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We grew up on these corners together, Glub. This week Dave contemplates a xenos exterminatus, Norris asks for football picks, and Jack picks up smuggling. Also, come chill with us at our discord: bit.ly/hoppedupdiscord Hosts: Chris Norris, Jack Shirai, David Beebe Music by David Beebe
BLOODSONG RETURNS AGAIN WITH GLUB! What is Glub? It is a song in the style of the Misfits Cough/Cool era band. Tune in and groove on! It is now on Bandcamp! Here's the link: https://bloodsongofficial.bandcamp.com/album/glub Check out Bloodsong HERE - https://bloodsongofficial.bandcamp.com/ FRUMESS is POWERED by www.riotstickers.com/frumess JOIN THE PATREON FOR LESS THAN A $2 CUP OF COFFEE!! https://www.patreon.com/Frumess
BLOODSONG RETURNS AGAIN WITH GLUB! What is Glub? It is a song in the style of the Misfits Cough/Cool era band. Tune in and groove on! Check out Bloodsong HERE - https://bloodsongofficial.bandcamp.com/ https://imisanthropeofficial.bandcamp.com "Cough/Cool" is the first single released by the horror punk band the Misfits. It was released in August 1977 on singer Glenn Danzig's label Blank Records. 500 copies were produced on black 7" vinyl. Both songs from the single were re-recorded and re-released in various versions over the following twenty years. The Misfits had formed in February 1977 in Lodi, New Jersey, with a lineup including Danzig (who also played electric piano), bassist Jerry Only, and drummer Manny Martínez. the band was without a guitar player for six months. Danzig therefore used his electric piano to fill out the rhythm on the two songs "Cough/Cool" and "She", which were recorded in June 1977 at the Rainbow Studio and mastered at Spectrum Sound in Brooklyn, New York, by Rich Flores. By the time of the single's release in August 1977 the band had added First guitarist Franché Coma and Danzig phased out the piano in favor of singing exclusively. Caiafa's surname was misspelled on the single's sleeve as "Caifa",[1] leading him to insist that from then on he be credited as "Jerry, only Jerry". "Jerry Only" soon became his pseudonym, which he has continued to use throughout the rest of his career. The subject of the song "She" is not mentioned in the lyrics, but Misfits associate Eerie Von noted in The Misfits box set in 1996 that the song was about Patty Hearst. The lyrics reference Hearst's participation in a San Francisco bank robbery in 1974: "She walked out with empty arms, machine gun in her hand/She is good and she is bad, no one understands/She walked in in silence, never spoke a word/She's got a rich daddy, she's her daddy's girl". "Cough/Cool" and "She" were re-recorded and re-released in several versions in subsequent years. "She" was re-recorded in January 1978, with guitar in place of the electric piano, for the Static Age album. The album was not released in its intended form for 20 years, though many of its songs saw release in various versions over the years. "She" had been one of three songs from the sessions that were never mixed, however, and so this version was not released until 1997, when Static Age was finally issued in its entirety. A third version of "She" was released in 1985 on the compilation album Legacy of Brutality, with overdubbed guitar and bass tracks by Danzig. This version was reissued on Misfits the following year. A new version of "Cough/Cool" appeared on Collection II in 1995; this version was recorded in 1987 by Danzig and former Misfits photographer Eerie Von . Danzig used the drum track from the original recording, but Danzig overdubbed guitar and drum machine tracks and new vocals. The original mixes of both "Cough/Cool" and "She", from the original single, were included in The Misfits box set (1996) along with the alternative versions from Legacy of Brutality and Collection II. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/frumess/support
Alex, Caleb, and Steven are back with an exciting, game show episode! We all have our favorite Star Wars characters but how well do you know the weird ones? In this episode, Caleb quizzes Alex and Steven on some of the most obscure characters from canon, legends, and beyond. send feedback to: starwarstherapypodcast@gmail.com
NO! I am your father!In this special 2 part episode, we have the pleasure of hanging out with Mike's rad Dad, Jaime! Jaime is a wealth of wisdom, humor, care, and rizz. Because of the natural flow and fun we had chatting with him, we decided to separate this into 2 different episodes. FEAR NOT! We will release Part 2 next week and stay on schedule to release episode 7 on 5/10. - Hobby Highlights: Jaime and Mike crack some packs of the new Lorcana set, Ursula's Return while we chat about painting models, the importance of community and trust between staff and store, organizing Magic the Gathering, and Micheal's gate building skills. Jaime discusses his jewelry business and Mike reflects upon the gaming industry amidst the pandemic. Mike binge watches Battlestar Galactica, nerds out, and wheels and deals with friends of the store. Hot Hobby Question: Has Lorcana paid tribute to Magic the Gathering or are they stealing card ideas?- Store Lore: Funkatronic Fish! Glub glub! Mike educates us on the origins of the store's fish tank and his relaxing hobby of fish farming. Anyone need any guppies? - SPECIAL INTERVIEW: JAIME, MIKE'S DAD!This is part 1 of 2 of our fun chat with Jaime. We discuss his childhood in Colombia, Monopoly fights, Mike's teenage years, and just hang with the father of the Salt Father. We are so thankful for Jaime's time, care, humor, and support. Teasers for part 2 included!LINKS:www.funkatronicrex.comwww.patreon.com/funkatronicrexwww.instagram.com/funkatronicrexstoreSupport the Show.
Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! T01XE10 - Diario de una Amazona - Un Podcast de Celia Blanco (@Latanace) para MTVRX Producciones - Sexo con el inglés en la India La otra tarde casi me da un pasmo. NO abro Facebook desde hace mil, pero sé que mis vídeos en IG terminan, también, por allí. La red social de los amantes de hace años. De los viejos. De los que no cumplimos 50 y nos creímos, algún día, que éramos molones. Donde mejor mostré #MiHecatombe y donde que escoció de verdad… me leyeron todos… todos… todos… Si es que los niñatos no usan Facebook. Lo usamos los viejos. El negocio está en las que les pasa lo mismo que a mí. Que son muchas. El caso es que tenía una contestación en un post de hace mil en el que sale mi casa, frente al mar y yo con la falda levantada con una ventolera… Está en mi IG, es de hace dos años. Cuando creía que estaba cambiando de vida junto a los que quería… “Hi, Ada, your look is great! I want see you again. Glub. No me lo creo… No me lo creo… ¡¡¡El inglés!!!! Yo me enrollé con este tío en la India. Año 1996. Cuando me fui para olvidar a un novio 12 años mayor que yo que me dejó porque era superlativa por naturaleza… En la India nos enrollamos, una noche que nos cayó un aguacero y no pudimos volver desde Gokarna hasta Cuttle Beach. Era un inglés un poco mayor que yo, aunque parecía casi un anciano. Muy delgado. En los huesos. Rubio con ojos azules. Y los dientes… De aquella manera. Estaba en la choza contigua a la mía. Había echado a un alemán de la puerta de mi casa, que se quedaba a dormir porque yo le gustaba. Yo debía salir sí o sí. Cosa bastante complicada cuando hacía mis necesidades donde los indios. No tenía baño. Iba con una escudilla en los bolsillos para llenarla de agua por si me entraban ganas… El alemán me daba miedo y el inglés, se dio cuenta.Así que una mañana aprovechó el pedo de opio del alemán para echarlo de mi casa. — She lives alone. She doesn't like you! Yo también lo había dicho. Pero a mí no me hicieron caso. Siempre estaba puesto de Opio, charras y heroína; venía de Goa de fiesta fiesta fiesta. Justo de lo que yo huía… Bueno, pues el inglés y yo nos fuimos a 200 km para que yo formalizara mi avión de regreso. Me había dejado la vuelta abierta y tenía un visado de 6 meses. Pero decidí regresar y terminar la carrera. 3 asignaturas y me licenciaba en Periodismo. Y regresamos, de noche, lloviendo a cántaros. No sé si han estado en la India cuando llueve. El caso es que no podíamos hacernos los cinco km que hay desde Gokarna hasta nuestras chozas en Cuttle Beach, así que, tiramos para el templo. Lo de dormir en el templo es algo que ocurre mucho. Es un lugar para acoger almas descarriadas. Y turistas que no tienen dónde hospedarse. No sé por qué no recurrimos a ningún hotel; puede que coincidiera con una festividad. Era marzo. Y el templito era un templito, no el inmenso Mahabaleshwar, era una cosa más accesible con un patio en el que, con cuerdas y mosquitera, te hacías una tienda de campaña. Pero llovía. Mucho. Hubo que dormir dentro. El inglés me había quitado de encima al alemán. Pero no habíamos intimado por ello. Él fumaba opio y heorína. Estaba totalmente enganchado. Y yo charras. Una especie de plastilina negra que, fumada mezclada con tabaco era potente. Pero sus pedos eran mucho más fuertes que los míos. Muchísimo. Yo conseguía hablar con él, que me contara cosas de su pueblo, al sur de Reino Unido, no recuerdo el nombre, pesquero. Un lugar sin nada. Sin nada. El inglés se pasaba 6 meses al año en la India. A veces, más. Porque era tan adicto que estar en Europa era un suplicio para él. No tenía pasta. Así que, en la India, cogía charras en la montaña y lo bajaba a la costa. No pasaba por Goa porque para estar allí necesitaba estár mucho más lúcido de lo que lo dejaba el opio. Pero llevaba unas botas de montaña enormes cuyos tacones estaba huecos, que era donde guardaba el charras. Debía de