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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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So many of my clients feel trapped because of their financial situation. And it sucks because when you're living from paycheck to paycheck, it's hard to manifest a new life because you're living in survival mode. There is, however, a way to break free from this feeling and finally manifest abundance. And we're going to show you how to do it. Evie is a Latina Salary Negotiation Coach, Speaker, and Podcaster who specializes in helping women negotiate five-figure salary increases. Through her coaching and the Self Worth Accelerator Mastermind, she has empowered women to step into their highest selves, overcome fear, and unlock their full potential in salary negotiations. As of today, Evie has helped her clients secure over $750k in base salary increases. She's been featured on Yo Quiero Dinero, Ch*ngona Revolution, Save 6 Figures with Gina Knox, Say Hola Wealth, Life as a Gringo, Chisme that Matters, and Vida Wish I Knew Then podcasts. In this week's episode, Evie and I talk about how she learned how to feel rich in courage. Before she joined Courage Driven Latina, she had already taken the steps to living a more courageous life by advocating for herself and negotiating her salary. The company that was paying her white male colleague twice as much as her only offered her an additional $1,000 annually. Instead of internalizing or spiraling, Evie applied to other companies in her industry and almost doubled her salary through her negotiating skills. Money was tight, but she believed in herself and took smart, courageous actions anyway. Tune in to hear how Evie is helping Latinas close the wealth gap and how you can learn how to negotiate your salary today! Join Evie's free webinar on November 19th: https://calendly.com/lamalamujer/equal-pay-day-webinar-clone    Follow Evie on: Instagram @‌lamalamujerblog Her Podcast: Págame Her Website: https://lamalamujer.com/ How to Negotiate Your Salary Blog Post on La Mala Mujer Follow Erika on: Instagram @‌theerikacruzTikTok @‌theerikacruzLinkedIn Website: http://www.theerikacruz.com How to work with Erika: Sign up for the FREE webinar, Make 2026 Your Main-Character Year, here! Join the waitlist for the Courage Driven Latina program here. Join the waitlist for the Magnetic Mastermind here!   Podcast production for this episode was provided by CCST, an Afro-Latina-owned boutique podcast production and copywriting studio.

E na última edição do Old News, seu jornal rumo ao passado bizarro, Chico Felitti, Tiago P. Zanetic e Mabê discutem notícias de outrora que incluem: uma nova gíria carioca, piriri do Robert Smith e um Padre dos Balões gringo! 〰️

Diana's off this week, gearing up for her big Texas show with Joe Bob Briggs — so Johnny and Gringo take the reins for Episode 206 and break down a spooky, chaotic Fright Night edition of AEW Dynamite from Edinburg! Samoa Joe survives HOOK, Bobby Lashley, and Ricochet in the Fright Night Four-Way to earn a World Title shot at Full Gear, but Hangman Page gets the upper hand during the contract signing. FTR fight their way through JetSpeed, Jurassic Express, and the Young Bucks to earn a Tag Title match with Brodido, while Darby Allin & Orange Cassidy score the Trick or Treat Tornado Tag win over the Death Riders. The Sisters of Sin advance in the AEW Women's Tag Title Tournament, and Okada's staredown with Takeshita at the Don Callis Family Summit has the wrestling world buzzing. Johnny and Gringo cover all the highlights, twists, and setups as AEW barrels toward Blood and Guts and Full Gear — with no Diana, but plenty of AEW-some energy. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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GARANTA O SEU CARTÃO BTG COM IOF ZERO EM COMPRAS INTERNACIONAIS: https://conteudo.btgpactual.com/iof-zero?utm_channel=parceiros&utm_medium=partners&utm_source=market-makers&utm_campaign=PAR_AWN_BUBANK_iof-zero-speech-mmks_202509&utm_content=qr-code&utm_term=20250909SEJA LEGEND E TENHA ACESSO À INTELIGÊNCIA POR TRÁS DA GESTÃO DE GRANDES FORTUNAS: https://lp.mmakers.com.br/market-makers-legend?xpromo=MI-LEGEND-YT-DESCRICAO-EPISODIO251-20250828-POSTUNICOSOBRELEGEND-MM-XA Bolsa já subiu demais ou a grande festa está apenas começando?No Market Makers 278, Thiago Salomão recebe Larissa Quaresma (Empiricus) e Bruno Lima (BTG Pactual) para um debate profundo sobre o momento da bolsa brasileira. O Ibovespa parece ter subido muito em 2025, mas nossos convidados explicam por que o ponto de partida estava extremamente deprimido (negociando a 7x lucros) e por que o mercado continua barato.Bruno Lima revela os bastidores de um roadshow recente do BTG Pactual: o investidor estrangeiro está, de fato, voltando a olhar para a América Latina. Enquanto o "gringo" de curto prazo busca o óbvio carry trade (diferencial de juros), o investidor de longo prazo – aquele que faz uma diligência de 18 meses – começa a estudar o Brasil, focando em setores como Financeiro e Utilities.Larissa Quaresma reforça que o cenário para a eleição de 2026 não é "binário". A necessidade de uma reforma fiscal é inevitável, independente do governo. Quem esperar a definição da eleição para comprar, argumenta ela, provavelmente não comprará a bolsa a 9x lucros, mas sim perto da média histórica de 12x.Para capturar o iminente ciclo de queda de juros (Selic), Larissa Quaresma revela suas 4 teses de investimento favoritas que combinam sensibilidade macro com turnarounds ou crescimento micro. Ela detalha as estratégias para:-Cosan (CSAN3): Como a empresa endereça sua alavancagem com aumentos de capital e a entrada de BTG e Perfin.-Localiza (RENT3): Por que o pesadelo dos preços de seminovos acabou e a empresa volta a focar na rentabilidade.-Smart Fit (SMFT3): A consolidadora de academias com forte geração de caixa "escondida" pela contabilidade.-Rede D'Or (RDOR3): As sinergias com a Sulamérica que a colocam como vencedora em um setor de saúde desafiador.Além disso, discutimos as lições de Peter Lynch e Warren Buffett que todo investidor precisa relembrar e o impacto da surpreendente eleição na Argentina.E para você, qual destas ações (Cosan, Localiza, Smart Fit ou Rede D'Or) tem o maior potencial no ciclo de queda da Selic? Deixe sua opinião nos comentários!

