Podcasts about icicles

The Goin' Deep Show Episode 2212's live from Murphy's Irish Lair, where Kid A.G. and El Pres are drowning in frozen beer disasters, drooling over T-shirts they'd shank a nun for, and begging AI to get sexy while she chokes like a robot on a bender. It's loud, it's dumb, and it's gonna leave you questioning your life—let's dive in fuck face! Icicle Beer Shitstorm: Kid A.G.'s PBR turns into a frosty buttplug because Kid brought over brews straight from Antarctica. “Icicles in my beer?   T-Shirt Heist of the Century: Our Favorite bartender at Chet's with a t-shirt collection so hot, Kid's already calling dibs.    “With My Balls” Playlist : Kid A.G. drops a 48 hundred-song alt-rock monster called “With My Balls.” “Hey Siri, shuffle with my balls!”  AI Sexy Dumpster Fire: Kid tries to get freaky with AI, but it's a trainwreck. “Feel my pubes on your flipy flaps?”—Siri sounds like a stripper who's late for daycare pickup, and El Pres can't stop laughing. Sex mode: DENIED.   Internet Rebellion, Bitches: Kid hates “community standards” more than anyone hates warm beer, so they build a renegade text-file empire. Type, save, BAM—it's live, no censorship! Snag the “I Violate Community Standards” shirt at goingdeepshow.com!   Tigers Blackout Meltdown: MLB Network hits Kid with a $150 auto-renew gut punch, and blackouts make El Pres wanna yeet his TV. “Tigers opening day? More like ‘pay my mortgage day!'”—they're broke and salty as hell.   Cunt-Drunk: Kid calls a chick a cunt, gets a drink launched in his face. Par for the course motherfuckers.” Listen in. Go Deep.

Snow-clogged gutters are reasons to groan… especially when they lead to ice dams! Icicles belong anywhere except your home's roof. Get them fixed, fast in Frederick with the help of Apex Restoration & Roofing. Dial 303-691-5035 today! https://apexroofingusa.com/residential/ Apex Restoration & Roofing City: Centennial Address: 7076 S Alton Way, Centennial, Website: https://apexroofingusa.com/

2:16:57 – Frank in New Jersey, plus the Other Side. Topics include: Icicles, Parisian Holiday Brunch candle, Pixies, Un Chien Andalou (1929), vents synchronicity, more brunch candles, Yves in Brooklyn, People Magazine, Voyager CD-ROMs, chaos cakes, Scan the Night, EF Hutton, John Philip Sousa, Monty Python, Mr. Show, Saturday Night (2024), Inherent Vice (2014), and much more… […]

2:16:57 – Frank in New Jersey, plus the Other Side. Topics include: Icicles, Parisian Holiday Brunch candle, Pixies, Un Chien Andalou (1929), vents synchronicity, more brunch candles, Yves in Brooklyn, People Magazine, Voyager CD-ROMs, chaos cakes, Scan the Night, EF Hutton, John Philip Sousa, Monty Python, Mr. Show, Saturday Night (2024), Inherent Vice (2014), and much more… […]

Dr. Don and Professor Ben talk about the risks from occasionally eating icicles off your roof. Dr. Don - not risky

What are we doing to decorate for the holidays this year? We're so glad you asked! We'll give you the scoop and let you in on our secrets. We are including affiliate links to Amazon and other retailers. If you make a purchase we may earn a small fee at no cost to you. The red & black buffalo check napkins Kelly is going to use for her table ( and as Christmas crackers ) can be found HERE. Anita bought these plaid plate chargers HERE The mini boxwood wreaths with ribbon are HERE DTT Defines tulipiere Kelly"s Crush is tree tinsel aka "Icicles" - get a retro package for your tree HERE. Unfamiliar with tree tinsel or want a peak back to stylish White House trees? Well, have a look HERE. Photos 6 & 7 trees sports tinsel. And check out photo 2 for JFK's socks :) Anita's Crush is the book Together at the Table HERE Need help with your home? We'd love to help! We do personalized consults, and we'll offer advice specific to your room that typically includes room layout ideas, suggestions for what the room needs, and how to pull the room together. We'll also help you to decide what isn't working for you. We work with any budget, large or small. Find out more HERE Hang out with us between episodes at our blogs, IG and Kelly's YouTube channels. Links are below to all those places to catch up on the other 6 days of the week! Kelly's IG HERE Kelly's Youtube HERE Kelly's blog HERE Anita's IG HERE Anita's blog HERE Are you subscribed to the podcast? Don't need to search for us each Wednesday let us come right to your door ...er...device. Subscribe wherever you listen to your podcasts. Just hit the SUBSCRIBE button & we'll show up! If you have a moment we would so appreciate it if you left a review for DTT on iTunes. Just go HERE and click listen in apple podcasts. XX, Anita & Kelly DI - 13:17/22:50 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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About: A second episode of themes that capture the sounds of both crystals and icicles. Theres a tingly, cold, and often otherworldly feel to these lighter themes. Artwork: MapleStory 00:00 - Crystal Cave [Final Fantasy III] by Nobuo Uematsu > 01:37 - The Ice Cave [The Legend of Xanadu] by Falcom Sound Team JDK > 02:55 - Ice Cavern [Final Fantasy IX] by Nobuo Uematsu > 05:35 - Biting Cold [Tales of Phantasia] by Shinji Tamura > 09:11 - The Lunarians [Final Fantasy IV] by Nobuo Uematsu > 11:25 - Nord Temple [Guardian's Crusade] by Yasuhiro Nakano, Akihi Motoyama, Fumio Tanabe, Luna Umegaki, Mutsumi Ishimura > 14:09 - Crystal Cave [Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky] by Arata Iiyoshi > 17:25 - Elemental Sanctuary [The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap] by Mitsuhiko Takano > 18:43 - Winter (Ancient) [Stardew Valley] by ConcernedApe > 21:41 - Ice Path [Pokémon Heart Gold and Soul Silver] by Junichi Masuda, Hitomi Sato > 24:17 - Town Of Ice [Skies of Arcadia] by Yutaka Minobe, Tatsuyuki Maeda > 26:13 - Labyrinth III - Woodland of Frozen Flowers [Etrian Odyssey II: Heroes of Lagaard] by Yuzo Koshiro > 29:38 - Time Gear Remix [Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky] by Arata Iiyoshi > 31:42 - Crystal Rain [Final Fantasy XIV] by Masayoshi Soken > 32:32 - Winter (Nocturne of Ice) [Stardew Valley] by ConcernedApe > 35:44 - Crystal Cave [MapleStory] by Wizet > pixelbeatpod@icloud.com > 

Sneak Attack!!! 3.4: Cool Caribou, Broken Thermometers, and the Gwich'in Nation in the YukonJoin Sneak for facts about our next Storypillar destination and kid-approved jokes that will make you laugh your face off! Region: The YukonFacts: The Gwich'in Nation and Super Duper Freeze-tastic WeatherAnimals: CaribouJokes: Caribou and Icicles! Links for Kids: Interesting Yukon FactsGwich'in Book for Kids: The Delta is my HomeCaribou Facts for KidsGwich'in Facts for Kids Check out our pod friends…-The Adventures of Power Dog in Dogland-Reach: A Space Podcast for Kids-Newsy PoolooziInfo/Get in Touch: Website: www.storypillar.com Instagram: @storypillar Join our mailing list. Shop at: storypillarstore.threadless.comSupport Us: https://ko-fi.com/storypillar Please subscribe, rate, and review wherever you love listening! Created, Written, and Produced by: Meg Lewis Storypillar Theme Song: Lyrics by Meg Lewis Music by Meg Lewis, Andy Jobe, and Suzanna Bridges Produced by Andy Jobe Episode Cover Art: Mackenzie Allison and Meg LewisSound Effects and Additional Music: -https://freesound.org/ -Joke Time Song: https://freesound.org/people/BlondPanda/sounds/659889/ -Pixabay Artist: Mapa Music© 2024 PowerMouse Press, LLC