llevar un par de kilos. Siempre. Me gustaba mirar sus huellas en la playa, donde bajaba con las botas y solo se las quitaba para bañarse. No se fiaba de nadie. Yo llevaba el mío propio, así que no necesitaba el suyo. Conmigo, se desnudaba del todo y se metía en el agua. Era Cuttle Beach. El caso es que nos cayó una tormenta de las buenas, no teníamos dónde dormir y terminamos dentro del templito.. En una esquinita, atrás del templo. Llovía demasiado; Necesitábamos protección y cada uno fumó lo suyo para relajarse. Estábamos de cuchara. Él detrás de mí, abrazándome y oliéndome el ámbar gris, fue en la India donde empecé a usarlo. Ni siquiera estábamos del todo encajados. He dormido así con casi todos los hombres de mi vida y de todos recuerdo su polla en el hueco de mi culo. Cuanto más pequeña, mejor entran. Pero el inglés no se pegaba. Se acoplaba. Lo que quería era calor y yo se lo daba. Y le encantaba a lo que olía, ámbar gris. El vómito del cachalote que se seca en las terrazas de las casas hasta quedar convertido en una especie de masa que, licuada, produce el perfume que más me representa. Ámbar gris. Quien me huele se acuerda, para siempre, de mi olor. Estrategías de cada una.. Se escuchaba el ronquido lejano de algún otro turista que, como nosotros, había elegido el templo para guarecerse. No sabía bien cuántos podríamos estar durmiendo dentro ¿4? ¿5? No se oía apenas nada y al mismo tiempo se escuchaba de todo. Yo no podía dormirme y el inglés tampoco. Comenzó metiendo las dos manos entre mis piernas. Yo di un respingo; tenía las manos heladas. Fue moviéndolas lentamente. —You're hot. I need hot Aquellas heladas manos se fueron templando gracias a mi calor. Él se entretenía con los movimientos que yo hacía en respuesta a sus caricias y empezó a haber un poco más cada vez. A jugar, de verdad, conmigo. Sus dedos se acomodaron entre mis labios. Mantuvo agarrado el clítoris, sin presionar, entre dos de sus dedos. Yo llevaba unas mallas, que bajé hasta los tobillos para quitármelas de en medio; bajo las mantas, encima de los sacos, medio desnuda. Cuando vio el camino libre prestó más atención. Eso, en un pedo de opio, es un triunfo. Estaba más acostumbrada a ver cómo caía durmiéndose a la vez que se mecía. Pero mi coño le gustaba. Por cómo lo tocaba, le encantaba. Estuvo mucho tiempo poniéndome cachonda. Tocándome despacio, apenas un roce, con la yema de los dedos, endurecidas de coger leña, de arrear con el agua, de subirse a los árboles. Con esos dedos me tocó todo el cuerpo. Entero. Metía las manos en la entrepierna para abrirla y acaparar mi coño entero. Allí en aquella esquina hincó su cabeza entre las piernas y me lamió. — Love, love, love… Susurraba en cada sorbo de mí. Acompañaba con los dedos, encallecidos.. Sentía en mi agujero los padrastros endurecidos, violentando un run-run que me estaba encantando. Era como si toda la vida la hubiera pasado haciendo dedos a sus amantes. Durante las tres semanas que estuve con él, lo cuidé con esencia de karité que había comprado a un africano en Varanasi. Lo llevaba siempre conmigo y aquellas manos merecieron todas mis atenciones. La primera noche que me tocó fue en un templo a Shiva en Gokarna. Mientras fuera se licuaba el planeta entero. La última noche que me acarició fue en un hotel de Nueva Delhi antes de que yo cogiera el avión de regreso, me acompañó hasta el aeropuerto y me besó para despedirse. Pero la primera vez, su polla no respondía tan bien como me hubiera gustado. El pedo de opio deja el sexo para que cobre otra dimensión. Con ella yo jugaba. Pero no se encabritaba como para que galopara. Yo la tocaba con cuidado. Haciendo que reaccionara pero no que se endureciera del todo. Era un quiero y no puedo constante. PlanB, qué es lo que mejor sabes hacer: ¿Lamer y tocar? Venga, me dejo. A cambio te acariciaré mucho todo el cuerpo, pondré atención a cada respiración. Si paso la mano por la espalda ya sé que te