Welcome to the Monday Breakfast for October 20th 2025. On today's show: Headlines: World's largest displacement crisis in SudanPolice violence at yesterday's anti-racist counter rally Finocchiaro government in the so-called Northern Territory announced that trans women would be banned from female prisonsSegments: - Edmi spoke with Chris Arnott about a self-defence program run at Clifton Hill Jiu Jitsu Club for  marginalized communities, as well as the importance of body sovereignty. Chris is a Barapa Barapa and Wiradjuri man, the first Aboriginal Black Belt for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, the first Gringo to be graded to third Dan by a Favella club in Brazil being slum-Rocinha Jiu Jitsu. Chris has spent 20 years working as an Aboriginal social worker, and spent 15 years in punk rock bands. For the last 18 years Chris has run Clifton Hill Jiu Jitsu club. The community self defence workshop will run on Saturday November 22nd. A flyer with more details will be available via social media soon, so keep your eyes peeled.- The Monday Breakfast show was then joined by Violet and Jordan from the Defend Dissent Coalition about a proposed mask ban at protests being discussed in the Upper house of Vic Parliament. We also spoke about the importance of masking in all public spaces, the NSW Supreme Court decision about police's move-on powers, and changing attitudes towards protesting in Naarm. Be sure to attend tomorrow's speak-out against the City of Melbourne's 2025-2029 Draft Plan, which includes motions to increase surveillance, repress protest, and criminalise homelessness. It's taking place Tuesday the 21st of October 2025 at Melbourne Town Hall from 4:30PM. - Hannah spoke with Sarah Panckridge from the Consumer Policy Research Centre about their 'Setting The Price' report, detailing landlords' attitudes towards rent increases and definitions of a 'good tenant'. Read more about the CPRC and their work here.- The show ends with a short segment from Earth Matters, featuring Ali Gerritsen of Good For The Gong's perspective on the energy transition. Listen to the full episode here or tune in live to Earth Matters on Sundays from 11 - 11:30AM. Songs played: - 'Charity' - Courtney Barnett - 'El Kofeyye Arabeyye' - Shadia Mansour (feat. M-1 of Dead Prez)

¡Que pasa locos!Pues si chavales, nosotros también fallamos de vez en cuando. La semana pasada no pudimos reunirnos para grabar pero eso ha hecho que hayamos podido avanzar bastante en los juegos.Marco ha terminado el Silksong y se ha puesto a tope con el Ghost of Yotei, así que tendréis unas primeras impresiones.Joak ha terminado Hades 2 y como habréis podido averiguar por el título, le ha encantado.En uno de los mejores años de videojuegos, Gringo ha decidido jugar a Majora's mask y le pone nota.Como siempre tocaremos las noticias y leeremos comentarios.¡Esperemos que os guste!NUESTA LISTA DE RECOMENDACIONES Esta lista de juegos es la que hemos llegado por consenso (y por imposiciones de Joak) como los 10 juegos que recomendamos desde ICG. Se podrán realizar cambios cuando los integrantes consideren que hay un nuevo merecedor de entrar en dicha lista, siempre teniendo que eliminar uno de los aquí presentes.Red dead redemption 2HadesThe last of us 2Elden ringMass effect 2Xcom 2World of warcraftHollow knightZelda breath of the wildPersona 5 royale¡Encuentra tu versión 2.0 con los consejos de Joakin Dead!⁠https://www.amazon.es/dp/B0BHTZPJMH/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_api_EX5KV44ACRD6C0165XDM⁠Aquí tienes tu podido de descuento de Wetaca: JOAQUINL4097Recordad, si queréis saber mas de nosotros, a continuación toda la información:InsertCoin Games:Grupo de Discord: ⁠https://discord.gg/aJrZFRC⁠Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_TLx2vHlr7AJ4kPgckx68wTwitch: ⁠https://www.twitch.tv/insertcoingames⁠Twitter: @ICGames_ESInstagram: insertcoingames_Se os quiere!