Mountain Climberby Thane SchwartzThe MeltFrolicking desperate steps planted in a melting snow. Seemingly growing larger as I prance upon her flow. Icicles silencing the steady drip within her hollow. Beckoning the cold to freeze her fate before they fall in sorrow.❄️A branch now lifted of its weight. A relief from a setting suns fade. An icicle letting go of its fate. Only to return the next day❄️Footsteps no longer leaving prints. But a steady gate now leaving nothing. Planted in front of me my prints seemingly growing smaller. As I step into the melt. Thank you for listening to The Mountain-Ear podcast featuring the news and culture from peak to peak.SUBSCRIBE ONLINE and use the COUPON CODE PODCAST FOR A 10% Discount for ALL NEW SUBSCRIBERS https://www.themtnear.com/subscribe/ You can find us online by visiting https://www.themtnear.com/Find us on Facebook @mtnearYou can contact our editor at info@themountainear.com.Thank you for listening.

You're walking an old tram road in an abandoned quarry in the Welsh hills. It's been deadly cold for weeks and water that normally cascades off the high ground has frozen into dramatic icicles as it runs down rock faces and over cave mouths. But this morning's warm sun has started a thaw and there is a gentle music of water released. BBC Countryfile Magazine's Sound Escapes are a weekly audio postcard from the countryside to help you relax and transport you somewhere beautiful, wherever you happen to be. Recorded by Fergus Collins, introduced by Hannah Tribe. Email the Plodcast team – and send your sound recordings of the countryside – to: editor@countryfile.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

When a polish farmer claims he was abducted by small humanoid aliens and examined aboard their spacecraft in 1978, locals erect a memorial commemorating the extraordinary event that becomes a minor media sensation. Subscribe on your favorite podcasting apps: https://talkmurder.com/subscribeSupport us on patreon: https://patreon.com/talkmurderSee our technology: https://talkmurder.com/gearContent warning: the true crime stories discussed on this podcast can involve graphic and disturbing subject matter. Listener discretion is strongly advised.Fair use disclaimer: some materials used in this work are included under the fair use doctrine for educational purposes. Any copyrighted materials are owned by their respective copyright holders. Questions regarding use of copyrighted materials may be directed to legal [@] Talkocast.com

My real name is Charles. But Chuck and Chas live inside me. Chuck was trying to get out this week. Chas had to try to keep in under control. ----- An icicle hangs from the roof of my house. I'm looking at it but still can't quite believe it. Icicles are very rare here. Usually reserved for the freezer door that was left open overnight. A winter storm blew through and Mobile, Alabama is doing what it usually does when it gets below average cold – we're freaking out. School is cancelled, quote, “out of an abundance of caution” for the kids. There's no rebuttal to that phrase. It can't be argued. Right now, my kids are picking up their friends to go to lunch. School was cancelled to keep the kids off the hazardous roads. The roads are fine, and my kids are loving it. There's no abundance of caution in them. There's about to be an abundance of Chick Fil A.   I learned yesterday my generator that died at 3am in last week's storm is unrepairable. It's dead. The technician, a very nice guy, felt guilty telling me the replacement part I bought won't work due to the alternator being destroyed by what was probably a lightning strike. Replacing the alternator would cost as much as a new generator. So, it's dead. Here, he said, is his bill for the replacement part and for his time replacing it even though the generator is unfixable. That stung. We are but nineteen days into 2024 and Nick Saban has retired, the election year chaos has started, we've had a horrible storm that knocked out the power then its lightning killed my generator, it's now too cold to go outside, there's an icicle on my roof, and my kids should be in school but instead are at Chik Fil A with their friends. If I could rhyme all this with beer and mud and tire it would be a country music smash.   A cynic lives inside of me. He's powerful. I call him Chuck. When he gets out, he becomes uncontrollable. He runs amok. It's been a life-long challenge to keep Chuck at bay. And it's times like this that he's banging at the door to tell the world what he thinks. What he sees. What the real truth is. And what's wrong with everybody. Chuck is a know it all. And I don't like him, but Chuck does live here. And it's on days like today that he rages to get out. Chuck's foil, lives here, too. His name is Chas. Chas finds what's right and what's good and what is working. Chas sees the bright side. His cup is half-full. It took years for Chas to show up. And Chas has to be groomed and fed and nurtured every single day or he'll vanish. Chuck needs nothing to thrive. He feeds on everything. Nurturing Chas requires discipline. He's delicate but vital and I need him now. Chuck says it's one skinny icicle, why are my kids out of school? Chas says the surprise on my kid's face from no school today was wonderful to watch. I'm Cam Marston and on behalf of Chuck, Chas, and myself, we're just trying to Keep it Real.

MORNING HACK - It's cold and flu season...and we have the worst foods to eat when you're sick...and a few of the best ones too! RUBEN RAMIREZ - He's the owner of Ruben's Bakery and Mexican Food in Compton that was recently ransacked and looted by a street takeover mob…and now, the Ramirez Family is asking for support to help keep their panadería afloat. RYAN'S ROSES - In Mission Viejo - He said he went to San Diego with the guys. His Airpods said he was in Ojai. She's convinced he's lying, but why? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