gusta si hundo el dedo en la unión del cuello con el hombro. Ahí, justo ahí, pero prefieres que si te la paso por el culo, quieres caricias, sobeteo. Quieres que vaya despacio, que use un condón y te meta el dedo, con mucho lubricante, inglés, que ya lo sé, has fumado tanto opio que necesitas que todo sea despacio, despacio, despacio… El inglés era como un depredador al que hubieran narcotizado con un dardo. Le brotaba el barrio bajero, llamándome “putita” cuando se la chupaba… Pero no lo habían mimado tanto nunca. Nunca. Estaba acostumbrado a otro tipo de mujeres, ni mejores ni peores, diferentes. A mí la marihuana me hacía pensar, a él el opio, sentir; tuvimos que elegir cómo amarnos siendo tan diferentes. Yo llevaba muchos meses sin sexo. Muchos para una cría de 26 años. Me habían dejado en septiembre. Era finales de febrero, principios de marzo… Seis meses sin sexo era una tortura. Y aquel hombre me tocaba muy rico, aunque follarme apenas pudiera. Y me lo comía así de bien. Así. Gustaba de empezar lamiéndome el culo. Ponía las manos debajo y me alzaba como un plato para meter su cabeza entre las piernas. Sacaba la lengua enorme y jugaba conmigo. Del culo al agujero, después de estar un buen rato, comiéndome el ano. El perineo le gustaba, tocaba con el dedo y lamía, la yema áspera, la lengua tenue, a mí me salía desde la espalda el placer en forma de pálpito… Metía un dedo por el agujero. Dos. Hasta tres. Dedos finos, largos, ágiles con las cosas pequeñas, tenazas con las grandes. Me cogió del cuello para que nuestras bocas se pegasen y dio con la tecla para que yo licuara entera. Con el pulgar hacía círculos alrededor de mi clítoris, con los dos dedos me masturbaba. Haciéndolo así.. Así… Así…. (Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhh) David tenía la cara destrozada por el acné juvenil. Pero se lavaba todos los días y comía bien. Fue una bonita despedida, la última noche en Delhi. Cenamos bien, nos besamos mucho y prometimos escribirnos… Cosa que no hicimos. Seis meses después se presentó en mi casa con una maleta cargada de hachís. Venía desde Marruecos y tenía que llegar a Inglaterra. Le pagué el billete de bus hasta Santander y le di la mitad para el barco. Me robó las dos cosas de valor que tenía, un par de cadenas de oro. No había vuelto a saber de él. Hasta que Facebook me lo ha traído. Y han vuelto a llamarme Ada… Ada… “Ada o el ardor” de Nabokov. Léanlo… Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de Diario de una Amazona (con Celia Blanco @latanace). 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Welcome back fellow governors we are back discussing the Pennyworth Season 3 three episode Premiere. We're discussing all three episodes in spoiler filled detail. Once you have watched all three episodes come and join us for our podcast. Pennyworth Season 3 Episode 1 “Well To Do” Synopsis Episode Written by: Bruno Heller Episode Directed By: Rob Bailey Five years after the English Civil War put an end to The Raven Union, Alfie, Dave Boy and Bet Sykes are busy rounding up People With Enhancements (PDubz) and delivering them to the government through Martha Wayne and Lucious Fox. Meanwhile, Thomas and Martha are surprised when they are visited by Patrick Wayne, Thomas' estranged father, who is in town on business to find a missing asset, Dr Glub who recently evaded and killed his CIA handler. He is accompanied by a lady called Virginia Devereaux who is mandated to do whatever is needed. Alfie and Dave Boy have a new job to track down a missing socialite Jessica Thistle and return her to her parents. It's a good paying gig but Bet is distracted trying to find former Raven leader John Salt. She finds two former Ravens and after killing them both she's left with a concrete lead on John Salt and a baby. The lads track Jessica to the commune of Sister Suzie and take the drugged up girl back home. But after one night at home Jessica murders her