tiny, fleshy thing. No bigger than the palm of my hand, barely more than a tan blob with black eyes and a wide mouth. It had glommed onto a green army man I used to play with all the time, some years ago forgotten in the halting dust of my adolescent closet. It was gnawing on the soldier's helmet, content with its prey. I reached in to gently pull the toy away, but it was hanging on with thin, fingerless limbs. Under its round body were small nubs planted firmly to the floor. When I managed to wrestle the toy away, it let out an odd chirp, like a strained baby bird. The little guy was probably hungry. If it sounded like a bird and came from an egg like a bird, maybe it would eat like a bird. So I gathered some seeds and nuts from the pantry and scattered them in front of it. The thing poked around a bit with its probing mouth, but it didn't seem that interested. Then it hit me: momma birds chew up the food for them when they're young. I mashed a handful of peanuts around in my mouth and leaned over the blob to spit. I'll tell you it didn't go well. I tiptoed to the darkened kitchen for some paper towels to clean the thing off. When I returned to the pile of dirty laundry, the creature had found another favorite childhood possession: a blue gameboy game. I'd spent dozens of hours playing it to collect all the monsters, but I hadn't touched in a while. The creature had the corner of the plastic cartridge in its mouth. I figured it probably couldn't do much to damage the game, seeing as it didn't have any teeth, so I let it gum on for while. Big mistake. It closed its mouth around the cartridge, and I heard a muffled snap. It set down the game, the corner roughly broken off and missing. The creature swallowed the chunk and chittered with joy. Arcade bird eats arcade games. Made sense at the time. I brought it another game, a game I wouldn't mind losing. The tiny blob ignored it and wandered over to my binder full of baseball cards. It ducked its head under the cover and started nibbling on the corner of my Ken Griffey Jr rookie card. I rushed over and pulled it away. Never have I been more thankful for a thin plastic sleeve. So what did this thing want if not games? Well, after an hour or so of testing its palette, I had some promising results. My favorite gameboy game? Yes. My pillowcase? No. Baseball card? Yes. The small tv in my room? No. My lucky hat? Yes.  I slowly put together over that early morning that this creature only wanted to eat things I had an attachment to. It could sense my emotional connection to certain objects, and sought those out. I let it finish the game cartridge it had started eating since it was functionally useless now anyway. It seemed satisfied, and passed out in the laundry basket. A few days went by. The creature wasn't just a blob anymore: it had a bigger torso, longer front limbs, and extended legs. It looked more animal now and less like a ball of skin. I started calling it Creech, short for creature. Real original, right? Hey, I was thirteen, cut me some slack.  You remember the “imaginary friend” I would hang out with? That was Creech. We grew together for a time, though it much faster than me. It got taller, longer. Its head rounded out. Creech started standing mostly upright and used its fingerless arms to manipulate objects and simple tools. It would respond to my calls, and chatter back in a manner a parrot newly learning to speak might. As its body grew, so did its hunger. There were only so many old toys and games around my room that it would eat, and only a few left that I was willing to part with. I couldn't buy it food or sneak scraps from the kitchen, it wouldn't touch them. Lucky for us, late summer is garage sale season around here. So every muggy August morning, Creech and I hopped on my bike, the little guy barely concealed under my yellowing cap, and rode the neighborhoods searching for pieces of other people's pasts. Yeah, you guessed it: sorry for the missing 20s. A faded picture of a deceased husband. A ratty teddy bear from a relationship gone stale. Worn kid's shoes. These things seemed to have an aura, some weight to them that Creech could sense, and it pointed me to the most potent objects: dated comics, grimy games, scratched records, vessels for fond memories ready to be consumed again.  We played together in the park, had pizza in the mall food court, won rigged games at the county fair. Creech was my secret pet, my friend. We spent the whole hot summer together, enjoying my last long days before high school started. While Creech consumed these bittersweet artifacts that boiling summer, it started looking distinctly more humanoid. It grew rudimentary fingers, long toes. Creech stayed pretty hairless, and its eyes still stared endlessly, round and black. Its long mouth hung open, and took up the lower half of its face, sans nose. It was cute, in the way a pug's cute. As the last days of August crawled sweatily on, Creech needed more to feed on, stronger emotions, objects loaded with more joy, or more pain. And it was almost up to my knee by then. I felt the scratching of a bad idea at the back of my mind. An echo deep within a cave, or a fuzzy radio signal you can almost make out if you tune it right. A violent movie you can nearly see through the garbled static of a channel you're not supposed to get. I looked at that screen for a moment, anxious but deeply curious. Could it feed on more than old toys and trinkets people used to love? Could it feed on a connection a little more...potent? Something a little more...living? But that signal was too garbled, too big for my mind at the time.  As the season's credits started to roll, I reflected on my own past, on the people and things I used to care about so deeply. Why did I shove my stuffed animals in the closet? Why couldn't I feel the same way watching Power Rangers that I used to? Somewhere deep inside, I felt my first blustery wave of nostalgia. I was about to transition to high school, another unskippable cutscene, another click up the rollercoaster, leading to the inevitable drop into adulthood. Into game over. I wanted to get off, to stop for a minute and really take in what I had--what I was--before then, but I was already past the platform. No getting off now, no slowing down. When you're young, every moment is always ahead of you: the myriad loves, disappointments, triumphs, and failures are further up the track. It's not until something's behind you that you can anticipate how sweet it was, and how sweet it must stay. Or maybe that's how I see it now that I'm old, my perception of time stretching out and compressing. So many things I'll never get back. How sweet it all seems now.  Mom, if I told you about Creech, I knew I'd be grounded, but I couldn't keep feeding it alone. I didn't see my teachers during summer break, and I thought the cops might kill it, or take it in for military study if I showed them. I couldn't keep hiding it and hoping no one would get suspicious of a 13 year old boy constantly rifling through antique shops. It wasn't fair to either of us. It was time to let go. So Creech happily climbed into my backpack that simmering day like any other, one leg at a time, hungry and eager. It barely fit in there by then, even curled up, and it was getting heavy to carry around. We peddled out of town for a while, way out past where the asphalt veins break down into gravel arteries that wind around brutalist cornstalk ribs. Into the limitless moony analog heartland. Past where Old Lady Carruthers fed the stray cats that howled at her window every morning. Where the Baldridge brothers--who grew up good christian boys like their small town bigshot daddy--beat a guy half to death on Cottonwood Road cause he looked a bit funny. They ended up at Case Western. Where the adults turned to stone and the kids either left or drank and drank until their guts fell out and they fossilized too, because what else is there to do when the horizon ahead of you is so damn flat. Where I'd learned how to swim when I was 6, had my first real crush at 12, crashed my car into a pole at 17, left for a better life at 24 and came back at 30. Out where Creech had no clue that after today, we wouldn't see each other again for 16 years.  