SHOW NOTES: In this episode, we'll be looking upward to keep your home safe and comfortable! First, check out tips for adding living space in your attic. Then, beware of the dangers of damaging ice dams on your roof. Finally, keep the cold out and the warmth in with spray foam insulation that's made easy. Listen in for answers to all this and more of your home improvement questions! - Using Attic Space: If you need some added living space, look up toward your attic for some remodeling ideas. - Icicles and Ice Dams: Those pretty icicles hanging off your roof may signal damaging ice dams. - Spray Foam Insulation: Sealing out drafts is made easier and more effective with a new one-part spray foam insulation product.   Q & A: - Closet Space: Matt wants to move the entry to a narrow closet from the short end to the wide wall. Building a temporary wall is a good idea in case it needs support. - Laminate Flooring: What is the easiest way to install a laminate floor? Tristan gets step-by-step instructions on how to lay down a new floor. - Sump Pump: Jesse must drain his washing machine into a gray water pump instead of a sump pump. We advise him on how to connect the vent system. - Wallpaper Seams: One big area of Nora's wallpaper is mysteriously curling at the seams. There are several wallpaper seam repair products she can apply. - Old Window Repair: Someone broke the windows in Mike's very old house. He'll need to replace the glazing around the glass and have a carpenter repair the wood. - Kitchen Cabinets: Marilyn loves her oak kitchen cabinets and wants to take them to her new home. It shouldn't be a problem to carefully disassemble and move them. - Cockroaches: Yuck! Alan moved into a house that's crawling with cockroaches. Professional pest control is his best option, but it may take time to get rid of the roaches. - Door Above Concrete: The door over a concrete slab porch is chipping away the cement. Christy should use a patching compound and add an adjustable sweep on the bottom of the door. - HVAC: Joan would love to turn a small outbuilding into a usable space. A small wall heater running off a natural gas line would be a great way to make it comfortable. - Garage Floor: A low spot in the garage floor keeps filling with water and freezing. Mona can use a patching compound to level the floor or install a modular tile floor that will drain and provide traction.   ASK A QUESTION: Need help with your own home improvement or décor question? We'd love to help! Call the show 24/7 at 888-MONEY-PIT (888-666-3974) or post your question here: https://www.moneypit.com/ask. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Curl up with us tonight as we enjoy the warmth of a cosy cabin as snow gives way to sweeping rain and our stove glows brightly in the gathering darkness.Journal entry:10th March, Friday“The convocation of oaks rises to my view From a swirling mist of snow and blown spindrift. Their trunks wrapped white. Icicles hang from their branches.I want to say, “Don't worry, Spring is on its way.”But they know that. They have known that before I was born They have known that for centuries. What can you tell trees that they don't know?”Episode Information:In this episode I briefly refer to the following: Christiane Ritter's A Woman in the Polar Night originally published in 1938 and republished by Pushkin Press in 2019. Tom Hennen's Darkness Sticks to Everything published in 2013 by Copper Canyon Press. With special thanks to our lock-wheelersfor supporting this podcast.Mary Keane.Arabella Holzapfel.Rory and MJ.Narrowboat Precious Jet.Linda Reynolds Burkins.Richard Noble.Carol Ferguson.General DetailsIn the intro and the outro, Saint-Saen's The Swan is performed by Karr and Bernstein (1961) and available on CC at archive.org. Two-stroke narrowboat engine recorded by 'James2nd' on the River Weaver, Cheshire. Uploaded to Freesound.org on 23rd June 2018. Creative Commons Licence. Piano and keyboard interludes composed and performed by Helen Ingram.All other audio recorded on site. For more information about Nighttime on Still WatersYou can find more information and photographs about the podcasts and life aboard the Erica on our website at noswpod.com. It will also allow you to become more a part of the podcast and you can leave comments, offer suggestions, and reviews. You can even, if you want, leave me a voice mail by clicking on the microphone icon. Support the showBecome a 'Lock-Wheeler'Would you like to support this podcast by becoming a 'lock-wheeler' for Nighttime on Still Waters? Find out more: 'Lock-wheeling' for Nighttime on Still Waters.ContactFor pictures of Erica and images related to the podcasts or to contact me, follow me on: Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/noswpod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nighttimeonstillwaters/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/NoswPod Mastodon: https://mastodon.world/@nosw I would love to hear from you. You can email me at nighttimeonstillwaters@gmail.com or drop me a line by going to the nowspod website and using either the contact form or, if you prefer, record your message using the voicemail facility by clicking on the microphone icon.

Icicles may look picturesque on your house, but they are an indication that you have heat escaping. We talk with an expert about why air sealing may be the answer to heat loss.

Icicles are normal coming off your roof sometimes. Learn what to be concerned about from Andy Lindus with Lindus Construction. lindusconstruction.com 844-9LINDUS

Lots of snow on the roof. Should I rake? What about ice dams and icicles? Learn what's right from Andy Lindus from Lindus Construction. lindusconstruction.com 844-9LINDUS

This week, in Oakley, Utah, a large family takes the perfect holiday vacation of a lifetime, in a beautiful cabin, in the snowy mountains. This all falls apart when two terrible people turn the whole place into a smoldering bloodbath. The carnage, and cruelty is incredibly nasty, with one monstrous act after another, but the story of survival of the one of the family members is absolutely amazing, and barely even believable. Have you ever heard of a bloody man, snowmobiling with no shoes, in negative 20 degree weather? You will after you hear this! Along the way, we find out that skiing is an expensive lifestyle, that some people could possibly be made of actual garbage, and that blood can make an icicle!!Hosted by James Pietragallo and Jimmie WhismanNew episodes every Thursday!Donate at: patreon.com/crimeinsports or go to paypal.com and use our email: crimeinsports@gmail.comGo to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things Small Town Murder & Crime In Sports!Follow us on...twitter.com/@murdersmallfacebook.com/smalltownpodinstagram.com/smalltownmurderAlso, check out James & Jimmie's other show, Crime In Sports! On Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, Wondery, Wondery+, Stitcher, or wherever you listen to podcasts!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Story: Wearing Icicles Author: Annie Sewell-Jennings Rating: Teen and Up Site link: http://fluky.gossamer.org/display.php?WearingIcicles.Sewell-Jennings Read by: kristinsauter Summary: A bout of winter loneliness and a heartwarming conversation make for a typical Mulder and Scully Christmas... With just a little sap. ;-) ***Every effort was made to reach out to this author for permission but we weren't able to make contact. In the event they were to reach out to us and request it, this will be taken down and as such this track will NOT be available for download. Should contact be made and permission given, the option to download will be offered.***

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I went to Medible Delights in Lewiston, Maine, and spent some quality time with Kasey, a very knowledgeable budtender, and Cameron, co-owner of this excellent, good-smelling bakery! If you're interested in reading more about these fine folks, I wrote about them in the October/November issue of Cannabis Connections of Maine to celebrate their going-on seven years of serving the patients in their community. Discussed this week: Angel Funk Flower, Bonbons, Caramels, Deer In Headlights flower, E-rig from Puffco, Fudge, Gluten Free, Horchata, Icicles, Juice, Kudra Banner, Lemonades, Mini Brownies, Needhams, Orange Chocolate Dots, Parfaits of the raspberry variety, QUALITY, Rice Crispy Treats, Sugar-Free, Topicals (their flagship product), Under Dark Flower, Vegan Products, Yuzu Sorbet, and Zkittles flower! --- 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/potluckypodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/potluckypodcast/support

This is the creamiest custard/ice cream you will ever taste. Recipes like this are commercially unviable so impossible to find unless you make it yourself. Follow along and experience Matt's rich custard (and ice cream!). Ingredients 600ml cream (thickened cream from Woolworths is perfect) 150ml water 6 egg yolks 1/2 cup xylitol (or 1/2 cup sugar) 1/4 teaspoon guar gum (only if proceeding to ice cream) Large pinch of salt 1 tablespoon of butter 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract (alcohol base) 1 vanilla bean (optional) Equipment Silicon spatula Sieve/strainer Pot Glad wrap Digital temperature probe Ice cream maker (only if proceeding to ice cream) Method 1. Mix guar gum evenly through xylitol/sugar (guar gum only required for ice cream). 2. Combine cream, water, salt, xylitol mix and vanilla, in a pot. 3. While gently stirring, heat pot to fully dissolve ingredients (about 60C is fine) 4. Allow pot to cool below ~50C while preparing egg yolks in a mixer bowl. 5. Gently whisk egg yolks while dribbling cream mix in. Dribble slowly at first to prevent heat-shocking the eggs, gradually speeding up pouring in the remaining liquid. 6. Pour liquid mix into a pot through a sieve to remove any lumps of egg and guar gum. 7. Add butter and scraped vanilla bean seeds to custard and heat to an absolute maximum of 83C, making sure to slow down heat and stir well as you approach 80-83C. If any part of the mixture gets to 85+ it will set and make a lumpy custard! 8. Once 83C is reached, cool custard quickly to get it out of the danger zone (75C+) Hot custard is now ready to eat, or proceed to the next step. 9. FOR COLD CUSTARD: pour into a bowl and cover with glad wrap, pressing the glad wrap down to touch the surface of the custard, which will prevent condensation and skins forming. Cool for hours in a refigerator. 10. FOR ICE CREAM: pour cold custard (refrigerate overnight) into your ice cream maker and follow the instructions. The colder the custard to begin with, the better the ice cream. 11. Remove ice cream from maker which will be at soft serve consistency. Freeze overnight for a hard, supermarket style ice cream. TROUBLESHOOTING Ice cream too hard/soft after freezing overnight? Adjust cream/water ratio. Higher fat = softer final result. More water = firmer ice cream. Still can't get ice cream soft enough? Cheat by adding a dash of vodka before churning in ice cream maker. Icicles in your ice cream? You didn't freeze the custard fast enough. Make sure the mix is cold as possible before churning. Grainy ice cream? Your temperatures are wrong. Either you went too hot in the final cook separating some of the fats and creating a grainy texture. OR you didn't dissolve all the ingredients properly in the first cook - heat higher and longer.

