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Dylan discusses her time promoting Celiac awareness with some help from the Boston Red Sox. Also, David Hyde Pierce talks about his role in ‘Pirates! The Penzance Musical' and his time on ‘Fraiser.' Plus, Dawn Staley stops by to discuss her new memoir, ‘Uncommon Favor' and the lessons she's learned throughout her iconic basketball career.

Phil & Fed's Excellent Adventure, Episode 4: Seattle, Washington!Seattle delivers some of the most beautiful views and THE most beautiful beer, but surprisingly absolutely no Fraiser. Elsewhere, it's off to Pike Place market for flying fish and posh coffees, and a WrestleMania destination is ticked off before the boys bid farewell to the USA via ridin' the rails.@MichaelHamflett @PhilMyChambers Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We're back and we're talking modern day hit sitcoms like Fraiser, and Seinfeld..-Would you rather have eyes the size of corn kernels or lips the size of hot dogs?-All or Nothing-Would you rather live in Frasier's Seattle or Seinfeld's New York?Patreon.com/WouldYouRatherWithEricAndDave to access bonus episodes!

Send us a textAs Christine so aptly put it: What a powerhouse! Our conversation with Damali Fraiser was vulnerable, open and incredibly interesting. We talked about:- how to navigate body changes as we age and as we adapt to hormonal changes and injury- Damali's journey of recovering from her hysterectomy- how to coach with a trauma informed and inclusive ethos- the importance of dismantling hierarchies (in movement and in general!)- why she found herself drawn to kettlebell training- the benefits of strength training and that it doesn't have to look the same for everyone- her incredible coaching course for fitness instructors (see more information below)- what a snatch is!! (Ela was clueless but is now totally in the know - listen to find out!)Some more information about Damali:Meet Coach Damali, pronouns she/her. Damali is a compassionate Kettlebell Expert, author, speaker, fitness / nutrition coach and founder of Lift off Strength & Wellness. Damali is known for her unapologetic opposition to diet culture in the kettlebell community and as a passionate educator who will help you learn to train with kettlebells safely. Through her Inclusive Kettlebell Coach course and certification programs, you learn to teach kettlebells from an intersectional lens that's size-inclusive, trauma-informed, judgement-free and for every BODY (emphasis on the body because humanity has always had body diversity)You can connect with Damali on her website http://liftoffstrength.ca , on Instagram @‌Damali.Fraiser, TikTok and on YouTube @‌liftoffstrength or through her retreats for Black Women and women of colour (WOC) in Kettlebells @‌kettlebellsinblack.Please reach out if you would like some support with your relationship to food OR movement. Ela currently has limited spaces for Intuitive Eating coaching and if you'd like to reconnect with movement, contact Christine.AND if you enjoyed this episode, please share and follow the 'Find Your Strong podcast' and if you have time, write us a short review.  It would honestly mean the world.  Love to you all,  Ela & Christine x Please reach out if you would like some support with your relationship to food OR movement. Ela currently has limited spaces for Intuitive Eating coaching and if you'd like to reconnect with movement, contact Christine.AND if you enjoyed this episode, please share and follow the 'Find Your Strong podcast' and if you have time, write us a short review. It would honestly mean the world. Love to you all, Ela & Christine x

Kettlebell training should be for every body. Coach Damali—kettlebell expert, speaker, and owner of Lift Off Strength & Wellness—joins me to challenge diet culture in the fitness space and share how to make kettlebell coaching more inclusive. She breaks down what it means to approach training from a size-inclusive, trauma-informed, and judgement-free perspective, rethinks the use of props in kettlebell coaching, and discusses why language matters when working with clients. Don't miss this powerful conversation on making strength training accessible to all!

The Jeffs have two guests this week to kick off March. Fraiser co-owner of the Boozy Scoot Scoot shares about his journey and his innovative business: the artisan mobile bar. Following Fraiser, Laurel McFarlane joined us to share the details about ShamROCK the best St. Paddy's Day Festival in the county. Listen to the end to find out what the team thinks about Alesmith's Nut Brown Ale.

We've got some Supergirl casting and our first look at the back of Milly Alcock's head, "I'm just Ken-obe" - Ryan Gosling may join Star Wars, Robert Eggers continues to build his own cinematic universe of classic monsters, and Fraiser has left the building (again).

Bill Frost (CityWeekly.net, X96 Radio From Hell) and Tommy Milagro (SlamWrestling.net) talk The Bachelor, The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives, Paradise, The Tom Green Renaissance, Mythic Quest, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, You're Cordially Invited, Common Side Effects, Funny Woman, the unfortunate but 'Merica 2025 appropriate return of Duck Dynasty, Bill's Movie Korner: Paranoia and Bummer, Rasslin' News, Uma Thurman on Dexter: Resurrection, Fraiser 2.0 canceled, the Saturday Night movie on Netflix, Hight Potential, Abbott Elementary, and The Lincoln Lawyer all renewed, and more. Drinking: Whiskey & Cokes made with Bourbon from OFFICIAL TV Tan sponsor Outlaw Distillery.* Yell at us (or order a TV Tan T-shirt) @TVTanPodcast on Threads, Bluesky, Facebook, Instagram, or Gmail.* Rate us: Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube Music, YouTube, Amazon Podcasts, Audible, etc. 

Fraiser star Kelsy Grammer told a funny story about having to get rid of his beloved sailboat because his new wife didn't want any old vibes from his first wife!

We chat Fraiser, Halloween, and tomorrows show.

Have you ever wondered what some of your favorite movies and tv shows would be like if they were cast with all-black actors? Let us know if you like who we picked to be in some of these roles. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mass-debaters/support

Some know him as the country's favorite therapist and some as the world's most evil side show act. Join Harlan as he sits down with with multiple Emmy and Tony award winning actor Kelsey Grammer. The two chat about the new season of “Fraiser,” Kelsey's path that has lead him to the creation of the Faith American Brewing Company and what would happen if Dr. Frasier Crane sat down on the couch with Krusty the Clown!Recorded at the 2024 North Fork TV Festival. #actor #beer #fraiser #thesimpsons#cheers #krustytheclown #fyp #highlights #motivational #solefree EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Harlan Friedman and Donna DrakePRODUCER/EDITOR: Robin C. AdamsFollow Harlan on Instagram: @theofficialharlanAbout Harlan:Harlan Friedman is a dynamic creative and influencer whose content blends engaging interviews with hip-hop, sports and film legends like Funkmaster Flex, Michael Strahan and Robert De Niro, collaborations with cultural icons, and behind-the-scenes glimpses into the worlds of music, fashion, film and sneaker culture. Known for capturing the vibrant energy of events and brand partnerships, Harlan's posts resonate with hip-hop enthusiasts and those passionate about the broader street culture, showcasing a unique influence across these spheres.

In this pisode, Sandy and Tricia chat about the simple joys of life, like the bliss of getting into bed after a long day and the satisfaction of taking off socks. They laugh about the overwhelming experience of shopping for new tennis shoes and the relentless online ads that follow. They also get excited about an upcoming Oprah Winfrey interview with Riley Keough, touching on Elvis Presley's legacy. The conversation wraps up with some light-hearted banter about gym etiquette and the importance of respecting shared spaces.Getting into Bed (00:00:00)Tricia shares the joy of laying down after a long day, emphasizing stress relief.Socks Off Relief (00:00:27)Sandy reveals his equivalent of stress relief: taking off socks at the end of the day.Shopping for Tennis Shoes (00:01:40)Sandy discusses her upcoming shopping experience for new tennis shoes and its craziness.Oprah's Upcoming Interview (00:02:01)Tricia teases an exciting interview with Oprah Winfrey and Riley Keough.Good News Website (00:02:27)Sandy mentions a new website, goodnews.com, focusing on positive stories.Riley Keough's Background (00:03:17)Tricia explains who Riley Keough is and the context of her upcoming interview with Oprah.Elvis Presley Mystique (00:05:20)Discussion about the intrigue surrounding Elvis Presley and his family's recent events.Designing Shoes (00:09:22)Sandy talks about designing her own shoes and the experience of customization.Skechers Dilemma (00:10:09)Sandy contemplates whether to buy Skechers tennis shoes and the stigma around them.Fungi on Feet (00:12:45)Tricia shares a surprising fact about the number of fungi living on our feet.Uber Safety Features (00:13:25)Sandy discusses new safety features introduced by Uber for drivers and passengers.Gym Etiquette Concerns (00:14:35)Sandy expresses his anxiety about gym etiquette and how to approach women while working out.Squatting Technique (00:16:20)Sandy witnesses a woman squatting incorrectly and debates whether to intervene.Mansplaining Fears (00:18:07)Sandy shares his concerns about being perceived as mansplaining when offering gym advice.Weekend Plans (00:19:10)Sandy mentions their weekend plans revolve around being a taxi service for their daughter.Upcoming Events and Homecoming Dance (00:19:20)Discussion about a friend's busy schedule and attending the homecoming dance after late nights.Concert Experience (00:19:35)Mention of a recent concert attended by Sandy featuring Faye Webster.Saturday Night Live's Milestone (00:19:44)Announcement of SNL's 50th season premiere with host Jean Smart and musical guest Jelly Roll.SNL Upcoming Hosts and Guests (00:20:16)Details on the impressive lineup of hosts and musical guests for upcoming SNL episodes.Jean Smart's Acting Career (00:20:35)Discussion about Jean Smart's previous roles, including her appearance on "Fraiser."SNL 50th Anniversary Special (00:21:10)Announcement of a three-hour primetime special to celebrate SNL's 50th anniversary in February.Jean Smart's Notable Roles (00:21:23)Recognition of Jean Smart's various roles in popular shows and movies.

Spooky Stories Of Church History Troy Fraiser from Revived Thoughts regales us with tales of things that go bump in the night of Church history. History is weird! Coincidences and unexplainable at times and not everything can be dismissed with a wave of a hand as you whistle past the graveyard. Spooky stories of Church history are out there and boy, are they out there. Helpful specters, witch doctors coming to faith, and magic detective Santa Claus. History is weird! Timeline: 00:00 - Introduction 00:15 - Spurgeon's Story Of A Preacher Saved By A Specter 05:14 - Don't Let The Enlightenment Kill Your Belief In The Paranormal 08:21 - The Witch Doctor Who Said Ooo Ee Oo Oo Ah, Your God Is So Big 09:53 - The Sorcerer's Fail Loved Spell Led Him To Christ 13:07 - The Spooky Story Of Detective Santa Claus Who Solved A Murder! 18:01 - The Magic Santa Robes 19:31 - The Haunted House Of John Wesley 22:10 - The Renowned Of History Are More Than Just One Moment But Are Characters 23:51 - Christians Are Those Who Should Love History The Most 25:10 - Where To See Ourselves In God's Story Of Church History 29:46 - The Work Of Revived Thoughts 33:15 - Conclusion LINKS Revived Thoughts Martyrs & Missionaries Revived Devos Revived Radio Revived Thoughts Facebook Revived Thoughts Twitter MissionQuest - Support The Frasiers Cave To The Cross On Revived Thoughts Jerome - Psalm 5 David Livingstone - The Holy Spirit Moses Dow - Fasting For An Evil Day John Clarke - The Desire For Life John Gill: Christ the Savior from the Storm John Newton: He Shakes the Heavens and the Earth Gregory of Nazianzus: The Shepherd's Heart Gregory of Nyssa: The Day Of Lights Thomas Aquinas: Praise and Dwell Within Us Joseph Parker: Secret Things  