We crossed Holcomb road and slowed beside the gray picket trees. I figured it'd be safe out here, no predators and plenty of space to roam and get big. I opened the backpack and let Creech out in the tall grass. It looked at me, then around at the rising branches and leaves. It hadn't been this far out of town before, probably had no idea that trees got this tall or this plenty.  I pointed into the still gloamy woods, streaks of bloody sunset banding across our faces. “Go on, bud. I can't take care of you anymore.” Creech simply stared at me. It saw the tears welling in my eyes, but didn't know what they meant. “Go!” It winced, and said what was almost name, in the best way that its toothless mouth could. Sparse clouds painted contusions overhead in thick pink blocks. I wanted to stay here with it forever, to remember this for all time. I wanted to carve my initials into the support beam. But if I stayed much longer, I'd never leave, and we might get spotted. I pulled my hat low against the burning punctured yolk of sun dripping yellow across the field. I straddled my bike and sped off in a cloud of dusty stone, leaving Creech alone and unmoored in Holcomb Woods. Mom, I have to confess something. I'm not just writing to check up on you or jaw on endlessly about my childhood. See Creech came back today. I saw it out behind the Green's house, eyeing their precious terrier through the screen door. Then it saw me. Creech got big. Real big. It looks different from before, too. When it was treated well and eating our stuff, it started looking like us: human. But its eyes are harder, its posture more hunched and bestial.  I had hoped that writing this out would imbue the letter with enough feeling to pack a real punch for it. But Creech isn't buying it. Creech wants something more. Now that I'm done, I'm actually having a hard time remembering what I wrote. Guess I wore myself out getting flowery near the end, huh. Seeing Creech brought up so many memories, but it's hard to think. What was I saying? Well anyway, I've got a last ditch, hail mary idea. Something that might have enough ambient nostalgia to sate it: the Deerland Mall. With its shuttered storefronts, empty theaters, and abandoned junk, there ought to be enough memory impressions and lingering ghosts of the past for it to stay full for years. Now it's hungry, mom. Real hungry. I don't think it'll hurt me, it remembers me. But I'm not sure it'll have the same courtesy for others. That reminds me... Wait. What was I thinking of? Keeps happening today. Brain zaps. I'm remembering something then Creech is there and it's gone. Ah, nevermind.  All my love, Stephen   WREN: While I can't intuit a direct line from the content of this letter to Conway's disappearance, I have to wonder if the theme of this story is relevant here. A thing once fondly recalled has been twisted and offered for consumption. Something dark within revealed. I believe I have some insight into Conway's headspace the day he left. He was remembering something. But memory can be treacherous. If you bring the wrong thing back from the past, you can alter your life forever. I suppose we'll keep this letter in our vault for the time be-- *old phone rings* WREN: Oh.  *Wren answers the phone* WREN: H-hello?  *Static on the other line*  WREN: Is anyone there? *whispered* Conway?  *phone hangs up* WREN: I guess it was a wrong number.   CONWAY:  I arrived at the dilapidated shopping center thirsty and weary. Lettering on the facade indicated that this was the Deerland Mall, though most of the letters in Deerland had been busted or stolen by wayward youth, leaving only “the D E A D Mall.” The glass doors were rusty at the hinges, covered in reaching fingers of ivy. The signs plastered to the glass had been bleached almost white by the sun. About as good a natural “do not enter here” signal as it gets. The doors weren't locked but they did take a bit of doing to open. The place wasn't in much better shape on the inside either. Most of the lights overhead were burnt out. The foyer--or is it foy-ay?--was gently illuminated by some waning daylight peeking in through the glass ceiling. Something crackled over the speakers. *Mall greeting from earlier plays, but glitched out* CONWAY: A huge gumball machine sat in the center of the open area, still half full of candy. The treats had lost a lot of their luster, but to their credit they still looked edible. Lord knows what chemicals made that possible. In front of the machine was a coin operated carousel of shabby horses. The steed in front had an anguished look on its face, you know the kind of wild expression horses get sometimes, where their lips curl up in a grimace. It's gaze was aimed backward, desperately trying to look behind it. As if it was being...pursued. I poked my head around and looked at the other horses on the ride; all of them were similarly horrified by something behind them. But they went in a circle. So. Huh.  A sign on the coin repository read: “Money changer in the game room.” Below that someone had crudely written in sharpie “game changer in the money room.” Okay, Banksy, calm down. Beyond this pale circle of light near the entrance, the abandoned corridors were pitch black besides an occasional flicker from whatever animating force remained in the few viable bulbs.  I fished out my phone. No reception, but I could at least use its flashlight and maybe see where I was going. I pulled the map out of my back pocket and shone my phone's light on its faded surface. Down the central strut, past an arcade and a shuttered JC Penny was the mall security office. I hoped there'd be some tools there to get this briefcase off my wrist, and if nothing else it was a decent place to hole up for the night. I led with the LED light and crept down the dark, damp corridor. The tiles overhead were blackened in large circles with water damage and mold. No doubt loaded with enough asbestos to shred my lungs just by looking at ‘em. You'll go buck wild for these deals, indeed.  I walked by a play place on my left that blinked with dim light. “Come play in Bucky's World” the dingy sign said in three different fonts. A reeking odor from the place gut punched me and halted my breath. Fetid water stood covering the cheap linoleum flooring, and grime oozed up the legs of kid's chairs and slides. The stars and stripes dangled limply in the stillness of the scene. Salty choking stench spilled from the playroom as flies buzzed around a deer's head decomposing in the middle of the puddle. Come play.  Being in this place called to mind my own, very different experiences of my local mall. Went almost every weekend to see movies with friends once I was old enough to drive. But unless you were looking for dated clothes or illegal firearms and shady sports memorabilia, there wasn't much there anymore. I can still remember the smell, though. The way voices echoed off the high ceilings. The scratchy fabric of the theater seats. The gaudy carpeting, somehow always sticky with something. My first kiss in the parking lot after a matinee. It was all flooding back at once, stronger than usual, one image, one scent connecting to another. Packs of japanese pokemon cards, uncomfortable slacks, greasy pepperoni pizza. These vivid memories here cracked open and rotting like a black tooth. And that's when I heard something moving in a vacant storefront. A weird slapping and squeaking, close to bare skin dragging on tile. I had hoped maybe it was an old couple on their usual morning mall walk, I guess barefoot, amazing what the mind will conceive to paper over reality. I turned the direction of the noise and shone the flashlight into the room.  