В этом эпизоде Бен, Ур, Мария и Наталья говорят о проблемах, которые могут сделать городскую жизнь менее комфортной и безопасной. Ведущие сравнивают уровень преступности в разных точках мира, говорят о возможных причинах роста количества бездомных на улицах, жалуются на плохую экологию в мегаполисах, а также рассказывают о происшествиях, с которыми они сталкивались в своих городских квартирах. СОДЕРЖАНИЕ: 00:00:13 — INTRO: Hosts for today: Benjamin, Maria, Natalya and Ugur. 00:00:50 — CRIME: What is the crime level like in Novosibirsk? Comparing cities we lived in. Common types of street crime. 00:13:00 — HOMELESSNESS: What are the major causes of homelessness and how to solve this issue? 00:22:00 — TRAFFIC: Road accidents. Russian driving mentality. Infrastructure problems. 00:31:35 — ENVIRONMENT: Cars and air pollution. Icicles and snow falling from roofs. Dust in Novosibirsk and other cities. Smoke from forest fires, «black sky» from factories in urban cities. 00:45:27 — DOMESTIC DANGERS: Noisy or violent neighbours. Gas explosions, fires and other accidents in residential buildings. 00:55:56 — NATURAL DISASTERS: What kind of natural disasters may exist in a city? 01:01:40 — Follow us on VK, Telegram, Yandex, Apple and Google Podcasts. СКРИПТ ЭПИЗОДА: Для повышения эффективности обучения наш подкаст содержит текстовую расшифровку. Скрипт диалога оформлен в виде субтитров и доступен к просмотру на сайте во время проигрывания эпизода: BigAppleSchool.com/p/wtc_132

Picture yourself hiking through an ice tunnel. The icicles slowly melt and drip off the glacier walls. A small stream trickles through the tunnel. Relax and close your eyes. Let the sounds of the melting ice pull away your anxiety. Focus on the sound of the water. Your heart rate slows. Everything is calm and serene. Why I made this soundscape: I was driving up to Andorra one spring. (Who would have thought there was a country between France and Spain?) The road weaved along the side of a snowy mountain. Icicles were melting and forming a sheet of ice that made it look like I was driving through an ice tunnel. It was one of the most beautiful scenes I'd seen. This soundscape is based on that morning. If you like my soundscapes, you may enjoy our scripted audio-dramas. Go to deepdrag.com and listen to Flies in the Jar.

Originally published in Agate Magazine (agatemag.com), Rudy reads his essay "Of Icicles and Ice Sheets." Music is the song Arizona Moon, by the Blue Dot Sessions. Support the show by subscribing on Patreon: patreon.com/RudyMolinek

Russian nature and politics are prone to produce icicles and thaws. Dates in the text: the '60s, 20th century, 1953, 1956. To access transcripts for this and other episodes, visit https://store.lrcpodcast.ca Find out how to rapidly make progress in spoken Russian How to listen Give it a try with our free Sample transcripts Learn Russian Conversation on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQ7pE0ufROXRDlQSlVWiLqQ Ready to leave the classroom and try modern Russian? Learn Russian Conversation is the best place to practice your Russian! If you want to start speaking Russian fluently, you can do it here. Listen to Russian conversations regularly, improve your understanding of spoken Russian, and start speaking Russian today at our Russian Conversation Club.

In this episode, DuDs and Jimbo are joined by RebelJC from the Dig Straight Down Minecraft Podcast to discuss the small amount of news we have this week, including that Jeb's combat update is now going to be handled by Ulraf, and Frogs no longer eat Goats. Plus, we have a listener comment from SinfulGaming about bringing Ice Caves to the game with Dripstone becoming Icicles. Also, DuDs, Jimbo, and Rebel share their most underrated features in Minecraft 1.18, and new items they would like to see added. Maps in Book tweet: https://twitter.com/itiswattles/status/1480917024738000901?s=20 Thank you to our Milk level Patrons: aubni, ChiefBigBear, Crock, FragileRock, Oh Beep, viperoustuna and WyreGuy. Discord: https://discord.gg/gqnKyeZ Patreon: https://patreon.com/thewitheringeffect Website: http://thewitheringeffect.com/ E-Mail: podcast@thewitheringeffect.com Voice Message: https://anchor.fm/thewitheringeffect/message Twitter: https://twitter.com/WitheringEffect YouTube: https://youtube.com/thewitheringeffect Instagram: https://instagram.com/witheringeffect Show Hosts DuDs YouTube: https://youtube.com/DuDs_vs DuDs Twitter: https://twitter.com/DuDs_vs DuDs Twitch: https://twitch.tv/DuDs_vs Jimbo YouTube: https://youtube.com/JimboSlice23Gaming Jimbo Twitter: https://twitter.com/JimboSlice23_ Jimbo Twitch: https://twitch.tv/JimboSlice23_ Guest RebelJC YouTube: https://youtube.com/RebelJC RebelJC Twitter: https://twitter.com/rebeljc_92 RebelJC Podcast: https://anchor.fm/rebeljc Digital Producer CarlRyds YouTube: https://youtube.com/CarlRydsGaming CarlRyds Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarlRyds CarlRyds Twitch: https://twitch.tv/CarlRydsGaming Music Master DiiKoj YouTube: https://youtube.com/DiiKoj DiiKoj Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiiKoj

It's January and the snow is piling up in Saint John, NB, so what better time to share a few winter tips? Amy and Jeff are representing Canadians for this one, so have a listen and a few laughs. Stay safe and warm, friends!

“Left the warmth of the wood stove to check out the dusk post ice storm. Icicles dropped from trees, trees dripped with water. Pushed shimmering sheets of ice off of porch railings, […]

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As magical as icicles may seem they can be a sign of a more serious issue. In this episode we discuss how icicles are formed and the possible damage they could be doing to your home. Tune in to learn how to avoid and fix this problem. 