Fala, pessoal! Caio Augusto recebe neste 478 do TerraçoCast Rachel de Sá, Renata Kotscho e Fernanda Peres de Melo! Os assuntos foram os seguintes: Rachel, quais são os motivos que fazem com que o investidor estrangeiro esteja se interessando novamente pelos ativos brasileiros? Renata, com o Boletim Internacional: o acordo de paz no Oriente Médio encaminhado por Trump (e até então bem sucedido); Fernanda, estaria o Japão finalmente deixando as empresas zumbi quebrarem? Confira nossa Linktree, lá você nos encontra em todos os lugares! https://linktr.ee/terracoeconomico  Você encontra esse podcast nas seguintes plataformas: Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, CastBox, Deezer, iHeart, JioSaavn, Listen Notes, Player FM, Podcast Addict, Podchaser, YouTube e YouTube Music Episódio editado por ATHELAS Edições de Áudio

Most unicorns never leave the stable.We celebrate billion-dollar valuations on paper like they're cash exits—but in Latin America, the real wins are different.The true backbone of the region's startup ecosystem isn't paper unicorns. It's the strategic acquisitions that return capital, recycle talent, and prove you can actually build, scale, and exit here. Yet we give them almost no airtime compared to funding rounds.So earlier this year—months before Sem Parar, the Brazilian mobility giant owned by Corpay, a NYSE-listed payments company with a market cap of over $20 billion, acquired Gringo, a super app for drivers, for about $200 million—I sat down with Caique (Kai) Carvalho, Gringo's co-founder and former Chief Product Officer.We talked about what really matters when building a consumer-tech company:The hard lessons behind two failed startups—and how they shaped Kai's approach to product-market fit.The principles of great UX—why listening to customers isn't enough, and how design clarity turned Gringo into one of Brazil's most-loved consumer apps.The 80/20 rule of growth—why mastering one acquisition channel drove most of Gringo's traction.The business-model decisions that turned a WhatsApp MVP into a platform processing billions of reais in transactions every year.The art of building a cap table—how Gringo brought in investors like Kaszek, VEF, and Valor Capital for their complementary strengths.The culture principles that helped the team scale without losing its startup DNA.Join The J Curve Community:⁠⁠⁠⁠Newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠: Weekly deep dives into LATAM's hottest deals, emerging trends, and market intelligence⁠⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn⁠⁠⁠⁠: Daily market insights and exclusive founder updates⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠: Behind-the-scenes podcast moments and quick industry takes⁠⁠⁠⁠Hit subscribe⁠⁠⁠⁠ and share this episode with fellow entrepreneurs and investors

Google, Meta et OpenAI ont tous dégainé leurs modèles vidéo : Veo 3, Vibes et Sora 2. Trois applis et un même objectif : transformer nos feeds en un flux infini d'images générées par l'IA. On va revenir sur ces lancements, parce que derrière ces modèles, c'est une nouvelle ère qui s'annonce : celle des réseaux sociaux auto-générés. On va aussi décrypter la mécanique des cameos, ces clones numériques capables de reproduire ton visage et ta voix. On parlera des prouesses créatives, mais aussi des dérives possibles. Et puis, on va se projeter : à quoi ressemble un monde où l'actualité, les émotions et même nos souvenirs seraient générés par l'intelligence artificielle ?Bref, un épisode passionnant.Les amigos, nous sommes peut-être à l'aube d'une bascule historique : celle où la réalité n'a plus besoin d'être filmée, mais générée par l'intelligence artificielle.===============================

Adam is a Canadian living in deep rural Argentina, in a tropical region called Misiones. In this podcast, Adam shares what it's like to be a gringo in a rural farming community in Northern Argentina, where he has started building houses.

#1- When stupid "show off" gringos get robbed: Are they asking for it or is it just bad luck?    #2- Why do so many young adult Black American tourists wear gaudy, stupid bling: Duh... Don't they know its an idiot's invitation to get robbed?    #3- The Gringo “tourist” uniform and look: Why Latinos can spot us a mile away…   #4- Is Guatemala still a good choice for your Plan-B or is the bloom off the rose?     #5- The ins-and-outs of buying prescription drugs in a Latin American pharmacy and flying back home with the stuff: Will US customs mess with you or not?    #6- A listener does 6 weeks in a Mexican jail and buys his way out: Just another “boots on the ground” story…  #7- Our own Expat Captain Mango has developed a unique one-on-one Crypto consulting and training service (he's been deep into crypto since 2013). To get started, email him at: bewarecaptainmango@gmail.com 

Chaque soir dans un podcast inédit, un ou une membre de l'équipe vous dévoile l'un des cas les plus attendus de l'émission du lendemain ! Tous les jours, retrouvez en podcast les meilleurs moments de l'émission "Ça peut vous arriver", sur RTL.fr et sur toutes vos plateformes préférées.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Entre suicide assisté par IA, scandales sexuels chez Meta et soumission de la Tech à Trump, une seule question : cette semaine dans Silicon Carne, on explore le Dark Side de la Tech :