It was an old arcade. Most of the machines missing, leaving a brighter spot on the wall where they stood. A claw machine sat crumpled near the entrance. Through the cracked glass case, I could see a few mildew-covered plushes laying face-down like waterlogged corpses in a lake. The floor was littered with these empty plastic capsules. In the rear was a storage room. The door was hanging open. I pointed the light that way and saw a broken face. It was yellow, missing a rounded ear, with cracks up its face and under its black eyes. It was reaching into a jar of something. Was it...honey? This was a busted winnie the pooh ride that must have been shoved into storage before the mall closed. Something else was on the edge. A long fleshy hand gripping onto the plastic exterior. From inside the ride rose a thin, reedy thing. Half-human, with spindly limbs, a bulbous head. Its toothless mouth was dangling impossibly low. It stood probably twice my height, and stretched a leg over the rim. I didn't stay long enough to see the rest of it. A guttural screech echoed through the mall. It almost sounded like language, but I couldn't understand it. I turned tail and ran. Something boomed over the loudspeaker. MAN OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER: “When the twilight is gone, and no songbirds are singing, God comes through the lines and sits in the streetlights. He waves but you can't see it. Should we all be so lucky as to be touched by the waving man in the light.” CONWAY: The fluorescent bulbs in the play place across the hall flashed. Now the deer head rose from the rancid pool, hanging skin and nylon flag draped like vestments across the bone, exposed teeth stark dealership white. In its wake were shadowy figments, jittering out of the bulbs overhead in bursts of sickening light. Their forms were sketchy, vibrating lines. One reached a palm my way and buzzed like a guitar plugged in wrong. Come play in Bucky's World. I could feel my chest aching as it drew closer, a lightning bolt salvation. Come play.  I was sprinting now, holding tight to the damn empty briefcase as it flopped and bounced at my side with each step. I was heading straight for the security office. Are mall cops allowed to have guns? For the first time in my life I hoped they did. I wound down a narrow side path, avoiding the public restrooms and pay phone covered in stickers, the buzzing and wheezing following close behind. At the end was an office. I struggled with the sweaty doorknob for a minute, then slammed my shoulder into the door and stumbled into the room. Gone was the miasma of mildew and lucid nightmare. The gentle two-tone mint and white walls invited me in. The door shut behind me with a click, and the commotion outside ceased. The office was small and tidy. In the center was a wooden desk accompanied by a lacquered chair. A pristine rotary phone sat atop the table, warping the spacetime around and drawing menacing attention like a gravity well. A corkboard sat centered behind the desk, with a couple old flyers and a key ring pinned to it. I moved to the desk and slid open the side drawers. No guns, but I did find a lockpick and got to work on the cuffs. Not 5 minutes and they were off, and the briefcase dropped to the carpet.  I rubbed my sore wrist and looked around the office again. That damn phone, inescapable, ringing in my head. A barn on fire on a moonless night. I kicked around a thought. Maybe if a phone got me into this, another could get me out. I picked up the sleek mint receiver and dialed the number I had called before, my old phone number, with a trembling hand. I waited and waited and listened. Nothing. Hm. Maybe in a better story it would have worked. What about my office number? Maybe someone was filling in for me today. I gave it a shot, but all I heard was some static. Then the line cut out. While this little office seemed relatively safe, I couldn't just hang out in here forever. Especially if those things were still outside. I pored over the old map again and planned out my best route to the exit from here. It was going to be a close one. I crept out through the door and toward the end of this narrow hallway. Didn't see any sign of the things that were pursuing me earlier. Of course that's always what they say right before they get got, huh.  A screech rang out from the stinking guts of the gangrenous mall. More volleys of low droning from the other way, the dissonant warning bell of place already dead, that doesn't know it's dead yet. An air raid siren from a collapsed empire. I took off in the direction of my planned route. But you know what they say about god and plans. The sinewy flesh giant was already nearly on me by the time I crossed the peeling wildlife mural in the kid's food court. In a desperate attempt at distraction, I threw the old magazine I'd been navigating by into what used to be a pretzel store, if the tattered twisty signage was anything to go by. The creature suddenly turned and leapt over the high counter with its long limbs to gnaw on the coupons and photos inside. I still had yet to contend with the shaking shadows and the offal deerhead priest. I was puffing and winded. I rounded the last corner on my route and felt my stomach sink. Rather than a door out of there, I found a closed gate. They must have built an addition to the mall since that magazine came out. Nothing can ever just stay the same here, can it? Gotta always be growing, always making more, and more than more. Or maybe the mall did this itself, continued to slink and slither through the clogged arteries of the midwest even after everyone left.  The hairs on my neck stood cornstalk straight and goosebumps sprouted across my arms. My chest tightened from the electric pull of the visions behind me. There was a sharp hot pain in my core, as if my heart was about to catch fire and burn hollow. A barn ablaze deep in the indigo dusk. The decaying godhead wreathed in stars stretched its exposed tendons as if to speak. *incomprehensible whispers* That's when the gate in front of me rose, with the clanking, grinding brash of machinery that's sat dormant too long. I was baptized by a deluge of corporate light. Blue and yellow franchise lettering plastered the walls, below which hung shelves lined with black tapes. A man sat behind a counter, surrounded by rows of rainbow candy boxes and expired popcorn on sale. A video store. He motioned for me with a fishing rod in hand. “Come on in, Conway, and come quick. I've got something that might interest you.” WREN: Now that I'm done cataloguing my findings for the day, I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge the people who make all this possible. Thank you to our brave carrier Flo, and to our wonderful receiving clerks Jessica and Gadz. For the Dead Letter Office of ******* Ohio, this is claims adjuster Wren signing off. *click* *off mic* WREN: Oh, hi. I didn't see you come in.  *static from The Boss*  WREN: No, I'm done. *dissonant static* WREN: No, look, it's fine, the light's off. Hey, I got a call earlier that might-- *static* WREN: Did I do something wrong? I get the feeling that you-- *intense static* WREN: Right. Well if anything like that happens again, I'll--I'll report it to you right away. Okay. I'll just...keep reading the old mail then. *long static* WREN: See you then. WREN: Might as well not even have me here if this is all I'm allowed to do. How am I supposed to do my job if I just sit here and read all day and get yelled at for answering a phone? I could use a drink. Maybe I'll head to the Song B-- Oh shit. The mic's still h--.  *CLICK*