Wren visits the town of their dreams. A man finds a doll that looks just like him. Featuring Jess Syratt of Nowhere, On Air as Liz. (CWs, some spoilers: alcohol, possible murder, body horror, derealization, dysphoria?, blood, insects) (ACTUAL TRANSCRIPT COMING) CONWAY: Sometimes a drop of water is all it takes for rust to form. A single grain of sand to gum up the gears. One thought to plant to the seed of doubt. Sometimes we don't want to think that thought, so it festers, mold in our minds. We wear masks, build whole cities–empires–just to obscure that thought. It can drive some people to madness, others to enlightenment.  What that thought is I'll leave up to you. I'm not here to give you answers. I'm here to tell you what happened. The facts, as I see them. Despite my power and wealth, something stung me. Ants crawling on my skin, salt in my wound. Defection among the ranks. And something else, too. A feeling that something wasn't right. That I wasn't right. That something had gone wrong somewhere along the line, but I couldn't remember what. You can't usually go back and fix the past, so what you've got left is thought, grains of sand, drops of water. Masks. What happens if the mask takes over, starts to be more real than the face underneath? And if you're a mask, who's wearing you? Was it too late for me to take it off? Was I really…me? Or was I just what I thought I should be? Was I in the cave, or in the tower? Wren, can you see my face? Or do you see the mask?  *** The first thing I noticed was the fog. Wisps of light gray curling and drifting above the tall grass that framed the narrow road. It wasn't the fog itself that gave me pause, it was the movement. I hadn't seen anything outside of my control move these past 3 or so days. The yellow cones of the car's headlights illuminated a sign, bent and scored by weather and age: “WELCOME TO AISLING, THE TOWN OF YOUR DREAMS. POPULATION–” I couldn't read the rest: rust and time had swallowed the populace of this place. Though there was movement here, it was nearly silent and empty. No crickets, no birds, no rumbling engines or hushed voices. I suddenly felt very exposed in my car, the only source of light and sound. I pulled off into the dewy grass and got out. I took the flashlight and jacket out of my emergency kit in the trunk and ventured into the haze. As I drew nearer, a cluster of short buildings emerged from the mist, and I could smell the lake on the air. Its gentle lapping barely pierced the foggy aura surrounding the town. The steady beam from my flashlight guided me as best it could, given the conditions.  The second thing I noticed was the cold. The temperature dropped precipitously as I crept through the barren streets. I focused the flashlight between my heavy puffs of breath onto the nearby houses. Every home along this road was encased in hanging ice, sheets of gray vacuum sealed to the facades, dripping at the edges in a thousand angry fangs. The frozen tendrils hanging from every surface mimicked alien architecture: these were no longer houses, they were noneuclidean sculptures hauled from the deep itself, symbols of tentacled things unseen and unspoken dwelling miles below the surface. Spiraling, bubbling cathedrals dedicated to the worship of beings our species had forgotten, or chose not to remember. There is a difference. One in particular near the shore stood elevated on a dock, now smothered in sharp icicles. There it sat hunched before the lake like a withered king on a throne, now too thin for his hanging robes. All he can do is watch as his kingdom melts away. The third thing I noticed was whistling. As I explored the town further, I could make out a faint ethereal tune floating on the air. I followed it, and it grew in volume as I neared the lake. Out on the frozen piers stood a man in an orange vest, human alone amongst the jaws of ice, casting his line into what had to be frozen lake water.  I shone my flashlight his direction, which made him pause. His shoulders tensed and the line went slack. He slowly turned to face me from across the sculpted pier.  I couldn't see his face. Or maybe he didn't have a face. He waved at me, then pointed to my left. There in the frigid alien landscape was a warm glow. Incandescent light poured through windows thick with condensation. I heard voices carry across the dense atmosphere, quiet conversations, glasses clinking, laughing. I turned to thank this kind fisherman, but he was gone. Shivering and nose running, I hopped along toward the bar. Even if this was somehow a trap, at least I'd die warm. I could feel the heat and light radiating from the building. It stood out so sharply from the rest of the town. I pushed the door with my shoulder and it swung open. Instead of being greeted by central heating and stale beer, I was met with more ice. The door to this place must have been left open during whatever had affected the rest of the town. Ice hung from the ceiling, the bar, the rough stools. The walls were coated with translucent spears. The sole artifact spared from the ice was a black rotary phone, sitting in the center of the bar's counter. A sharp bell rang out from bar, through the town. I jumped, I'll admit it. I was startled. It rang again, and I turned the phone around to see how they managed to wire it up in this place. Of course, there were no wires. No phone line. Simply a disconnected phone ringing in a frozen town that shouldn't exist. Given the circumstances, I presumed the call was for me. I reached out with a shaking hand. *** WREN: “H-hello?” LF: “Weeelll, now you've stepped in it, huh?” WREN: “What do you mean? Who is this?” LF: “Just a fisherman angling for a bite. And what I mean is you've crossed over. Welcome to the unwaking world. I'm sure you've got questions, but I can only answer three, and it looks like you've used two. So I'd watch my words, if I were you.” WREN: “I see. Well, instead of asking questions, I'll request that you tell me about this place.” LF: “Clever work. Now this used to be a big lumber town. Imports and shipping. Real nice little place across the lake from canada. Town was run by an old robber baron's kid, scion of the Van Leer family. Had this funny notion there was something special about this lake and boy, was he right in all the wrong ways. WREN: “Maybe if you weren't arbitrarily governed by genie rules, I'd ask you  more about this town's history and this Van Leer person.” LF: “As well you might. Then sometime round 1918 was when it all went to hell. This Van Leer fella put together a team to dredge the lake. Lookin for a shipwreck from years back he said had some kind of vast wealth in it. The Oneiros. He even went in himself in his diving dress. I'll spare you the guessing as to whether he found that shipwreck. He did. And more.  The crew dragged this massive crate from its grave in the muck and pulled it into the center of town. Took 4 men stout and true to get it open. Inside was a mass of iron, smooth in some parts and sharp in others, pipes and wheels gone wrong, like a steam engine built by a madman. Van Leer had found his treasure. It's said that the next night, he went out and tried to start this wicked machine. Wouldn't burn coal or wood, though. Needed something with more…vitality. So he fed its dark cravings with blood. The engine roared and huffed black smoke. This activity must have stirred something in the water, because soon a white maiden flanked by hideous beasts visited the town. Nobody's quite sure what came of Van Leer or the rest of the people here. Place has been frozen since. Or so the story goes.  Now I'm not sure how much of that is true, but I have seen the drag marks. You can follow them if that sick engine is what you're looking for.  WREN: “Oh, my.” LF: “‘Oh my' puts it mildly. Oh and Wren, I've got a warning: you're in danger. WREN: “Danger?” LF: “I'll pretend there wasn't a question mark at the end of that sentence. You're real, Wren, the only real thing here, and that puts you in a pickle. The last real person here was a man named Kenji, and I assume you heard what happened to him. WREN: “Oh, my…” LF: So that's why I had to call you. To let you know that he knows you're here, and his dark messengers are coming for you the second you step out of this bar. The frozen horrors of this town have started to thaw. Hope you can run, kid.” WREN: “Oh…fuck.” LF: “Now you're getting it. Well, I best be lettin ya go…” WREN: “Wait! I still have a question left. Where's Conway?” LF: “Which one?” WREN: “huh?” LF: “That Van Leer kid, name was Conway, too.” WREN: “Two Conways.” LF: “Sort of. Before you brave the cold again, let me tell you a story…” **** STORY: Joe had always been a bit of an odd guy. A nice guy, but a little hard to live with. Real picky about certain stuff–liked to have stuffjust so–had a hard time letting go of grudges, and usually felt that the people around him didn't really care for him. He had a small group of friends he'd known since college that he figured were accustomed to his predilections. They sure all had their own, as everyone does. But this didn't stop the thoughts from creeping in. The thought that maybe he didn't belong, that they'd rather he disappear. After living with friends for years, he decided it would be easier to live alone. Now moving is stressful, even under normal circumstances. For Joe, it was a nightmare. How to box everything so that it doesn't mix rooms, split functions, lose pieces. Trying to find someone to help lift furniture that won't resent you. Picking an apartment in the first place.  Joe moved in most of his belongings, but found this apartment a bit smaller than his last. This meant some boxes had to go in the basement. Joe carried a stack of books in a laundry basket down the stairs, and nearly dropped it on his foot when he came across something he hadn't expected. Below his kitchen was a large crate, nearly as tall as the basement ceiling, with a scribbled note that read “do not open.” Joe lasted about 3 weeks before he opened the crate. The best tool he had for the job was a screwdriver and he was too stubborn to get a crowbar, so it took him a while to pry the planks up, but eventually they splintered. The tiny bit of light leaking in from upstairs illuminated the interior, and made visible the shape of a man. Joe recoiled and dropped the screwdriver bouncing across the cement floor. He reeled backward and slammed into the stairs behind him. He sat with his hand over his mouth for a good minute, breath caught in his chest, staring at the body inside the box. There was no movement. Surely dead, after all this time in a sealed container, he thought. Should he call the cops? The FBI? The president? He leaned a bit closer and finally took a breath. No, can't be a corpse: he could only smell the freshly torn pine of the box and the usual basement mildew. Not a whiff of rot. He fished his phone out of his pocket and switched on the flashlight. Sitting inside the box was a life sized doll. A mannequin of sorts. Joe stalked over to the box and hesitantly turned the head toward him. Staring back at him in the stark light was a startlingly familiar face. Joe's face. His own damn face, in molded and painted plastic and silicone and whatever the hell else. He instinctively pushed the doll away. It landed naked and cold in the sawdust and packing. Not only did it have his face; it was his height, his build, his hair. This couldn't have been a coincidence. It was supposed to be him.  He felt sick to his stomach, dizzy with questions flooding his mind. The most pressing of which wasn't who or how, but why. Why would someone make this? Why would someone leave this effigy here? His landlord had no idea what he was talking about, and didn't want to make the drive up from Cinci to look at a box. He sat with this doll for a time, both leaning against their respective walls, both silent. Then Joe piled the splintered planks up, trying to seal the doll–mannequin, whatever it was–back in its container. He at least managed to cover enough of it that he didn't have to see it from the stairs. Joe could hardly sleep that night, and his dreams were fitful and strange. He'd be sitting in a small, dark room, unable to escape. Then came a light, and the man who stole his face. Then he'd wake up. Day after day, the events in Joe's life only grew stranger. Joe felt a connection to this doll, a kinship, and an equal and opposite revulsion. He'd go down to check on it late at night when he couldn't sleep. There he'd find pieces of wood stacked in places he'd swear he hadn't left them. He'd hear footsteps in the dazed half-waking hours of the early morning. He'd find bags of chips that were lighter than he remembered. But he never saw it move. It was just a doll, after all.  Joe's acquaintances found out about it (how long can you keep something this strange to yourself) and they were powerfully curious. Joe took them down, a few of his closest friends, to “meet” the doll, which he'd been calling Joseph. They were stunned at the similarity. Uncanny. So similar to Joe but not quite. And in his own house. They said it could easily be his twin if they didn't know better. Lots of playful joking and laughing. He laughed along too, for a time. The laughing stopped when he came home from work to find the doll standing in the corner of his kitchen, wearing one of his shirts. He called his friends in a flurry, asking around to see which of his them had pulled this awful prank. Not a soul would confess. A cruel trick, I'd say, to make someone think they're losing their mind. He returned the shirt to his closet. He was determined to keep this thing under cover, so this time covered the box with a tarp. He figured his friends probably didn't actually like him, were humoring him at events. That they were messing with him. It didn't occur to him that none of his friends had a spare key to get inside his place. Joe tried to carry on with his life, even put an ad online to get rid of the doll: FREE, LOCAL PICKUP ONLY. But there were no bites. By now, Joe's lack of sleep was getting to him, and he was getting irritable, antisocial. When his friends texted him, he was snippy. He avoided calls and meetups. He was trying to make dinner on a steamy midsummer night when he heard a thud downstairs. He hadn't checked on the doll in some time, and for a moment wondered if he had an intruder. He grabbed a shovel from the porch and crept down to the basement.  