Coincidences In Church History Patrick welcomes back Troy Fraiser from Revived Thoughts! History is weird and there are things that happen that Hollywood writers would be accused of bad storytelling for what actually happens. Troy brings us weird coincidences of Church history that includes a Chinese war, a woman with pants, Vikings, a meteorite, and beans! God as the ultimate Author has some amazing story. Next week - spooky stories of Church history! Timeline: 00:00 - Introduction 03:00 - Revived Thoughts Fun 06:29 - Why Care About Church History 18:29 - History Is So Weird, That Fiction Writers Would Call It Unbelievable 21:18 - A Chinese War Because Someone Shared The Gospel With One Person? 25:15 - The Too Coincidental Story of Joan Of Arc 30:05 - Christians In History Trusting God's Providence - Like Alfred The Great 35:49 - The Coincidence Of The Antioch Meteorite & Battle Victory Crusade 45:52 - Conclusion - Next Week - Spooky Church History Stories LINKS 00:58 - Episode 189 & Episode 190 06:48 - PeriapsisPress.com Revived Thoughts Martyrs & Missionaries Revived Devos Revived Radio Revived Thoughts Facebook Revived Thoughts Twitter MissionQuest - Support The Frasiers Cave To The Cross On Revived Thoughts Jerome - Psalm 5 David Livingstone - The Holy Spirit Moses Dow - Fasting For An Evil Day John Clarke - The Desire For Life John Gill: Christ the Savior from the Storm John Newton: He Shakes the Heavens and the Earth Gregory of Nazianzus: The Shepherd's Heart Gregory of Nyssa: The Day Of Lights Thomas Aquinas: Praise and Dwell Within Us Joseph Parker: Secret Things  

July 22-28, 1995 This week Ken welcomes comedian (his new special "Above Ground Comedian" is out now), Chris Martin to the show. Ken and Chris discuss being from the UK, Ken living in London, doing stand up, moving to LA, The New Adventures of Superman vs Lois and Clark, Cain-iacs, Dog Boys, softcore, Channel 5, Mario Lopez, snooker, Sunday UK TV, both you and your wife having their own remote control, Jack Lemon, walking on water, being good looking, Teri Hatcher, Brain Smasher: A Love Story, Lethal Weapon, Action police comedy, Baywatch, Beverly Hills Cop, the cost of living, bad residual checks, Misery, having half a lemon in warm water every morning, The George Carlin Show, Isaac Asimov, I Robot, Leonard Nimoy, The Outer Limits, how adult shows in the US are kids shows in the UK, Tim Allen, The Laugh Factory, Home Improvement, Fraiser, Niles, Party of Five, Dawson's Creek, Burke's Law, Carl Reiner, Spin City,  how massive Friends was, Fresh Prince, Matt Perry's death, Boy Meets World, California Dreams, Terminator, Demolition Man, and great character names. 