This is the Wedding Episode. My Mother and Father exchange vows and my Mother crosses the threshold into married life. The Dollhouse in which the newlyweds attempt to create a home had a broken window through which deceit crept in, and the Cat with the fetid wound reminds me to hold opposittes with love, so that compassion might allow us to unlock the mysteries of our shared humanity. 

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another wonderful story from Fetid SirDidy. It is entitled “Bluster” Background music by Smartsound It began with a low hum. The schoolmasters head shook so fast that it appeared to be vibrating. Because the area in which he reverberated was so confined, the violence with which he shook lent […] The post Bluster – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

Our heroes descend underground into the putrid lair of an unknown entity. A biological menagerie where all weak creatures come to die. can our heroes get to the source of this plague before it's too late?

  Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another scary tale from Fetid SirDidy.  It is entitled Supper Background music by Smartsound The butcher’s massive knife descended with a grace that would rival even the best swordsman. The blade gleamed while it made its descent, reflecting pearls of sunlight that sparkled off the iron cookware that […] The post Supper – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

  Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another scary tale from Fetid SirDidy.  It is entitled Creepy Dolly Background music by Smartsound Small fingers tugged at thread.The first stitch always fought the most. This she knew.She tugged a little harder and the knot cleared so that she was able to complete the stitch. Her hands […] The post Creepy Dolly – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with another great story by Fetid SirDidy. It’s entitled “The home on Spectral Peaks” Background music by Smartsound “It was a dark and stormy night.” In the candlelight Liam looked at the page while his left eye twitched madly – something had gotten in his damned eye. He rubbed at […] The post The Home on Spectral Peaks – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

The ultimate Trevor Henderson mythology where technology is involved and ancient deity

  Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a couple more wonderful horror stories from Fetid SirDidy. Background music by Smartsound.   “Harvest Night” A dull hum was all he heard, and what he saw was a fiery sky. Wilhelm Santree was deaf and mute but he could still see. The sky was painted with brush […] The post Horror Stories 2 – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a couple of thrilling stories from Fetit SirDidy. Background music by Smartsound “The Man in the Kobold Dwelling” As the Avatar approached the odd looking man, the smell of animals and rot filled his nostrils. The sun above was a fiery eye, its stare a blazing inferno causing copious […] The post Horror Stories 1 – by Fetid SirDidy – narrated by Asclepius appeared first on Echoes from the Caverns.

Here we are at the 6-letter F words and they include the beautiful and mellifluous fogbow (pictured here).  We hope you are enjoying our words and word podcast.  Feel free to drop us a note and let us know what you think at scrabbledabbledoopodcast@gmail.com    | FAECAL  |  | FACULA  | FAUCAL | FAVELA  |  | FANEGA  |  | FRAENA  |  | FAENAS  |  | FARFEL  | FARFAL | FABBER  |  | FORBAD  | FORBID | FABLER  | FERBAM  |  | FANBOY  |  | FARCED  |  | FACILE  | FECIAL | FARCIE  | FIACRE | FACIES  |  | FALCES  |  | FECULA  |  | FANFIC  |  | FARDED  |  | FAFFED  |  | FASHED  |  | FADEIN  |  | FAERIE  | FERIAE | FAKEER  | FAKIR | FEATER  |  | FEASES  | FEAZES | FEIJOA  |  | FAKIES  |  | FAILLE  |  | FERIAL  |  | FERIAS  | FRAISE | FLEAMS  | FLAMES | FLORAE  |  | FOETAL  | FOLATE | FERULA  |  | FESTAL  |  | FRATER  | RAFTER | FEUARS  |  | FAMING  |  | FAYING  |  | FLAGON  |  | FORGAT  |  | FUGATO  |  | FULHAM  | FULLAM | FINIAL  |  | FAMULI  |  | FOLIAR  |  | FRAZIL  |  | FIRMAN  |  | FAVISM  |  | FINNAN  |  | FANION  |  | FUSAIN  |  | FRIARY  |  | FLYMAN  |  | FULMAR  | ARMFUL | FLATUS  | FAULTS | FLYWAY  |  | FANTOM  |  | FANUMS  |  | FUSUMA  |  | FURANS  |  | FARROS  |  | FARROW  |  | FUBBED  |  | FIMBLE  |  | FORBYE  | FOREBY | FOGBOW  |  |   |  | FIBRIL  |  | FIBRIN  |  | FYNBOS  |  | FLOCCI  |  | FLECHE  | FLEECH | FENNEC  |  | FESCUE  |  | FETICH  |  | FLENCH  |  | FLETCH  | FLEDGE | FELSIC  |  | FICOES  |  | FECKLY  | FLECKY | FUCOSE  |  | FUNGIC  |  | FLITCH  |  | FITCHY  |  | FICHUS  |  | FLYSCH  |  | FICINS  |  | FISTIC  |  | FICKLY  |  | FORMIC  |  | FRICOT  |  | FUSTIC  |  | FLOCKY  |  | FUCOUS  |  | FONDED  |  | FORDID  |  | FELIDS  | FIELDS | FOETID  | FETID | FOGDOG  |  | FIORDS  | FJORDS | FEIRIE  |  | FELLOE  |  | FERREL  | FERULE | FOEMAN  | FOEMEN | FEOFFS  |  | FEUING  |  | FOEHNS  |  | FLOOIE  | FLOOEY | FILOSE  |  | FUSILE  |  | FERITY  |  | FUNKER  |  | FOLLES  | F