In the cascading luminance from the open doorway, he saw the legs of the mannequin laying on the bare floor, covered in denim. A pair of his jeans. Joe was instantly furious, then that anger cooled to desperation. He begged his friends to stop whatever game they were playing. Said he didn't care who was doing it, didn't want a confession anymore, he only wanted it to stop. He'd leave them alone if they stopped. Still they claimed innocence. Summer had come and gone, and Joe's 30th birthday was fast approaching on the back of a biting winter, and while he wasn't looking forward to getting older, he did find himself excited to see friends for the first time in months. Derek had set up a whole party at his place. Drinks, music, cake, the works. Joe wanted everything to go right. He put on a nice shirt and pants, but when he reached for his favorite tie, he found the hanger empty. Ah, well, Joe thought, I'll skip the tie. Maybe a bit formal for a birthday party anyway. Surreal. That's what it was. Uncanny. Joe knocked on Derek's door, who gave him an apprehensive look as he opened it. Surreal. “Oh, hey Joe, uhh come on in,” Derek warily led Joe into the living room. Mid-2000s indie music scored the scene of friends and couples drinking, talking, laughing. And on the couch among his friends, wearing his favorite tie and nothing else, was the doll. They were chatting as if nothing was out of place. The mannequin even had a little controller in its hand for playing kart racing games. Sitting next to it was a girl Joe had been talking to for a few weeks. He thought this issue had been settled. “What the hell is that thing doing here? I told you it wasn't funny anymore.” Joe strained to keep his anger under control. “Whoa watch it, man”  Joe stormed out of his own party. Derek looked around the room and issued an awkward shrug. Joe sped home, gunning it down highway lanes dotted with circles of orange vapor glow. He crunched up the frosty grass slope to his door, and locked himself inside. Derek tried to reach out, but Joe wasn't ready yet. This was a massive breach of trust. A few days passed and Joe realized that he'd probably overreacted. His friends were probably trying to get a rise out of him. And even if they did genuinely hate him, they were the only friends he had. He texted Derek. They planned to meet at the coffee shop down the block so he could apologize and catch up. Joe strolled down the crisp downtown streets toward the cafe. He stood on the corner across from the shop and took in thin air through his nose. Behind the cafe's foggy window, he saw Derek, sitting at a table already. He smiled and took a step forward.. That's when he saw that sitting across from Derek, in a striped shirt and slacks, was the doll. On the table in front of it was a full cup of coffee. It still wasn't moving, it was just a doll after all, but Joe could see Derek's lips moving. This was too much. This wasn't a joke anymore, this was hostile action. He could only be kicked so many times before he'd kick back. What were they thinking? Did they like the doll more than him? Why, because it wouldn't make snide remarks, wouldn't feel down, wouldn't drink your beer and forget to replace it? Joe needed rest badly. He had gotten some sleeping pills from his doctor at some point he couldn't remember, but hesitated to take them before. Not so this time. Joe swallowed the pill and went into the kitchen. He descended the basement stairs, holding the shovel from the porch. The tarp over the box was flipped up, and inside was the mannequin. Joe licked his dry lips and stepped lightly into the crate. He tapped the doll with the handle of the shovel. Nothing. He shouted at it. Nothing. It was just a doll, after all.  Then his phone rang. It was Derek. DEREK: “Oh, uhh hey dude, I was wondering if…is Joe there?” Joe's face grew red. Embarrassment, anger, jealousy, fear, who can say which feeling specifically caused the break. He hung up and threw his phone across the concrete floor. Joe twisted the shovel's handle around in his sweaty palms, then lifted the shovel high. He brought the sharp edge down directly on the doll's head. At this point, the drug took hold, and as the doll fell to the side, Joe collapsed against the wall and plunged into a deep, woozy sleep. He hoisted the limp doll over his shoulder and dragged the heavy object upstairs. He wrapped it in an old area rug and stuffed it into his trunk. He drove on in the frosty moonless night, down country roads outside the city, heading to the pine forest nearby. He was quivering, quiet. He kept checking the rearview mirror to see if he was being followed. He passed a sheriff near the woods and a cold chill ran down his back. What if the sheriff pulled him over and checked the trunk? He was speeding a bit. But then again, he hadn't actually done anything wrong, right? It was just a doll, after all. He found a suitable spot and pulled off the road. Dripping rug and shovel in tow, he finally stepped into the woods. The ground was hard, digging even harder. He was sweating and coughing as he dug a hole for the doll. His twin. His reflection. He dug until he physically couldn't anymore, arms sore and lungs ablaze. By now the sun was starting to cast its pink rays through the snowy branches. High conifers bowed in the breeze, shaking loose a dust of fine white into the air, which caught the milky morning light and shimmered in sapphire. The hole was barely deep enough for a body now, and the ground was too hard to dig further. He rolled the thing into the cold grave, then slowly covered it with dark soil.  It would be gone, finally, and he could live his life. His friends would be happy to see him again. No more jealousy, no more fear, no more worry. No longer burdened by the weight of his imposter. Everything was in its right place. He was free. Even if that sheriff spotted the tire tracks in the fresh snow, followed the footprints down into the frozen woods. If he uncovered the freshly churned earth, and what was decomposing within. If sirens blared, a line of cruisers shining in the neon sunrise. If they checked his car and found the stained rug, brought him in and asked him a thousand questions, about his past, his friends, the bandaged gash on his head, he would still be free. It was just a doll, after all.  CLICK *** WREN: uhh, is someone still on the line? LIZ, apprehensive: “Hey, uh, Wren? What does Conway look like?” WREN, on the phone: “You know, I'm not sure I've ever heard him described. Hmm, dark hair, normal height I suppose, 28-36 years old?”  LIZ: “Sooo…not a towering column of flesh?” WREN: “....no?” LIZ: “Got it. Well, that's what's here in the boardroom.” WREN: “Board room??” LIZ: “It's like this…bureaucratic nightmare cave. Probably 10 stories high, walls lined with filing cabinets floor to ceiling. Stacks of papers and folders everywhere, with more of those shadow things flipping through them and stamping pages.” WREN: “Oh…that sounds bad.” LIZ: “And in the middle, surrounded by a bunch of empty chairs and desks, is this tower of skin and paperwork fused together. There are eyes and mouths all over it, just twisting, pulsing…like it's breathing. Like this thing is a person, or a tumor imitating a person. What should I do?” WREN: “It's always been a game of facades, hasn't it. Gather what shadows you can–you seem good at that–then leave. Whatever that is, it's not Conway anymore, if it ever was. On your way out, burn whatever remains.” CLICK *** WREN: Immediately upon hanging up the phone, the town outside started to shift. I could hear water pooling under the gap under the bar's door. Sloshing and groaning, crunching, far-off wailing carrying on the wind outside. “None of this is real, I'm what's real,” I whispered to myself a few times, standing right beside the door. Of course, merely because something isn't real doesn't mean it can't kill. It's happened before. I stretched my left leg, then the right, and hopped up and down a few times to get the blood flowing. I hoped I could run, too. The door flung open with more force than I'd intended. The slamming door reverberated throughout the town, once empty but not so anymore. The rows of anomalous buildings shook and rose. Unholy behemoths descended from their perches, writhing and dripping as they freed themselves from their stupor. The sound of the door alerted them to my presence. They slinked along the roads toward me, some still half encased in ice, dragging massive blocks of frozen terror in their wake. I couldn't go home now I planted my feet and took off full speed toward the dock.  Only three steps in, I slipped and faceplanted into the stone below. My nose crunched and shards of ice dug into my skin, painting trails of red across my face and palms. I scrambled and clawed until I was on my feet. Hunched, bloodied, and soaking now, I came face to face with one of the awakened giants. Icicles still hung from its head, a wilted crown, its body bulky and strong. From the hole where it's mouth should be, a long whiplike tongue unfurled. It darted toward the drops of blood running down my cheek. I wiped away the flowing blood and snot with my sleeve and skittered to the side. I saw an alleyway behind the beast. Narrow, empty, just wide enough I might sneak through it. The creature turned as I moved around its horrible frame, and from its spine sprouted many more tongues. They lashed at me, a hundred tiny blades. The tongues tore at my shirt and left slashes across my arm. They sliced and curled, but the beast couldn't grab hold of me; the slush I was covered in kept me slippery. I darted down the alley. A look over my shoulder revealed the creature leaning on its back, now carried by dozens of pink slavering tongues. It tried to follow where I had gone, but the alley was too narrow. Stuck between the two buildings, It let out a gurgling howl, like a psalm for drowned god. I briefly smirked. Then it began tearing at the wood and brick around it, and the fleeting moment of triumph vanished. I kept moving, on and on the melting streets went, each rounded corner possibly harboring another death. The sky overhead was a crumpled sheet of tin, and the remaining houses seemed to lean inward around me, casting their spiky shadows over me as I ran. I managed to escape the center of town and found myself at the lakeshore, dread mariners following in my wake. There, through my panting sweat and blood and dried tears I saw the tracks in the ground. My eyes followed the deep lines in the earth to what I had been looking for. There, floating in the misty air, impossibly suspended upside down, was the Lighthouse. The tower issued a distorted bellow and the shore was shrouded with fog. I could hear wet tendrils slapping close behind me. I ran for the lighthouse. Its tip stood about 5 feet off the ground, the rotating lens nearly at my eye level. The beacon spun toward me as I approached, its dazzling light shining on me. I was instantly overcome with nausea. It was clear that whatever entity resided here didn't want me any closer. The light was a nameless god here, and these were its charnel angels. I dropped to my knees under its watch, as the intense gaze of this tower soaked into me. I felt the skin on my bloodied hands and face burn and peel away from the bone like an orange rind. Static filled my head, and my body disintegrated.  But this was not my first rodeo, as they say. Unlike Conway, I've dealt with this static, with this withering glare, before. I took a deep breath and focused my thoughts. I imagined a radio, and on that projected radio was a dial. My spectral fingers reached out and turned the dial. I felt the astral station change and the static dissipate, replaced by the gentle plinking of piano keys. The fire on my flesh turned to tingling, and I realized my body had not actually been damaged, despite the pain. This was enough to get me standing upright again, but forward progress was still slow; the full focus of the burning lens was still on me. The light had a physical presence that continually repelled me with every step. I was losing energy, and the blasphemous vermin behind me were slithering ever closer. A long, mucous tentacle skated over the ice and reached for my ankle.  The last thing I saw there in Aisling was a flash of brown fur. A blur of claws and hair leapt out of the haze and slammed into the malicious angel that had tried to grab at me. Talons ripped into a monstrous carapice. A pink light from the furry creature's forehead sent the horrid bug flying ino the frigid water. The furry creature turned its long neck my way, its face covered in synthetic brown hair, and I locked eyes with my one-time-nemesis, my friend, my deskmate, my savior. Its yellow beak parted and it spoke. “U-nye-way-loh-nee-way” My eyelids grew heavy, my head spun, and I fell to the ground, unconscious.  “SLEEP.”