parents and turns up on Alfie's doorstep covered in blood Pennyworth Season 3 Episode 2 “Many Clouds” Synopsis Episode Written by: John Stephens Episode Directed By: Rob Bailey The mystery of the Thistle's death continues at the highest level of government, as Prime Minister Aziz takes an active interest in the case when connections are made to the CIA activity in England by Martha and Lucius Fox. Alfie and Dave Boy move Jessica into hiding, after an attempted kidnap from the hospital where she was being held. They move her to a “safehouse” owned by Sandra, Alfie's former love interest, and currently number 3 in the music charts. Meanwhile, in an attempt to build back their relationship Thomas offers to help his father find his missing asset and suggests putting Alfred Pennyworth on the case. But as things begin to improve between his father they deteriorate between him and Martha as he confronts her about her real job in the field with MI5 that she has been keeping secret from him since the birth of their daughter. As Martha's job takes her to the commune of Sister Suzie, she learns that a new psychotropic drug developed by Doctor Glub was trialed on the members of the commune. Before she can garner more information the CIA barge in killing Sister Suzie and almost taking out Martha before Alfie and Dave Boy show up in the nick of time to dispatch the secret servicemen. Realising Jessica was exposed to the drug, Alfie and Dave Boy race to Sandra's. As they get there Dave Boy shoots Jessica dead to protect Sandra, but he can't help her partied-out dead friends. Pennyworth Season 3 Episode 3 “Comply or Die” Synopsis Episode Written by: Robert Hull Episode Directed By: Jon East At Lucius Fox's secret underground laboratory and home to all the captured PWE's, Gully Troy, aka Captain Blighty, aka hero of the English Civil War and victor over the Ravens, is sad and feels trapped. He escapes the secret base to try and regain some normality, and Alfie is assigned to track him down before he does any serious damage. With Alfie otherwise busy, Dave Boy attends the funeral of Jessica's parents as he becomes wracked with guilt and booze after shooting Jessica dead. As he drinks through the funeral service he makes a sudden and very public admission that he killed Jessica, sending the funeral and coffin into a spin as he is thrown out of the church. Despite the chaos Dave Boy seems to have made an unexpected friend. After a frank conversation with Martha about her ongoing investigation into Dr Gub, Jessica Thistle,
We talk too long about smashing crabs with mallets and our favorite cartoons making comebacks as Matt struggles to speak good. We learn about one of the few comic book characters Katie actually knows and loves, the lightning bringing goddess of weather herself, Storm, all while Matt busts out his slightly above-average impersonation skills that highly impresses Katie. Katie teaches Matt about goldfish! Glub!
On this week's episode, we examine the lives and careers of Aquaman and Prince Namor, the Submariner! To find out WHO the real King of Atlantis is...? Ehm, No! Actually we will feature a battle royale to find out “who is the lamest!” Don't miss this classic episode! GLUB!! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/the-adventures-of/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-adventures-of/support
Nach einer Menge random Gelaber über verlorene Dinge, vertauschte Deutschbücher und neue Erdkundelehrerinnen, kam irgendwann ein besonderes Mitglied aus dem Glub dehr Duhmmen vorbei und wir haben noch ein bisschen weiter Scheiße gelabert und dann war Jana weg. Übrigens keinen Plan ob das Komma vorhin richtig war...
. Also Jana das ist die beste Beschreibung des Jahrhunderts!
People make their bed in the morning. Why tho? Chris and Clint discuss Clint's insane Twitter behavior, angry people, self help, bed making, cold showers, and finding your one true glub.