HALLE BERRY is that how you spell it It is for now. Fuck going online “That ain't part of my day” Shut up Drake, not now. You'll thank me later “If You're Reading This, It's Too Late” [HALLE BERRY is taking A VERY PAINFUL SHIT, clutching her *favorite OSCAR award-- Which one's her favorite? CUT TO: BEFORE HALLE BERRY looks over her OSCARS in the display cabinet, carefully scanning them, with a New York Times paper tucked under her left arm, sipping from the coffee cup in her right hand.] —I like this guy. The other OSCARS groan; they are often overlooked during this process. Come on! This guy! AGAIN!? UGH. CUT BACK TO: [HALLE BERRY clenches painfully, sweating audaciously—at the worst possible moment, her cellphone rings. ] WHAT THE—COME ON I THOUGHT I WAS IN AIRPLANE MODE. (I just found out The Illuminati can still make calls go through in airplane mode Or without cell service at all) wtf my phone is ringing. That's weird. You don't even— —I don't even have a phone. Right. (Seriously, my phone is disconnected. I didn't even pay my bill.) The fuck. [it's JIMMY FALLON] Damn. This dude has the worst possible timing ever. Like fucking ever. Always shows up at the worst —THE WORST MOMENT. [HALLE BERRY rejects the call. It rings again] WHAT THE— [She ignores the second call. A moment of subtly relaxed silence, until— [JIMMY FALLON appears in the ceiling window of the bathroom. HALLE BERRY SCREAMS, still fluting her OSCAR.] (Calmly, kind of) Hey, WHAT THE FUCK, JIMMY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I called first! I KNOW THAT— Went to voicemail. YOU SHOULDNT BE HERE. Just—calm down. NO. Look. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I'm not in your house, I'm outside your house. Technically. —yeah, but your FACE is in my house— —I hear that's the best part. —What?! Listen— Get out— No, look, listen— I need to borrow your Oscar. What?! For what?! That's not important. Oh really?! Yeah. It seems important. It's not that important Just—- What! Give it to me! [He snatches the OSCAR and tosses her his GRAMMY.] Just—trade me. What! What for?! Just—trust me— I do not— Just trust me—! WHAT! Congratulations. As you were. Kind of. WHAT—JIMMY— [She realizes the ridiculousness of her calling after him. She sits awkwardly with the Grammy in her lap, sighing] —he was my favorite… [SUDDENLY, though the other window Why does this bitch have so many windows in her bathroom that are this penetrate? For the sake of the joke, but probably not something any celebrity should have, are windows where anyone can enter your house from the outside. Fans are weird. CUT TO: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I LOVE YOU. CUT TO: What's this place. It's my house, Where are the windows? They don't exist. CUT BACK TO [DANE COOK appears through the opposite window.] YO. WHAT THE FUCK! Chill, Halle Berry. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I'm the guy who wrote this. You should have called first! Who do I look like, Jimmy Fallon?! NO. I LIKE HIS face. Huh. Is that what it is… I GUESS I DONT KNOW. —who are YOU—?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE— I am not in, technically— I DONT CARE! Ooh— Is that a Grammy award?! I didn't know you had a Grammy! Gimmie! [he snatches the Grammy] HEY! Is—what is this, for COMEDY?! FOR COMEDY?! WHY WASNT I MADE AWARE THAT THIS IS A THING?! I DONT KNOW, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK. It's not important. What. Anyway, thanks. Toodeloo. The Rock must have been buzzing in some sort of special way on this day; because for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had finally rearranged the remainder of my seemingly new surroundings— the miniature keurig, a status symbol, of course, looked handsom on the work desk— the cat tree seemed to match, though with no actual feesible monetary income, and no end in sight— the tree itself would have to be enough to lift my spirits. It was a nice cat tree, almost untouched and looking very brand new— though the couch had a few scratches, though easily hidden with the decorative use of a couple throws—at least I had a couch, and all that was left to accomplish before fully enjoying was to arrange an order of Freebreeze to rid it of its previous owner's dandruff smell, and general mismanagement—besides that, it was itself almost brand new as well, and it seemed a strange new world to wake up in, after sleeping in a nearly empty apartment for 6 months; there was 6 months left in my lease, and I was getting nervous that they would try to push me out—hopefully I would find someplace better, or at the very least higher up—with the same amenetire intact. Still, I was working as diligently as in could on organizing—at least the recordings, to put together the next group of projects as quickly as I could— nevermind the writing—and there was so, so much of it, I hadn't a clue what to do. I had been avoiding Rockefeller Plaza like the plague for quite sometime—it always made me nervous in a sort of way I didn't understand, in that I would pulsate and vibrate differently, and more often times than not was upset and concerned that I had yet to go to the top—a costly feat—nor could I afford to entertain or enjoy any of the amusements at the bottom—not that i wanted to, as the older I got, and especially the longer time spent in New York, the more of putting the public and large crowds were—particularly after a remarkably disgusting respiratory infection I caught on new years, battling a crowd which became impossible to move through at all—let alone see the ball drop—and I had learned my lesson, especially after The Macy's Day parade; the crowds in New York were disgustingly unbearable, and in order to get a good view of anything, you would have to arrive nearly a full day early, and simply camp—now I knew why people packed around collapsible lawn chairs on holiday weekends. I had been blindsided by Fallon towards the end of the Macy's day parade—I hadn't any clue at all that he apparentlyboarticipated annually, as it had been years since I had watched the parade myself with my parents—and still, it was iconic—I always wanted to go. Still, and even though I had only written very little of him up to that point, I found it disasterous that as his name was announced and the float which carried him and The Roots, the best late night band on Television, not by opinion, but by fact—as I had most recently been studying and researching as thoroughly as I could all of the late night hosts since the dawning of Television in preparation to write this pilot, The TV People, short handed to TVP—and just then I recalled a dream from the night before, about Pat Kirkpatrick—for the first time in the dream world, it wasn't Fallon at all, but Pat Kirkpatrick. I couldn't remember the dream, nor could I seemingly work myself out of the rut that had been the plateau in writing the show—the show itself was heavy, with so many characters, all of which each had been given detailed and specific personalities, livelihoods, and backgrounds—in fact, I hadn't written anything in such a way since college, with detail—actually, I had never written anything so detailed at all, so character oriented that the character analyses filled entire pages of documents with excruciating vividness, as if these people were real. Well, now they were—and Fallon was neither Patrick as I was Esha, and the story has taken its own form, still however birthing an incredibly awkward and romanticized fascination and near obsession with Fallon—not that I would feed it to be so. I blocked out the news outlets, the media, the alrogithm's suggestions to watch bits and pieces of Fallon, though, however, I refused, and somehow, I didn't need it. Fearfully so, he was somewhere lodged deep inside me—and I was even sort of embarrassed to have written some of the things I had of his essence, however prophetic it seemed to be, that for about a three week period between April and May, I seemed to have gone off into a trance of sorts, writing for hours and experiencing vivid visions of this show, The TV Prople, alongside writing The Festival Project ™ And all of its markers—there were so many worlds, so many ways throughout them—and now as I had realized, I had actually been writing about Fallon nearly as long as I had been writing about Sonny, but differently. I had never of course come face to face with Fallon as I had the latter—and still—found it somewhat nessecary to hide my face beneath a mask as his float passed my viwingbspace, an elevated view from the staircase of some church, which had happened to be perfect—and although I was certain it's not as if he was looking for me—I had just then been writing of this Cosmic Avenger, and hadn't any idea at the time of Fallon in reality having been an actual magician, and still— with cameras everywhere, and knowing even what I had written—I didn't want to be caught by any passing cameras with any sort of blush or worse—a smile on my face as the float passed— a smile which would flash my atrocious gap-tooth and crooked smile I was sure was permanent, by then having been in the homeless shelter nearly a year. As soon as his name was announced, I promptly pulled up my masked. I had already been caught on camera earlier in the parade gawking at some float—now was not the time to be caught gawking again. He, like Rob Lowe seemed impeccably professional and well-rehearsed, like a cartoon character— he was, after all, kind of a cartoon character, however now, even if it was partly due to my own writing, I took him more seriously. There was a darkness about him— a sometimes glassy-eyed, almost scary darkness that told me, even a world away not to fuck with this dude—some kind of animal or monster I was sure we both shared, however mine more the type and category of insatable and undernourished and his more peaking its head out in the form of a multi-millionaire network puppet, which housed an untamable powerhouse of musicianship, manhood, and wit— it's true, I was finally scared of him, knowing after all what the true tears of a clown could be, a dangerous man in a uniformed suit, the Everyman for the programmed masses, and the funny man with a jig to dance, a story to tell, and an indoor life— secret realm within I was sure no one knew. I fed the monster with respect to the home, happy wife, and children— I, after all, loved love, and only wanted it for myself, leaving alone the parts of a man I had found and was sure was broken enough to have left me puzzled and star studded rather than struck as I always was, tears welling up at the thought of it that something should be mended neither I or anything I was could not fix—I continued to write, however, knowing I was walking on glass barefoot and tiptoeing on eggshells around the mass media conglomerate of the network that stood between my feeble world and his, the higher ups— and bryknnd: it was, after all, a level system— and now with a beautifully decorated and fully apartment, besides my mistress on the floor instead of the space saving loft bed I had wanted—though it looked just right with the piano bench as a headboard, housing my crystals and new globe, plus a colorful collection of books I could crack open as I awoke to the morning light, no longer so early but increasingly later, as I shifted into the insomniatic habits of a true DJ and music producer, still writing and reading in the mornings, however— I had to wonder what level I was truly on. My apartment looked like a home. The decor was better than I could have imagined myself even, the tasteful furnishings and modern elegance shifting my reality— no longer an empty apartment, now a fashionable hub for art and creation. I assumed the car would come along in the winter, with any hopes that I would finish my albums by then—and also looming over me— my last life, and the people in in struggling to call up to me in this very ascended realm, which I was lucky to inhabit. ‘Thank you God for your many blessings' My wishes it seemed, had been granted— magic did indeed seem real, and though I had an Amazon return packaged and ready to go— there wasn't a time and place I could see myself as ready to even be near The Rock, some festering bulletwound in my heart, all that I had written, not just of Fallon, but of the rest of the people I had honored by word mark but had not yet the status or wealth to have ever known as human at all, but more products of the program; with intention, however, it was the path I had followed to be destined here somehow though small codes and doorways, signals and symbols which called to me and seemed only I could see—but were there in plain sight, and with the right eyes, had meant more than I ever dreamed anything could— open doors to a world I had indeed created myself, and in turn, the world in which I lived had also been created around me. I had to, in my mind, find the light inside all of whom I studied, to humanize myself—nurturing some fascination of fame and celebrity inside which still stood unanswered, the question of why and how one becomes so high up that without trying, that I might continue to find them in my mind's eye and in my world, on the outside, time after time. —tales of a superstar DJ. https://linktr.ee/codenameblu {Now You See Me} From Google: Charismatic magician Atlas (Jesse Eisenberg) leads a team of talented illusionists called the Four Horsemen. Atlas and his comrades mesmerize audiences with a pair of amazing magic shows that drain the bank accounts of the corrupt and funnel the money to audience members. A federal agent (Mark Ruffalo) and an Interpol detective (Mélanie Laurent) intend to rein in the Horsemen before their next caper, and they turn to Thaddeus (Morgan Freeman), a famous debunker, for help. No, not the google documents! GET IN THE HOLE. Hm. What. Blood Shower All along the watch tower Do you feel good? Do you? Do you feel bad about this. I do. I feel bad about this. I forgot to tell you– I should probably let you know that I just want to MAN, FUCK THIS DUDE. MA. WAHT. IT'S ON. WHAt. THE SHOW IS ON. THEWHAT. THE– *suddenly self aware* …I gotta get out of Boston. What, first this was about war, now it's about bird people? It's about a war WITH the bird people. I should sleep. Hahaha. No. This isn't funny anymore. At least it's over. MA– Oh, it's far from over. Yo, i'm going through some crazy shit right now. Spur of the moment I'd never thought of it; This is gonna take forever. I don't have the patience To even write this I just want french fries right now But been up for two days with no gym and I'm on a diet. GUAC TIME. No, no burritos. GUAC TIME. Oh shit, this is getting real as fuck . NOw i see it three ways. I love it. I hate it. HEY, LET ME OUT. GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SKRILLEX. I'M DILLON FRANCIS. IN THE HOLE. Check it out. Huh. It's another DJ. *agrees* Should we pick him up. WEll, the good news is: I found your friend. Oh, that's good. The bad news is: He's dead. Oh, that–'s … nice. Yeah. It is. Uh. Kaskade. Yeah. We gotta find Ryan. Why. What's up? You're freaking me out. Why. What's up. Nothing IS it my eyes? I– *wild ass eyes* Yeah, it's probably that. Fuck dude, what did you do to deadmau5. NOTHIN. He's not the same. What the fuck is that. Holy shit I jus timejumped Where the fuck are you going. How the fuck could this happen?! It COULDN'T. Well, that's it then. *shrugs* Well, I guess we're just gonna have to go dig up Dillon Francis. I guess so. Do you think he's still alive. Like, probably not– Maybe… No, probably not @prodbywar& @Halmadeit This amazon order took me nine hours Alexa, I think i should fire her Like a arm I don't leave at night without armor Don't make me a martyr Your mom will be proud of us all If i make it outta here And i'll look after her Got the whole block coming up on my heels as I walk Wtf is it… Idk dude. Is it speeding up? I…i think so. There's no way this is 140 IT's 140. It's 140 . There's no way. Yes way. Nah huh. Let me see. No. Let me at the decks. Let me at the decks. NO. YO LET ME AT THE DECKS. You want deks. Yes. I got deks. Really. yeus . I never listened to it like this In ableton I read serato, synesthesia and rekordbox I talk a lot, I'm like a human music box I walk a lot I run my mouth a mile a minute (faster than i run around the track reciting rap words) Like they're passwords. Oh, I could do this forever.. I wish i had i microphone right now And was all alone With the lights off Lying on the floor I'd be lying if i said I could afford you Just to fornicate But may consider playing with a foreigner If you're all for her I'm unnerved, you know Cause i've been up so long My monster likes to play with boys and Make the bass go down below where Nobody does anymore Once I get a hold of things Or the hang of it You've got another hot ones on your hands I've another record under my belt Or in my roster, Whatever you'd call it But now I've got no time to bark about Wanting a dog and a daughter But none of the responsibility or Going through all the trouble to find her a father I'm still holding a fart in. Reaally–cause–it's been a really long time. WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LONG TIME, JIMMY FALLON?? Um a lot! You literally just saw me make the journey all the way up from nothing. I am nothing EXACTLY. I don't have time to fight with you Jiimmy Fallon. I did NOT write these games by myself you know?! Um, excuse me– “GAMES” ?! YES, GAMES. Uh, I've only got one game with you in it, my friend. Is that so! One game that I've written with the Great–formerly LATE Jimmy Fallon. Is that like a play on words cause i'm on late night TV YOu'RE ON ALL THE TIME TV, JIMMY. NBC SHIT IS PRACTICALLY AUTOMATICALLY SYNDICATED. -_- …are you alright. –_-_-__-_ Hold on, I think i've got it Nice, I found a growler. yOu still haven't got all the monsters and sprites Ive got all the big ones, but the little ones are harder to catch. GrO0Wl3rrr. Aww. He's so ugly. Yeah, but cute, though, right. I don't think so. Gro)WwlErrrrrrrrr. Aww. That's so fucking gross. lol . so what does this thing look like. Well, that't the thing about the monsters and sprites. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. It's alright, it's alright–he's nice. WHAT. THAT'S A SPRITE. No, it's a monster. He's just scary. SUPACREE. David Bowie. What up. God, it took me ages to find you. Tell me about it. I'm still trying. We've been expecting you for a long time. You were expecting I'd die? Yes. So when she says she's “married to the music…” I'm married to the music. Oh, so. Yo, honestly if you een want to talk to this bitch, you'd better have like a musical instrument, or a mic in your hands, Otherwise– No, getawayfrom me. It's not even worth it. HI. –No. What's up? Tempo. SUNNI Cotour From the store I was poor Now i'm honorable In velour, Glamour (Snap) Forsure, Jesus Christs is making appearances in my abletons I'm not able to comprehend or understand exactly the message, But the evidence sire is mounting Get it Reached the temple, More of a sanctuary, Is that sacrilegious I guess it is, I'm stressed as ever Trying to get it together {Enter The Multiverse} Now I know too well, The well of tears on my guitar She's got a body like one Oh her curves But I just wonder what it like to be loved By stars Socialites and superstars They're Gods, you know How high up they are Above us And he lives in an ascended dimension, But he insists, he says Her transcendence is upon us He said Your transcendence is upon us He says these things, And then just vanishes So she gets up promptly Warms up yesterday's coffee Looks around in her coffin And wonders What for I just Wonder what it's like to be loved by stars Without double r's, you know I've got scars But it's mostly just Teardrops, and soft kisses On my guitar Cause, oh, Oli, I ain't got nobody— And nobody holds me Like I hold Oli (Could have been Ali, But of course— I had already lost that one A whole well of tears, I lost At his departure And a whole well more When I actually lost him I almost miss Having someone to talk to About anything and everything But I've got Oli And God now I've got Oli And Oli (oli) Is all that I've got Besides God That's the only contact In my Phone book No more double Ls And double entendres; No more double rs At all Just scars now No more metaphors. Honest is radical I like them cynical I should have clinical insanity by now But I'm only just an artist You can't help But can only harm that And if it hurts hard enough I'll put art on my walls Become permanent Storybooks all over my arms now My coat of arms now I've run Ten point 5 miles In the last 3 days; But if I rest today Will a motorcycle gang Have a parade outside of my window, To drive me crazy? I hope it rains, So they can't play these games with my head And the seeds that I planted So deep become daisies I still don't remember The way he rearranged me But these days I make my name sound So the way He can never say it Just imitates The way I hate myself I should be dating But expressions are Atrocious If I fall asleep— Who knows I may get Stolen That tends to happen So I'm All the way up And I'm swollen in ways That I hate to say “I love you” Love me back Or say it harder That's my martyrdom Come off the cross, for a moment, Would you for us? And bend over Or bow, if you will? If I did, Would you still call me wicked Or just a Good witch Since I'm a woman, I just couldn't be Jesus, Who you asked for once And always Who you asked for some To save you from your Credit reports And consorts Or some sort of Nonsense [famous last words] God don't speak much English, She says God don't speak much these days We were Always Telepathic That was way back then When Oedipus Rex Was on the Guest list I was standing at the coat check, asking Why I must take off my hat When entering the service To the bouncer, he says “That's just politics” I said, That's just politics We both said, What's the difference Then we all laughed —then we all just laughed and laughed Exchange is my favorite exchange Where my favorite exchanges Have happened for centuries Of engagements Endeared species, And races pieces haven't tasted the same Since I haven't had them Animal products And animal planet I found this hat on Discovery channel Did you want it? I can't stand it So I had to have it back I just had to use the bathroom I just had to disconnect From [] See— I don't even have to put the words in Cause a name is just words When that's a man You just can't have And that's the worse When that's a man And you can't have him What a habit. Silky rabbit. Now he's the Ace. All In A Day's Work I've never died before. Oh… that is terrifying. It sounds terrible. It's really not that bad. Why are you not writing this down? I just need a moment… It's really not that bad… I die all the time. I get sensory overload At Trader Joe's Look at the colors The clothes, This sure isn't queensborough Escalators for shopping carts I get it Manhattan I'll take my half BLVCK ass to the projects Where my kind are I don't belong here , God you're intolerant I like this part of town But I'm way too brown And I dropped my crown at the market I should be jealous of everyone But I have learned my place I've been a slave since Hollywood I lost my son to the devil Now I pay child support And terrorist follow me coughing I'm wrong just for being born ! You could start a war from it If that's what you wanted I'm a people watcher people watcher About to board the people mover People mover Slip, Here's the tell Slip, here's the tell I should have a bell around my neck I think she wanted a picture with papa I'm playin my own paparazzi Look mom, I bought a sacafagus There go them niggas with coughs again I been watching em Got binoculars I got oculus, for my oculars Look how hot he is, make me ovulate Man I gotta love it, Cause they love to hate Fucking racist crazies Have it your way I paid for it with my soul You hate but I love to love Somebody just got me fuckes up I don't have a book to run off of Shut up, honey. Now we're all up here Monkey in the middle Cause the middle one is weaker It's getting deeper and deeper Like the sinkhole that my sink is Let it sink in I've been syncing my secrets with demons In dreams sequences It's just a reparative injustice Kamasutra for your wondering words and stuff You can have it It's ruined anyway m Look at all this trash Look at all these classless classes Classwars, Racists. Everybody hates us The Asians, Latinx's The other niggas What being black is I'll write it in cursive It's just a curse, here So you can have it I'm moving to Heaven I'm packing my boxes I'm getting a cat, too! His name is Agustus He's a big one And I love him I just wanted a hug or a husband Instead I got nothing to trying my hardest And got for a bargain at target some coffee For being a targeted body All on an algorithm I guess I'm just useless. A dumb nigger demon Did I just offend you? Then you shouldn't be reading this either I wrote it for pleasure (Or pain) On the one Or the two Or the one Or the two I could do a lot with this $20. I could spend it all on Fuck all of you I'm moving to Heaven Where the heart it She's not harmless She's a terrorist— And I'll kill her, too Look how right she is Look how white she is, Huh Regardless of color It's a race war Lil biiiiitzzz Yooo, fuck New York. In every hole. In every crevice. Fuck this place. It's racist— Not just cause I'm black. Like statistically. It took a whole ass apartment elsesrch to feature this out. I was like “I wanna live in Manhattan” Everyone was like “NOOOOOOOO—-“ Haha “Nooo, no.” I was like “Why not?” The blacks were like: HAHA The whites were like— *COUGHS OBNOXIOUSLY* New York is so racist. It is statistically the most diverse—and most segregated city in the nation At the same time. WHAT. How do you even DO that? But it's true, at this point, the black people are like—fuck this, we'll just stay over here, and over here. And the rich whites are like YES. KEEP THAT SHIT, OVER THERE. Cause if you've ever been to the ghetto. It's some SHIT, It is NOT COOL. I finally got my ‘night card' back. Had it revoked in california . I was almost a whole valley girl. I still eat exclusively at Whole Foods. Trader Joe's. But NO. Now i live in the hood. It's fucking disgusting. I can say ‘nigga' again. Cause it's NIGGAS. Lots of niggas. I'm telling you. It's night and day! The white folks trains smell like bleach— Ammonia. The black folks train smell like a McDonald's. WHAT. Or just— Vomit. I can actually count the number of times just— Vomit—- On the train. Or. Dookie. Yes. Human feces. But I'm ready to go to midtown and it's like the train that goes around Disneyland. Families! People singing! Hey—cotton candy!! —and I didn't have to pick it! Haha! Fuck New York. Racist ass HOLE. I thought surely the next presidential election was one or two years out, but the racial tensions which had been rising became even more pronounced, as I realized that November was theboncoming time—and that they hostility between the whites and the blacks had once again been a result as the oncoming war, fueled onward—that the hatred, disgust, and general aggression of the whites had been of course, in the midsts of yet another Trump-fueled political upheaval, and I wondered why and how at all I had been caught in such a world that existed in form of man, of course, now proven himself to be the weaker sex, and yet in that of dominance, as was arranged in such an unholy war, to be the helm of power by sheer greed— now it seemed that these attacks were indeed political terrorism, and that these motorcyclists, my placement close to the ground level, and my neighbor's clammorings were specific attacks, after my identity had been varied to be that of the same in which I had once held political ambition, now none of which I assumed mattered at all. Perhaps I needed something more certain than a 12 story jump or suicide by train, and wondered as to whether it would be easy enough to kill myself bh self inflicted gunshot—a sure thing for certain, as love has been lost in the way of money at all. At that party…or rather, kind of—after. That acid that never hit Beyoncé I don't feel it. Man, I'm a terrible influence(r) Just take it. Nah, I'm good— PUSSY. -_- Give me three. K. —suddenly hits BEYONCÉ. BEYONCÉ …I got this. [BEYONCE] however, does not Ohh, shit. — “got this.” A very stranded, very sober Johnny depp stumbles upon what appears to be a college frat party, where the only thing they have is light beer, and nobody even recognizes him as a celebrity, because the attendees are all gen z What's even after gen z? The fucking apocalypse. Anyway. The acid hits Beyoncé on her way to make coffee, which extends the trip from the living room to the kitchen infinitely. Multidimensional Anne Hathaway hulks the fuck out and saves the day by ruining everything, which actually fixes everything— and *spoiler* helps Jesus to remain as the king of kings at beer pong. Lol In the late 90s in New York City, the keystone cast of Saturday night live learns of each other's formerly sexret psychic abilities, and uses the radio technologies of Rockefeller plaza to develop a research center for the telepathically gifted, eventually discovering and perfecting time travel. Supacree (the kid version) appears in and out of her ideal and desired realities, baffling ‘the Hollywood people' and later ‘the New York people', becoming the legendary central figure of the Illuminati, as the original timepiece — a pyramid shaped extra terrestrial vehicle which contains an ascended hyper conciousness, which I can't remember how it goes, did the supacree leave to find the Skrillex, or was it the other way around? I think it was both ways at some point, but the whole thing was this, just in case I never wrote it but just saw— These space god (humanoid evolved) are some kind of scientists/ doctors— there are four timepieces, each representing an era upon our planet; earth, which is distant but sacred— these four time pieces each depart their given “docs” in time to appear on earth at specific Fuck this is hard to explain Times in history, at which the first worlds, or previous human eras were known to have been destroyed— these time pieces travel through time space with the full record of these events in order to alert the current human era of its imminent doom, as an attempt to prevent such disasterous events, typically war, which will lead to the annihilation of the human species; these Gods, one male and one female, a king and queen, a married couple are the rules of the humankind, technically worshiped as a whole as one God, with whom the human design was modeled after, however, the true source of all things is the cosmos, known and unknown, in its totality—neither man or woman, but the force of creation. Anyway, what else is happening Oh. All of the celebrities are stuck in— [the festival project] in some way, shape, or form until its creator finishes it—and though it in itself is infinite, its 'finishing' notates its eventual production, which lol. That never going to happen. Because. Let's face it. I'm scared of …rich people. Yeah, sure. Yeah. I'm scared of The effect of the race war, which has been to pit the white woman against the black woman, which allows and maintains the continuation of war mongering male dominance over the entire planet, which remains as a destructive force of greed, racism, and inequality. So why try? [EDITS] CONAN O'BRIEN Alright. If she hit Fallon, she's gonna come for one of us next. No, Conan—that's not how this works. WHAT—where did you come from!? When did you get here? JAY LENO This goes deeper than all of you can understand. WHAT the FUCK, man! When did you-/ —when did he get here? How did you do that?! How did you do that?! What are you, like, the same guy? Are you not all the same guy? [they shrug simultaneously and kind of just agree] Listen at this. Okay then. The enemy of your friend is my enemy. Oh…kay—and the enemy of my enemy—is my friend— That is correct. —so we're all friends here. That's right. Some special forces? Which forces? How special? [JENNIFER LOPEZ is still JENNY FROM THE BLOCK] Do I look like a fool to you? Uh— OOPS [a pre-fame Jennifer Lopez receives a drop full of diamonds instead of the usual; she has been granted access into the Illuminati, and becomes an overnight success.] This feels heavier than usual. Same as always. Hm. Are you sure. Yep. Hey, you're not the regular guy. Regular guy died. That makes sense. JENNIFER ANNISTON is inside of Ū Okay, grosss Not like that [lifting max weight] Okay. That was cool. Wow. Yeah, sure whatever. I am strong Yeah yeah, okay. Are you sure you want to be my size? Yep. JIMMY FALLON/SKRILLEX (we don't know actually which at this point) is also trapped inside of Ū Okay, gross! Yeah. SKRILLEX is in all of Ū. okay—actually, i'm okay with that, but That other guy?! [JIMMY FALLON] Yeah, he's weird. Also meanwhile, kind of— MARSHALL MATHERS has a closet cleaning service lol. Patrick is smooth as a motherfucker, you know. Every time his head is down on the desk like that, he takes a bump of coke. What?! Big uh! [Patrick takes bumps of cocaine in front of a live studio audience—every single night.] Woah! See. Goddamn. You gotta admire a guy like that. Jennifer Anniston is the weight on the cable tension machine Ooh. Psycho bitch devious methods new ludachris commercial All ya'll girls is toddlers I like long boards and longhairs Lawn mowers and lawn shares Aw hell nah, God forgot Cher I got the Blair witch project On Blair, I hope I scare you How dare you. Your girl looks like a naked mole rat. I got my soul back. You blue eyed bastards stole everything From the whole blacks, Hold that thought I'm at Whole Foods market throw in the Amazon algorithm off With marked dollars Look at God at Walmart On them rollbacks You old hacks are cackling I'm shackled to old habits Hold hands with me, rabbit I'm just a silly rapper really, are you? Maybe. Cut the verse of Reverse God Now I'm the devil I'm still lost in the Amazon cart I sharted all up in your pop tarts Before you warmed them up, pops Just for the sake of the art, Heart to heart, It's a war on love And the white girls won with nothin but Buckets of Whatever's up there I wouldn't know Cause I'm stuck job searching And running, Trying not to have a tummy So some gummy worm will love me First their sour, then they're sweet Then nobody, Trolli Holy moly I could use some more petroleum in the ocean! Said nobody But the globalists are performing your programming Which you're worshiping I put my eye on the dollar So I could watch you all Crumble and fall Don't you know The apocalypse is happening at the mall Of all the places How's that for a stream of consciousness, You salamander I asked Anandar back But I went past that chapter Have a chap Or a chapstick, for four times four dollars A bottle of water will cost you a fortune (But at least the drugs are in it) Get it It's recycled piss Distilled? Which is it, Mr,? The mystery box was literally lifted into My dinner from a fishery filled with nothing but niggers in it— I want a refund, before I catch that Fucking curse of poverty from — what'd you call it salmonellahallibut One hell of a cough from someone on the sidewalk But guess what? The devil's in your pocket or your palm, And that's the omen and the psalm rolled into one Cause God is awesome, But my mom is fuckin toxic And that's how I fuckin got here Blow my head off, Slit my wrists And write a song While jumping off a bit When all you need is money, But the world costs more than It's worth, and words are nothing But another fucking problem in your Google documents I look at my son and see a God, But half of Satan's in him, Oh man Robotics Lets be honest, I don't even know how to write this. Where's my sides?! WHERE'S MY SIDES. You don't get SIDES with this; It's just CHICKEN. I don't eat CHICKEN. It appears as though, however– You do. Ok, I gotta get off this playlist. I… i gotta . “The Wal*Mart Wars” Hm. … …………. …. *face* … no. No. l– What is this place. {After a wild night which apparently spiraled out of control, great , there goes my peace. Not forever, though, maybe. FUCK THIS PLACE. I HATE THIS PLACE. Everybody hates this place. But the album is called “I love New York” Yes, thats Technically How it's pronounced, though It's stylized like I _ NY Cause. EXT. MIDTOWN MANHATTAN. DAY Oh, wow, this is beautiful. THis is great. I love this place FUCK THE FEDS. CUT TO: EXT.Typically WHEREVER ELSE Anywhere ‘above' like 87th? Lets just call it 80th, be safe. BE SAFE! NIGGAZ. ah shit, i gotta go. BITCH– But lets just be honest, It's technically ‘above' But it's really [THE BRONX is a literal extension of the Underworld] Oh no. srsly tho. X_c Anyway. FUck man, Do you think i'll ever get good like that. Idk what equipment is this Hmm, lets see, that's approximately $8,000 USD of CDJs wow yep That's retarded Yep. And you still need a mixer. fukt. OKay, I would literally sell my soul for this. Consider it done. wait , really? YES. you earned it. Wait, I– What?! You earned it… Uh oh. Take care now. Shit. [BILLIE ELLISH is trapped inside WALMART] Uh oh. Fuck. what is this place. INT. WALMART. WHENEVER EMPLOYEESLAVES WHAT TIME IS IT. THERE'S NO WINDOWS IN HERE. That's not funny IT'S literally a synonym, we might as well make it a portemantau MEanwhile, in this other dimension, So that i don't offend anybody… Actually, you know what? Be offended. Quit that stupid fuckin shit and follow your dreams! Wait really? Wait, really? Sure! If you want! …i guess. AMERICA NO. INSTANT HOMELESSNESS ok , nvm. Damn. I know, right. wtf r u guys watching. Shut up. All Wal*Mart Employees are actually top secret government agents. x ∞ >.< (we'll just use Billie Ellish as the alternate, but really it could be Could it really? Shut UP, PLURNICORN. Wtf is a PLURNICORN We'll see. [Upon Realizing s/he is trapped in a mysterious place apparently extremely public Wait, you've never been to a Wal*Mart Before?! NO. I grew up in LA Rich as fuck And i've been famous since I was liike 12, Or something. Right. That is–kind of terrifying. LATER: WHY IS IT SNOWING INSIDE. WHERE'S THE EXIT. THEY HAVE GUNS?! oh wow, they have GUNS. WHY DO WE NEED GUNS! KA-BLAM. BECAUSE THEY HAVE GUNS. Bang-bang! Ptttttttttt—sttt. And they have guns. Actually, these are just– confetti cannons. *pop!* Lol “Possibly The Worst Show Ever the infinite rave continues on in Hell as everyone awaits the return of SŪPACREE- The Cosmic Avenger (Who Is NOT a DJ) and Sunnï Blū (who is a superstar rapper but also not a DJ) go back to back, buying time as the beacon to. Signal "The Supacree" is completed, battling the 10th dimensional DJ Ū, a super ninjas, for control of the decks. what else happened? idk. I CANT STOP DANCING. none of the DJs can find a pair of working headphones, and the sound guy is missing from the booth. "missing" YOU SHOT HIM. I THOUGHT IT WAS A TRANQ DART. {Enter The Multiverse} “TVP” Hazel is 6, turns 7 season 1 Season 7- 15 Man, I can't remember the other two kids names, I think the little boy is Ira but I might have named them all and forgotten, shit. Her sister, though is between 4 ½ and 5, they are technically “Irish twins”, and always fighting—they look very similar, however are not at all alike; Hazel is very much a daddy's girl, while her younger sister is a no-nonsense old soul with the tendency to cause trouble, not by being inquisitive or showy, as her sister often is, but rather by being quietly observant, and tends to dismiss both her parents, often isolating, or even dissappearing without notice, quietly and comfortably into her own world—as the series progresses, and though all of Patrick's children like their parents have showcased some kind of special ability or talent— Holy shit, give this kid a name-/ I thought I already named her, I just don't remember. That's true. It seems like they all had names. She is almost very typically, though showing signs of genius, even at the early age at the beginning of the series, a middle child, prone to upset almost too easily, but rather than acting out, is more likely to take her anger quietly; she shares her fathers deep brown eyes, dark hair, and though she looks otherwise very much like her sister, and later despises her father, is more inwardly and outwardly like him, though taking the side of her mother during their separation and divorce, oftentimes even lashing out at her father quite openly, and very vocally, as she grows into herself. “Ira”, (may have had another name earlier) is the youngest of three— as his third birthday approaches sometime during the first season. Great, now I gotta hide all those allegories so nobody can actually draw from this that Patrick— Where's his write up, anyway? That shit could go on for days. I have no idea why this catharsis is happening. I tried to sleep it off, I swear, but I still woke up like— At least mildly obsessive about this, for whatever reason. Hazel's 7 - Season Arc Hazel has the eyes, charm, and charisma for entertainment —she hopes to one day be as her father, an entertainer and performer, and will do almost anything for a laugh. She is often telling jokes, and is a people- pleaser. She is sickeningly cute, with golden hair and Hazel eyes, long eye lashes, and carries baby fat in her face, though she is rather average, neither heavy or plump, and however also not frail at all. She is inquisitive, smart, and busy, almost never idle-minded, and strong. Though sort of a Tom boy, she has been trained well to act with dignity, class, and feminine eloquence, much like her mother—but like her father, has a tendency to be crass, sometimes carelessly so, or even brutally honest—to her mother's disdain, but embraced wholesomely by other family members and adults, she's extremely funny and delightful, and very much unlike her mother, not a spoiled brat at all, often raising questions beyond her years