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In Episode 2 of Life on Rails, Juliette Maxam and Lucy Wright take another look behind the scenes at Greater Anglia. Have you ever wondered who decides what colour trains should be and designs the interior? In this episode we speak to Jason Brandon, who as brand manager of Greater Anglia, was responsible for what the new trains should look like – and answers the question - "why do they have carpets?” Engineering director Martin Beable picks his favourite green features of the new trains, while accessibility manager Rebecca Richardson explains some of the innovative features which are making the railway more accessible for all. Resident fares guru Ken Smith gives his top tips on cheap travel for nights out in London. Listen in to meet Julie Berry, voice over artist and the woman behind Greater Anglia's announcements. Finally, Juliette and Lucy talk about snow and ice, and what the railway does to cope with it. Icicles in Ipswich tunnel - https://twitter.com/networkrail/status/969514836609634304 Network Rail’s snow plough - https://twitter.com/GreaterAngliaPR/status/970305018934054912 London evening out tickets - https://www.greateranglia.co.uk/londoneveningSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What other words end in "cles"? Icicles and... oh dang it, testicles... All the members of Walther's Wallpaper are very good at bike. In all honesty I've only seen two members actually ride bikes.

Playlist? YEAH welcomes Ryan Hunt the artist behind Playlist? YEAH's logo. Whilst the three of us rabbit on about the next seemingly random (but not) 8 tracks of the Mikeri playlist you'll: Find out Ceri's least favourite track of the whole playlist. Find out what Mike thinks about Joey Ramones speaking voice. Find out what Pat Lash thinks of Test Icicles AND normal Icicles. Featured Artists: Ramones Green Day Gallows Metallica Shellac Limp Bizkit Ho99o9 Test Icicles - - - - -   Email - hello@playlistyeah.com - - - - - Playlist? YEAH https://open.spotify.com/playlist/26rUZT3LrYuQ1TnKDNbMjW?si=TiySQAxSRVyYvUX27aglNA   EP005 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/72QlwlnmDsfWaCMII3hz8V?si=9ca5a8db05f147c3 - - - - -   Twitter - https://twitter.com/rytimk - - - - - Playlist? YEAH artwork by Ryan Hunt https://www.etsy.com/uk/people/Rytimk --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/playlistyeah/message