***IN THIS EPISODE INTERNATIONAL TALKS ABOUT...*** Mike the Mic’s perverse predilection for being tied up and whipped with his own mic cord; Slave-wife’s many esteem-building duties around the house, like gluing International’s chair back together and servicing his carnal delights; His ability to tango completely alone, despite the presumptuous idiom that claims it takes two - but he cautions listeners against trying it at home for obvious liability reasons (and, frankly, they’re just not as impressive as he is) ***IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, IN THIS EPISODE INTERNATIONAL ALSO...*** Celebrates his relationship with Slave-wife by imagining them as Beauty and the Beast, then freaks out about incessantly-yapping housewares and home furnishings, which causes him to jettison the fantasy entirely; Proudly recollects his hard-hitting scabies interview from yesterday and decides to remain true to his promise of no interviews on the podcast ever, except for the already-scheduled sit-downs with a ringworm and a team of genital crabs (mark your calendars) ***AND SO MUCH MORE, IT’S CRAZY!!!***

Duality, as lived in my mother’s early life, particularly during her convalescence, during which she remained within a cocoon where her identity was altered and she experienced many changes. I identify a parallel conflict of duality in our current reality, and revisit a dream in which my Grandmother Juana helped my mother, and I, to reconcile the light and the shadows of self that fight for dominance within each one of us. 

Trauma is a clean up job - a poisonous oil spill on your entire energy body - the firewall to the truth is fear .. raging fear the electric fence you must surmount to see the truth - if you've built a defense mechanism as a cover up that too must be dissolved - THe aya has a huge job!

In this heroic, straining episode of the STAB! Show, host Jesse Jones invites panelists Ben Rice, Jaclyn Weiand and Nick Brunner to share with the entire effin’ world, their three different LOPSODs, nine scribbles from the bathroom walls of Avengers Tower, rundowns of fights featuring A Lager vs. A Stout vs. A Glass of Fetid … Continue reading »

After a small amount of more faction bickering, the time has come to head to the Mere of Dead Men--Jeskira has a black dragon egg to hatch. Will she be able to raise this deadly wyrmling to be good? Or at the very least, to not eat her? Like what we're doing? Consider visiting https://ko-fi.com/cornfieldsandkobolds and tossing us a few bucks. Thanks for your support! Music in this episode was produced by Vindsvept (https://vindsvept.bandcamp.com/) Fetid swamp sound produced by Sword Coast Soundscapes (https://swordcoastsoundscapes.bandcamp.com/)

On this episode of the Day 0 Update: Despite internet uproar, Pokemon Sword & Shield sells 6 Million units. Street Fighter V is getting a much needed upgrade. Plus, Google Stadia launched this week. All this, and more, to come. Full show notes are available here. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/day0update/message

Fetid Russulas in North America: What we know, What we don't Presented by Peter Avis, PhD Niles Historical and Cultural Center, 8970 N. Milwaukee Ave, Niles, IL 60714 Russula is a highly diverse genus of ectomycorrhizal fungus. Over 700 species of this genus are known making up about 10% of the known ECM fungi in world. One especially intriguing group of Russula are the members of subsection Foetentineae, commonly referred by some as the fetid Russula since their brown to light yellow capped sporocarps regularly have unpleasant smells and tastes. Their ecological attributes include the ability to be “dominant” (i.e. numerically abundant) in temperate, boreal and tropical ecosystems worldwide, to persist in high nitrogen environments, and to associate with mycoheterotrophic plants. Despite these ecological attributes, much of the diversity of this group remains unknown and/or fully documented. In this presentation, I will provide a thorough overview of the molecular diversity of fetid Russula in North America and place this overview within a context of the current understanding of subsection Foetentineae globally. Peter Avis, PhD has been at Indiana University orthwest since 2007 and prior to that he did a post-doc with Greg Mueller at the Field Museum. His PhD is from Minnesota where he worked with Dave McLauglin, Ris Charvat and Trice Morrow. Currently, Avis is chair of the biology department and teaches intro bio, mycology, evolution, molecular biology among other courses. His research falls into three general categories: Fungal ecology and evolution, molecular methodology for the study of fungi, and ecological restoration monitoring. The project he will discuss at the program grew out of the following project. Nitrophilic Russula, iconoclastic ectomycorrhizal fungi I found a surprising nitrophilic response to increased nitrogen pollution by a certain group of mycorrhizal fungi, the foetid Russula (Avis 2012). This is unexpected but exciting, because most mycorrhizal fungi are intolerant of such pollution. This study (Avis 2012) is the first to use modern DNA based methods to sort out the diversity of this common, typically dominant and usually misnamed group of fungi and to understand how common the nitrophilic tendencies are in the group. This project and Avis's efforts were supported and recognized by the Mycological Society of America which awarded him the Martin Baker Award, an early career research award, in 2008 (http://msafungi.org/msa-awards/martin-baker-award/). How foetid Russula tolerate this pollution remains unknown (Parrent et al 2010), but will be a focus of his future investigations as will a broader phylogenetic analysis of this intriguing group of fungi. Recorded at the Niles Historical and Cultural Center on October 7, 2019. IllinoisMyco.org

