Podcasts about Galactica

Es diciembre, lo que significa que toca nuestro tradicional especial de Star Wars Stories, con anécdotas y secretos detrás de escena de la saga creada por George Lucas. En este episodio, un dato curioso sobre los stormtroopers de la trilogía original; la historia de como Yoda aprendió a pelear; Leigh Brackett - la primera guionista de Empire Strikes Back; y la vez que la CIA usó Star Wars para comunicarse con sus espías en territorio enemigo. Además, una RE: seña un poco particular del volumen tres de Star Wars: Visions. Con música de Snow Patrol, Scorpions, y Towa Tei. Próximo programa: Vivo de fin de año.

Britt-Marie und Patrick sind sowas von bereit für die zweite Staffel von **Battlestar Galactica**, nachdem Season 1 mit einem Cliffhanger für die Ewigkeit endete. Überraschenderweise steht das Schicksal von Commander Adama (Edward James Olmos) gar nicht im Mittelpunkt des Interesses, denn man muss sich außerdem um drölfzig weitere Handlungsstränge und Figuren kümmern. Zumindest einen der Co-Hosts macht das etwas fuchsig. Baltar und Starbuck kriegen auch kaum etwas zu tun. Sapperlot! Aber bevor es um BSG geht, müssen die beiden Trek-Heads ohnehin erst einmal ihrem Frust über spannungsgeladene TV-Zweiteiler aus den frühen 90er Jahren Luft machen ...

Cerramos la Nerdoteca de 2025 (¡el primer año!) como lo abrimos, con Marvel. En este caso, toca Captain America Vol. 9 #695, de 2017, por Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, Matthew Wilson, y Joe Caramagna. Después de la saga Secret Empire, donde fue suplantado por una versión maligna leal a HYDRA, Cap vuelve al camino a reconectarse con los estadounidenses de a pie, y de paso, pegarle a unos supremacistas blancos. Además, el ranking anual de lo que leímos juntos, y planes para 2026. Mirá el video (por favor, es lindo), o escuchá el audio donde sigas nuestro podcast: https://youtu.be/8Q1NbIYfwD4 Si te gusta, tiranos un mango por Cafecito desde Argentina o Ko-Fi desde Uruguay y el resto del mundo, los links están en bit.ly/perdidoseter. El año que viene veremos con que arrancamos, pero no esperen Nerdoeteca por un par de meses. #comics #superheroes #Marvel #CaptainAmerica

Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 5 Celebration: Some happy moments to cling to. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. October 5th, 2020. Dave and Liv spent the morning getting lumber and gate hardware. Other changes would take much longer to plan, and would need professionals to implement, but today they were putting in a gate between the backyards to facilitate caring for the chickens. And give more play space for Esme and Roscoe. He'd made no move to threaten the chickens. It took over an hour to tear out the boards from the section that would be a gate by the end of the day. Dave worked from Lupie's yard, while Liv worked from Dave's. Both were being careful to preserve the boards that were still in good condition. Those could be reused. If not today, then for another project. As they each pulled boards from the fences, Dave gained a view of Liv as she worked. Granted, he'd seen her working in the yard, or building things before. But back then, she was the young girl he helped guide to adulthood. Now, she was the young beauty that shared his bed in addition to his life. And god was she beautiful. He'd only appreciated her looks in an esoteric sense previously. 'Why yes, Livy is a lovely young lady' in response to another's comment or question. Things had changed. Knowing she'd be fence-building today, Liv had worn a sturdy bra that could keep her; assets from flopping all over the place. But pulling nails and tugging boards loose still had them moving under her denim shirt like two quarreling kittens. Her ass filled the seat of her jeans just right too; not a bubble butt, just nicely curved. Thank God she wore work jeans and not skinny jeans. Dave had enough blood in the wrong place without her jeans clinging to the silhouette of her legs. Man had to get some work done. They'd removed the pickets, trimmed the rails and the kickboard when Dave heard the sliding door. "It's lunch time you two," Lupie called out. "Knock off for a bit. Come in and get a sandwich and a drink." Dave brushed most of the saw dust off as he walked to the house. He kissed Lupie when he got to the door. Lupie returned it, but when he moved to press himself against her, she shoved him away. "Not 'til you've had a shower mister," she demanded. He chuckled. "Yes, dear." She just laughed. Melanie joined them. Her footfalls stopped, briefly, right behind him. Lupie and Liv looked at each other with knowing looks, but he didn't ask them or Mel why. She did have a quick, quiet conversation with Liv and Lupie as Dave headed out to finish. It was a short conversation as Olivia was not far behind. The next few hours were more physically demanding than the morning as Dave and Olivia dug new postholes, mixed cement, then filled the holes and placed the posts. Even so, the hardest part was adjusting the guidelines keeping the posts vertical until the cement set. Constantly adjusting the lengths of each line until the level red true seemed to take more time than all the other work. Now they had to give the cement at least a day to set before hanging the gate. Dave and Olivia secured their tools and left the work area neat before heading in. As Dave pulled back the sliding glass door he was tackled by a mass of flesh that he could tell by feel was female. Well, the only other bodies in the house were ladies, so that helped too. She was also very excited. A flash of red hair as kisses rained on him helped him identify Melanie as his enthusiastic paramour. He had to back pedal a few steps to keep the two of them from falling to the deck. "Get a room, ya slut," Olivia laughed. Melanie finally came up for air. "I don't need a room. Just this hot, sweaty man." She planted her lips firmly on Dave's as her hands sought out the hem of his shirt. She yanked it over his head swiftly, barely pausing her lips in their quest for more Dave. "Seriously? We're doing this right here?" Dave inquired. Mel nodded as she got her hands on Dave's belt. "The Esme rule," Liv interjected. "This isn't the couch." Liv laughed and rolled her eyes. "Lawyers and coders, always looking for the loophole. I think Esme's in the library studying. I'll make sure she stays there for a bit." She pulled the curtain closed after the glass door. Mel slowed her kissing, and moved from Dave's face to his shoulders as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She took care to kiss every curve of his modestly defined shoulder muscles. No, more like savored. Dave decided to start evening the score, and grabbed her t-shirt; one of his actually, with the logo "University of Mars"; and pulled it over her head. It made her pause and grin, but barely slowed her progressive kissing down his body and getting his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Mel immediately took him in her mouth, working him to full erection quickly before plunging her head up and down. Satisfied he was at maximum stiffness, she straddled him while pulling the gusset of her shorts and panties aside revealing her already wet slit, her labia flowering outward in readiness. Mel sank herself on to Dave in one motion, letting out a grunt as he filled her. She opened her eyes and lowered her torso to his, kissing fervently as she rocked her hips up and down and rubbing her tits along his chest. Both of them found this quite stimulating. Hands roamed, tongues tangled, lips meshed. They seemed to hit a plateau, until Dave rolled them over. He began thrusting long swift strokes, causing Melanie to moan and lift her legs upward in a 'v' shape. She clutched his back and lifted her pelvis. As his thrusting pace increased Mel's vocalization devolved into happy grunts. Her fingers rotated, digging her nails into him. "Oh! God Yes!" Melanie arched her back, finding her release. A few moments later, Dave cascaded over the cliff with her, triggering a second orgasm in her even as the first had barely descended its peak. Dave held still and Mel clung to him as she shook. He nuzzled the side of her face with his cheek. When her breathing slowed, she grabbed his head and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Mel had an enormous grin as the two separated and began fixing their clothes. October 6, 2020. "Why are you cooking dinner, Dave? I thought it was Mel's night." "She is making the house dinner conejita, but I am taking your mother on a date today. We'll probably be gone through dinner." Esme made a face. "Ew, gross. So you two will be feeding each other little bites and doing other cutesy stuff?" "Probably," Dave chuckled. He scooped out a small portion on the tip of a spoon and held it out for her. Esme gamely took a bite. She swallowed but made a face. "Ew, what was that? Something popped and was bitter, or pickle-y." "Capers. I like 'em. I think your mom might too. I get it if you're not a fan." "Not. Most definitely not." Esme watched as Dave packed the container into a bag with sliced bread, several water bottles, a container of homemade whipped cream, and a box of strawberries from the greenhouse. As Dave stood, re-evaluating his packing, Esme spoke again. "It's not like I don't know what's going on around here. Ya'll get kinda loud sometimes. I know, I know 'I'm too young to talk about these things', but seriously it's a basic part of life as an adult right?" "I won't go sticking my nose in," she continued, "and yeah, I don't want to see it going on, but you don't have to walk on eggshells around me." "Oh, seriously though? We should get more candles or something, 'cuz something about that gets kinda funky afterwards. I've gone into the master bedroom to talk to mom a few times and, Wow dude. I can tell which mornings you get lucky. Or they do." "The way y'all act it's like you're both sure you got more out of it than the other, or more than you deserve or something. At least you're all happy. All though, yeah, sometimes if too many of you are walking around dreamy faced it gets kinda suspense film creepy." "Seriously though? I'm really happy for mom. And Becca. Mom's been lonely for a long time, and Becca spent about half the year looking like her heart had been ripped out. They are way better now than they were. I haven't seen mom this happy in; ever. And Becca is as bouncy happy as she's ever been. So yeah, whatever weird stuff is happening, is fine with me. I'd rather not see it though. Or hear it. Or smell it." After laying out the blanket for the two of them, the first thing Dave pulled out of the basket was an MP3 player. "You could have just used your phone, papi. Why go old school?" "Because this has more memory than my phone mi luz." Lupie chuckled lightly. "Your pronunciation is all wrong." She stepped in closer, their faces inches apart. "But your delivery is all right." They kissed softly, holding each other loosely. The romantic appetizer lasted a minute or so before they settled down to the blanket. Lupie smirked, one eyebrow cocked as Dave adjusted the position of the music player. "Well, it's not like I brought out a Walkman." "Don't you mean a Discman?" "Discman came a decade later. The Walkman was in the eighties, and it used cassettes." "Old man," Lupie smirked. "So I shouldn't tell you about my parents' blue panel van with an eight track player back in the seventies?" Lupie laughed. "Sometimes it's hard to remember you really are that much older than me. But when I do, it's a good thing. I have an appreciation for age and wisdom." She leaned in to plant a warm, lingering kiss on his lips. Dave rolled his eyes. "On a date with a thirty two year old and I'm still robbing the cradle." "Umm, you can rock this cradle all day long, papi," she purred. They bantered for a bit as Dave put together the chicken salad sandwiches, and grew quiet as they ate. Lupie did appreciate the capers, and the celery seed. As they were feeding strawberries to each other (after dipping them into some whipped cream lightly laced with rum) 'Brown-Eyed Girl' came on; the Jimmy Buffett version with steel drums. Dave swayed with the rhythm as he offered a strawberry to Lupie. As it got to the later lyric '; making love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you, my brown-eyed girl; ' Dave wiggled his eyebrows. Lupie giggled at first, then realized he wasn't just being silly. "David, no! Out here, where anyone can see us?!" "Loops, there's a row of tall bushes between us and the path. If someone is out getting some exercise, they'll never know we're here." "You have a way of making me loud, mi amor," Lupie beamed. "Then we'll take it nice and slow, darling," Dave said as he buzzed his lips next to her ear. He took a firm hold of her tit, massaging it just how she liked. Lupie sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. They made out like teenagers before shucking his pants and boxers. Lupie surprised him with the revelation she hadn't worn any panties. She blushed at her own daring. Then they made love. Long, slow, passionate joining of two hearts giving and taking in unison. The sun had set long before they left. The temperature dropped with the sun, but holding each other close and making their own heat, they never noticed. October 8, 2020. Dave was in his office, wrestling with code for his game when Becca came in, with Kareena. He'd left the game on hiatus for a while, with bigger issues to deal with, and a suspicion that an erotic harem post-apocalyptic game may not be interesting any more, between the actual apocalypse happening and the 'addictive sperm' serum now running through women's veins. But, he had started the project, he wanted to finish. "Hey Dave, looks who's here!" Becca announced. Dave looked up and was immediately confused. "Are they waiting for me to come down and sign?" "Oh, no, they said since I was one of your partners, I could sign." "Hello Dave." Kareena's entangled fingers wouldn't stop moving. Her shoulders were rounded, pulled inward and down. Her feet shifted. Her deep brown eyes wouldn't rise above his knees. Dave motioned her to a chair. "You seem worried. Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes." Her eyes flicked up to his for just a moment, before dropping again. "It's just different from what I'm used to, what I expected for my life for several years. But I want a change. And I was relieved when the match system said we were eighty three percent compatible. I was worried it would be a lot less." Dave motioned for her to take a seat. "So, how are you feeling?" Reena blushed at the implication. "I'm okay. Not antsy like they said would happen, but it hasn't been too terribly long just yet. I mean, I could right now if you want to." She rushed the last sentence out. "It's okay. This is a big step in life, bigger than society made it out to be in the past couple decades." Dave paused for a minute. He caught Becca's eye then cocked his head towards the door. She took the hint and left, pulling the door shut. "It's just the two of us now, face to face, with no one listening. Is there anything you want to say or ask?" Kareena looked at him, looked away, and back. "I don't want to be everybody's salon girl." Dave blinked and nodded his head. While he was waiting for her to continue, he took the time to notice her attire. It hadn't been his instinct in the past, not anything beyond 'That looks nice' in a sincere tone. He'd begun to learn that what a woman was wearing may be a clue to her general intent in a conversation. If in fact, she had dressed for him, and not some other purpose. In this case, it wasn't egotistical to believe Reena had dressed for him. Her orange half shirt played counterpoint to her lovely brown skin balanced between milk chocolate and sienna. Her tits stretched the top to pull ripples into the fabric. below her shirt, her smooth, flat, tummy bore no adornment. Neither did her lovely oval navel. Her jeans rode low on her hips, and were so tight they may well have been painted on. "I know I said I was good with that stuff, and I kinda am, at like, an amateur level, but I don't want to do that all the time. Like, just as a hobby, if something special is happening." She started tearing up as she talked. Dave reached out, taking her hand in his, gently. A gazed at her face until she met his eyes. "I didn't bring you here to do nails and hair a such. I brought you here because as a family, we agreed you would be a welcome addition. We all realize you are young, and still figuring out where you want to fit in the world. We did not expect you to fill in any particular house duty." He brushed a loose lock of raven black hair behind her ear, and received a smile. "When colleges re-open, take a few classes, see what interests you; " "My dad said since I wasn't going to accept an offer from the guy he wanted me to pair with, he was cutting me off. I don't think I'll be taking classes until after I can get a job to build up tuition money." Dave chuckled. "Family sticks together, Kareena. Jan and I both work for the community college, which can get you a tuition discount. Given that they've already forgiven all student loan debt, the government is probably going to fund all tuition, or most of it, going forward. And, well, there are four adults in this household with established careers and we've all been fairly careful with our money. You want college, you can get college." Reena relaxed a bit, but not entirely. "Also, there is a spread of skillsets among us. Sit and talk with each of us. Shadow us while we do our jobs. Get to know our fields of expertise. Well, the remote part anyway. Probably going to be awhile before you can actually go to our places of work, even once we can go back. Odds are, something will sound interesting, if not our exact jobs, something related. Worst case scenario, you learn a lot of what you don't want to do and get to know us more than you might want to." Reena giggled. It made Dave feel better, knowing he could rouse her out of her anxiety. He kept his eyes on her, smiling. Reena shifted in her chair and adjusted her leg position. "Dave?" "Yes?" "I think I'm ready now." Dave blinked for a moment. Two and a half weeks living in the new serum-world and it still took him a bit to register what she meant. "Oh. Um, are you sure?" She nodded. Her breathing was deeper than when she'd come in. Dave stood and reached a hand to her. She lifted her hand to his and stood. Reena followed Dave to the bedroom and stood, still and uncertain, as he closed the door. Turning from the door, he noticed her shaking. "Reena, this is only going to work if it's something you want to do." Panic washed over her face. "I want to, I do. I'm just a little scared." She licked her lips and tried to steady her breathing. "It's just; I, uh; well, Becca talked about how you, uh; do; things. It's never been like that before. I mean, both boyfriends that I've; been with; just kinda; did their thing and got off." Dave approached her. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. "I'm not the greatest lover, so I hope Becca didn't put me on too high a pedestal. I do take the time to pay attention to a woman's needs. That said, this first time, you're only going to get there when the first bit of my fluid hits you, and then again when I pop. I could be the greatest lover in the world, and nothing will get you to climax other than those two events the first time." Reena smiled warmly and laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I came here for the long term Dave. The short term is less important." After gathering her thoughts, she continued. "Just show me I matter to you, that's all I ask." Dave stroked his hand through her long, dark hair. He kissed the crown of Reena's head and ran his hands gently down her arms. He pulled her closer by the waist and she raised her head. Their lips met and each let their hands roam across the others' body. Kareena moaned into the kiss. Dave took that as encouragement and allowed his hands to rise to caress the sides of her luscious, sizable tits over top her shirt. She shuddered and pressed herself to him. Dave picked Reena up gently and seated her on the edge of the bed before joining her. He kissed her neck and nibbled her collarbone. Dave slipped his fingers under her top and lifted slowly, pulling his face back to allow her half shirt to pass. He dropped his face to kiss the upper slopes of her tits as his hands sought out the bra clasp in the back. He briefly recalled the mistake with Shawna, just as he found the interfering component. It yielded quickly to his touch and Reena shrugged off the straps, allowing the bra to slide to her legs and fall to the floor. Dave pulled his face back to admire the view. Even at what must be a D or E cup, her tits stood out proudly with the perkiness of youth. He locked eyes with her and latched her lips with a hungry kiss. Reena groaned with a hunger that matched his own. He placed his hands beside her tits, thumbs stroking the underside of the soft orbs enflaming his desire. Reena's breathing sped up with his caresses. She gasped as he took one dark brown nipple and areola in his mouth and suckled. "Oh, David; oh God, that feels good." She whimpered as he released her aroused nub, then hummed passionately as he engaged her mouth again with his own. As their tongues danced, he lowered her torso to the bed, her defiant bust yielding only slightly to the insistence of gravity as each hung off to the sides. Dave kissed down her cleavage and nipped and kissed about her abdomen before bringing his mouth to rest just above the button of her jeans. He looked up her body, between her tits. Only when she lifted her head to return his gaze did he unbutton her jeans and peel them back slightly as he began kissing the small exposed area of her pelvis. He half stood, still dallying his lips on her taut flesh as he moved himself around her knee to settle between her legs. He peeled her jeans down to her knees before pulling upwards, lifting her legs in the air and stripping her jeans off. He stood, bring the jeans clear of her feet, then caught her legs against his chest. If the look in her eyes and her rapid, deep breathing hadn't been enough to confirm her arousal, the warm, musky scent of her sex screamed it loudly. It was heady, rich, and inviting. He parted her elevated legs and slowly knelt, his eyes on hers, a lecherous smile on his face as he lowered it towards the lace panties covering her throbbing center. The black tracery woven through the garment gave accent to the richness of the red base. His face only inches from her sex, he paused, inhaling the scent of her, reveling in her arousal. He kissed her over top her tanga-style panties, applying just enough pressure to transmit the sensation from his lips to hers. Reena groaned, her hands reaching for his head. Dave looped his fingers through the sides of her panties and pulled them towards him, then up. She bent her legs at the knees to ease their removal and she hissed her assent. Understanding the actions of the serum now, better than he had previously, Dave took her engorged labia into his mouth, suckling at them as he probed her slit with his tongue. Reena cried out, arching her back, yearning for release. Satisfied she was as aroused and ready as the serum would allow, Dave half rose, keeping her knees on his shoulders and lifted her up the bed as he crawled on to it. With a firm purchase on the bed, He kissed her again and worked his hips to align his shaft with her entrance. With his tip lodged just inside her opening, she nodded to him, urgently. Dave steadily edged himself into her, her passage relaxed and accepting him. The warm moist tunnel held him firmly, stretching to accommodate his girth as he penetrated her fully. His tip pressed against the very top of her tunnel as his pelvis made contact with her clitoris. Dave began with a slow, gentle grinding action. Reena held his arms as he worked himself in her. Her breath suddenly caught before she howled and shook. Dave knew he must have leaked out the first bit of precum, triggering her priming orgasm. He held still while the ecstasy rebounded through her. It took her well over a minute to recover. She clasped her hands behind Dave's neck and kissed him fiercely as her legs locked behind the small of his back. "I'm yours now, forever. Work that thing in me and finish your claim." Her eyes were hungry, certain, and unyielding. With a smile, and his eyes locked on her, Dave worked his hips back and forth, plunging in and out of her. Reena grunted with each impact of his pelvis against hers, a look of joy on her face, her breathing growing ragged. Dave accelerated his motion as he felt himself building to the eruption they both needed. The yearning in Reena's eyes exhorted him onward until he felt the familiar tingle and let loose inside of her. Immediately, all of Reena's muscles contracted, seizing and spasming. Dave held still, embedded in her depths as he pulsed more and more of his essence into her. He held himself still as she writhed, giving some anchor to her flailing until she crumbled to the bed beneath him. "Imprinting; imprinting; imprinting;” October 13, 2020. Dave sat in the station chair, in cloth shorts only, working through a third set of butterflies. He actually preferred free weights, but he wanted to push himself hard today without bugging someone to spot him. He'd been cycling curls, chest presses, and butterflies. Though he went to free weights for the curls. Melanie came in as he was straining to get out the tenth rep. The slightly amused face she wore added into something else entirely as she spotted him bare but for a pair of shorts, glistening in sweat from forty minutes of strength training. Her breathing deepened, which drew Dave's eyes to her chest. He faltered, kept straining, but couldn't quite finish the rep. "Uh; um;” She shook her head and gathered her thoughts. "So, I caught our two youngest ladies messing around in your office. They're in the living room now. I think you should come talk." The smirk returned, though her eyes kept lingering on his sweaty abdomen. Dave was sure she was slipping a little extra sway in her hips as she walked ahead of him to the living room. He quickly checked his phone on the way, noting several texts, all from family members. Most of his family had denied the virus was real or that masks or lockdowns worked, so most of them were 'not responding' on social media. The few that remained had posted mournful bits on social media, still not acknowledging reality. Since he'd pointed out the absurdity of their positions before people started dying, he was now dead to them. Not really something that affected him much actually, since they lived three states away and never thought much of him in the first place. But why the fuck; ok, wow, yet a new level of hate texts? And why all of them, all of a sudden? Becca and Reena sat on opposite sides of the couch. Reena's eyes were downcast. She appeared to be on the verge of crying. Becca's lips were pressed into a flatline, her eyes not meeting Dave's. Dave cleared his throat. Becca looked briefly at him, then quickly away. Reena let out a small whimper and kept her eyes on the floor. "So y'all want to tell me what happened?" Becca finally met his gaze. "We were only trying to help." "Oh good, so many wonderful things have followed that statement." Dave took a seat between them and pulled them close. "How about dropping the preamble and just getting it out." "I broke into your computer and we used your Facebook profile to contact two women that show up in your feed a lot. We were going to contact a few others when Mel walked in. It took a while because we were trying to say something unique to each one." Becca monotoned. Then she perked up "we just thought since you requested some of us, you could request other women you already knew." If I blow my top, I'll not only hurt Becca whom I most definitely love but cause super skittish Reena to withdraw completely. The girl's trying to find herself a new place in life. Unless she's clearly reverting to past behavior I have got to treat her with kid gloves. Dave suddenly made a connection in his head. "Who were the two women you propositioned in my name?" "Janine Farkel and Mary Pharns" Dave's head lolled back as he chuckled. "Well, that would explain the texts I just red. Every woman on my mother's side still alive are royally pissed at me. None bothered to explain why, but went to great lengths delineating what an utter worthless beast I am." Becca looked at him confused. Reena did as well, though she was ready to start bawling again. He took a deep breath. "Janine Farkel is my cousin. Her mom and my mom are sisters." Becca rolled her eyes at their mistake. Reena looked like she wanted to bury her head in his shoulder, but wasn't sure she was allowed. "To be fair, I did think she was awfully cute when we were kids. But once I realized what romance was focused around, I was instantly aware that wasn't something you do with your cousin." That got Becca to give a small snort. Reena's frown almost became a grin. "Mary Pharns is Janine's niece, her older brother's daughter, making her my second cousin." Both girls groaned. "You know what you did wrong?" God, he shouldn't be talking like this with a sexual partner, yet the situation called for it. "I should have checked relationships before sending out a message?" Becca asked softly. Dave looked at her stonily. "You should not have used my social media profile without my permission. You should not have acted in my name, without consulting me first. You acted because you had the skills. Just because you can do a thing, it does not necessarily follow that you must do that thing." "Did you just use Star Trek 6 as a rebuke?" Becca said with narrowed eyes and mouth. "If the shoe fits, wear it." She rolled her eyes. Dave looked to Reena, on his other side. He bent his head down to hers, lifting her chin with the hand around her shoulder. Their lips met and he kissed her sweetly. They held the kiss, lips moving, but only that, for nearly a minute. When they broke, Reena batted her eyes and blushed. "Well, it's not a boring life." Dave observed. Both girls barked out a laugh and snuggled into him. "So Dave, um," Reena temporized, "is there anything we could do to; make it up to you?" Becca jumped in. "We've been talking about, maybe you know, both of us?" Dave's eyebrows rose. "Like maybe, you could; um; fill one of us up; and then the other one; uh; licks it out while you; uh; do it in her. So, there's this line of you and then both of us." "I'm willing to be the in-between one," Reena interjected. Becca's eyes betrayed her surprise. "That would be amazing. But only if you want to, and not as punishment. I don't want anything sexual to be punishment." Reena popped her head up. "Not actual punishment. Roleplay and BDSM are different. That's for mutual pleasure, with agreed upon boundaries." Reena relaxed against him again, nodding her head lightly. "I'll put out a message to my family members about what happened, including a tightly worded appreciation of the faith in me they displayed with their responses. After a few more days of bitching, that should keep them off my back for a good six months while they go back to savaging each other. Or whoever they've collectively deemed as 'other'." Dinner in the Belsus household had been moved back to accommodate Shawna's frequent shifts on the 5pm and 6pm broadcasts. Today, however, she'd taken the early morning duty and arrived home shortly after five. She found Dave in his office, staring at another set of lab instructions for the online physics offering he'd been instructed to develop. One month out from spring semester registration, he was supposed to have already submitted a final number for the course fee needed to cover any kits or supplies the school would require to accompany the course. "Dave?" He brought his head up and smiled when he saw her. "Hey Shawna. How long have you been standing there?" "Less than a minute." Her broad smile that fully engulfed her eyes pulled his brain out of its work fog. He saved his work and logged out. "We have about two hours before dinner's ready. What would you like to do?" "I could use a massage, if you're up for it." "Sure." Shawna took his hand and led him to an unused bedroom that had been converted to an alternate TV and game room. Not entirely unused. Shawna's work clothes were in the closet so she could dress before work without disturbing anyone in the master bedroom. On walking in, she picked up the remote and flipped through menus. "It's a shame they don't have Babylon 5 or original Galactica on streaming. How 'bout some TNG?" Dave nodded. Shawna setup an episode, then settled on the floor, placing herself between Dave's legs as he sat on the bed. Dave slipped his hands to her neck and began working his thumbs in the crease there. His fingers held the sides of her neck, mostly giving a base for the thumbs, but doing small motions on the flesh they contacted. Shawna let her head droop slightly. "Umm, I love feeling your hands on me, baby." She turned her head so she could see him out the corner of her eye. "Once you've got my neck nice and loose, feel free to; roam a bit." The lusty grin those words slipped out of punctuated her meaning. Dave chuckled and gave her a kiss on her cheek before she dropped her head loose again. Within the first minute, Dave could feel the tension in her and went to work helping her relax. He thoroughly massaged her scalp, taking care not to mess with her hairstyle. He massaged her forehead, then around her ears and jaw before descending to her neck. Once that was feeling loose, he moved down to her shoulders. He worked her upper back as well, working out the physical manifestations of the stresses she may or may not share later. She was already running the entire meteorology department for the station. The official promotion had not yet come through, but she was the one that all the folks in the department looked to for direction. She was the one the higher ups passed their instructions through. Every day had at least some stress. He rolled her neck in his hands, feeling the looseness that hadn't been there when he'd started. Satisfied the primary task was accomplished, he allowed his fingers to stretch down from her shoulders, caressing her front progressively lower from her collarbone. "Umm. uh-hmm." Dave slipped his hands under her silky blouse and directly stimulated the flesh just above the upper slopes of Shawna's tits. He carefully sought out a path that took his fingers down the sides of her tits, cupping them as he massaged them. Shawna sucked in a breath before saying "Oh, yes baby. God I love these hands." With his hands inside her shirt and bra, Dave deftly stroked her tits and nipples Until she stood and began stripping her clothes off. He matched her actions and the two fell to the bed naked, their hearts pounding. Shawna landed on top, but quickly rolled to put him above her. Taking his cue, Dave got his knees between her legs and made the connection they both sought. Excited as she was, he slipped himself in easily. They lost the need for words as he pumped in and out of her. Both roamed their hands and lips across the other, but the primary need was the stimulation below as she bucked her hips up to him and he thrust into her offered portal. The long, slow, burn of the massage had them both well on their way before they entangled themselves. Shawna lit off first, shuddering and moaning as they kissed, her body convulsing in the throes of a 'normal' orgasm. The actions of her inner muscles on his cock pushed Dave the last bit of his peak and he let loose within her, triggering a serum-induced orgasm even as her body was beginning to come down from the natural orgasm. They held each other close, panting, for several minutes. Another few minutes were spent kissing, until the unmistakable sounds of a dinner nearly ready intruded their thoughts. They dressed carefully, unrushed, but ready to move on to the next part of the evening. They descended the stairs holding hands and crossed the living room into the dining room. Esme passed them as they took seats, a bowl in her hands as she helped lay out dishes for the meal. Passing behind Shawna, Esme gave an audible, obvious sniff, then looked at Dave and shook her head. Chapter 7; Celebration. October 16, 2020. Dave's heart was handling the exertion just fine, only slightly elevated beyond his usual while doing this. His breathing was ragged though. He was having trouble finding his rhythm. And his legs felt like rubber. "Come on, Dave," Olivia said over her shoulder, "You can do better than this. Tell ya what, you beat me back to the house and I'll give you my ass tonight." She blew a kiss over her shoulder, then kicked hard. Roscoe let out a bark that was both happy and plaintive, then loped faster to keep pace. They were about a quarter mile from the house, nearing the end of their three mile run. Dave frequently ran five miles in a morning, but he'd slacked off gradually as his living situation changed. Last week he hadn't run at all. Having a woman's warm body snuggled up against him just made it that much harder to get out of bed and run. Multiple bodies pressed against him, each with its own unique, warm, fleshy wonder, made getting out of bed nearly impossible. Dave kicked out after Livy. He gained on her at first, but the view of her firm, muscular ass was just amazing. Dave decided it was worth it to keep the view and let her win. Anal would be fun to try, but they had their whole lives together. This view, now, this morning, gave him the satisfaction he was looking for. At the entrance to the driveway, they slowed to a walk. Arms over their heads, they walked circles in the driveway and yard. Roscoe, tongue out, huge canine grin, circled about them. Occasionally, he bumped his head against a thigh and got a pat on the head for his efforts. "For taking a week off, you didn't lose much ability. You let me win that." "Well, to be fair, watching your ass in those leggings is a reward all it's own." Dave took her in his arms and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and softly on the lips. He could feel her smile into the kiss. When he pulled back and her eyes reopened, he saw a lingering uncertainty in them. "This still has an undercurrent of weird, but a whole lot of wonderful. I sometimes get paranoid your dad's going to come around the corner and catch me kissing you." Olivia smacked his chest, then buried her face in it with a giggle. "I'm also amazed that I have this beautiful, intelligent, loving young woman in my life that has admired me for many years. A young woman I watched grow up, becoming one of the finest human beings I've ever had the privilege to know. And she chose me to live her life with." Olivia's hug on Dave squeezed tighter. She had her dream. Everything she ever wanted was right here. Then Dave's stomach rumbled. "Guess I better get my butt in the kitchen and feed my man." Dave rolled his eyes. "Sure," he said, with a pat on her ass as she turned towards the door, "get in that kitchen and cook my food woman." Olivia's only response was to wiggle her ass. Halfway to the door, she turned her head over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue, through a great big grin. She shrieked and ran, giggling, when Dave started to run towards her. The first order of business was to let Roscoe into the backyard, where he lapped water from his bowl before plopping onto the deck. Once in the kitchen, Dave snatched a bowl from the cupboard while Olivia pulled the egg carton from the fridge. Lupie's chickens did a fine job keeping up with the needs of Dave, Lupie, Becca, and Esme. Add Janice, Shawna, Olivia, and Melanie to the mix, and those chickens made a nice supplement, but would never keep up on their own. When Dave reached for the carton, Liv slapped his hand lightly. "I told you, I'm making breakfast for you. Take a