Brandon and Matt were gifted this week's topic from Mother Nature.  Next time your snowed inside your home or if you're looking for knowledge to be better prepared next year, the guys have plenty of tips to help you avoid any unwanted freezing in your home.  As a bonus, listen to Brandon and Matt slowly stray from the beaten path as they recount harrowing tales from the land of Canada!

This week Chris and Jim return to roofs because this late winter we see lots of icicles! We discuss why icicles form and their cousin the ice dam. What it means for the wasted heat and the durability of your house. We also discuss when to replace a roof (shingles or metal) and what you need to keep in mind before hiring a roofing contractor (ie when it is a straight roof replacement and when you need to consider insulation of slopes/dormers, etc). And as always listener calls.

We bring the heat on this show! We had a laid back New Year's show, but we are back with an absolute vengeance on Show 38.   We bring the ENERGY on this show! Steve brings the energy by talking about putting away his Christmas decorations. Steve's dog eats batteries. Tracy's last trip to the Orthodontist required a colonoscopy. Mountain bikes can't keep up with electric bikes. Dave recalls what deathtraps old 3-wheeler ATVs were. We bring you a brand new Blotter! Tracy tees up a brand new Minute. We learn how to play Zoom call pranks. Tracy brings us Headlines from around the world! Don't eat poopy icicles. Dave has a smoke ghost that invades his back porch each night. We end the show talking weird family traditions. "Hey, Alexa. Play me the latest episode of The Dave and Steve Show Podcast!"   thedaveandsteveshow@gmail.com 

Shane brings Jesse Miller (Mediated Reality) on to chat about how the Washington riots will impact the kids who watched it happen on Tik Tok.  We give a Roll Call out to the Shiftheads to see what they're up to. RUOK with naked Aussies? ...or gross Icicles? HEY, DO YOU LIKE PODCASTS? Why not subscribe to ours?find it on Apple, Google, Spotify & Curiouscast.ca

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Episode #130 of the Hottest Girl In Class Podcast. Continuing from last weeks episodes, we talk strange deaths, murders, and icicles. A strange episode ensues. Remember to “LIKE” us on Facebook! Tweet at the show: @HGICpodcast Follow us on Instagram: @hottestgirlinclass Email us! hottestgirlinclass@gmail.com    

Sex toys are a lot like the big, loud, noisy Tonka trucks that your toddlers' grandmaw gets him for his birthday:   They're fun to play with for about 5 minutes and then…they go play in the box it came in for an hour!   When it comes to sex toys, if you want better sex or to become multiorgasmic, don't get distracted by shiny lights and tech features!   If you've ever wondered if you'll be able to orgasm without a vibrator, in a different position than the one that always works, if you'll ever be able to experience a different type of orgasm besides clitoral (there are at least 6 other types as detailed in episode 015!), or how you might ever become multiorgasmic: The simpler the sex toy, the better!   In today's episode, I tell you about 5 of my favorite sex toys, why you'd want to use them, how to use them, and where to buy them.   In fact, 3 of the 5 sex toys that I tell you about today were essential in helping me open up to my full multiorgasmic potential and having all 7 types of female orgasms that I talked about in episode 15.   Take a listen to see how I used them to get there!   Here's a list of my top 5 and where to get them:   Glass dildo: Icicle No 8 - $21 on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Icicles-2908-00-No-8/dp/B003YIDWNM   D-1 or D-2 Laid moonstone dildo from Norway – D-2 is $99 at Luxe Vibes https://www.luxevibes.com/collections/laid/products/laid-d-2-stone-dil-black   Jade Egg $70 in my Jade shop http://laceybroussard.com/jade-egg-shop/   Anal Plug: Icicle No 26 - $19 on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Icicles-2926-00-No-26/dp/B0078KPQQ8/ref=pd_sim_121_7?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_i=B0078KPQQ8&pd_rd_r=9VCESX4GR4Z5YD5RFTKC&pd_rd_w=Q9Euj&pd_rd_wg=wh80M&psc=1&refRID=9VCESX4GR4Z5YD5RFTKC   G-spot wand: Njoy Pure G spot metal wand - $63 on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Njoy-Pure-Metal-Polished-Steel/dp/B00FEKPCTU   Enjoying this content? Be sure to sign up for weekly updates and I'll send you my free 8 Step Checklist to Unlock Multiorgasmic Bliss! bit.ly/laceysnewsletter

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