Episode 24: Robot vs. Human Guitar Battle, Stitches, & Black Metal TattoosBen and Fe discuss some amazing local shows this week, Brian Mason battles GTRBOT666 using a baby pink guitar. Chats about getting stitches, and black metal + Wegmans = tattoos. Disclaimer: We tried to call Barrett to discuss last Sunday’s show, but he was in fact sleeping…*Also available on Spotify, Google Play, iTunes, Stitcher* Special Thanks To: Aspired Infliction: https://www.facebook.com/aspiredinfliction/Plastic Warriors: https://www.facebook.com/PlasticWarriorsOfficial/Fetid: https://www.facebook.com/fetid.death/Solicitor: https://www.facebook.com/solicitor.speedmetal/Spiral Wheel: https://www.facebook.com/spiralwheel/Swarn: https://www.facebook.com/Swarncrust/Sacrificial Betrayal: https://www.facebook.com/Sacrificialbetrayal66/Eater of Worlds: https://www.facebook.com/eaterofworldsNC/Chainbreaker: https://www.facebook.com/chainbreakersteel/Skullduggery: https://www.facebook.com/SkullduggeryRocks/ Black Metal + Wegmans: https://www.syracuse.com/entertainment/2019/10/black-metal-wegmans-tattoos-2-rochester-passions-meld-into-ink-on-flesh.html?fbclid=IwAR0XdLwUVPFNlGtUHa-c5e8M-9_mIjH8lUTQ2p4r36pQG3df23g10HTaujU Our Favorite Happy Hour @ Record Archive with Elusive Travel: https://www.facebook.com/events/686364605208251/

Oregon slude doomsters Lord Dying are on the verge of big things. The band is currently tearing it up on tour supporting their latest record. "Mysterium Tremendum" is that all important Album #3 and marks their eOne debut. Their stop in our neck of the woods was a great time to speak with them. We quickly got reacquainted with ax/vox Erik Olsen. We got into the new album and some highlights of their relatively young career. In our "News, Views, and Tunes', we go off on the varg YouTube channel issue and the "straight pride" parade in Boston. Musically we crank some LD, Vulture, Fetid, Ashbringer, Vault Dweller, Limp Wrist, and Lord Gore!!  This Episode is sponsored by Trve Kvlt Coffee. Summon the coffee demons to possess yourself a cup today! Follow us on Twitter and Instagram. Listen Live Thursday's at 8pm eastern on Pure Rock Radio Drop us a line at radmetal666@gmail.com

We talked about new albums from Fetid, Idle Hands, Batushka (Krystov Drabkowski's version), & Krypts. Than we talked about how the 3 of us reunited for the (maybe?) final Slayer farewell tour with Cannibal, Lamb Of God, and Amon Amarth as well as Shadie’s review of the Tech Trek tour with Archspire, Inferi, Virgin, and Wormhole. Plus we’ve got interviews with Archspire (at the 45 min mark) & Inferi (at 1 hour at 20 min mark)!                              Listen at the below links or on your favorite podcast app: iTunes Google Play Spotify Stitcher Music Played on this Episode: Breakdown: Terminal Nation “Church Of the Gun” 1. Fetid "Cranial Liquescent" 2. Krystov Drabkowski's Batushka "Nechb 4" - Bandcamp Download link: https://sphieratz.bandcamp.com/album/- 3. Idle Hands "Blade and the Will" 4. Krypts "Circling the Between" 5. Archspire "Remote Tumor Seeker" & "Relentless Mutation" 6. Inferi "The Promethean Kings"

What if you wanted to redefine Communism for the 21st century and accidentally wrote the plot to The Expanse? Novara Media's Aaron Bastani has written Fully Automated Luxury Communism, which extols the virtues of automation, artificial meat and asteroid mines as a means of achieving a socialist utopia. We're joined by Jon and Ash of The Horror Vanguard (https://www.patreon.com/horrorvanguard) for this epic voyage into the world of tomorrow. Music by Fetid: https://listen.20buckspin.com/album/steeping-corporeal-mess And Fuming Mouth: https://fumingmouth.bandcamp.com/ And here's the homunculus video I mention. There's like a whole genre of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvGx74hdhOw Here's our patreon, jokers: https://www.patreon.com/DeathSentence

The Silence Breaks, The Tale Continues.... This week, The Party Travel to the Foot of the Gigantic Mushroom to see for themselves what is actually going on...  The Cast: Dragon as "T'riss Nitra" (A Drow) Freya as "Nal" (a Half Orc/Half Elf) Shiraz as "Ishidoro" (A Dragonborn) Susie Q as "Thirteen" (a Goblin) Tauno as "Rasthikos Thyreon" (A Human) Wednesday Le Fey as "Desolation" aka. "Layla" (A Tiefling)  And Nikoli as your Storyteller. Where Can i Find more from the Cast? You can hear more from Wednesday as Part of the Dum Dum Die Cast at: @DumDumDie Shiraz Can Be Found on Twitter at @DiceDeeds  Find more from Dragon & Nikoli Right Here @PenanceRPG  Interested in the DM and world building Notes? Unlock the Bonus "Archive" Podcast through our Patreon Support us on Ko fi and Patreon All Music Was Written & Performed by Daniel Boström Learn more at Penancerpg.com Come talk with us on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram Listen on Google Play, iTunes,  Spotify,  Libsyn, Stitcher, podchaser, podcastaddict Dndice.co.uk - Using "Penancerpg" at checkout for 5% off your order