about inequality, later wishing to attend a public school, and becoming quite the advocate for social justice and human rights in her later years, her final season shows a rebellious and sometimes even antagonistic Hazel, who later even favors Esha over her own mother as a parental figure, often confiding in her about things she can't and shouldn't share with her father, although her almost over the top admiration for her father has become the driving force and inspiration for her own endeavors in show business, much to her father's disdain, as she grows older, him becoming more protective of her, and especially within the oftentimes secretive nature of his actual placement and purpose in the business, and her rebellious nature and charm even force-feeding her into the industry, she is a bleeding heart for superstardom, and is often seen along what may be a path to fame, making Patrick's bleeding heart all the more aching, as though he and Catherine remain at odds throughout the series, he truly loves his children, even “the little sick one”, as he refers to the second child. Holy shit, what is this kid's name If I had the energy to go through my notes, I could know; but I don't. The city sickness has been sinking in from the noise of the obnoxious motorists and honestly, being out of protein is giving me muscle soreness, I'm in some sort of a bloated haze from eating almost nothing but carbs, and the fact that I haven't been with anyone in years is starting to circle like buzzards around my head, my heart has been literally screaming but overwhelming with this sense of calm, and though slipping into Patrick's sometimes erratic tendencies, for the most part I've been underwhelmed with society's expectations that I should get some kind of job, and somehow while working not lose focus on my own interests and projects—I hate [the strange modern behaviors of] most people, and everything costs too much money— my son might be going into foster care, or my ex husband is evil enough just to try to force my energy to worry about a problem he's created, and I really wanted to sleep into the afternoon with this lethargy, hoping that everything surrounding this series would just fall off, but it doesn't. I wake up often wishing I could just forget The Festival Project ™ , but the truth is, it just keeps writing itself, but in the very least, sometimes God gives me little presents that mean the very most to me— a chord organ that I thought was from the 80's, but is more likely from the 1960's— I love vintage stuff, and musical instruments, which only God could know, really—my fascination with history as if I'm still living it, and this, my sudden fascination and drive to write and complete just one series has been haunting me almost just as badly as anything else has, but especially ripping me apart—especially since I have motorcyclists ripping through my body as if it were some kind of disease that existed outside of me, so contagious that it began to sink in to my insanity and mental hygiene. I wondered if anybody else knew or cared about these creatures as much as I didn't—and in fact, I had never felt so much like Ali in the way that I didn't care if they, other “human beings” supposedly, all died tragically, and wondered why the walls and windows didn't keep out the sound of the outside world at all… The middle child begins writing secretly very early on, and is the first to be required more extensive therapy, (as suggested by the family's therapist) after her parent's separation and subsequent divorce. It is not long after she begins learning to read and write at all, that she begins also showing interests in art, asking for art lessons and to begin painting and art therapy, rather than the recommended Equine therapy— she often keeps things to herself, then returning to her hidden places at times when the family's dysfunction becomes uncomfortable and overstimulating, very often paining or reading during times of peace, and retreating to her safe places—sometimes under the stairs, into the attic, the treehouse, or even later, the family's barnyard, where she often keeps drawings, as she ages, later comics, sometimes caricatures of the things she absorbs through her own reality—and diaries, sometimes hidden in nooks and crannies and in places no one would think; a true prodigy and genius, though hidden from much the world, as she is often overlooked, however, her therapist begins unfolding her true reality, often times carrying over sessions and losing track of time, picking her brain or even conversations philosophically What's the therapists name? Doctor Robin She has to have a last name Well, she's a child's therapist, so she's Doctor Robin, but It seems like it starts with a T. We'll see. I just saw her anyway. I drifted off again, thinking about how wildly detailed this all was becoming, and wondered if there was a series of fictional books waiting to be written. There certainly could be, but my mind was reeling, freshly showered but still undressed, and not even wanting to think of going outside—and yet—I was out of water, and had learned that the drinking water from the fountains, especially in large quantities, had a tendency to make me sick—I hadn't yet eaten anything, and though the coffee was fresh, and my apartment was clean (which made me overtly overjoyed for some reason) smelling of Lemon Lysol and Bleach; with notes of a strong pot of organic fresh ground coffee, it seemed like I couldn't do much more than lay in bed writing this catastrophically interesting series—and it was interesting, which said volumes, considering I had always been picky about my TV watching, being that only ever did certain series catch my eyes or my ears, and those series were almost always—or always, always specifically well written, perfectly casted, and had the edge and draw of becoming an entire world within itself, which this series, though only a week or two old at best, in my heart and in my mind , was rampantly ravaging my own world, almost as if it had become of some importance to keep writing it, and never stop, and though Patrick was the forefigure, another broken male protagonist, the truth in the series was that the true heroes of this sometimes scarily violent drama, were its women—a story meant to be told with a diversified cast of creatures from all worlds and walks of life—Esha, of course, herself, a role that had been some recreation of myself, somehow, though so different that even primarily, I never did see myself as her, besides the onslaught of some otherworldly pain, visions of a scene recollected from some remarkable download, and it might have been once and for all that I had lost my mind, or my life, if I wasn't a writer—I was, somehow, though, after all, a writer. It had been a fasting day that could have and might have ended tragically anyway, and still the devil marked his mockery of my efforts by consistently flinging perfect bodied women everywhere that I went—though usually with ugly enough faces that I could see nothing but what a man was—uncaring for one thing over the other, a flawless representation of woman, represented in the current time with scantily clad fashion, almost painfully so—the insecurity of women becoming more apparent in the way she would appear, always almost begging to be near to me, with every perfection and complexion I hadn't—but at least I had a tendency to laugh at my own damage, often surmising that she, these demon creatures, hadn't any talent for this at all—which had turned the state of television into a near circus act; that alone urged me to continue writing the series, perhaps with a typewriter, due to the negligence of nepotism within the industry which often resulted in these pretty little creatures getting even further ahead by stealing works as such, and passing them on as their own originality almost so cruelly and without judgement—plagiarism, as it was called, but more accurately intent-to-kill the imminent threat of what had been said to be a minority becoming a more powerful force to flourish in entertainment however, as quickly as the visions had come, the thought of writing it without my phone became dauntingly impractical, and I scribbled only the most intense scenes and plot lines onto notebooks and scratch papers, keeping them as hidden from the algorithm as possible… lol the Al Gore Rhythm Ahahahahahahaha Was that the joke? Maybe. Idk. Maybe. Idk. Hm. Hmmmmm: What: Nothing. That actually might have been it. Really, was it? I will never know. That is kind of a good dad joke, though. And a good band name. Idk about that. My coffee was lukewarm enough so that I could taste its flavor, as I whittled away at whatever it was— The story was almost so beautifully being told in allegories and parables that it seemed a shame I may never be rich enough to buy fame, as it seemed that was the only way to become a star these days— and yet—it was more the wealth than the fame I wanted, I had realized, at all—the polished class of the Manhattanites drawing me out of Brooklyn and into some debauchery which was my own Grandiose thought form, that I could actually become, at the ripe old age of 31, some kind of superstar. ‘Why would I even want that, anyway?' I thought, interrupted painfully by who I'm sure was the same motorist, who seemed to do nothing but circle the block all day, and all night, doing nothing — and I wondered why he himself had decided not to do grub hub in a richer neighborhood, where money would more than likely come more easily. But really— I drifted off to a time where I wanted to ride a motorcycle myself, and the curiosity forced me to go online to check the price of what it might cost to have one. $5,000 for a decent bike, which would include a muffler as not to be so obnoxious and disturbing to others as these creatures had become to me— and I began doing the math on how long it would take to save $5,000 as if it would be possible to work some dead end job for any amount of time without spending money on anything else. It would take at least 5 months to earn enough for a motorcycle, which landed me directly back at “Not worth it”, and as horrible as it was, I did at the very least have a luxury apartment for at minimum the next 5 years, however, wanting still to move to Manhattan, Midtown specifically—or one of the quaint and quiet neighborhoods on the upper West Side. The neighborhood was going to hell, after some unworldly godless force had seemed to drop hundreds of thousands of rude and thoughtless third world workers onto the streets and buildings bordering the one I lived on, the neighborhood becoming more rough and less peaceful with trash and debris from the depression and congenital disease that was poverty, the collective unconsciousness of the masses colliding with my empathetic nature and oversensitivity to sound, especially awful sounds, such as the hundreds of motorcycles and hot rodded junk cars which only seeemed to move in a track around a four block radius, and had become a cancerous trigger of sorts, no authority figure seemed to much care about. I cared less and less each day to listen to music, since I wasn't making it the way I wanted to—and I had realized that the constant displeasure and unrest, the lack of peace had as much to do with the world outside as it did with the world within—and I began to see the disgusting obnoxious noise pollution outside my window as just an extension of man's abuse, ability to rape, torture, and kill, terrorize— the uncaring waging of war, control, and lack of true power; as no good and true man who wielded actual strengeth or true power in any way would continue to show such distructive action and carelessness for others around him— chaos, corruption, abuse, and misogyny was proving to be the downfall of all humankind, as patronaged by man, and, as I became doubtful of anyone's lack of understanding of this, especially as the immigrants themselves were often naturally pedophillic culturally and toxically abusive in nature, most migrants flocking from countries in which women's liberation or the protection of youth had not yet materialized into their understanding of conciousness and morality—the men were weak, unkind, and selfish—the women mere machines at their disposal—and however many there were, I could see that their children, the many of them, remained as the redeeming factor. Anyway, a political ploy for the ages of there ever was such a thing, the newest chapter in American greed and slavery, it only seemed like an extension of evil itself, and less of a coincidence with each growing day—each new person, another burden to the middle class taxpayer, another reason to inflate the cost of living—and all the more reason to continue to terrorize the American people into its own division, hatred, demise, and consumption. e. My faith, however, was unwavering—God was real, but these abusive and toxic creatures were pushing it further away with violent arrogance, and the inability to understand that God itself was the nature they continued to destroy. Robin Bennett Fine. “My name's —ahem— “Ron Sennet, and I ain't In it.” —did the say “don't” write a book about me? It's Not about him… Or something cute he used to say like that, I couldn't remember, but he had a bunch of cute little idioms that matched his name, and to the day, I still missed him — it was 11:15 PM exactly as I hung up the phone, after an unsuccessful attempt to reach 911, after realizing that the threat outside was maddening enough to be impossible to only be in my head, and after weeks of the excruciating noise, I finally called NYPD dispatch, much to my disdain, and of course magically, the noise seemed to disappear, but these abusive and toxic creatures were pushing it further away with violent arrogance, and the inability to understand that God itself was the nature they continued to destroy. Robin Bennett Fine. “My name's Jon Sennet, and I ain't In it.” Or something cute he used to say like that, I couldn't remember, but he had a bunch of cute little idioms that matched his name, and to the day, I still missed him — it was 11:15 PM exactly as I hung up the phone, after an unsuccessful attempt to reach 911, after realizing that the threat outside was maddening enough to be impossible to only be in my head, and after weeks of the excruciating noise, I finally called NYPD dispatch, much to my disdain, and of course magically, the noise seemed to disappear as soon as I had made the call, which infuriated me. It seemed as though the game in entirety to make me look or feel crazy, though I knew I wasn't—well, I was, but not without purpose or reason. I had been theorizing in energy exchange quite decisively making a mark for my alter, at which I asked to be designated the wisdom and truth of the light within the eye, desire, however never in mind, although I had been summoned in part due to the fact that wenwere somehow alike—I was in some ways besides and out of sorts with my set, sinking my teeth into the forced obsession as I unraveled any possibilities and plotline. Episode 01. Pilot An opportunity presents itself seemingly at random— the protagonist's hand is forced into a life changing ultimatum, putting his reuputation and family in danger. Already involved in an illegal gambling ring which operates out of a secret historical prohibition era speakeasy and some “light” drug mulling within its walls, however often extending even as dangerously close to his workplace, Patrick is propositioned to become an investor in the high end escort service, with which he hired and contracted his lover, Kandi, a “rescue” whom he supports in her exchange for exclusivity, to remain as her only client, however, although he begrudgingly declines, wishing not to be involved in anything much more than what he has already kept under the radar, he is intimidated and threatened by blackmail, his high profile becoming at stake—he then obliges to embark upon this new endeavor, the expansion of this establishment to include a warehouse, which houses a large scale brothel, and, able to use his social status to procure wealthy clientele, quickly becomes a power player within a ring of coveted elites, setting fire to his already inflated ego, and colliding with his intense and highly functional polyaddiction, which he has maintained since his youth, using his entertainment persona as an outlet, becoming a medium of excess, fame, and rampant wealth. Patrick is beloved by his peers, and is humbled often by his devoted fans and friends—proactively worshipped as a comic genius, a prodigy, and a revered successor to legendary frontmen— Okay, this is weird, because I started writing this before I even understood what I was writing at all… —specifically, the sixth successor, to his coveted role. I had written for Esha to be the seventh successor, as with the symbolism deeply and quite literally woven into the sometimes brutal framework of the series, which I had shorthanded to ‘TVP'…the world around me trailed off as my eyes blurred as they had been lately, and I wondered if I might be having some kind of stroke or something, as I was certainly some sort of out of body—the day had been strange, and I had given up on a run or a gym for the day, the motorcycles alone ravaging my energy, and whether I worked out or not, they were everpresent anyway. They were some sort of toxic, abusive force I just had to put up with, hoping it didn't upset my psychology so much that it ended me, though I had become quite odd as of recently, rambling more than usual and actually praying out loud, as my silent ones just didn't seem to be working—they were probably white supremacists, or in some way connected to some political terror group, but it didn't seem to matter. Someone liked torturing me, and it was becoming apparent that no matter much time I spent at the gym, this torture was going to persist. After a month long gym streak, at least going once a day to lift something, I rested, or rather, tried to rest, kind of— but my mind had been swirling with thoughts of a man I was certain by now I had made up—and writing the story of a man I was absolutely certain came from my mind, but in a way that it almost made no sense at all—as the more I looked into the world that I had already written about, the more I realized was accurate without first having known these things, and however cursed I might have been to even know such things, I decided to call it some sort of blessing instead. ‘God, I used to get so fucking high for days, and when I would come down, just crying and crying, eating Totinos or DiJorno and a bag of Bugles, I would watch Saturday Night Live for fucking hours, and I hated [Redacted]. I hated him.' Now I still hated [Redacted], but in a different way, and though really it was myself that was more like Patrick, he at the very least, for whatever reason, used to have his face—now, he was just Patrick, and [Redacted] was just [Redacted], and i knew entirely too much about it all, and about myself to be comfortable with it, but nothing was comfortable at all. I had written entire atrocities, novels, and all that was some conglomerate of nonsense which was the festival project, besides how insanely and innately prodigal it all was sometimes, my own words confusing me with a bizzare and asenine dysfunction, awe, actually, often as if someone else had written them, and although I was always at least sort of semi-concious while writing, the spells and cadences I would fall under were some sort of trance, and as I watched the Nirvana rehearsal from Saturday Night Live in 1992, long before [Redacted] or any of the rest of the — Was it Keystone? It was, the Keystone cast of SNL, but the first word my mind had jumped to was Hallmark, which—after referencing Google quickly for a fact check, also stood true. I was willing to admit, even now, though I had long lost interest in Saturday Nighy Live, or anything at all having to do with current events, that the [Redacted] era—or rather even, the Tina Fey era, a true role model, perhaps, and someone I favored over all of the performers I admired, or allowed myself to admire— the Golden Years of Saturday Night were the only years, for me that even mattered— trying to make sense of anything couldn't be done, but I at least had this new project birthed from it to think about. It would be hard to sit down at a taping of The View and not think about all I had written at all, and it would be impossible not to unfold the characters which had presented themselves, though slowly but surely, through the most vivid visions and insanely lucid dreams, as The TV People began to What if someone steals this out of my documents? That would be unwise…the best scenes are somewhere scribbled in my notebooks and random scraps of paper somewhere in my room…this series is almost nothing without those scenes—the elements with which the most painful scenes I had ever written, became word form. ‘I don't know why, but I feel so i