Episode 201 of The AEW-some Pod kicks off with Collision: Daniel Garcia stacking wins (and calling out Mox), Kyle Fletcher & Josh Alexander out-heeling O'Reilly & Ishii, Hologram glitching his way past Jay Lethal, Big Bill smashing Juice Robinson, FTR calling their shot for Toronto, and Alex Windsor firing back at Mercedes Moné. Then it's over to Dynamite in Philly — a night of absolute chaos: Darby dragging Gabe Kidd off in a body bag, Hook putting Wheeler Yuta on notice, Riho's surprise save to set her sights on Moné's TBS Title, Mark Briscoe standing tall, and the main event eight-man war capped by Kenny Omega being stretchered out after a Callis Family massacre. Along the way, your hosts Diana Prince (The Last Drive-In on Shudder & AMC+), Gringo Fantastico (Troma), and Johnny Taylor (stand-up comedian, “Bummin' With the Devil” on Tubi) bring the laughs and hot takes — though Gringo nearly gets booted from the pod after daring to suggest Brodido should drop the belts to the Death Riders.

¡Que pasa locos!Pues empezamos septiembre como acabamos agosto, con un podcast semana de ICG. Esta semana tocamos muchos palos. Leemos comentarios dolorosos, Marco nos hace un review del Mafia y Gringo suelta un statement que tendrá a los fanboys de Nintendo echando humo por la cabeza.Terminamos con el boticario de Joakin dead.¡Esperemos que os guste!NUESTA LISTA DE RECOMENDACIONES Esta lista de juegos es la que hemos llegado por consenso (y por imposiciones de Joak) como los 10 juegos que recomendamos desde ICG. Se podrán realizar cambios cuando los integrantes consideren que hay un nuevo merecedor de entrar en dicha lista, siempre teniendo que eliminar uno de los aquí presentes.Red dead redemption 2HadesThe last of us 2Elden ringMass effect 2Xcom 2World of warcraftHollow knightZelda breath of the wildPersona 5 royale¡Encuentra tu versión 2.0 con los consejos de Joakin Dead!⁠https://www.amazon.es/dp/B0BHTZPJMH/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_api_EX5KV44ACRD6C0165XDM⁠Aquí tienes tu podido de descuento de Wetaca: JOAQUINL4097Recordad, si queréis saber mas de nosotros, a continuación toda la información:InsertCoin Games:Grupo de Discord: ⁠https://discord.gg/aJrZFRC⁠Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_TLx2vHlr7AJ4kPgckx68wTwitch: ⁠https://www.twitch.tv/insertcoingames⁠Twitter: @ICGames_ESInstagram: insertcoingames_Se os quiere!

What'd you call me?! This week we talk about a Mexico period piece, Old Gringo(22:20), and a New York Italian comedy, Kiss Me Guido ( 49:00). We talk about all the usual: man ass, Wet Hot American Summer, possible incest, and one of the strangest horse stunts we've ever seen!

The Forbidden Door was once again ajar and the stars emerged. It was a crazy Sunday in London, England with a sellout crowd of nearly 20,000 and Diana, Johnny, and Gringo are here to give you the scoop on the drama, the returns, and the battles! Will Ospreay and company, consisting of the Golden Lovers, Tanahashi, and Darby Allin fought in an all out war against the Deathriders' Jon Moxley and Claudio Castagnoli, the Young Bucks, and Mr. Personality, Gabe Kidd in a steel cage! Hangman and MJF fought to a somewhat controversial ending, Swerve was decimated by a returning star, Toni Storm and Athena smacked one another around with the Women's World Heavyweight Championship up for grabs, the Hurt Syndicate were bettered by hooded figures, Cope and Christian reunited for some turmoil against a returning Luchasau... Killswitch! Did the event live up to the trios expectations? Find out on this week's latest episode!

Johnny, Diana, and Gringo ingested this week's AEW Collision and are here to break it down for you, piece by piece. With Forbidden Door on the near horizon, Collision opened more doors to get you ready for the London action. Toni Storm and Athena are nearly ready to decapitate one another for your amusement. FTR uses salty tactics to pepper Brodido ahead of their number one contender's match for the tag titles. Ace Austin makes his “inevitable” debut against Ricochet. Another member of the women's roster becomes $100,000 richer. Brian Keith gets no respect, while Nigel McGuiness reluctantly tastes the sweet tears of Daniel Garcia after a hard-hitting “technical spectacle.” Also, what's a Collision without an obligatory Hologram appearance. Additionally, the trio talks headlines from the entire world of professional wrestling, from Drew McIntyre being the best heel he can be, to Matt Riddle rants, and more Karrion Kross speculation. We have all the takes you can handle!

Diana, Johnny, and Gringo break down a Dynamite where Hangman roasts MJF into a title match, Darby gets zipped up and spun until Ospreay flips the script with a cage challenge, and Christian's “hug” with Copeland has us all side-eyeing. Plus: Hiromu steals an 8-man, Swerve and Okada talk trash, Samoa Joe chokes one out, and MJF still finds time for a sneaky parking-lot beatdown.