You can now find us on Google Music, Spotify and Itunes and many other podcast places … leave a review! It's episode 17 of Season 1. On this week's show we have 8 Short Scary Stories for you July 3rd, 1976 written by ControversyisKey and narrated by Minkus Thormine (Story starts around 00:01:03) Artist- ControversyisKeyStory- HereNarrator- Minkus Thormine Ardat Doesn’t Like It written by horrorinpureform and narrated by Jack Sanders Featuring Siren (Story starts around 00:03:51)Artist - horrorinpureform Story- HereNarrator- Jack Sanders and Siren Click Clack Time written by Sassanach36 (Story starts around 00:05:32 )Artist - Sassanach36Story - HereNarrator- Sinister Sweetheart Knock 6 Times written by TisMeBeinMe and narrated by Elle True. (Story starts around 00:07:05)Artist - TisMeBeinMeStory - HereNarrator- Elle True PODCOIN APP PLACEMENT 00:09:15 Use Code: Scarecrow To Get 300 Coins On The Podcoin App! Death has pity, not mercy written by SamKryhe and narrated by SamKryhe. (Story starts around 00:12:17)Artist - SamKryheNarrator- SamKryhe Deaf written by Cpritch58 and performed by Jack Sanders (Story starts around 00:15:48)Artist - Cpritch58Story - HereNarrator - [Jack Sanders] Red is the Most Human Colour written by dmdv8 and narrated by Jack Sanders featuring Minkus Thormine (Story starts around 00:17:37)Artist - dvmdv8Story- HereNarrators- Jack Sanders and Minkus Thormine ASMR written by Revsfan123 and narrated by Spook Central (Story starts around 00:20:08)Artist - Revsfan123Story - HereNarrator - Spook Central Executive Producer & Host: Jack SandersCreative Director - Sir Soothing VoiceMedia Director - Sinister SweetheartEditing - Jack SandersMusic - https://www.purple-planet.comWebsiteMerchandise - Tee Public StorePatreonTwitterFacebookContact Audio program ©2018-2019 - All Rights Reserved - No reproduction or use of this content is permitted without the express written consent of Scarecrow Tales The copyrights for each story are held by the respective authors.Support Scarecrow Tales by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/scarecrow-talesFind out more at https://scarecrow-tales.pinecast.coCheck out our podcasting host, Pinecast. Start your own podcast for free, no credit card required, forever. If you decide to upgrade, use coupon code r-0149cf for 40% off for 4 months, and support Scarecrow Tales.

Gather together, podcast elite, and let us tell you a tale of the king of hobgoblin gamers: the billionaire Notch. The master of twitter, August (@DxGGEAUX), honors us with his presence as we declare war on the human buttered-popcorn-jellybean that created Minecraft. As we do battle, Alton struggles with all his might not to say the magic word and Reese must think quickly or he may be owned because he's old as hell. We check in on the outpouring of love and support from Halo fans and take some extremely easy potshots at Anthem to bolster our self esteem. Ranked the #1 podcast episode of 2019 by a publication we refuse to source. Listen!A podcast that reveals the truth about video games that those other video game podcasts don't want you to know. Co-hosts: Alton and ReeseIntro music: Video Games by Envyneslies Envyneslies – Video-gamesOutro music: VIDEOTAPEMUSIC / Ecchu-Owara-Bushi Wearecc – Videotapemusic_ecchu-owara-bushi-videotapemusic-remixThank you to Angelvila for the logo!Main Account: https://twitter.com/vgatwtoeReese: https://twitter.com/yourverygoodbudALTON: https://twitter.com/8ALTON8Find out more at https://videogamesaretheworst.pinecast.co

On this episode of The AIE Podcast... Tetsemi: Raid the Bank…. Is that legal? Mewkow: Play ESO plus.. for free! Mkallah: MEGA is eminent! Tetsemi: LOTRO is Legendary! Mewkow: And, we have Lanctharus and Kardinal here to talk to us about Blizzcon! All that and more coming up right now... Podcast Audio Raw Video http://youtu.be/aUg7YZHQPhs Open Welcome to episode #309 of the the podcast celebrating you, the Alea Iacta Est gaming community, the die has been podcast. This is Mkallah: To my left is Tetsemi: - (catch phrase here). And to my right is Mewkow: (catch phrase here). This week we have Lanctharus and Kardinal on to talk about Blizzcon! Welcome, guys! Ok, we'll be digging into AIE and Blizzcon shortly, but first, let's cover this week's news... AIE News Streaming and guild podcast news SWTOR Escape Pod Cast 265: Live Ossus Flyby http://www.newoverlords.com/swtor-escape-pod-cast-265-live-ossus-flyby/ This week @AIESema, @MaxTheGrey and Astromech EPC-265 do a live tour of the new planet Ossus on the PTS. SWTOR Escape Pod Cast 266: There Is Only Pieces http://www.newoverlords.com/swtor-escape-pod-cast-266-there-is-only-pieces/ This week @AIESema, @MaxTheGrey and Astromech EPC-266 continue to slice Flesh Raiders and other wildlife to pieces on Tython as we get back to our Jedi story progress. NOMADS Destiny 2 - A lot of guildies are taking advantage of the free game offer running now through the 18th. See the Destiny channel for discussion of guild support for getting things going, getting gear progression on in end game, etc. https://www.destinythegame.com/battlenet And if you find yourself enjoying the game, there is currently a refer a friend event where existing players of the Year 2 Forsaken expac can invite those with the free copy, or even those that haven't bought Forsaken yet, to play with them and earn all sorts of fun rewards. These include an exotic sniper rifle, a ship, and even an exotic sparrow for those that refer multiple friends. Fallout 76 - There may also be a few guildies diving into Fallout 76 starting on November 14th. The B.E.T.A. seemed to go well enough, and I am at least is looking forward to exploring the radiated wilds of West Virginia. This is a multiplayer Fallout experience, so if you are a FAllout fan, and want to play with fellow guildies, feel free to join in. Mandatory Fun Nights Where the fun is mandatory but the attendance is not. Monday - GW2 9:30 pm Eastern Tuesday - SWTOR 9 pm Eastern Friday - ESO 9 pm Eastern FFXIV 9 pm Eastern Saturday - STO 10 pm Eastern Noob Raid 11 pm Eastern WoW Noob Raid news - We decided to be brave and left behind the safety of LFR to venture into Uldir normal last night We managed 3/8 bosses before Vectis ended our rampage. A ton of fun was had and we are looking forward to trying again next week. Kardinal, tell us your first hand experience with the chaos that is NOOB raid! (Can throw to Kardinal if you want; I was there. :) I can make a story of it. ) Noob raid's been very popular, full/almost full every week. Been doing LFR, been successful, but in spirit of learning, wanted to deepen people's knowledge 1shot Taloc, adjusted and 2shot Mother, laughed through trash, 1shot Fetid, and….we learned a lot on Vectis. Got the mechanics, need the practice. Failure is good. Teaches us that it's okay and fun to fail. “Progression is wiping” Most importantly, we laughed and had fun and there was no tension. December community events: COOP for Winter Veil, no date yet; Time After Timewalking event on Friday Dec 7th at 9pm Eastern/Server. LK Ulduar Timewalking raid. Details will be posted soon to the blog. November Officer Play Date: Nov 30th at 10:30 pm Eastern we are having an Overwatch night. Everyone is invited. Come get to know your fellow officers outside of WoW. Let's see how many custom games and groups we can get going. Raid Bank Pilot Program: This program is doing really well, and we are getting a lot of positive feedback.