seat." "Maybe I should just go take my shower now, and come down to a hot breakfast made by my hot babe." She threw an appreciative grin over her shoulder. "Maybe you should go find the sweat slut and give her what she wants." "She does like it without being sweaty too ya know." "Are you talking about Melanie?" came Janice's voice from the dining room entry. Soft and melodic, Dave would never get enough of those carefully crafted tones. "Gee, how'd you guess?" Dave gave her a gentle kiss in greeting. Janice hummed in the kiss, but kept their bodies separated. "I'm kinda in between Mel and Lupie here on this one. It's not my kink, and don't want to be pressed against you when you're all sweaty, but I'm not shoving you away when you look all manly and accomplished." Jan blushed lightly at the end of her statement. She let go of Dave to move to Liv's side at the counter. She watched Olivia crack the eggs one handed, then split the shell, still using one hand only, over the bowl to drain the egg out. "Hey, that's just how Dave taught me to do it." Olivia looked at her with a smile and a raised eyebrow. That caused Jan to laugh. "Okay, okay, for me it was just a few weeks ago. I take it you were, what, fourteen?" "Eight. Eight years old, standing on a step stool with one of the two greatest guys in the world standing beside me." Olivia said wistfully. Jan gave her a quick shoulder hug. "Can I do anything to help?" "Sure. I'm just going to scramble these with some seasoning. Maybe some toast or fruit? A little late to start bacon." Jan, with her head in the fridge called out, "We've got a package of pre-cooked breakfast sausage. Just need to be heated through." "Sounds good." "Hey Jan?" Dave asked. "While you're in there, can you grab me an apple or a pear?" Dave easily caught the pear she tossed his way and began eating it after polishing it on a dry spot on his shirt. "I can't seem to stop eating lately. I'm surprised I didn't gain weight the last few weeks. Eating more than usual, and little to no exercise." Tossing a lid on the skillet to keep the steam inside, Jan turned to Dave. "Little to no exercise? Dave, you have energetic sex at least twice a day, with three or four blowjobs or quickies as well. If you're denying your hunger and not eating, that would explain the; what, five pounds you lost?" "Hmm, hadn't weighed myself in a while. Too afraid the scale would just scream 'Get off me fatso!'" Olivia snorted, but immediately gave him a scowl that matched Jan's. "Dave," Jan said, "you are far from overweight. If you keep over restricting yourself by not accounting for your activity, you're going to hurt yourself, and us by extension. You should stash snacks in your office, so you can have something as soon as you get hungry." She paused for a moment. "Maybe we should get a small fridge for your office, to hold some snacks that would be better cold, or water bottles. You like your fruit and water cold." Just then, Dave's phone chimed the tone he'd set for texts from the ladies of the house. Looking down and unlocking, he saw it was from Shawna. Shawna Posted; It's official! I got the promotion! WFAA Chief Meteorologist Shawna Coulter! That's great! I'm proud of you! You put in a lot of work to get here, babe! Shawna Posted; a heart emoji. They even did a video call with Troy! He still wears those wonderfully dorky bowties! He congratulated me, said he's been watching, and he's proud I'm holding the department to a high standard of science and reporting! Then she posted a star-eyed emoji, smiling face with tear emoji You earned every bit of those accolades. Shawna Posted; face blowing a kiss emoji, It's just, oh my God, he's a legend around here, and well-regarded in the weather community! And then he's on a Zoom call, telling me I'm doing the station and profession proud! I remember watching him as a kid, hun. I can imagine the impact. You put years of work into this. Enjoy the fruits of victory, my love. Dave froze. The first time he'd used the 'L' word with Shawna, and it was by text! Dammit! In the silent minutes of self-recrimination, his phone chimed again. Shawna Posted; I love you too, David. "What's with the dopey-lovey grin, Dave?" Olivia's voice brought him back to the dining room as she sat a platter of scrambled eggs on a wooden trivet and centered it on the table. Jan came in and did likewise for a platter of sausage. "Shawna got the official promotion to Chief Meteorologist." "Hey, that's great!" Jan said, with Lupie chiming in as she entered with Esme. Mel came in a few steps behind. "Mel," Liv said, "could you grab the fruit tray and toast?" Mel nodded her agreement. Lupie shooed Esme to go help. "We should do something to celebrate Shawna's promotion." Lupie said. Heads nodded around the table. "She's got the six o'clock duty tonight, and they'll probably do some kind of cake thing there, so I wouldn't expect her home until after dinner." Jan supplied. "Tomorrow, she's going in for a few hours to give guidance and get some admin work done. No on-air duties though. She said she'd be home by two, maybe three at the latest. Oh, and she's not going in until ten at the earliest. She swore she was getting to sleep in." "How about a picnic in the park?" Melanie suggested. "The way she gets nostalgic talking about the smell of grass or the air from her storm chasing days, maybe she'd like that." "Hopefully sans storm," Liv said dryly. Mel stuck her tongue out in reply, then both giggled. "So, an early dinner tomorrow, after Shawna gets home. Let's figure out a menu and divide up duties." Lupie guided the ensuing short discussion. She tried to dissuade Dave from making a dish, again cajoling him that he should let them take care of such things. Dave pointed out that he enjoys cooking and seeing people enjoy his efforts. Shawna had shown an interest in his tomato-cucumber salad, and they did just pull in a fresh harvest of both. Then he got a little dirty. Would Lupie deny Shawna a dish she loved from someone she cared for on her celebration day? Okay, that was a little not cool, but he wanted to make something dammit. Lupie's look was by turns hurt and chagrined. "I'm sorry Lupie, that was over the line." Dave stood and walked to her chair. He took her hand and kissed it. "Please, I love to cook, and I feel like I'm getting shut out here. I love what you and the others cook too. And I understand your position about my role, leading the family. But please, step back once in a while and let me make a dish." Lupie got a saucy look in her eye. With a smile and a wink, she said, "Very well, you may work in my kitchen." Dave rolled his eyes, but as she stood to begin clearing the table, he swatted her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Eep!" She turned and buried her face in his chest. As she turned, he could see her face was as red as the tomatoes he'd use tomorrow. Just then, Becca and Reena stumbled in, bleary eyed and messy haired. They'd been working on some project and stayed up late, sleeping in a different bedroom. "Why don't you let Heckle and Jeckle here get their breakfast, and then let them clean up?" Lupie screwed up her face, ready to object, but both teens nodded their assent, Becca holding out a thumbs up as she flopped into a chair. Then Lupie mentioned Shawna's promotion and the planned party for tomorrow. Both girls livened up, huge grins on their faces. They leaned towards each other, speaking in quick whispers before pulling back and high-fiving. Whatever was going on had them completely awake with broad grins. "You girls care to share?" I asked. "Not yet, it's a surprise. A good one this time, promise." Becca flushed with remembered embarrassment from the 'hook Dave up' fiasco. Reena blushed as well, nodding agreement. Jan lay under Dave on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist. Since he was already sweaty, she thought she'd give it a try. Might as well, right? Try different ways? As Dave pumped in and out of her, he paused between kisses to study her face. "You are not feeling it are you?" "You, yes. The sweat, no. Sorry, David." Dave stopped his motions, beginning to pull out. "No, no, please. Finish in me. Then we can take a shower together, and maybe; my turn in the tub?" Dave was still working his way through individual dates with each lady, but they had added a twist. Each wanted a soak in the large, sea-shell shaped garden tub in the master bath. To make it special (they argued getting tub time with him made it special) he'd managed to personalize the experience with different settings. Lupie loved lavender, so he arranged lavender bath scents, two candles on the vanity, and four candles around the tub. Every time before, when Dave was near lavender, his eyes, nose, and mouth got itchy, so he took a dose of his strongest allergy meds (over the counter, but behind the pharmacy desk) half an hour before the bath time. It; didn't work. He didn't sneeze or have too much sinus irritation. But Lupie's time luxuriating as she leaned against him in the bath was cut short when she noticed red bumps all over his arms as they wrapped loosely around her. She was furious with Dave as she pushed him into the shower stall to wash off the offending aromatics. She pulled the plug on the bathtub and kicked on the fan before joining him. He was grateful when the steamy air got into his lungs. When Dave pledged to try again, Lupie pointedly suggested almond and vanilla. After that, all the ladies insisted on knowing what gave him allergic reactions. As far as scents go, they were relieved the only remaining problematic scents were eucalyptus and any form of mint. Mel was slightly bummed about the mint, but wasn't that attached to it. "The feeling of Dave going down on me vastly outweighs the pleasantness of a mint-scented bath." So after Dave finished, and a few minutes of snuggling, he got up to shower quickly. Adjusting the tub faucet to Janice's preferred temperature, he left it running. Then he pulled the special items for Janice from the one locked closet in the bathroom. The one he stashed all the special prep stuff for the ladies. Yes, they'd picked scents and lighting, but that's no reason to give away all the details. With the tub about half full, he drizzled a small, short stream of rose oil into the water with a slight sideways motion to help start the mixing process. The tub's curvature and the current due to the filling should do the rest. Next, he killed the lights. Jan wanted natural lighting, which is why they were doing this in the daytime. There was a large window that let light into the master bath. No one could see in from that direction, into an upstairs window anyway, so it was safe, even before the pandemic. As the tub neared full, Dave cut the water and sprinkled rose petals on the surface, around the tub margins, and then some on the floor. With his back to the door, he surveyed the scene to make sure it was right. Satisfied, he placed the partial bag of petals in the closet and locked it again. Then he stepped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He led Jan from the bed to the bathroom door and had her cover her eyes with her hands before opening the door. Jan walked slowly into the bathroom, marveling at the setup. As Dave joined her, she wrapped him in her arms and delivered a warm, passionate kiss. Then they climbed into the tub, Janice lying back against Dave's chest, as the two enjoyed the closeness without any overtly sexual play. It was a good morning. "Why do you smell like roses?" Reena asked as she lay curled into Dave's side on the laid-out recliner. "Because I gave Jan her couples tub time earlier and she likes a rose-scented bath." "So you're really working your way through romancing each of us personally?" "There's no other way. You are each unique. Different desires, different needs. I'll do my best to give you what makes you feel happy and accepted." "This is pretty good right here." The teen gave him a soft kiss. "I like Jan. She has good taste in bath scents. And men." Dave chuckled, giving her a soft squeeze in appreciation. They were in the living room, though no music or shows were playing. Just a quiet snuggle. Kareena wore cloth shorts and one of Dave's nerd shirts. This one looked like a computer's BSOD. Melanie cringed when she saw it on her way out the door earlier. Reena must have been wearing a bra, since her large tits were somewhat contained and her nipples were not poking through. Given her past behavior it was a 50/50 toss up whether she was wearing any kind of panties, but there was no outward indication either way, and this wasn't the kind of snuggle to facilitate an exploration to find out. "So I've been talking with Becca and Jan, and the others. I think I'd like to take some classes in the Spring?" "Why are you asking that like a question?" "I wanted to make sure you're okay with it." "Reena, we are partnered. We will spend the rest of our lives together, and eventually have kids together. I don't own you." Dave looked her straight in the eye for this part. "Sure, there are somethings you could choose to do that will impact all of us and therefore require some prior notice or approval. What schooling you pursue is not in that category. Now, if you're looking for advice, I'm here for you. It sounds to me like you've already gotten some from the others. And I happen to think highly of their opinions, so you should be good to go." Dave got a full kiss on the lips for that, with only a little tongue. "I'm going to go undeclared and just take some basic classes. Becca and I plan on taking composition and speech together. Not math or science. She really helped me through high school, but I'm not at her level and I don't want to hold her back. As soon as we can, I'll take the placement tests and hope I get into college math instead of remedial." Her face fell at the prospect of starting below college level. "Becca will probably get into precal or calc right from the start." "You'll do fine, no matter where you place. If you're really worried about it, talk to Jan. I have some math prep books around here. Take some time to brush up before your test." Dave kissed her nose. "Regardless of what course you place into, you'll need to set aside some study time. And fortunately, you have plenty of people in this house that can help. Becca of course, and me for math and science, Lupie's good with numbers and presentations, and management or decision making. What Jan doesn't know she knows how to find. Shawna would be great for math, science or public speaking, but she still has a full time job that keeps her out of the house eight hours a day at least, so she may be less available." Reena smiled. "Yeah, she's kind of a badass. Like she's so completely feminine lovey dovey with you, but work wise, she rules the roost and gets things done." "Feminine does not mean weak, baby doll." Over the past week or so, Reena had shown a preference for diminutive names and pseudo-possessive treatment. Dave suspected it was partially due to her high school relationships with jocks and trust fund boys, but he fed her what she asked for while making sure she still felt loved and appreciated. The caramel-skinned teen smiled back. "I know. But it's nice when you say that too." She paused to change direction back to the main topic. "I think I'd like to go into interior design. That would mean an associate's in, well, anything really, but business might be a good idea. Then a trade school for my focus classes. I thought about fashion for a while, but all that cutting and sewing sounds really annoying. Placing furniture and décor, choosing the right painting and lighting, that sounds challenging and fun." "I like the passion I hear in your voice. I'm right behind you. Just; don't ask me to tell the difference between jade and emerald." "They're totally different!" Dave chuckled and gave her another hug. "Hell, half the time, someone has to remind me that chartreuse is a green hue, not a red one." "Ugh!" Reena rolled her eyes and huffed. "Isn't this the same guy that cried at two different movies last night?" "Hey, anyone that doesn't cry when Goose dies is a heartless brute. Ditto for Spock." Dave pitched his voice slightly lower and made it raspy and slow. "I have been, and ever shall be; your friend." Reena smacked his chest, water rimming her eyes. The whole house had been on an 80's movie kick, with an emphasis on sci-fi, since that was beloved by Dave, Shawna, and Becca. Livy and Mel were mild fans of science fiction as well. Lupie, Jan, and Reena just wanted to understand their partners better. Reena had sobbed during Spock's death scene. Becca had earlier led Kareena through a few of the original Trek series, including 'Space Seed', 'Amok Time' and 'City on the Edge of Forever' to give her some context for the movies. Before either of them could continue the conversation, the front door opened. Melanie and Olivia came through with several bags straining from each hand. Reena and Dave rose, heading for the door as his two returning partners crossed to the dining room to set down their burdens. Two trips each emptied the car. Melanie and Reena set about getting the cold items stowed first, while Liv grabbed the bag from the sporting goods store and headed upstairs. Dave went to the garage for his tools before joining her. One room had been claimed by Mel and Liv as their own. Primarily just as a private space for the two of them, but of course for those times that privacy was a little more intimately desired. Carter's suspicion was in error, at the time. Neither girl had been intimate with another woman. Prior to moving in, the girls had never shown an interest in each other. Now though, they were somewhere along the road of experimentation. But, the lessons taught to Olivia by her father were deeply rooted. And that lesson was about responsibility as well as security. Which is why they were making this installation, behind Livy's headboard. "This last bolt will do it. Which one are you going with?" "The ten. If someone's trying to hurt us, I want a big punch." "You know what your dad said, aim makes caliber an extra." She narrowed her eyes. "My aim is fine. Better than yours even." "Okay, ok, easy there Annie Oakley." Liv smirked. "You read the programming instructions for the palm print scanner yet?" "No, it's the same model I used in Stephenville, though." "Well, I've got it installed," Dave said, crawling out the small space between the headboard and the wall. Bigger than normal, since they'd pulled it out to do this work, but still tighter than Dave would like. "Time for you to program it. You remember the code to the gun cabinet?" Dave's gun cabinet was built in the understairs area, covered to look like a normal part of the hallway, except the small hatch over the keypad. "Yep. Kinda hard to forget." Liv gave him a kiss as she slipped past and began the programming process. To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