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¡Toca la pantalla en todo momento! ¡Photoshop en vivo! Familia, esta semana el señor Victorino decidió unirse a los Mach0rros para cortar puentes con varias figuras públicas y dejársela caer a un paL de podcasteros. La gobernadora celebra su cumpleaños al son de Baby Rasta y Gringo, El Líder y Marcos andan escolta'os con Cristo bendiciendo a todo Pe Erre, mientras que Yovín invita a un grupo de retarda'os para una gira en La Fortaleza. Además, Victorino nos cuenta todos los secretos de la casita de Bad Bunny, y lo que sintió cuando Janthony le cobró $10,000 por entrar a la residencia. Esto es La Hora Mach0rra, el único podcast que no se deja sobar. Recuerda: si te ofendes, eso no es problema de nosotros. #LaHoraMachorra   BOLETOS PAL SHOW DE OSCAR EN FLORIDA: https://boletos.prticket.com/events/en/oscarjadeenflorida   NOS VAMOS LIVE EN OCTUBRE! CONSIGUE TUS BOLETOS: https://boletos.prticket.com/events/en/lahoramachorra   LA MEJOR TIENDA DE ROPA: (TODA MODA en CAGUAS): https://www.instagram.com/todamoda/   USA EL CÓDIGO "MACHORRA15" PARA UN 15% DE DESCUENTO EN: https://www.manscaped.com/   EL MEJOR PATREON DE PUERTO RICO: https://www.patreon.com/lahoramachorra   PARA ARBOLITOS CUSTOM DE NAVIDAD Y OTRAS ARTESANÍAS: https://www.instagram.com/pr_artisans/ INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/lahoramachorra/ CANAL DE CLIPS: https://www.youtube.com/c/lahoramachorraclips LA MARCA DE ROPA DE VALI: https://www.resistancecompany.com/   Hosts: Alexis 'Macetaminofén' Zárraga, José Valiente & Oscar Navarro === REDES === Maceta https://www.facebook.com/TioMacetaminofen https://twitter.com/Macetaminofen https://www.instagram.com/macetaminofen/ Valiente https://www.youtube.com/user/valiente101 https://twitter.com/JoseValiente https://www.instagram.com/josevalientepr/ Oscar https://linktr.ee/oscarnavarropr     

This week on The AEW-some Pod, Diana Prince, Gringo Fantastico, and Johnny Taylor ride into Roanoke for a Collision recap that's got it all—big boots, bigger pops, and… a suspicious amount of chopping. The Fletcher vs. Ishii TNT Title slugfest was about the only thing Gringo liked, Hangman lit up his home-state crowd, and Willow Nightingale tried to steal the night from an entire spooky trio. Plus—Big Bill keeps wandering into other people's matches, Ricochet's “respect tour” continues, and Harley Cameron's pink mask might be haunted. Strap in—this one's part love letter, part roast.

This is the exclusive audio breakdown section for episode 170 – Expresiones Idiomáticas Sobre el Clima en Español | Idiomatic Expressions About the Weather in Spanish.Get access to the full interactive transcript, quizzes, and more for this and every episode by joining our community, La Escala, at spanishandgo.com/community.

Gentrification has become a hot topic in Mexico City—especially in popular neighborhoods like Roma and Condesa. In this episode, we share our perspective as a bicultural couple living in Mexico and unpack the complexities behind the recent protests. We talk about housing concerns, immigration policy, local frustrations, and how foreigners can travel more responsibly while still feeling welcomed in Mexico.Key Takeaways:The recent protests are more about housing inequality and lack of regulation than about foreigners themselves.Mexico's lenient immigration and Airbnb policies have contributed to housing issues in tourist-heavy neighborhoods.Responsible tourism and cultural respect are key to creating positive change for both locals and visitors.Relevant Links And Additional Resources:126 – ¿Gringos Gentrificando México? | Gringos Gentrifying Mexico?Level up your Spanish with our Podcast MembershipGet the full transcript of each episode so you don't miss a wordListen to an extended breakdown section in English going over the most important words and phrasesTest your comprehension with a multiple choice quizIf you enjoy Learn Spanish and Go, please consider subscribing, rating, and reviewinSupport the show

¡Que pasa locos!Esta semana traemos al streamer oficial para formas un nuevo cuarteto.Marco vuelve de vacaciones y tiene mucho que decir sobre el arte de los videojuegos. Gringo quiso dejar a Marco sin voz en uno de sus topics favoritos.Ya hemos probado el Donkey Kong Bananza y tenemos mucho que decir.Terminamos hablando de velada, mucho salseo señores!¡Esperemos que os guste!NUESTA LISTA DE RECOMENDACIONES Esta lista de juegos es la que hemos llegado por consenso (y por imposiciones de Joak) como los 10 juegos que recomendamos desde ICG. Se podrán realizar cambios cuando los integrantes consideren que hay un nuevo merecedor de entrar en dicha lista, siempre teniendo que eliminar uno de los aquí presentes.Red dead redemption 2HadesThe last of us 2Elden ringMass effect 2Xcom 2World of warcraftHollow knightZelda breath of the wildPersona 5 royale¡Encuentra tu versión 2.0 con los consejos de Joakin Dead!⁠https://www.amazon.es/dp/B0BHTZPJMH/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_api_EX5KV44ACRD6C0165XDM⁠Aquí tienes tu podido de descuento de Wetaca: JOAQUINL4097Recordad, si queréis saber mas de nosotros, a continuación toda la información:InsertCoin Games:Grupo de Discord: ⁠https://discord.gg/aJrZFRC⁠Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_TLx2vHlr7AJ4kPgckx68wTwitch: ⁠https://www.twitch.tv/insertcoingames⁠Twitter: @ICGames_ESInstagram: insertcoingames_Se os quiere!