Grimald and Minoc are back, despite the odds. Despite the stupid, stupid actions of the last episode...who knows what could happen this episode, well...I do, I've listened to it. Support the show and become a character: patreon.com/3TRPGPodcast ***** Contact us by email: 3TRPGPod@gmail.com Support the show: https://patreon.com/3TRPGPodcast Follow us on social media: Facebook: https://facebook.com/3TRPGPodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/3TRPGPodcast MeWe: www.mewe.com/i/3TRPGPodcast Also available on: PodBean: https://ThreeTRPG.podbean.com/ SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/3TRPGPodcast iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/3t-rpg-podcast/id1151909364?mt=2 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3xq2p7OigadzFk6fgzEjA4 We have music on BandCamp: https://3TRPGPod.bandcamp.com/

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Stefan Fatsis, Josh Levin, and Mike Pesca discuss SB Nation's piece on rapist and ex-football player Daniel Holtzclaw. They also delve into the science of fatigue, and ESPN's Bonnie D. Ford joins to discuss Rio's polluted waters in advance of the 2016 Olympics.Facebook: facebook.com/HangUpAndListenEmail: hangup@slate.comShow notes at www.slate.com/hangup Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Stefan Fatsis, Josh Levin, and Mike Pesca discuss SB Nation's piece on rapist and ex-football player Daniel Holtzclaw. They also delve into the science of fatigue, and ESPN's Bonnie D. Ford joins to discuss Rio's polluted waters in advance of the 2016 Olympics. Facebook: facebook.com/HangUpAndListen Email: hangup@slate.com Show notes at www.slate.com/hangup Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Another wide-ranging, incisive podcast this week. Or is it? Points of discussion: 1. MMO News SWTOR: New community rep Nick Avola (link), Game Update 3.2: Rise of the Emperor is on PTS (link), Outfit Designer holds some promise (link) My Lore Is Stuck In Your Canon: Galactic Crime: The Exchange   2. General Gaming News -Elite […]

The words for today are: Pristine, Fetid, Whimsical, Deference. VictorPrep's vocab podcast is for improving for English vocabulary skills while helping you prepare for your standardized tests! This podcast isn't only intended for those studying for the GRE or SAT, but also for people who enjoy learning, and especially those who want to improve their English skills. I run the podcast for fun and because I want to help people out there studying for tests or simply learning English. The podcast covers a variety of words and sometimes additionally covers word roots. Using a podcast to prep for the verbal test lets you study while on the go, or even while working out!  If you have comments or questions and suggestions, please contact me at @SamFold or send me an email at sam.fold@gmail.com. Check out the podcast website at VictorPrep.com or the Facebook page at Facebook.com/victorpreplearning

Flash Fiction: “Fool’s Fire” by Hayley E. Lavik It’s the cold mud that wakes me, and the taste of duckweed in my throat. In my mouth, my nose, my ears. It fills my lungs, creeps behind my eyes. I burst through the slime with a half-formed scream. I retch until I feel empty, hollow, withered. Stagger to my feet, knee-high in the sticking black mire. The mud keeps oozing from my eyes. Fetid bog slime on my arms, my breasts, my mother’s finest dress. Torn bodice, rent seams in starlight. Embroidered with weed, black mud in a putrid train behind me. But where is he? Hayley E. Lavik writes fantasy novels and short fiction, most likely involving swords, things with teeth, and women who get shit done. She lives in rainy Vancouver, BC. You can find her at www.hayleyelavik.com and also on

Koko the Showfucker is back and he's prepared to fuck the show right into--well, okay, a little of that happens, but for the most part, Jason Tabrys' return to Gobbledygeek is a little more focused than normal. Among the topics discussed are the Veronica Mars movie and its abundance of fan-service, the Cosmos controversy, and the fact that Captain America 3 and Batman & Superman: Friendship Is Magic opening on the same day is going to keep the idiotic flames of the Marvel/DC fan war raging long into the night. Then there's the big one: When you hate something--say, oh, The Big Bang Theory--is it fair to continue harshly criticizing it on social media even when you know someone who likes it? The (different, conflicting) answer(s) may surprise you (or not)! Next: you might remember the Four Color Flashback series AJ did on the blog about the Claremont/Byrne Uncanny X-Men, or he and Paul dissecting Preacher. Well, we're bringing that feature to the show starting next week. At the end of each month, we'll be discussing one volume of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, and spoiler alert: Paul and AJ really, really love this comic. Joining us for this introductory episode is Broken Magic author, The Deli Counter of Justice co-editor, and Brony for life Eric Sipple.