ETI Christmas Message: "On the day of This Worlds full Contact with Galactica, thousands of Spaceships will appear and PARADE AROUND THE WORLD. Every person will see them and Rejoice! A Press Conference will follow, welcoming Humanity into the Galactic Family."

Drei Monate und 15 Episoden nach unserem Reiseantritt in die Welt der neuen Battlestar Galactica sind wir glücklicherweise frak-frakkin-tastisch zufrieden mit den bisherigen Erlebnissen. Und wie geht es euch so mit der Serie und unserem Podcast? Im Rückblick auf die erste Staffel sinnieren wir darüber, an welchen Aspekten von BSG der Zahn der Zeit mehr oder weniger geknabbert habt, welche Figuren charakterlich gewachsen sind und von wem wir mehr erwarten, wir antworten auf euer Feedback und eure Fragen, spekulieren über bevorstehende Events, und sprechen über unsere Tops und Flops der ersten Staffel. Enjoy!

Logramos completar la RE: seña de este popular manga del colectivo CLAMP antes de fin de año, con nuestra invitada difícil de coordinar, Vicka. Publicado entre marzo de 1995 y abril de 1996, el segundo volumen de Magic Knight Rayearth encuentra a las heroínas titulares volviendo al mundo mágico de Cefiro para defenderlo de la invasión de otras tierras místicas similares, pero muy distintas. Las comparaciones son odiosas, pero no podemos evitar sopesarlo contra el volumen original, y quizá, con otras obras del género manga/shojo/magical princess. Con música de Locomía. y Huntrix (Ejae/Nuna/Ami). Próximo programa: Star Wars Stories / Star Wars: Visions Vol. 3.

The Mousedebaters talk Disney ChristmasIt's Christmas in the parks, and we have thoughts.We break down what actually makes Disney holiday magic work — parades, decorations, Candlelight chills, and which park décor we'd 100% steal for our own homes. Then we debate Christmas overlays: Which rides and lands should get one, which should be left alone, and who needs to stop pitching ideas immediately.We wrap up with our fave Disney Christmas movies, from The Muppet Christmas Carol to Nightmare Before Christmas. Festive. Opinionated. Very on-brand.

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 3, Episode 7: A Measure of Salvation - The crew on Galactica consider the most extreme measure to resolve the conflict with the Cylons while Baltar is faced with actual tangible consequences for his actions in the previous episode.

Hoy les traemos un Historias de Historietas sobre editoriales de comics independientes o menos conocidas. Esta vez, dos extintas, con American Comics Group (que tenía ciertos nexos con lo que hoy es DC) y Anglo-American Publishing (un sello canadiense creado por necesidades de la Segunda Guerra Mundial); y dos activas, Ahoy Comics (una editorial muy reciente) y Antarctic Press (una empresa con cuatro décadas de experiencia, pioneros del manga en EEUU). Además, una nota con Matías Castro, uno de los responsables de la muestra de originales de comics uruguayos "La Original Historieta Uruguaya", puntapié de un proyecto de conservación y archivo para el noveno arte del país. Con música de Frank Zappa, y Men Without Hats. Próximo programa: Magic Knight Rayearth (Parte II).

Fast könnte man angesichts der erschütternden letzten Minute dieses Staffel-Finales vergessen, dass noch eine ganze Menge anderer Dinge passieren. Beispielsweise ein Faustkampf zwischen Starbuck und Six. Oder eine Begegnung zwischen Boomer und drölfzig nackten Boomer-Kopien. Und da wären noch Laura Roslin und Adama Junior in Ketten. Außerdem: Baltar wird Papa. Meine Güte!