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Feb 15-21, 1997 This week Ken welcomes writer, comedian and man behind the new YouTube Comedy Special "Wallpaper", Adam Cayton-Holland. Ken and Adam discuss climate change, Colorado, David Letterman, Letterman's "I'm David F*&king Letterman" phase, serialized comedy, how Letterman invented Impractical Jokers, having nostalgia for 1997, the FINAL episode of The Monkees that was made in 1997, Tanya Harding, celebrity boxing, ice skating, Nancy Kerrigan, Hepcat, Sabado Gigante, Columbia House, buying things off TV, mail order, Those Who Can't, being replaced with Young Sheldon, Fast Times, the misnomer that is The Mandela Effect, Murphy Brown, Chicago Hope, how sometimes something isn't an "effect" you're just stupid, Singled Out, Tom Rhodes, Ren & Stimpy, Roseanne, Mad About You, Fraiser, Beverly Hills 90210, Party of Five, Friends, Martin Seinfeld, Living Single, A Different World, Comic Justice, Stormy Justice, Cheers, Ellen, too many hostage episodes, offending Roseanne, not understanding what "normal" means, and HBO's Monkey Business. 

The boys are back for season 2 as Owen Blackhurst, Seb White, James Bird and Tommy Stewart talk Seb's garage, James' curtains, Dennis Bergkamp, Louis van Gaal's trench coat, Kate Moss, a very important listener email, fighting in 4K, tables, ladders and chairs, Andrés Iniesta, Elton John, Guy Garvey, Graham Taylor, pintmen, Tommy as Manchester United chairman, Kendrick Lamar in Tettenhall, tattoos, Barry White brawling with Evangelos Marinakis, the Evertonian Richarlison family, Fraiser, Steven Gerrard, Lee Westwood, Tony Hawk, Limp Bizkit hoodies, Dan Burn, Yeovil, respecting the turf, Benni McCarthy, José Mourinho, FC Porto, the Fresh Prince, Graham Hunter, Wes Brown, Blackburn, Jesper Grønkjær, the gangster leagues, Sonic the Hedgehog, Sega Mega Drive, Seb as Scooby Doo, Alan Pardew, Mark Robins, surprise pints, walking football, Dimitar Dadatov, British radio abroad, FA Cup replays, nutmegs, red cards, Dial F for Football, Duolingo, Luke Littler, bad trains, varicose veins, food poisoning and somehow so much more.Get the latest issue of MUNDIAL Mag hereSign up for the The Hat-Trick NewsletterFollow MUNDIAL on Twitter - @mundialmagFollow MUNDIAL on Instagram - @mundialmag Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The state of pitching Velo vs Command Repeating the delivery, Japanese influence, sore arms Pitching inside- moving the plate- pitcher/catcher rapport Pablo Lopez Instincts Perry Hill and Jerry Dipoto