Our Series 1 Bonus episodes look specifically at the influencers and shapers of your definitions and expectations of happiness and success at work – join Julia Seal this week for some fun insights as we discover the history and multiple meanings behind the ubiquitous Yellow Smiley Face. Discover how Smiley has gone from Turkish Hittite pot decoration, to corporate morale building campaign, to 1970s fad badges, to acid house icon and back again – and what this means about your happiness and success at work. Look too into what the colour Yellow means to you and how this has been shaped by your cultural influences – the colour of Monday, the colour of knowledge or the colour of sunshine and hope. Use our free Coaching Tools, together with your insights into Smiley and the colour Yellow, to unearth your most deeply held beliefs about your happiness and success and learn how to apply them to challenging how you approach your daily happiness, how you can create mini-habits to change the direction of your life today and how your can bring some relief to your most immediate stuckness. And you get to meet the famous Mr Glub! There really is no better time to do this work together! All Series 1 Coaching Tools - https://happiness-matters.coach/free/ Learn more at http://www.happiness-matters.coach or start coaching with us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/HappinessMattersCoach/
EnRedAndo 695 (13 de Junio de 2019) En esta ocasión nos acompaña Javier Ortega Conde (Malkavian) del GLUB, y además de Software Libre, hablamos de [...]
Surprise! Yes, we know we already did our season finale of Baconsale, and yes, we're all trapped in rubble after the cave-in, but we couldn't let the year pass without talking about Jason Momoa's abs -er, I mean Aquaman! After all, this film is a culmination of Joel's challenge to Kent back in February during our "Too Many Spoilers" BaconBit. It's also a chance to see if Kent will maintain his DC bias, even though they're becoming more Marvel-like with each movie. And just in case you haven't seen the film yet, don't worry, the first 21 minutes are spoiler-free! Press play to hear what we think about Glub, Glub, Punch, Punch!
Wenn der Fuchs mit dem Löwen auf Jäger und Bauer trifft, gibt das nicht den Endfight, nach dem sich das anhört. Sondern hoffentlich einen Klassenerhalt. Wenn denn alle Beteiligten den Trainer verstehen und er sie auch. Wir sprechen in dieser Episode neben den Bundesligapartien ausführlicher über den 1. FC Nürnberg und seine Chancen auf den Klassenerhalt. Und decken nebenher ein Thema auf, das viel zu lange klein gehalten wurde: Die französische Invasion der Bundesliga.
Glub glub! Neste episódio os professores Felipe Ben, Vinicius Millan e Rodrigo Ribeiro recebem novamente como convidado o professor de Biologia Paulinho Espíndola para conversar sobre o principal composto por trás da chuva ácida, a molécula mais encontrada em células tumorais e que, em altas doses, certamente pode te matar – mas ao mesmo tempo […]
Walter helps Chester and the costumes with their expansion goals. Nathan and Clark Cocoplex use a submersible to go to a crazy new world. Oh - and there is a new original song! Special thanks this episode to Brian Cullen for lyrics on “The Power of Glub”. And thanks to Mr. Lewis and The News, I guess, for writing the original song :) Remember to rate and subscribe on Apple Podcasts as well as subscribe to the Youtube channel. Thanks! Written and created by Philip Shreck. Art direction and design by Ariel Rutland. Follow us at www.facebook.com/beyondbed
Ida-Sophia og Nicolas taler om de mange forbud der er kommet den seneste tid, meget apropos dækker Siri hvad hun synes der bør være forbudt. Kanye er blevet filosof og vil være som Unicef. Victoria Beckham får en fødselsdagshilsen. Nicolas har en quiz klar til Ida-Sophia og Louise, og til sidst er der One of Those Days.
Nooooo! An unexpected car trip to the vet forces Waffles and Jones to learn the benefits of cooperation. But can teamwork accomplish the unthinkable? Or will a weasley rabbit stand in the way of the world’s greatest escape? Features Jones’ song “All or Most of Her Kibble Will Taste Like my Face” and Mr Glub on his keytar. We want to hear from you! Click here to send us feedback.