(ATENCIÓN: En plataformas de podcasts, este episodio tiene el audio del vivo de YouTube, que no está retocado para que todos los participantes suenen al mismo volumen, tiene ruidos varios, y la música a veces es muy fuerte. Pronto subiremos el audio que fue grabado en pistas individuales, que tendrá los standards usuales de Perdidos. Si gustan ver la sesión en YouTube, a pesar del audio, es más entretenida con las imágenes, las caras que ponemos, etc.) Por fin salió la segunda parte de la partida de rol que empezamos en nuestro aniversario. MaGnUs dirigió una aventura de su universo Grimorio del Plata, con cazadores de monstruos e investigadores de lo sobrenatural, en este caso ambientado en la década de 1930. Montevideo, 1939. En la sesión pasada, un grupo de agentes compuesto por agentes del Grimorio del Plata y cazadores independientes comenzó a investigar un misterio. (Más info abajo.) Con música de Walas, y Johnny Cash (interpretando a Kris Kristofferson). Próximo programa: Magic Knight Rayearth (Parte II). Elenco: * Chris como Armando Calafiore, ex forzudo de circo y Paladín (soldado del Grimorio). * Sole como Paula Fariña, periodista y Cronista (agentes del Grimorio que ocultan lo sobrenatural del público). * Eze como Roque Amuchastegui, pastor metodista y Clérigo (hechiceros del Grimorio). * Mael como Carlos Helmut Müller, ingeniero eléctrico y Artífice (alquimista y armero del Grimorio). * Dino como Sergio Benavides, contrabandista y cazador independiente. * Carlos como Perla Ríos, guitarrista de tango y cazadora independiente. Una fría madrugada de mayo, en un saladero abandonado del puerto de Montevideo encontraron el cadaver de Armando Canals y Creu, un empresario local que gustaba de comprar reliquias místicas, pero que todos (menos él) saben que son falsas. El cuerpo, muerto a balazos de fusil Mauser, despide una sangre aceitosa, algo no natural. En su bolsillo encontraron un paquete de cigarrillos italianos que solo se consiguen en la Fonda Liguori (propiedad de una familia mafiosa, los Geranzzano) y un pedazo de vidrio de vitral de iglesia con sangre y el nombre VAYNE tallado. Se dan cuenta que el vidrio probablemente proviene de la Iglesia San Francisco de Asís, cerca de ahí y que fue abandonada hace unos meses tras una tormenta. Saben que Karl Vayne fue un mago de escenario que a fines del siglo 19 presentaba un truco muy aclamado: la "invocación" de un "demonio babilónico" llamado Ishk'harhul a través de un espejo. El demonio aparentemente concedía deseos a los afortunados espectadores, pero esto era todo espectáculo, el demonio era completamente inventado, interpretado por un asistente con una máscara, puertas trampa, y bombas de humo Cerca de ahí, vive Ronaldo Fúnez, un partidario del Partido Blanco que en 1935 peleó en la Revolución de Enero contra la dictadura de Terra; los revolucionarios usaban fúsiles Mauser. En el piso de arriba encontraron un ritual falso, con una estatuilla de un dios apócrifo, vidrios del vitral, y un papel con un ritual que simula ser antiguo, pero es una falsificación y tiene palabras mal escritas. En el centro del ritual, una bomba de relojería, y todo el piso de arriba regado de combustible. Por suerte, Müller logra desactivar la bomba. También encuentran una caja llena de partes de reloj, incluyendo unos que solo se venden en una tienda del Centro, Re Dell'orologio. Charlando con un hombre en situación de calle, El Rata, averiguan que hace unas noches estuvieron en el lugar unos "copetudos", y además el Vasco Errazcuaga. El Vasco es un matón de alquiler, y junto con sus muchachos regentean un club de pelota vasca cercano. Además, se enteran de que el Vasco está sufriendo de fuertes dolores de cabeza. En primer lugar van al rancho de Fúnez, que se les escapa por los techos. Dentro encuentran herramientas para limpiar fúsiles y cargadores, además de un volante del club vasco con la inscripción "VASCO ERRAZCUAGA #2", y una foto de Renzo Geranzzano con una mujer que no es su esposa. En la iglesia, hablan con otro indigente, el Viyela, que les dice que alguien estuvo hace unas noches tocando el órgano, la Marcha Tres Árboles, hino del Partido Nacional. El órgano fue recientemente reparado. También averiguan que el vitral de en cuestión se llamaba "El Juicio a los Herejes". Se meten a la fuerza en el club de pelota y encuentran otro vidrio con la inscripción VAYNE y otro papel del ritual falso. En el conventillo donde vive el Vasco hablan con su madre, que les dice que está con fuertes dolores de cabeza. El Vasco (con una mano vendada) reta a Armando a una pulseada, y aunque brinda buena pelea, pierde con el Paladín. Entonces, les cuenta que no sabía que Canals estaba muerto. Sin embargo les comenta que una persona enmascarada que se hacía llamar Reflejo Oscuro lo citó a él y a varias otras personas más, no puede decir quienes eran todos porque también tenían las caras tapadas, pero uno seguro era Canals y otro era el empresario portuario Manstein. Reflejo Oscuro les propuso hacer un ritual para obtener poder, se cortaron las manos, el Vasco se enojó porque no pasó nada, y se fue. Tras hablar con ellos, el Vasco se toma la cabeza, grita de dolor, y muere. Engañando a su madre, le dicen que lo van a llevar al hospital, pero se llevan el cuerpo a la sede del Grimorio en el barrio Prado. CONTINUARÁ

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 3, Episode 6: Torn - Tensions on the Galactica start to hurt morale while the Cylons encounter something that might be of even greater concern to them than humans, and they need Baltar to help them make sense of it.

im ersten Teil des Staffel-Finales stößt die Galactica auf die Erde— doch nein, es ist Kobol! Und genau dort steht das Grab der Athene, das den Weg zur Erde weist. Dafür muss Starbuck aber erst einmal zurück nach Caprica, um ein Artefakt zu besorgen, das als Schlüssel dient. Ach, es ist kompliziert! Wir hören uns diesmal schon am Donnerstag (11. Dezember) zum großen Finale der Season 1 wieder.

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 3, Episode 5: Collaborators - A small group on board the Galactica are passing judgment on the known Cylon collaborators, without trial. And for the first time in a long time the show lets a morally messy situation actually be messy all the way through.

Der gute Bad Guy oder auch durchtriebene Good Guy Tom Zarek (Richard Hatch) ist zurück. Apollo zeigt sich trinkfreudig und kratzbürstig. Gaius Baltar ist überfordert. Starbuck macht sich schick. Adama Senior hält sich bedeckt. Und Laura Roslin darf wieder einmal skrupellos sein. Ach ja, eine halbe Storyline über ein politisches Attentat gibt es auch noch. Die sorgt unter anderem dafür, dass "Der Zwölferrat" ("Colonial Day", 2005) uns zwischendurch etwas die Geduld verlieren lässt. Außerdem: Ungewöhnlich viel (männliche) nackte Haut und schon wieder eine konsequenzenreiche Szene auf dem Klo.

Toca otra entrevista, esta vez con Eric y Ander, dos representantes del Ciruito Disforme, una comunidad uruguaya dedicada a Warhammer, Warhammer 40k, y otros wargames de las franquicias de Games Workshop. Explicamos brevemente que son los wargames o juegos de estrategia con miniaturas, Ander nos cuenta su experiencia en el torneo mundial de Warhammer en EEUU, y nos enteramos como ingresar a este hobby sin gastar un dineral. (Disculpen la calidad del audio de MaGnUs, hubo problemas técnicos.) Con música de Bolt Thrower, y Dr. Rocka. Escuchalo en tu plataforma de podcasts favorita, primero lo subimos a Ivoox: Próximo programa: Grimorio del Plata - ¡El Demonio del Espejo Eterno! (sesión de rol).

Penúltimo programa del año de nuestro club de lectura de comics, y nos transportamos a un Uruguay de 1983, pero invadido por dinosaurios. En Gauchosaurus (de Luis "Yayo" Arellano) una irreductible aldea gaucha resiste contra los lagartos terribles, conformando un manga de humor y aventura de preciosa factura. Mirá el video (por favor, es lindo), o escuchá el audio donde sigas nuestro podcast: https://youtu.be/_nOOKiVbJsU Si te gusta, tiranos un mango por Cafecito desde Argentina o Ko-Fi desde Uruguay y el resto del mundo, los links están en bit.ly/perdidoseter. En noviembre leemos Captain America #695 (2017), por Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, y equipo. #comics #manga #aventura #humor #comedia #dinosaurios #gauchos

Esta semana recibimos a Álvaro Aparicio, escritor uruguayo radicado en España. Es autor de la novela Atlas Negro, guionista del comic Aquelarre, y director de Night Council Studio, grupo que desarrolla el videojuego Dark Atlas: Infernum. Amante y cultor de la literatura de terror, da talleres literarios, forma parte de los podcasts Vuelo del Cometa y Catábasis. También es uno de los organizadores del festival Fantarquía, que se desarrollará el 29/11 en la ciudad de Valencia. Hablamos sobre el atractivo que le genera el horror, porque elige escribir ese género, de su videojuego, y del evento que organiza. Además, de política y sectas. Una entrevista imperdible. Con música de Nanowar of Steel, y Agnes Sobel. Próximo programa: Entrevista con miembros de la comunidad de Warhammer 40K en Uruguay.

Gänsehaut am ganzen Körper bei Patrick … und gerade einmal wohlwollende Anerkennung seitens Britt-Marie. Aber kann der alte Fanboy die Battlestar-Novizin noch auf seine Seite ziehen? Immerhin hat DIE HAND GOTTES ("The Hand of God") einige der musikalisch wie effekttechnisch herausragendsten Momente der ersten Staffel zu bieten. Und esoterisch-religiös werden wieder dicke Bretter gebohrt. Außerdem: Jede Menge Schlangen und Helo macht auf Caprica eine schockierende Entdeckung. Dabei ist es schon verwunderlich, dass er durch den Gelbfilter über dem Filmbild überhaupt etwas erkennen kann!

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 3, Episode 2: Exodus Part 1 - Both the crew of the Galactica as well as the residents of New Caprica make ready for a mass evacuation of the planet right under the noses of the Cylons. Also, there's some prophecy nonsense.

Falls das Toiletten-Getuschel zwischen Dr. Baltar und Lt. Gaeta in Episode 7 euer Bedürfnis nach Albernheiten an Bord der Galactica nicht gestillt hat, für den hält das Galactica-Reboot in "Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down" noch mehr Schabernack bereit. Dabei gibt es gleich mehrere Premieren zu feiern, nämlich das erste Showcase für den grimmigen Colonel Tigh und seine bessere (schlechtere?) Hälfte Ellen, das BSG-Regiedebüt von Edward James Olmos, und den Start von Ron Moores legendären Podcastkommentaren. Das hat zumindest Patrick sehr gefreut. Und Britt-Marie findet den Episodentitel großartig. Aber genügt das, um aus dieser Folge eine Sternstunde des Fernsehens zu machen?