#1- Johnny's AUGUST 2025 EXPAT INSIDER SEMINAR has been postponed: Stay tuned for updates…   #2- Lessons learned from Gringo business failures in Latin America: Many gringos and expats have had an “Honorable” failure…      #3- TEN ways your Latin American business can go down the tubes: Keep your eyes open for these early warning signs…   #4- A big and tall man complains about living in Latin America:    #5- Forced biometric data collection arrives for all Mexican citizens and residents: A very bad idea in a failed state that is controlled by narcos…      #6- Be sure to pick up my newly updated, "LATIN AMERICAN HEALTHCARE REPORT": the new edition for 2025 (and beyond) is available now, including the latest "Stem Cell Clinic" info and data and my top picks for the best treatment centers for expats and gringos. Just go to www.ExpatPlanB.com      #7- Our own Expat Captain Mango has developed a unique one-on-one Crypto consulting and training service (he's been deep into crypto since 2013). To get started, email him at: bewarecaptainmango@gmail.com 

Gost epizode 189 je bil Simon Doma, ki je kot kokainska “mula” nepričakovano pristal v venezuelski zaporniški izkušnji. V epizodi se dotakneva naslednjih tematik: Finančna stiska Venezuelska izkušnja Aretacija in prvi zapor Življenje v zaporu Los Teques Postajanje del skupnosti v zaporu Premestitev v zapor Rodeo II Prilagajanje na novo zaporniško okolje Vrnitev v Slovenijo Razmisleki in naučene lekcije =================== Prijavi se na AIDEA newsletter (obvestilo glede LIVE AIDEA dogodka): https://aidea.si/aidea-mailing-lista 

¡Que pasa locos!Joaquin y Gringo hablan de lo que es el arte en los videojuegos ¿Es el apartado visual, o lo es tambien el diseño sonoro, la narrativa o la coherencia del universo? Tanto desde los juegos de hace años, como los actuales, pasando por juegos Indies y AAA, se tocan todos los palos sin dejar nada al azar. ¿Y tu que opinas? Por otro lado hablamos del Wuchang, el amor pasional de Marco por Raiden, y desgranamos un poco el final de la ultima temporada de The Bear, con spoilers, por lo que abstenerse de escuchar si deseais ver el final.¡Esperemos que os guste!NUESTA LISTA DE RECOMENDACIONES Esta lista de juegos es la que hemos llegado por consenso (y por imposiciones de Joak) como los 10 juegos que recomendamos desde ICG. Se podrán realizar cambios cuando los integrantes consideren que hay un nuevo merecedor de entrar en dicha lista, siempre teniendo que eliminar uno de los aquí presentes.Red dead redemption 2HadesThe last of us 2Elden ringMass effect 2Xcom 2World of warcraftHollow knightZelda breath of the wildPersona 5 royale¡Encuentra tu versión 2.0 con los consejos de Joakin Dead!⁠https://www.amazon.es/dp/B0BHTZPJMH/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_api_EX5KV44ACRD6C0165XDM⁠Aquí tienes tu podido de descuento de Wetaca: JOAQUINL4097Recordad, si queréis saber mas de nosotros, a continuación toda la información:InsertCoin Games:Grupo de Discord: ⁠https://discord.gg/aJrZFRC⁠Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_TLx2vHlr7AJ4kPgckx68wTwitch: ⁠https://www.twitch.tv/insertcoingames⁠Twitter: @ICGames_ESInstagram: insertcoingames_Se os quiere!

#1- Johnny's AUGUST 2025 EXPAT INSIDER SEMINAR has been postponed: Stay tuned for updates…    #2- How to find the right Gringo business niche in Latin America: FYI- restaurants and tourist agencies are NOT business niches…    #3- Will you be extorted in Latin America? How frequent is it and what are the chances it will happen to you…   #4- Oil pipeline and LP gas thieves: A few words about the second largest illegal business in Mexico…   #5- In Ecuador, sexual violence against women is out of control: Because upwards of 40% of Ecuadorian women report they have been targeted, the president is pushing hard for a mandatory chemical castration law for rapists:    #6- Be sure to pick up my newly updated, "LATIN AMERICAN HEALTHCARE REPORT": the new edition for 2025 (and beyond) is available now, including the latest "Stem Cell Clinic" info and data and my top picks for the best treatment centers for expats and gringos. Just go to www.ExpatPlanB.com        #7- Our own Expat Captain Mango has developed a unique one-on-one Crypto consulting and training service (he's been deep into crypto since 2013). To get started, email him at: bewarecaptainmango@gmail.com     