Welcome to Episode 64 of the Movement Logic podcast! In this episode, Laurel is joined by non-diet kettlebell coach Damali Fraiser to talk about what it means to be an inclusive kettlebell coach. We also discuss why a coach's life experience and skills (and not their body) are their real business card. Finally, we get into silly certification tests that limit diversity in an industry that desperately needs more of it.In this interview you will learn: Why kettlebells are excellent tools for cultivating strength, power, and endurance. How the shape of a kettlebell makes it uniquely effective for training stability and moving in multi-planar ways. What it means to be a non-diet kettlebell coach. What building body trust means, and how grasping at some ideal, future body can sabotage some people's ability to relate to and trust the body they currently have. What intersectionality is, and how understanding this concept can help us teach and coach in a way that is inclusive so that more people feel welcome in fitness. A critical look at a popular kettlebell certification system, StrongFirst, and a test they impose as a barrier to entry for certifying coaches—the 100 kettlebell snatches in 5 minutes test. How the fitness industrial complex negatively impacts folks who don't conform to societal ideals and what we can do about it.And more!Sign up here to get on the Wait List for our next Bone Density Course in October 2024!Reference links:Damali Fraiser's website

July 16-22, 1994 He was one of the very last in person guests pre-COVID, and this time he's back via satellite, please welcome writer of his second graphic novel, Youth Group (out 7/16/24 from First Second Books! Available for pre-order NOW!) , comic, and podcaster Jordan Morris back to the show. Ken and Jordan discuss NASA, Dave Thomas (Wendy's), Popeyes, KFC, In and Out Burger, when all cartoons became babies, Yo Yogi!, Jellystone, the most obscure Hanna Barbara characters, Ken's love of Frankenstein Jr., the impossible Impossibles, Sex with Cindy Crawford, the moon landing, Summer Shows, Sex in the 90s, House of Style, Steven Banks Show, paddy whacks, what Alec Baldwin watches, PBS Sitcoms, Yank Yucks, the "YouTube Thumbnail face", Pat Riley, TV Nation, the glory of the early teen years Summers, learning pop culture references, Hot Shots, The Mad Magazine phenom, Ren & Stimpy, the sweet Nicktoons, Rocko's Modern Life, Dream On, boobs on cable, Weekend at Bernie's II, MTV, Dead at 21, Good Morning Mr. Hitler, Vanessa Angel on Time Trax, unethical Anti-Gravity Belts, Chained Heat II, erotic Thrillers, Pam Anderson in Snapdragon, massive Tom Beringer fans, Blossom, Joey Lawrence's music career, music video drops, Michael Jackson Black or White, Ashton Drake's weird dolls, mold breaking, heist movies, Game Gear, Three Ninjas, Running Man, Tales from the Crypt, Arnold Schwarzenegger's directorial debut, William Hickey, Body Double, The Critic, Grace Under Fire, Seinfeld, In Living Color, Fraiser, Christmas in July, Pieces : It's Exactly What You Think It Is, AIDS calendars, Flashdance, Boogaloo Shrimp on Family Matters, Cliff Hanger, Terry O'Quinn, Samurais, and loving Hangin' with Mr. Cooper. 

This week Sam takes on the Kessel Run, I mean the Loop of Kon Garat when she joins her new alien friend Warrick for a Space Race. The episode where Sam is suddenly an adrenaline junkie even though we've never seen any proof of that before or since. While this episode is mostly just okay, the sports commentators are fantastic. Rachael thinks this episode could have been more interesting if Sam had been forced into the race against her will. Patrick Currie playing Eamon like he's the Niles to Warrick's Fraiser is amazing.  INSTAGRAM: SG_Rewatch THREADS: SG_Rewatch DISCORD: https://discord.gg/65kMPzBuaN EMAIL: woosgrewatch@gmail.com

Does America really run on Dunkin'? If not, what does run on Dunkin'? And what does America run on? Plus: Eric and Matt are handed a very-specific ultimatum from Tim at Against All Oddities. LAST CALL FOR MASCOTS! If you haven't yet, don't forget to enter the YDAFT Mascot bracket! Who should represent this cluster of a pod? Send us your suggestions!As always, you can submit your least pressing questions, local legends, definitive rankings, neighborhood group drama, and whatever else you want us to cover at youdidntaskforthis@gmail.com or @udidntaskpod on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. You can also leave us a voicemail on The Thoughtline at (410) 929-5329 and we might just play it on the show!

3oh!3! We got a good episode for yall today! Pokémon news? WE got it! Age of Empires news? WE got it! Naked Gun news? We got it! Unfortunately we also have news of more layoffs effecting the gaming industry. Meanwhile companies like Nvidia diversify and hit a $2trillion, yes with a T, market cap. Plus, is 6 seasons and a movie in danger?

We return to early cold war United States for the conclusion of Sentiment Inc.  Our hero Colin Fraiser is suspicious of Kennedy and his psychological clincal trials after his girlfriend left him for another man after attending one of Kennedy's trials.  Fraiser has discovered he is not the only one that this has happened too. Is it all connected?...You can support the channel via our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thewelltoldtaleBooks - (buying books from our Bookshop.org shop helps support this channel while also supporting local bookshops, at no cost to you):Books by our favourite authors - https://uk.bookshop.org/lists/the-well-told-taleOther books by Poul Anderson:Complete Psychotechnic League: https://uk.bookshop.org/a/9522/9781481482844Brain Wave: https://uk.bookshop.org/a/9522/9781504054553Sentiment Inc : https://uk.bookshop.org/a/9522/9781515405047I would like to thank my patrons: Joshua Clark, Maura Lee, Jane, John Bowles, Cade Norman, Matt Woodward, Kirsten Flores, Lori Scott, Cho Jinn and Douglas HarleySupport the show

Silvana and Tegan watch Season 4, Episode 5 "Divide and Conquer", and lament that they must watch yet another Anise/Freya episode. Thank goodness this is her last episode on the show; this poor actress was given such a bad character. Silvana and Tegan elaborate on how make-up is a no-win situation. Silvana really likes how this episode starts and ends, it's all the bits in between that the ladies do not like. There is a massive plot hole in this episode that involves pockets. They try to ship ALL the wrong people. They have updated their music library in Season 4! No more child's theme for lady friends! Yes, all wrong, Sophia.  Martouf dying at the end is the worst part! And how limited Fraiser is by Anise/Freya each time the Tok'ra come to the base.  Referenced Boob Armor Video Check us out on our Linktree.

Silvana and Tegan watch Season 4 episode 3 "Upgrades" where their Tok'ra allies finally offer technology to give them an edge over the goa'uld, but with a notable cost.  Both Silvana and Tegan are not big fans of Anise and the way Jack and Daniel act when she comes to the SGC. Anise brings technoology which accelerates everything about SG-1's (minus Teal'c) bodies and minds. She bulldozes Dr. Fraiser and Tegan has some issues with the methodology she uses in her human trial. Stargate really hits its stride here and the team dynamics really shine. Unfortunately, the hubris of human and Tok'ra-kind is really highlighted in this episode as well. Teal'c and Hammond are the stars of this episode. Did Anise know about the mission beforehand?  And how did Apophis rise to power again? Join the discussion on our Linktree.

Oscar Nominations, the Dune 2 opening, and Kingdom of Planet of the Apes top the movie talk; teen apes smoking cell phones like humans; Godzilla vs. King Kong stunt men fight each other on and off set; Eddy the Fraiser dogs and dead Geico geckoes fill up animal shelters; drunk incident at the wedding reception; used car lot for Maximum Overdrive cars; Brett gets high on a chocolate chip cookie.All episodes older than 6 months can be unlocked exclusively on improv4humans.com, ad-free. Sign up for one plan and get bonus scenes every week as well as tons of new content so you can learn the craft of improv yourself! If 40 people sign up from your town, Besser will come to YOU for a workshop.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this captivating episode of "Living the Red Life," host Rudy Mawer is joined by Roland Fraiser, a luminary in the field of business growth and development.Roland shares his extensive experience in mergers and acquisitions, providing listeners with valuable insights into how acquiring and merging companies can be a game-changer for business growth.---Key Topics Covered:Roland's Journey: Starting from real estate at 18, moving into raising capital, securities, and finally mastering mergers and acquisitions.Mindset Shift in Business: Rudy and Roland discuss the importance of mindset in business, emphasizing how a strategic shift can lead to significant growth and success.Growth through Mergers and Acquisitions: An exploration of how companies like Tesla, Apple, and Google have grown by acquiring other businesses, acquiring new capabilities, and expanding their product lines.Simplifying Business Challenges: Understanding how acquiring a working business can eliminate the challenges of starting from scratch, such as finding customers, building systems, and assembling a team.Advice for Entrepreneurs: Roland provides practical advice for those tired of working as employees or contractors, suggesting they acquire profitable businesses instead of starting new ones.Financing Acquisitions: Insights into financing the acquisition of businesses without personal capital or credit.Learning from Experience: Rudy shares his journey, including the complexities and lessons learned from his initial business ventures, leading to the development of a more streamlined approach to deals.---Key Takeaways:Leverage Acquisitions for Growth: Acquiring existing businesses can be more efficient and less risky than starting new ones.Mindset Matters: A strategic mindset shift can significantly impact your business's growth trajectory.Creative Financing: There are numerous ways to finance business acquisitions without personal investment or risk.Experience is Invaluable: Learning from early business experiences can lead to more effective and simplified business strategies.---Join Rudy Mawer and Roland Fraiser in this episode of "Living the Red Life" as they delve into the nuances of business growth through mergers and acquisitions, offering actionable insights for entrepreneurs and business owners looking to scale their operations.---Subscribe for more insightful episodes and join our community for ongoing discussions and updates!#LivingTheRedLife #BusinessGrowth #MergersAndAcquisitions #RudyMawerPodcast #RolandFraiser #Entrepreneurship #BusinessStrategy---Connect with Rudy Mawer:LinkedInInstagramFacebookTwitter

Its Nick's Nerd New Year once again! So we have Top 10's in gaming, TV and Film! And I don't think you can guess any of them. Plus we know that two major Nintendo figure heads have no plan on stopping in the gaming industry any time soon. Steamboat Willie is taking over the internet, and everything in between. We also have an Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom review, too bad it wont help WB overtake Disney or Universal at the box office.

Welcome to The B.A.R. (short for Banter, Ancedotes and Recollections) Podcast, where hosts Rush, Chris and Jon get together over a few drinks and reflect on getting older, memories with each other and so much more in these honest conversations between long time friends. Jon brings up showing his wife the trailer for the Winnie the Pooh horror movie and how that shocked her with it being one of her favorite cartoon/shows from her youth, and how The guys then delve into bands they bought albums of solely based on the album cover, without hearing a single note of music. Having ones identity tied to a singular type of music you listen to, and a different "Fraiser" reboot idea for good measure. Social Media Links:  Facebook: www.facebook.com/TheBARpod Instagram: www.instagram.com/thebarpod616 www.instagram.com/christopherbettley www.instagram.com/beardcoreog www.instagram.com/jbeatty616 Don't forget to Rate, Review, Subscribe wherever you listen to this show. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/brewspeakpod/support

Another day, another bombshell about Biden is a dud. US military funding for Ukraine has been depleted and Congress hasn't done anything about it. Fox "News" cut away from Trump during coverage of a hate rally to fact-check the many untruths spewed by the former guy about the 2020 election. A former Trump minion said Shitler looked bad at his last Iowa speech. Someone named Dough Burgum dropped from the 2024 GOP presidential primary. Man-baby contested Kevin McCarthy's claim that he couldn't eat after January 6th. A Florida Youth Pastor, who is not a drag queen, was busted transmitting harmful materials to minors. Fraiser star Kelsey Grammer is still a Trumpkin. Democratic Senator Fetterman called on corrupt Senator Bob Menendez to step down via a Cameo message from recently expelled Congressperson George Santos. While on the subject of Santos, the con man got super salty at his former colleagues in the House calling them bullies. A shark took the life of a paddleboarder in the Bahamas. Speaking of predators, Tucker Carlson's producer and right-hand man was accused of sexually assaulting a Fox News colleague.

Knowing what you do after an exit is key to avoiding the feeling of purposelessness. In this action-packed episode of the Dreamcatchers podcast, host Jerome Myers interviews serial entrepreneur and deal expert Roland Frasier. They discuss how Roland got his start in business at a young age in real estate and has gone on to do hundreds of profitable deals across many industries. Roland shares his philosophy that we all have a choice to take the pilot seat and decide our futures. He emphasizes the importance of having a "what's next?" lined up before exiting a business to avoid feeling lost. They also talk about how to learn deal-making, why most people only have one big entrepreneurial win, and how to look at buying companies themselves as the product after an exit. [00:00 - 09:59] Roland on Getting Started in Business & Online Started in real estate sales, securities, and insurance at a very young age Got into the online business helping out at real estate events Put out his first product offer without having created the product yet [10:00 - 18:38] Controlling Your Own Future You don't have to slowly "pay dues" - don't make an excuse not to advance We all have a choice in deciding and owning our futures, successes or failures How ultimatums make Roland defiant - will blow things up rather than surrender control Taking the pilot seat versus being a passenger in your own life [18:39 - 31:41] The Importance of Direct Knowledge to the Outcome You Want 80/20 experience vs education ratio behind his success Roland started self-educating through books on real estate, business biographies The hunger and drive to consume everything on a topic voraciously through books, mentors, doing deals [31:42 - 46:00] The Reality of Exiting Businesses Have a clear "what's next" lined up before exiting to avoid feeling purposeless The key is to create an exit while maintaining momentum No one talks about the risk of "going off the cliff" post-exit [46:01 - 53:01] Finding Fulfillment After the Exit Watch out for “What's Next: Finding Fulfillment After Your Exit” You have to go out and take action Closing words Tweetable Quotes: “If you've got the right mindset, then there's really nothing that you can't do if you apply yourself to it.” - Roland Fraiser  “It [‘paying dues'] is an excuse for people to be okay with getting stuck. I think it's a way to make yourself feel better about it. Not having the hunger, the drive, the skills, the competence to move up to the next level.” - Roland Fraiser "The exit will be very unfulfilling long term… if you don't know what's next.” - Roland Fraiser Connect with Roland! LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rolandfrasier/  Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/business-lunch/id1442654104  Website: https://epicnetwork.com/  Book: Business Wealth Without Risk by Roland Frasier & Jay Abraham Resources Mentioned Nothing Down How to Buy Real Estate with Little or No Money Down by Robert G. Allen The Surrender Experiment by Michael A. Singer The Art of the Deal by Donald J. J. Trump and Tony Schwartz  LEAVE A REVIEW + help someone who wants to explode their business growth by sharing this episode or click here to listen to our previous episodes.  Dreamcatchers is an inclusive organization that targets people's interest in being more instead of a certain demographic. We have people from all walks of life at many different ages. Find out more at www.itooktheredpill.co Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We drop the needle on Pluto TV's Car Chase channel, Daryl Hall sues John Oates -- details behind the baffling legal move. Alexis loves "Squid Game: The Challenge," and thought the "Frasier" reboot was too cheesy -- where are all the good comedy writers?! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We drop the needle on Pluto TV's Car Chase channel, Daryl Hall sues John Oates -- details behind the baffling legal move. Alexis loves "Squid Game: The Challenge," and thought the "Frasier" reboot was too cheesy -- where are all the good comedy writers?! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Nate, Andrew, and Jeff are here to talk about The Marvels, The Fraiser show, and the best of this week's comic on another Rad Raptor Radio!

We're giving thanks for an amazing show this week! We'll learn more about Monarch: Legacy of Monsters from Director Matt Shakman. He'll talk about his love for Godzilla, working with the dueling timelines and so much more. MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS IS NOW STREAMING ON APPLE TV+! Since it's Thanksgiving, of course we're talking about Eli Roth's Thanksgiving movie. One of the stars, Jenna Warren, joins us to talk about playing Yulia, but we won't spoil your dessert (or the movie.) Find out what it was like working with Eli Roth again, why she had so much fun with the cast and so much more. Plus, why are we talking about My Little Pony? IYKYK! THANKSGIVING IS NOW IN THEATERS FROM TRI-STAR AND SONY PICTURES! You can also hear our review of the sci-fi movie, The Creator, from 20th Century Studios. We'll also have a few quick thoughts on A Murder at the End of the World from FX on Hulu. Finally we'll dive into the latest Superman: Legacy casting news, a new driving force for the future of Star Wars, the Madame Web trailer and perhaps some surprising Fraiser news. We're filling your plate with nerdy goodness! Want seconds or maybe more? Go to https://linktr.ee/downandnerdypodcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On today's episode, we revisit Shortcomings, a.k.a that episode where Samantha fucks Charlotte's brother, Miranda dates a guy with a child, and Carrie has a fling with Justin Theroux (for the second time). Topics discussed include Mr. Theroux's Family Stone-adjacent family, the cursed Fraiser theme song, Chelsea's pitch for a Samantha-focused prequel series, premature ejaculation, Carrie's vintage Gucci handbag, and more!Today's episode is brought to you by Jenni Kayne. Find your forever pieces and get 15% off with promo code OUTFIT at jennikayne.com/OUTFIT! As well as,  Dipsea! Our listeners get an extended 30 day free trial when you go to DipseaStories.com/Outfit!Want to hear our thoughts about Julia Fox's memoir Down the Drain? Or Gen-X classic Reality Bites? Or Sofia Coppola's new book? Become a Patron! Patreon.com/EveryOutfitWant your call to be featured on a future hotline episode?  Call 323-486-6773

Screenwriter, Director, Producer, Author, and former MLB play by play man. To his credits are Cheers, M.A.S.H., Fraiser, The Simpsons Follow his podcast Hollywood and Levine

It's a heaping helping of tossed salad, scrambled eggs, and civil fraud here in Seattle. We give her 24 hours, Rep. Pramila Jayapal gives us the world. Lovett doesn't really get Seattle, so the audience uses Fraiser to help explain its appeal. Madeleine Smithberg talks Letterman, Stewart, Carson and French Onion Dip. And we do rapid fire rants, high notes, and a check in with the Batman to Seattle's Gotham: The Green Jacket Lady. Thank you, Moore Theatre! For a closed-captioned version of this episode, click here. For a transcript of this episode, please email transcripts@crooked.com and include the name of the podcast.

Topics in today's episode include:- Ted has had it- Fraiser reboot- Being nolstolgic for todayKLUCK SOCKS: https://www.ebay.com/itm/235087134804?mkcid=16&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-127632-2357-0&ssspo=XFR9rpo_Rhy&sssrc=4429486&ssuid=XFR9rpo_Rhy&var=&widget_ver=artemis&media=SMSSubscribe to Ted's Substack: https://kluck.substack.com/p/welcome-to-kluckstack?sd=pfOFFICIAL KLUCK SOUNDTRACKSPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4nwwGeszZXPAL2ZDbVhZ0e?si=10f8f33d7ef34b84APPLE: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/kluck-soundtrack/pl.u-PDb44lDIy1b4XdFollow us on the socials.Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kluckcastTwitter: https://twitter.com/kluckcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/kluckcast/

Braden Herrington and Davie Portman review WWE NXT from October 17th, 2023 featuring Dijak vs Baron Corbin vs Carmelo Hayes vs Trick Williams to determine the Number 1 Contender for the NXT Championship! Braden and Davie review the whole show, which included:Dijak vs Baron Corbin vs Carmelo Hayes (Number 1 Contenders Match for the NXT Championship)“Bada Bing Bada Boom” Tag Team Battle Royal (Number 1 Contenders Match for the NXT Tag Team Championship)Tegan Nox vs Lyra Valkyria Karmen Petrovic vs Jaida Parker (NXT Women's Breakout Tournament First Round Match)Kiana James vs ShotziBrinley Reece vs Arianna Grace (NXT Women's Breakout Tournament First Round Match)Plus Trick Williams is attacked backstage… but by who? More matches added to both weeks of Halloween HavocJade Cargill appearsThe BDE also chat about spooky season, the Logan Paul/Danis fight, the Fraiser reboot and more!Join our live NXT POST Shows every Tuesday night at YouTube.com/POSTWrestlingFollow more of Davie and Braden's work at Poisonrana.ca, with a weekly show covering everything in the world of wrestling, Shot in the Dark, and more!Tuesday: upNXT - WWE NXT POST Shows (POSTwrestling Feed & YouTube)Thursday: Shot in the Dark w/ John Siino (Poisonrana Podcast Feed)Friday: Reviews From The 6ix - Antichrist (2009) (Poisonrana Patreon Feed)Sunday: POISONRANA LIVE - Weekly Review Show (Poisonrana Podcast Feed)Last week's shows included The Mothman Prophecies, Friday The 13th Part 3, Eagles Don't Hunt Flies Ep1…and more!Only $5 for “Friend” tier to access all these shows and everything in the back catalogue! Movie reviews, PPV reviews and so much more!!! Patreon.com/PoisonranaPhoto Courtesy: WWEupNXT Theme by: Warren-D, PXCH and Shaheen AbdiSubscribe: https://www.postwrestling.com/subscribeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/702343790308154Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/PoisonranaYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@PoisonranaPodT-Shirts: https://www.prowrestlingtees.com/upnxtDiscuss: https://forum.postwrestling.comOur Sponsors:* Check out TickPick: https://www.tickpick.com/* Check out eBay: https://www.ebay.comAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

GREG TOOK SO PHOTOS THIS WEEKEND, THEN WE CHAT TV SHOWS, AND BUZZ BEER.

 The ComicBook Nation Crew breaks down all the big news from New York Comic-Con 2023, and then we review the new debuts for The Fall of the House of Usher and Fraiser! We also break down new episodes of Loki and Gen V and then discuss the week's biggest comics, so sit back and enjoy the show! To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Mark and Roger talked about a Seinfeld reunion. The Fraiser reboot is streaming, and Taylor swift's concert film has racked up over 100 million dollars in pre-sales.

Join Jay Kogen, former stand-up actor and award-winning comedy writer, as he shares his great stories from his decades in show business on his podcast, "Don't Be Alone with Jay Kogen." With a mission to fight disconnection in modern life, Jay invites funny, smart, and interesting guests to tackle life issues he's dealing with. From stand-ups to actors, writers to artists, Jay's guests are always entertaining. Tune in to Apple, Spotify, YouTube, or anywhere you get your podcasts to listen to "Don't Be Alone with Jay Kogen" and be prepared for some awkward but nice conversations.From Straw Hut Media

Graydon Carter is a Canadian who served as the editor of Vanity Fair from 1992 until 2017. As well as confounding the monthly magazine Spy. He currently heads the digital magazine Air Mail. We announce our LA and NY shows later this year, what your phone color says about you, a tale of two Olivia Rodrigo photoshoots, Taylor caught herself a manly man, why it's better to rent in France, a bunch of Air Mail stuff, defining the youth of important cities, his restaurant businesses over the years, how to run a physical newsstand in 2023, he makes fun of our tattoos for a bit, his thoughts on straight men dancing, he runs down his entire list of vintage cars, his neighborhood smells like zaza, a time when the world was at peace, television's Fraiser, his new documentary on Mr. Chow, and some of his favorite memoirs, and how they're influencing his own. twitter.com/AirMailWeekly twitter.com/donetodeath twitter.com/themjeans  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Comedian and host of Baby Geniuses Emily Heller is back on the pod talking about her time at UC Santa Cruz, going to an egg ranch, and Jordan conducts a Frasier quiz.Come see Jordan, Jesse, Go! live at the London Podcast Festival in London, England at on September 14th. Buy tickets now at MaximumFun.org/events.Go check out all of the delicious options at Nuts.com/jjgo. You'll receive a free gift and free shipping when you spend $29 or more!Go to ZipRecruiter.com/JJGO to try ZipRecruiter FOR FREE!