¡COMUNISMO EN EL ESPACIO! ¡ROBOTS PONIÉNDOLA CON HUMANOS! Esta semana hacemos una RE: seña de los primeros seis números de Free Planet (Image Comics), una historieta con guión de Aubrey Sitterson, arte de Jed Dougherty, color de Vittorio Astone, rotulado de Taylor Esposito, diseño de Mark Kaufman, y producción de Drew Gill. En un futuro lejano, la Tierra está abandonada tras un cataclismo, y la humanidad habita en miles de mundos en el espacio. Una alianza interplanetaria dominada por corporaciones explota los recursos naturales y humanos de los mundos, oprimiéndolos bajo una bota de hierro. Pero un mundo minero, Lutheria, se enancipó, y tras una dura revolución es ahora "el primer planeta libre en la historia humana". Sin embargo, esto es solo el comienzo, porque presiones de varios enemigos, y conflictos internos amenazan con destruir la frágil paz revolucionaria. En este comic seguimos la nueva historia libre de Lutheria a través del día a día de la elite de sus fuerzas militares, la Freedom Guard. Política, filosofía, space opera, y mucho más. Con música de Russkaja, y Mägo de Oz. Próximo programa: Magic Knight Rayearth (Parte II).

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 3, Episode 2: Precipice - The crew of the Galactica make plans for how to extract the colonists on New Caprica while the Cylons continue to crack down on resistance and Vera finds a new reason to hate the current Starbuck subplot.

Seguimos la temporada spooky con un clásico de clásicos, basado en otro clásico de todos los tiempos. Junto a Facundo Dell Aqua reseñamos la adaptación de Los Mitos de Cthulhu de Lovecraft que hicieron en la década del 70 el uruguayo/argentino Alberto Breccia y su yerno Norberto Buscaglia. Por supuesto, también hablamos sobre la influencia eterna de Lovecraft sobre escritores, historietistas, y público en general. Con música de La Monja Enana, y Dethklok. Próximo programa: Free Planet.

Der religiöse Fanatismus der Zylonen ist Britt-Marie zu Kopf gestiegen, denn selbiger raucht nach diesem Kammerspiel, in dem sich Starbuck und Leoben Conoy a.k.a. Nummer Zwei beharken. Dabei ist angesichts einiger ruppiger Foltermethoden seitens unserer liebsten Pilotin aber gar nicht so klar, wer hier die Good Guys sind. Zumindest klärt sich für die von einer existenziellen Krise geplagte Boomer vorerst, wer sie wirklich ist – oder auch nicht, denn die Diagnose kommt von Gaius Baltar, dem man sowieso nichts glauben sollte. Gott, äh, die Götter von Kobol stehen uns bei!

Gaius Baltars erste Showcase-Episode ist nicht nur besonders spannend und sexy – inklusive einem sinnlichen Intermezzo auf Caprica! – sondern bietet Britt-Marie gleich doppelt und dreifach Gelegenheit, Patrick mit Fragen um die Glaubenswelt in Battlestar Galactica zu löchern. Und ihr Co-Host kann sogar sogar einige davon beantworten – oder hofft dies zumindest. Ach, wie gerne hätte er doch selbst eine Headsix im Kopf, die ihm gelegentlich etwas einflüstert. Ein Missverständnis epochaler Größe kann er am Ende aber doch aufklären. Immerhin!

Ábranse paso entre las telarañas (decorativas) y sírvanse un bloody mary con unas galletitas en forma de fantasma, porque es hora de celebrar Halloween. En esta oportunidad, les traemos una edición de Historia de Historietas que habla, en su mayoría, sobre los albores de Vertigo, el ya mítico sello de DC Comics para historietas "maduras", con un gran sesgo hacia el horror y lo sobrenatural. Sepan cual editorial casi crea Vertigo ante de DC, como volvió el Spectre luego del ostracismo post Golden Age, que hicieron dos guionistas cuando les prohibieron usar a John Constantine en sus comics, como Robert Kirkman convenció a Image de publicar The Walking Dead, qué colección de DC podría haber escrito Alan Moore en vez de Swamp Thing, y más. Con música de Sticky Fingers, y Judas Priest. Próximo programa: Los Mitos de Cthulhu (Adaptación de Breccia y Buscaglia).

The second episode of season 2 of BSG brings us a terrifying episode with dark hallways, dead bodies, blood, a boarding party of Cylon Centurions human remains and an underlying feeling of unease. If this episode isn't meant to watch on Halloween, we don't know what is! With Adama in critical condition, Col Tigh must lead the Galactica through one of its scariest moments yet as he sends the Marines and other members of the Colonial fleet to cut off and destroy the Centurions before they reach critical areas of the ship that could lead to the entire crew being vented into space. This episode is sure to keep your heart racing from start to finish!

Nuestro club de lectura de comics se sumerge en Vorágine, una historieta de terror y ciencia ficción argentina, con guión de Marco J. Livien y arte de Nicolás Viñolo. Unos días de vacaciones en una cabaña en el bosque son una linda oportunidad para descansar... o para verte sumido en una serie de hechos tenebrosos y muy misteriosos. Si te gusta, tiranos un mango por Cafecito desde Argentina o Ko-Fi desde Uruguay y el resto del mundo, los links están en bit.ly/perdidoseter. En noviembre leemos Gauchosaurus (2020), por Marco J. Livien y Nicolás Viñolo (bit.ly/perdidosnerdotecagauchosaurus). #comics #terror #horror #cienciaficcion #historietaargentina

Endlich passiert mal was auf dem Von Zylonen besetzten Caprica™! Da ist es gleich viel weniger schlimm, wenn sich in der Flotte ein kurzerhand zusammenberufenes Schiedsgericht zur Frage "Wer an Bord der Galactica ist ein zylonischer Verräter?" nicht als das heilsamste Mittel entpuppt, um dem allgemeinen Misstrauen entgegenzuwirken. Und am Ende des Tages kriegen ohnehin nur die Crewmitglieder etwas auf den Deckel, die es am wenigsten verdient haben.

Se terminan los avisos que nos enseñaban a ser armas humanas, a dominar artes marciales secretas y prohibidas, y que ahora... nos piden que prometamos solo usarlas como defensa. Se terminan los 70s, y con los 80s aparecen los ninjas, aunque el misticismo oriental desciende a medida que Asia pierde su exoticidad a los ojos de los estadounidenses. Además, un pantallazo a la carrera del Conde Danté, el hombre más letal del mundo... y/o flor de garca. Bienvenidos al final de esta saga de Sopapo Oriental e Historias de Historietas... o Sopapo de Historietas. Pueden ver las imágenes de los avisos y otras cosas que mencionamos en bit.ly/perdidos645avisos, pero en YouTube las tienen sincronizadas con el audio. Con música de Paul Hertzog, Shandi Sinnamon & Stan Bush, y Yukinojo Mori, Shiro Sagisu, & The Kung Fu Kids. Próximo programa: Los Mitos de Cthulhu (Adaptación de Breccia y Buscaglia).

Kara strandet auf einem Mond, Commander Adama und Adama Jr. sind emotional gestandet, und Präsident Roslin sitzt zwischen den Stühlen. Nun ja, im Zweifelsfalls lieber dort, als an Bord eines mit schleimigen Eingeweiden gefüllten Zylonen-Raiders. Wie sind wir da bloß reingeraten? Und wie viele Handlungslöcher müssen wir umschiffen, um an "Kein Weg zurück" Spaß zu haben? Spoiler: Erstaunliche wenige!

Oh, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, keep on keepin' on... Se terminó la segunda temporada de Peacemaker, la obra más personal de James Gunn dentro de su DCU, empezada incluso antes de ser nombrado co-presidente del estudio. Hacemos la RE: seña de esta segunda temporada, que no solo continúan la historia del universo empezada en Creature Commandos y Superman, sino que (y de forma más importante) sigue el periplo emocional de Christopher Smith y de sus amigos / familia de los 11th Street Kids. Una Tierra paralela, una búsqueda de amor (de varios tipos) y de un lugar donde pertenecer. Además, indicios de la dirección del DCU en el futuro. También reseñamos los primeros cuatro números del comic Vigilante (1983), por Marv Wolfman, Keith Pollard, Dick Giordano, Pablo Marcos, y otros. Con música de Foxy Shazam, Scorpions, y Elvis Costello & The Attractions. Próximo programa: Los Avisos Más Mortíferos Del Mundo (Parte IV).

Kurz nach dem Serienstart versteckt BATTLESTAR GALACTICA bereits frech einen Zweiteiler in der Serie – und sagt uns nicht einmal Bescheid. What the frak?!? Und falls sich jemand angesichts der feierlichen Stimmung in den ersten ein, zwei Minuten von "Act of Contrition" Hoffnung auf etwas Spaß an Bord der Galactica gemacht hat, kann sich selbige gleich mal in die Haare schmieren. Nach einem Dutzend toter Piloten, einem unerfreulichen Arztbesuch und einem schmerzhaften Zerwürfnis zwischen Adama und Starbuck ist wirklich niemand mehr gut drauf ...

Vuelve este Sopapo Oriental / Historias de Historietas, con la década del 70, la locura de Bruce Lee, técnicas secretas asiáticas, egipcias, y hasta mesoamericanas, comunistas, ¡y más! Conozcan al Conde Danté, el Hombre Más Mortífero del Mundo (como los avisos), y a artes marciales secretas como el KETSUGO. Además, entrevista con Alex García, dibujante uruguayo de la ciudad de Tranqueras (Rivera), que nos cuenta sobre su libro Garabatos Defrontera. Pueden ver imágenes de los avisos y de los comics de Alex en https://bit.ly/perdidos643avisos; pero en el video de YouTube están sincronizados. Con música de Paul Gilreath, Paul Hertzog, y Los Hermanos Rodríguez. Próximo programa: Peacemaker T2 (TV) / Vigilante (Comics).

Michael Jackson's Thriller (Official 4K Video) - YouTubeThis month on the Halloween episode of Podcasting After Dark presents TV Obscura, Zak, Corey, and Diallo discuss Michael Jackson's Thriller music video! The boys talk about everything from their first impressions seeing it back in 1983 to the behind the scenes crew. They also analyze the zombie effects and how the hold up in 2025. So, put on your red jacket and get ready for Thriller night!Leave a comment on Patreon or our socials and let us know if you remember when you first saw the Thriller music video!You can find Diallo Jackson here: Facebook / Instagram / Website Listen to Galactica, Actually here: Apple Podcasts / Spotify / iHeartRadioListen to Another Review...You Didn't Ask For here: Apple Podcasts— SUPPORT PODCASTING AFTER DARK —PATREON - Two extra shows a month, including our celebrity interview series, plus videos and other exclusive content!MERCH STORE - We have a fully dedicated merch store at TeePublic with multiple designs and products!INSTAGRAM / FACEBOOK / LETTERBOXD - Follow us on social media for updates and announcements!This podcast is part of the BFOP Network

Wie viele Knastis braucht man, um eine Glühbirne einzudrehen? Ach nein, Moment mal, darum geht es doch hier gar nicht. Die Frage ist vielmehr: Wie gewinnt man einen Schwerkriminellen dafür, etwas für das Gemeinwohl zu tun – insbesondere dann, wenn dieser selbst ganz eigene Vorstellungen von Recht und Gerechtigkeit hat? Und überhaupt: Warum sieht der Typ so aus wie der alte Apollo aus der 70er-Jahre-_Battlestar_-Serie?