Benny can’t wait to celebrate National Gerbil Day. But his plans are foiled when Waffles’s number-one fan Boomer drops by unannounced. Mr. Glub gets hugged too hard, while Jones resorts to bribery to get fans of his own. We want to hear from you! Click here to send us feedback.
Do pets have pet peeves? Waffles wants to know. It’s bath time for Jones -- especially after a spritz from his stinky cologne called “Eau de Tuna” -- and he’s not having it. His plan: Get Waffles in the tub instead. Meanwhile, Benny rants about hamsters and Mr. Glub proves to be a perplexing interview. We want to hear from you! Click here to send us feedback.
Slumber party! Waffles and Jones scheme to get the other dressed up in the ugly sweater, while Benny tries not to get caught in the middle. Will some wise words from Mr. Glub help? Featuring Jones's song “Cats are Totally Purrfect." We want to hear from you! Click here to send us feedback.
Psychologically verified sperg Jeremy and suspected sperg Sarah give advice with an ASD twist and otherwise shoot the shit. ---------- This week we visit a fairground, and offer advice from 100 years ago. ---------- If you have a question in need of advice send it to: spergingoutpod@gmail.com If you want to get your hands on some Sperging Out merch go to redbubble.com/people/SpergingOut/shop Join us on Twitter @spergingout Check out Sarah's other podcasts It's A Duck Blur, Wikihow We Do It and Pop Quiz Hot Shot.
We investigate the Duke Nukem he-man woman haters club, look at the latest in smeary bigfoot evidence, tell you where you can cash in on your own bigfoot pictures, and go under the sea to examine lost, wet civilizations.
Rome Review - English Tongues in the Eternal City. Episode 015 Join Charlie Q and his guests for discussions on life in Rome from inside the walls of the Eternal City. Features include: - Charlie celebrates his 10th anniversary in Rome and recites a short story he wrote in May of 2000 entitled "Glub, Glub". - Southern Bella delivers an update on Fiumicino Airport; - Dante and Politics: Charlie comments on this upcoming election. ... Ready to listen? Right click and "save as" on the link below to download this podcast.
Certa vez, navegando pelo Usina, me deparei com umas entrevistas em áudio que o Rene de Paula fez com alguns profissionais destacados de usabilidade e arquitetura da informação. Na hora me veio a idéia de dar o play enquanto continuo meu trabalho, é a sanha por informação! Já já descobri que só consigo fazer certas coisas enquanto ouço com atenção, como por exemplo: comer, programar, fazer trabalhos braçais como tratar fotos. Ler, redigir, layoutar e outras tarefas criativas não dá certo, infelizmente... Desde que assinei banda larga, comecei a ouvir assiduamente os posts do áudio-blog do Rene, o Roda e Avisa. No começo achava que ele só falava baboseira, conversa para boi dormir, afinal não tem nada de técnica no que ele diz. Não que eu seja contra teoria e reflexão, pelo contrário, adoro ler isso em livros. Mas, no computador, não sei, há uma atmosfera que inibe esse tipo de pensamento. É tanto esímulo que é capaz de me manter acordado até de madrugada. Costumo ler uma penca de artigos na velocidade da luz e só assimilar eles depois quando estou longe do PC. Foi então que tive a idéia óbvia de sintonizar o Roda e Avisa enquanto estivesse lanchando ou mesmo fazendo algo rotineiro no computador. Aí sim aprendi a curtir o negócio. Fiquei tão inspirado que comecei a pensar em testar o recurso neste blog também. O lançamento do podcasting do Tableless foi o empurrão final. Cá estamos e não vou substituir meus escritos. Reservarei ao áudio meus insights menos sistematizados e menos técnicos. Tentarei explicar conceitos complexos, que dificilmente se consegue entender com meras palavras. Aquilo que difere a aula do professor dos livros que tratam do assunto. Então vamos lá. "Senta, que lá vem história" (programa Glub, Glub, TV Cultura, 1990): A lição da Semiótica e da Comunicação para o design de interfaces [MP3 - 10' - 1.8MB] Notas Artigo do Norman Livro The Semiotic Engineering of Human Computer Interaction - Clarisse de Souza O que eu vim fazer da comunicação aqui? Emissor - interpretação - mensagem - interpretação - receptor Máximas de Grice: quantidade, qualidade, clareza e relevância É isso que vou tentar fazer nestes posts sonoros Comente este post