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Il bossait à San Francisco, avait une vie bien rangée. Et puis un jour, il décide de tout lâcher pour traverser le Pacifique seul, en kayak, sans voile, sans assistance. Trois mois en mer. 4000 kilomètres à la rame. Puis, quelques années plus tard, il recommence : l'Atlantique cette fois.Dans cet épisode Off The Record, Cyril Derreumaux raconte sans filtre ce que ça fait de vivre l'aventure absolue : les préparatifs, la solitude, les hallucinations, les coups de panique, la discipline mentale… et ce moment où il comprend qu'il ne pourra plus jamais revenir à une vie normale.On parle de l'appel du large, du besoin d'aller au bout de soi, de l'intime, de la peur, du mental d'acier, de ce que l'océan t'arrache — et de ce qu'il te rend.Un épisode brut, intense, inspirant. À l'image de Cyril : déterminé, lucide et libre.===============================

In a special announcement, Leo reveals the new, hyper-focused mission for the 7 Figures Club that will change the show forever. To launch this new chapter, he shares a surprisingly personal story about failure, fluency, and finance. What could learning Portuguese in the streets of Brazil, or Spanish in Chile, possibly have to do with closing million-dollar funding deals? The answer is not what you think, and it contains the blueprint for your success. Leo explains why the skills he learned as a struggling "gringo" in South America are the same ones that separate average loan brokers from 7-figure funding CEOs. Are you caught in "analysis paralysis," studying endlessly but afraid to take the next step? This episode exposes a dangerous plateau where most entrepreneurs get stuck, believing they're "good enough" while their true potential withers. Leo reveals the one "maniacal obsession" required to break free, but it's a commitment most aren't willing to make. Listen now to discover why the most effective business-building strategy feels a lot like looking like a fool, and how the moments you feel most lost might be the clearest sign that you're finally on the right track. For More Info: https://MyFundingMachine.com Email: info@7figures.com

En este episodio de #LosStreameadores te platicamos de: Superman, Los Gringo Hunters, Las Azules, Los Sobrevivientes, Sandman 2 & El Verano En Que Hikaru Murió • Elenco del episodio: Freddy Gaitán, Laura Aréchiga, Ricardo Verástegui, Luis Bueno, Rubén Vidales y Juan Carlos Mendiola. ¡Podcast para #Streameadores de TIEMPO COMPLETO! Visita: https://www.freddygaitan.com.mx ¡Síguenos! https://www.instagram.com/losstreameadores/ https://www.instagram.com/rverastegui/ https://www.instagram.com/freddygaitan/ https://www.instagram.com/laura.arevi/ Producido en Inspiral México: http://www.inspiral.com.mx

Un ciudadano estadounidense fue capturado en territorio mexicano con armamento táctico y presumiendo ser ex CIA, veterano de guerra y hasta combatiente en Ucrania…Pero todo era una mentira. Una farsa peligrosa.Al mismo tiempo, Ovidio Guzmán, hijo de "El Chapo", ve retirados los cargos en EE.UU., y Julio César Chávez Jr. es detenido por supuestos vínculos con La Chapiza, una de las facciones más violentas del Cártel de Sinaloa.¿Qué está pasando en México? ¿Quién protege a quién? ¿Y por qué siempre el pueblo es el que paga?Dale play al video completo y cuéntanos en los comentarios si crees que todo esto es coincidencia…¿o parte de algo más grande que aún no nos han contado?Comparte este video y etiqueta a alguien que NECESITE ver esto.

World news in 7 minutes. Wednesday 9th July 2025.Today: Taliban warrants. Israel Hamas slow progress. Nepal China floods. China easy visa. Yemen Houthis kill Filipinos. Mexico xenophobia. Brazil BRICS. Africa malaria treatment. South Africa corrupt police minister. Ukraine deep strikes. Trump Putin bullsh*t. France Macron visit. France fires. Germany record ode.SEND7 is supported by our amazing listeners like you.Our supporters get access to the transcripts and vocabulary list written by us every day.Our supporters get access to an English worksheet made by us once per week.Our supporters get access to our weekly news quiz made by us once per week.We give 10% of our profit to Effective Altruism charities. You can become a supporter at send7.org/supportContact us at podcast@send7.org or send an audio message at speakpipe.com/send7Please leave a rating on Apple podcasts or Spotify.We don't use AI! Every word is written and recorded by us!Since 2020, SEND7 (Simple English News Daily in 7 minutes) has been telling the most important world news stories in intermediate English. Every day, listen to the most important stories from every part of the world in slow, clear English. Whether you are an intermediate learner trying to improve your advanced, technical and business English, or if you are a native speaker who just wants to hear a summary of world news as fast as possible, join Stephen Devincenzi and Juliet Martin every morning. Transcripts, vocabulary lists, worksheets and our weekly world news quiz are available for our amazing supporters at send7.org. Simple English News Daily is the perfect way to start your day, by practising your listening skills and understanding complicated daily news in a simple way. It is also highly valuable for IELTS and TOEFL students. Students, teachers, TEFL teachers, and people with English as a second language, tell us that they use SEND7 because they can learn English through hard topics, but simple grammar. We believe that the best way to improve your spoken English is to immerse yourself in real-life content, such as what our podcast provides. SEND7 covers all news including politics, business, natural events and human rights. Whether it is happening in Europe, Africa, Asia, the Americas or Oceania, you will hear it on SEND7, and you will understand it.Get your daily news and improve your English listening in the time it takes to make a coffee.For more information visit send7.org/contact or send an email to podcast@send7.org

L'intelligence artificielle est partout. Elle corrige tes mails, te conseille quoi regarder, aide tes enfants à faire leurs devoirs. Mais derrière cette promesse d'assistance, une autre réalité s'installe : celle d'une technologie qui influence nos décisions, nos émotions, nos pensées — parfois sans qu'on s'en rende compte.Dans cet épisode de Silicon Carne, on explore comment l'IA s'immisce dans nos cerveaux… et dans nos vies.===============================

#1- Johnny's AUGUST 2025 EXPAT INSIDER SEMINAR has been postponed: Stay tuned for updates…  #2- Does Trump derangement syndrome and Elon Musk derangement syndrome (by proxy) exist in Latin America?    #3- Ground clearance and your car: Bet you've never even heard the term before, yet it's of great importance when buying a car in Latin America…   #4- Owning an EV (Electric vehicle) in Latin America: Good or bad idea?  #5- Gringo and expat car buying mistakes while in Latin America:  #6- Be sure to pick up my newly updated, "LATIN AMERICAN HEALTHCARE REPORT": the new edition for 2025 (and beyond) is available now, including the latest "Stem Cell Clinic" info and data and my top picks for the best treatment centers for expats and gringos. Just go to www.ExpatPlanB.com      #7- Our own Expat Captain Mango has developed a unique one-on-one Crypto consulting and training service (he's been deep into crypto since 2013). To get started, email him at: bewarecaptainmango@gmail.com   

Dans cet épisode, on décrypte la nouvelle stratégie de Zuckerberg :

Il était VP Worldwide de la relation client chez Tesla, responsable ensuite des opérations chez Lyft avant de bosser avec Masayoshi Son chez Softbank pour devenir enfin CEO de GetAround. Il a vu la Silicon Valley de l'intérieur, de très près. Dans cet épisode Off The Record, Karim Bousta raconte sans filtre son parcours, sa relation avec Elon Musk et Masa Son, ses choix, ses galères, et ce que ça coûte vraiment de réussir dans la Tech américaine.On parle de l'enfer du middle management chez Tesla, de la guerre Uber vs Lyft, de Softbank, et de ses milliards, de burn-out, d'ego, de résilience, et de comment il a fini CEO de Getaround avant de lancer son propre fond.Un épisode sans bullshit, à l'image de Karim : cash, précis, et profondément humain.===============================

Elon Musk a-t-il perdu les pédales… ou tenté un coup d'État politique depuis son compte X ?Dans cet épisode de Silicon Carne, on revient sur les dessous d'un clash historique entre deux égos surdimensionnés. De la réélection de Trump à la chute de Musk en passant par les accusations de drogue, les conflits d'intérêts, et la panique qui gagne la Silicon Valley, on décrypte une crise politique aux conséquences explosives.===============================

Et si la mort n'était plus une fatalité… mais un bug à corriger ?Dans cet épisode de Silicon Carne, on plonge dans la nouvelle obsession des élites de la tech : ne plus mourir. Bryan Johnson, biohacking extrême, pilules à la chaîne, douches glacées, sang de son fils injecté… la Silicon Valley expérimente un nouveau genre d'utopie : l'immortalité par la data.Est-ce une révolution scientifique ? Une dérive narcissique ? Une fuite en avant face à la peur de vieillir ? On en parle avec trois invités qui incarnent chacun une facette de cette nouvelle religion du corps augmenté :===============================

Le Google qu'on a connu est mort. Celui du moteur de recherche, des liens sponsorisés et de la domination sans partage. Aujourd'hui, c'est Gemini qui prend le relais.À la Google I/O 2025, Sundar Pichai a acté ce virage historique : l'intelligence artificielle sera désormais l'interface par défaut de tous les produits Google. Même la Search, la vache à lait historique, passe à l'IA.Mais derrière les démos impressionnantes, une question brûle :

Jérôme Monceaux a consacré sa vie à insuffler de l'âme aux machines. Cofondateur d'Aldebaran, père de NAO et de Pepper, il a vécu l'âge d'or de la robotique française… avant d'en claquer la porte, en désaccord avec la vision de SoftBank.Depuis, il trace sa propre route. Avec SpooN, il explore l'univers des avatars émotionnels. Et avec Enchanted Tools, il défend une idée radicale : celle d'une robotique incarnée, tangible, expressive — à mille lieues de l'IA invisible qui obsède la Silicon Valley.Dans cet entretien sans filtre, Jérôme revient sur ses réussites, ses désillusions, ses choix, et sur cette conviction profonde : la technologie ne vaut rien sans émotion, sans esthétique, sans poésie.===================

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You are in for a treat today, pilgrim! I'll be ranking my favorite Western films of all time. I have a feeling many of these films will get a tip of my hat. However, I hope some of them are bad so I can shoot them into their grave. Keep your trigger finger ready and your eyes on the screen—yee-haw!