Esta semana leímos y hacemos RE: seña de dos novelas gráficas argentinas, ambas editadas por Multiversal. La primera es Oveja Negra: Salirse del Rebaño (originalmente publicada por capítulos online e impresa por D9 Comics), del universo Flor de Espadas del guionista Nicolás Mobilia, junto al dibujante Mariano Laclaustra, y el rotulista Fernando Centurión. A fines de la década del 30 en Argentina, en un pequeño pueblo, un boxeador de peleas clandestinas descubre una siniestra conspiración y se convierte en un vigilante nocturno, Oveja Negra. Pulp gauchesco de pura cepa. Seguimos con Las Improbables y Poco Veraces Vidas de Violeta Salvarrey, escrita por Lubrio y dibujada por Diego Sofhel. Una joven vuelve a su ciudad después de una larga ausencia, y mientras camina por las calles, desmiente las extravagantes versiones del porqué de su ausencia. La verdad, sin embargo, puede ser más inquietante... si es que llegamos a saberlo finalmente. Con música de Beast in Black, León Gieco, y Tita Merello (interpretando a Francisco Canaro e Ivo Pelay). Próximo programa: Sopapo Oriental / Historias de Historietas - ¡Los Avisos Más Mortíferos Del Mundo! (Parte III).

Prepárense para ser heavies, jodidos, y rádicales... con cadenas, calaveras, y los fuegos del infierno leemos Spawn #1, por Todd McFarlane, Steve Oliff, y Tom Orzechowski. Image Comics, la nueva forma de hacer historietas... ¿funcionó? ¿O son solo splash pages y muñequitos? Lean y veremos. Mirá el video (por favor, es lindo), o escuchá el audio donde sigas nuestro podcast: https://youtu.be/thG_oyDNvxY Si te gusta, tiranos un mango por Cafecito desde Argentina o Ko-Fi desde Uruguay y el resto del mundo, los links están en bit.ly/perdidoseter. En octubre leemos Vorágine (2020), por Marco J. Livien y Nicolás Viñolo (comics.online/comic/voragine/).

Der beste und bekömmlichste Tropfen ist immer noch der gute alte Vino Kraneberger. Aber was tun, wenn aus den rostigen Wasserhähnen an Bord der Galactica kein kühles Nass mehr fließt? Und wie arrangiert sich die von coole Sharon Valerii a.k.a. "Boomer" mit der Tatsache, dass sie gegen ihren Willen als Attentäter auf das Wohl ihrer Mitmenschen handelt? Wir sind jedenfalls sehr angetan von diesem lebensbedrohlichen Versteckspiel an Bord der Galactica.

¡DISPAREN LOS CAÑONES! ¡SAQUEEN BARCOS! ¡Lean comics! Si, lean comics, porque seguimos festejando el Día Internacional de Hablar Como Pirata con la pata de ficción que tenemos en esta celebración todos los años. Como prometimos el año pasado, re-visitamos los mismo comics que reseñamos entonces, con continuaciones o secuelas. Arrancamos con la clásica tira de periódico Terry and the Pirates (de Milton Caniff y equipo) con dos historias que realmente forman una (y todo es muy continuado en una tira diaria), Burma's Return & Underwater Piracy (1937). Seguimos con Donald Duck Finds Pirate Gold... Again! de 1962, secuela directa de la primera aventura del conocido pato junto al loro Yellow Beak, aunque esta viene de Italia, a cargo de los hermanos Abramo y Giampaolo Barosso, con Giovan Battista Carp. Terminamos con Iron Wolf: Fires of the Revolution (1992), la culminación de las aventuras de un noble rebelde espacial que empezara en 1972 Howard Chaykin, ahora en compañía de John Francis More, Mike Mignola, y otros. Con música de Alestorm, Judas Priest, Joaquín Sabina, y el horrible dúo pirata de Black MaGnUs y Eze el Oriental cantando un tema de Tom Smith. Próximo programa: Comics Argentinos - Oveja Negra (Flor de Espadas) / Las Improbables y Poco Veraces Vidas de Violeta Salvarrey.

¡VOTO A BRÍOS, MALDITOS PERROS DE AGUA DULCE! ¡AL ABORDAJE! ¡ARRRRR! Llegó otro Día Internacional de Hablar Como Pirata, y lo celebramos con nuestro crossover anual con La Tortulia... ¡Isla Tortulia! Recibimos a Don Diego, el Almirante Corredor, y a Tallyman Sebas, el contador pirata, para que nos cuenten a Black MaGnUs y Eze el Oriental una historia de piratas. Diego nos pregunta... ¿qué te convierte en leyenda? ¿El arrojo, la adversidad, los enemigos? Para contestar esta pregunta, nos narra la historia de François Aregnaudeau, un joven capitán corsario al servicio del Imperio Francés de Napoleón, con hazañas al mando de buques como Sans-Culotte, Heureux Spéculateur, Blonde, y finalmente, el Duc de Dantzig. ¿Finalmente? Si, porque algo... pasó... ADVERTENCIA: esta historia es espeluznante. Además, villanos de Batman de poca monta, programas de television viejos, y libros multiaventura de varios tipos. Con música de The Game Brass con DiscoCactus (interpretando a Michael Z. Land), y David Bowie. Próximo programa: Comics de Piratas - Terry and the Pirates / Donald Duck Finds Pirate Gold... Again! / Ironwolf - Fires of the Revolution.

Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 2, Episode 15: Scar - The viper fighters of Galactica have acquired their very own Red Barron style nemesis, and they've dubbed him Scar. As the fighters try to deal with him, Starbuck and Kat butt heads more aggressively than usual.

Nuevamente nos aventuramos al espacio exterior, explorando donde nadie ha ido antes... o donde si, porque mucha exploración no hay en la tercera temporada de Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. Casi no hay extraños, nuevos mundos tampoco. Ya les podemos adelantar que nos gustó mucho esta temporada, pero vamos a cumplir en hacer la RE: seña, analizando cada episodio en un formato experimental que decidimos probar. Súbanse al Enterprise, que hay lugar. Con música de Aspidden (interpretando a Jeff Russo), y Aurelio Voltaire con Jason Charles Miller. Próximo programa: Isla Tortulia - El Duc de Dantzig, el barco corsario... ¿fantasma?

Con la reciente conmemoración del bicentenario la Declaratoria de la Independencia de Uruguay, hacemos un especial de historietas orientales. O sea, manga. No, mentira. Traemos RE: señas de tres comics con violencia bastante explicita, de dos géneros completamente distintos, dos comics cortos (primeros episodios de sus respectivas historias) editados a través de Maldito Canario, y una novela gráfica de La Modernidad. En primer lugar, leímos Havoc (por Ignacio López), una historia en clave Conan o Red Sonja, donde una guerrera busca vengar a su familia en un mundo post-apocalíptico. Seguimos con Rashad al-Mawt (por Olimarville y Facundo Acosta), más venganza fantástica, en una clave más medieval clásica, con un caballero que es derrotado por el titular hechícero malvado, y se embarca en una gesta para reconquistar su reino. Por último, El Tijera (por Diego Vázquez y Gabriel Ameijenda), una novela gráfica donde, alejándonos por completo de la fantasía, vemos como la violencia y la marginalidad atraviesan la vida de un muchacho que parecía destinado a la delincuencia (heredada de su padre, y transmitida a su hijo), y un amigo del barrio que toma un camino diferente. Con música de 3 Inches of Blood, Blind Guardian, Cuchilla Grande, y The Lone Rangers (Brendan Fraser + White Zombie, interpretando a Reagan Youth). Escuchalo en tu plataforma de podcasts favorita, primero lo subimos a Ivoox: bit.ly/perdidos638 bit.ly/perdidos638yt Próximo programa: Star Trek - Strange New Worlds (Temporada 3).

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Llega la nave Galactica, estrella de combate, o como se la conoce habitualmente, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, a La órbita de Endor. Los Cylon se mezclarán entre los miembros del equipo, hasta el punto de que uno de ellos podría ser en verdad una de estas máquinas de apariencia humana. ¿Quién? Descúbrelo en esta edición, en la que nos centraremos especialmente en la serie de televisión reinventada de los años 2000, reboot de la serie clásica de los 70, que también tendremos en cuenta en un dossier analista y pormenorizado. Alcanzaremos conclusiones sobre ciertas tramas de basta complejidad propuestas por una saga que va más allá de la ciencia-ficción convencional. Y además, andaremos con pies de plomo con el asunto de los spoilers, aunque avisaremos de los que son inevitables, porque los hay. Raúl Martin, Nathan Kurtz y Antonio Runa son los encargados de pilotar los Vipers que nos llevarán a la Tierra. Únete a nosotros, o atrévete a combatirnos. ¡Eso decimos todos! Después aprenderemos no pocos detalles sobre una cultura que nos sigue fascinando: la nipona. En los “Secretos del Japón”, el Coronel Kurtz nos volverá a deslumbrar con una mitología muy desconocida en occidente. Por último, el director del programa profundizará en la experiencia nostálgica de relectura del cómic de superhéroes que encandiló a toda la chiquillería de los 80: SECRET WARS. Una batalla sin precedentes entre todos (ejem, ejem) los superhéroes Marvel, contra todos (ejem, ejem, ejem) los supervillanos terribles de ese mismo universo. Habrá tiempo para traer ese rincón del oyente donde vosotros sois los únicos protagonistas y, como suele ser habitual, todo el fregado estará editado, orquestado, documentado y expuesto a la manera made in lode. Descarga y escucha primero, y pregunta después. Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

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Vera Wylde and Jessie Gender venture out on the Battlestar Galactica and take in the entire voyage one episode at a time. Season 2, Episdoe 11: Resurrection Ship Part 1 - The showdown between Galactica and Pegasus is put on hold as Starbuck returns with information on what becomes everybody's top priority.

Ryan from YumYum podcast joins to discuss Billy's rich characterization, Ellen Tigh, and his love of Dana Delany. This episode covers Battlestar Galactica Season 2, Episode 16: Sacrifice.Discord: https://discord.gg/MUHKDDk6TNMerch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhatHappenedHerePods