Podcasts about lazers

Carol Decker - another Smash Hits cover star on the podcast! T'Pau are playing dates this summer and autumn and she talks here – hilariously - about life on the ‘80s package tour circuit and the first shows she ever saw and played, which stops off at …. … does any audience beat a Butlin's Mid-Weeker on their third pint? … from Black Mirror to PG Tips: the afterlife of a hit. … seeing Rod & the Faces in Stoke-On-Trent and Dire Straits in a Wrestling Hall. … “Appearing In An A&E Near You!”: accident-prone ‘80s stars, a sitcom waiting to happen. ... the arcane world of the backing vocalist – “don't distract, nothing too big”. … the grim tradition of headline bands' road crews making the support acts suffer. … ‘80s package tours with OMD, Kim Wilde, Toyah, Clare Grogan and Nik Kershaw. … playing working men's clubs with the Lazers in 1980 - “an unwelcome distraction from the Bingo”. … visits to Dusty Springfield's grave. … “Universal own the world”: when your songs appear in films and ads but you couldn't keep the rights. … more power to the Amnesty for Unrecouped Bands!Find out more about how to help us to keep the conversatiom going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Carol Decker - another Smash Hits cover star on the podcast! T'Pau are playing dates this summer and autumn and she talks here – hilariously - about life on the ‘80s package tour circuit and the first shows she ever saw and played, which stops off at …. … does any audience beat a Butlin's Mid-Weeker on their third pint? … from Black Mirror to PG Tips: the afterlife of a hit. … seeing Rod & the Faces in Stoke-On-Trent and Dire Straits in a Wrestling Hall. … “Appearing In An A&E Near You!”: accident-prone ‘80s stars, a sitcom waiting to happen. ... the arcane world of the backing vocalist – “don't distract, nothing too big”. … the grim tradition of headline bands' road crews making the support acts suffer. … ‘80s package tours with OMD, Kim Wilde, Toyah, Clare Grogan and Nik Kershaw. … playing working men's clubs with the Lazers in 1980 - “an unwelcome distraction from the Bingo”. … visits to Dusty Springfield's grave. … “Universal own the world”: when your songs appear in films and ads but you couldn't keep the rights. … more power to the Amnesty for Unrecouped Bands!Find out more about how to help us to keep the conversatiom going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear

Carol Decker - another Smash Hits cover star on the podcast! T'Pau are playing dates this summer and autumn and she talks here – hilariously - about life on the ‘80s package tour circuit and the first shows she ever saw and played, which stops off at …. … does any audience beat a Butlin's Mid-Weeker on their third pint? … from Black Mirror to PG Tips: the afterlife of a hit. … seeing Rod & the Faces in Stoke-On-Trent and Dire Straits in a Wrestling Hall. … “Appearing In An A&E Near You!”: accident-prone ‘80s stars, a sitcom waiting to happen. ... the arcane world of the backing vocalist – “don't distract, nothing too big”. … the grim tradition of headline bands' road crews making the support acts suffer. … ‘80s package tours with OMD, Kim Wilde, Toyah, Clare Grogan and Nik Kershaw. … playing working men's clubs with the Lazers in 1980 - “an unwelcome distraction from the Bingo”. … visits to Dusty Springfield's grave. … “Universal own the world”: when your songs appear in films and ads but you couldn't keep the rights. … more power to the Amnesty for Unrecouped Bands!Find out more about how to help us to keep the conversatiom going: https://www.patreon.com/wordinyourear Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this episode of The PVDcast, I am joined by a six-time guest. The aforementioned guest is indie comic creator and author, Stephen Hines. We chat about his latest project, producing a graphic novel of his comic, The Soccer Mom Killer. We also discuss his award-winning comic, Snails with Lazers and his love of music. This conversation truly does not do justice to Stephen's catalog of comics and projects. See below for a list of Stephen's previous appearances: ·       Episodes: 135, 156, 197, 243 & 294 Don't forget to rate, review and subscribe to the show & new episodes of The PVDcast drop every Thursday!

Space Lazers and Starlink | Ep 923 | Crazy Town Podcast

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Late show, hate show, sorry ya had to wait show! Aaron Imholte, the only remaining full-time employee of the Steel Toe Morning Show is starting to run out of ideas, but that's not going to let him stop from pitching old ones wrapped up in some used trash glitter he found in his car seat after one of SlamPigs kids had to take an art project home from day camp. Watch Aaron explain how he's one step ahead of Melton and he's embarrassing his opposition more and more every day. Mersh is still being poor and complaining about it. Glitter and Lazers is back with some heartbreaking health news that you'd never expect from a woman the size of a small forklift. ...

Blazing Lazers is pretty great. The game is based off of the Japanese science fiction tokusatsu mecha action movie Gunhed. Yeah, you read that right. As for Gunhed, imagine Andy Dick was the director / producer for Blade Runner.. and that's Gunhed. -- Be sure to visit our Linktree at: https://linktr.ee/lostjoystick And come join us in the Discord server by joining our Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/lostjoysticknetwork -- As always, thank you for listening. We appreciate that you take time out of your day to spend with us. We really do.

Jason and Tully are joined by comedian Uncle Lazer, the three discuss being a single mother slayer, the devil, Jason's history of bridge burning, rumble's lack of balls, sleeping w women, drunk Jason stories, Lazer's grandaddy's wisdom, men who cry, Lazers first time on KT, Bombing and Killing, fighting comics over jokes, deodorant, Balwins and Osbornes, Rolling around on Bikes, the Amish, Oil rigs, fighting, and how people are overall good Learn How To Skate, No Matter What Age You Are. Out Now! https://www.fathergrind.com See Jason on Tour: thejasonellis.com Free Shipping of mountain water, flavored sparkling, and iced tea 8 packs with Amazon Prime. Go to liquiddeath.com/ELLIS Go to ridge.com/wolf to take advantage of these sales while they last Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

YURRRRR! This episode, the guys talk about their time during the week off from the show. Then they discuss the latest with Diddy and his abusive relationship to Cassie. They also discuss the fall of retail as some major stores and chain restaurants announce major closures. Lastly, they discuss the top 100 albums according to Apple Music, and then offer their own Top 5 Albums vs. Apple.

Cruz Mornings with Grant and Jimmy

100 of the best Vintage Dj sound effects that dominated 2006-2014 ! Rare exclusive dj sound effects! ( horns , lazers, pull ups , vocals chants ) ⚡️

A super exclusive sound effect pack curated by Dj elementz. This pack contains some special sounds customised for dj use! Lazer, bombs, horns and pull ups. BUY HERE: https://djelementz.gumroad.com/l/excusivsoundeffectpack

This weeks WTAF moments from Planet Clown. Watch the video version for Free every Sunday at Ickonic.com https://www.ickonic.com/BrowseGet your 40% off all CBD Products using the Code :WTAF https://supremecbd.uk

We celebrate our 100th episode with a recap our most recent WEIRDER TOGETHER eventa house concert for the Australian artists DeepFaith!Gossip! Lazers! Astrology!We have it all! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

RIP Sinead. We love you. And Dave predicts Alien Attacks. Get set for Signal! Please support Signal of Doom on Patreon! Every single dollar helps the show! https://www.patreon.com/SignalofDoom Follow us on Twitter: @signalofdoom Dredd or Dead: @OrDredd Legion Outpost: @legionoutpost

Live recording of our set opening the Main Stage at The incredible Wonderland Festival after the welcome to Country ceremony. The Mad Hatterz Present: Wonderland 2023 "The Red Queens Revenge" Music, Arts and Lifestyle Festival Welcome back to another year of madness

"The Zone with Timm McCoy" #1712. Our 17th Season and 12th Episode, all about "Amish Space Lazers". Amish & Space & Lazers! Clara The Sheep, joins us. Joan and I get weird and hilarious because Spring is on it's way. Top 3 Cartoon Songs. We address the loss of Comedian and Actor, Richard Belzer and tell you about a dear friend and brilliant comedian, Bill Kirchenbauer's heart surgery in Bangkok, Thailand. Funny & Fun! Join us as we prepare for our upcoming 18th Season. "Everything Works If You Let It!" . TRT: 2:02:16 --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thezonelive/support

The Onondaga Community College Women's Basketball team begins the second half of the season this weekend with two big home games. Saturday the Lazers play North Country Community College at 1 p.m., and Sunday they challenge Division II Union College from New Jersey at 3 p.m. The Lazers enter this weekend's competition with a 5-and-3 record and are ranked #14 in the nation.Last year the Women's team made it to the National Junior College Athletic Association national tournament in Minnesota and finished 5th in the country. "We have to make it back there. We have unfinished business," said Head Coach Kelly Seibt.Coach Seibt along with players Bella Commesso (West Genesee High School) and Hannah Durand (Marcellus High School) joined us for a conversation on our podcast "Chatting About College." We discussed life, basketball, school, favorite TV shows and musicians, and one person's obsession with Italian dressing! Enjoy the podcast!

This week we are looking at the sequel to the original Vampire Hunter D movie from 1985 which we reviewed over a year ago now, so make sure you check that out if you haven't already! In this adaptation of the light novel, D has to chase a vampire across the country, save an attractive woman, fight various monsters along the way and end up in a spooky vampire castle that ends up being destroyed... so pretty much the same as in the original! 

Onondaga Community College's Men's Soccer team is in great shape heading into the final games of the regular season and the start of the post-season. "We lost three games to nationally ranked teams which could have gone either way, we won the games we were supposed to, and we're happy with where we're at. The guys are playing well," said Head Coach Mike Drake.Drake along with players Thomas Nimineh and Jack Hopson joined us recently for a recording of our podcast, "Chatting About College." Nimineh is a native of Liberia in  Africa who moved to the United States at age 5. He came to OCC from the Institute of Technology at Syracuse Central High School as part of the P-TECH program. He's pursuing a degree in Electrical Technology. Hopson is a native of Essex, England and is in the Broadcast Media Communications degree program. He's one of 11 international players on the team.Enjoy the podcast and good luck to our Lazers as they head toward the post-season!

I knew I was being watched at all times, and the more I paid attention to being watched, the less noticeable it would become. I threw up a flare in way of not caring; I ate what I wanted and ran about in an inward frenzy—yet also, in a cool, and outermost calm state. I felt already that I had lost the game; that I wasn't famous yet, and so I wouldn't or couldn't be—I had failed, and so it didn't matter what I did or didn't do. I had no one left to please, however, I couldn't seem to stop writing— and I hadn't been, really. But now, it came about again automatically as it had in the beginning. I wasn't angry, and I wasn't going to be; my feelings were justified, and they had to be, because somehow, they still existed—despite my trying to abolish them as it seemed everyone else had in the way of making and sustaining income. But I was miserable, not doing anything anywhere near what I wanted to, and wasn't making the money I needed to do anything but wake up and exist in a rather unadmirable fashion. @zaexoolin October, deadmau5 I had written galaxies of entries into The Festival Project, and it didn't seem to matter at all— I wasn't making any money from it, and now, I didn't know how to. I hadn't the time or energy to organize the Project into anything understandable to anyone other than myself, and though the whole of it was somewhat complete; if completion was attainable any, in the infinite sense and overall nature of the project itself—but it had not yet been standardized into any format which would even be moderately accepted in the writing world wirh any interest; it wasn't Hollywood formatted and didn't fit the picture for any other adaptable publication—it had its own form and while I very well understood it, it would take a decent amount of explaining to anyone my vision for the massive project. Still, the universe had a way of telling me I was selling myself short and maybe even selling my soul in the exact opposite way as anyone might have chosen to—I wasn't having any fun, experiencing the benefits of actual fame, though The Festival Project's strange cult following had become effective in making itself apparently notable, and I was literally living hand to mouth on borrowed time. Though escaping Vegas by just a hairline, and finding bits and pieces of myself scattered all across Los Ángeles, the notion of becoming homeless and out of my senses loomed over me with every colored person howling and cussing at themselves and at the world—and not that there hadn't been such in Las Vegas—in fact, there were more, as the Nevadan mental health system was far worse than California's healthcare by anyone's standard, and yet— it was more forcibly apparent that rather than by choices, the homeless of Los Ángeles were there by circumstance. Though I hated it, I was willing to work any job that would secure my independent housing, as I had learned to live with very little and stayed content in doing so; a true minimalist, I fancied not what others had as to keep up with the times, but only of things I hadn't. I wanted my own door to shut, my own bed to make—my own kitchen to cook in, and although it came at a cost, the skyrocketing rent in LA was worth it enough, equated to the energy alone in the city. I wasn't anytime soon going to Mexico without a decent amount of money, and more than probably wouldn't be able to keep up the pace of a commission-only job enough to secure a space in LA—but I knew something was coming. After all, there was a coughing demon following me everywhere I went, and so I thought myself to be a pretty important obsession in someone else's mind to put out such a terrible force of energy. It didn't seem to matter much, anything, actually—I wasn't doing anything I wanted, I wasn't getting what I needed, and I was harder working than anyone I met at all. The end of my life could be any day at any time, and so I became reckless in the aftermath of having lost all that I had ever loved. R E C K L E S S Los Ángeles What if I took my heart out? | | | You'd love the taste of my blood, With a Bite of the lip, and a twist of the tongue Pull me under, No wonder— Catch more flies with honey Oh. I didn't know you go here It's below zero where I'm from Cold as the stone you were under, That went unturned until Suddenly, I was at home dear, All alone where All of a sudden you know me; No, Let's not go there— I was in the clear, I was in the clear I was in the air, with you I was in a dream, and then Woke up to care for you Staring at the wall In a cold sweat Oh, there you are again I didn't know you go here Hello, dear Better prepare the proper paperwork Better prepare the proper paperwork Better wear the proper attire; You're said to inspire the choir In your downward spiral Look at my eyes Look at my eyes Look at my eyes, when I lie to you That's just the life of a writer; Live and we die just to love you Then write of it But in spite of it all And everything I stand for; Coming this fall: I could fall for you What if I took my heart out? | | | You'd love the taste of my blood, With a Bite of the lip, and a twist of the tongue Pull me under, No wonder— Catch more flies with honey —Shhh. The brim of my hat, on a pole Where do I get off writing stories? Where do I get off—? Ah Where do I get my glory? Give me my roses, I'm horny Give me more, Moses; I've had it up to here with this nonsense Divine nonchalance and omnipotence God, this is potent You poisoned my apple with acid, I know it Alone in a fortress ‘Four figures is worth it,' I figured Go figure, Addicted to light fixtures, forged as robotix I hope to God i get off of this rocket as polished and Godlike as Ali But nobody gets it, but me and my daughter Who doesn't exist yet Or did, And we're simply reliving the story Instead of just Writing it Riding the bus to the end of the infinite Invisible Infidelity, hell is embellished with heavenly decoratives and eloquent expletives Where the hell is my stop, anyway I stopped paying attention Where the Hell do I get off? —for S— —Ssshhhhhhutthefuckup!!! Watch this Ugh Get it? Stop it, Satan. Stop what? Come on. Stop following me. You like it— —Sometimes it's funny. You're very quick. Could be quicker. I could give you this whole damn city, if you want it. It's already mine. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone else knew it too? Nobody has to know. Oh, but you'd like that. I'd like a lot of things. But not love? What is that? You tell me. Name your price. Are you serious!? How's the weather? I want to make a baby Dhow me that you love me Come inside me, then divide me Bring the joy into my pride Cause I admire you I desire you, Light my fire; I exist to inspire you Dammit. Dammit. —down girl. I told you I'm going to put that dragon to sleep. I'll put it to sleep. Dragons don't sleep! That's a myth! Dragons are a myth! Myths are a myth. If you land that ship here I'm going to make you pay for parking by the minute. Alright. How much? Half a million. Deal. SUPACREE has officially and permanently hijacked Dillon Francis. Where is Dillon Francis? I told you it was cold up here. Don't look at me! Oh what's wrong EVERYTHING. Whats going to happen here? Anything that can. No no! Do t touch it! It's a Tesla! What?! Last year I saw you take a baseball bat to a fucking Beamer! It was Boston! ?! They love baseball Watch this: Satan. I told you— —I wasn't listening. I can be anywhere you are. The US Bank building was indeed high enough to kill you from jumping off of it; I couldn't stop thinking about it, as I stood by the base of it, actually across the street at the library, which I for some reason, had somehow considered as my own. -TAZER- Oh shit. Oh shit. -TAZER- -TAZER- -TAZER- —WOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU'RE SICK. I love it! One more! WHAT! ONE MORE. (This part is important.) HIT ME BABY, one more time! BRITTNEY SPEARS Hey, shut the fuck up, okay—my kids watch this show! WOOOOOOOOOO. This is nuts. This is out of control. That's a lot of— —Lazers! —Cough syrup. Oh, yeah it is. Wish. what?! Already?! Whats your first wish?! I'm not done yet You have to be— There's a limit?! WISH. OKay, OKAY!! I wish— Oh shit, here she goes. Hide! Ugh! Noorotic, Redman NEW DJ UNLOCKED/ Q-Beet “Q-BEET IS GOD. “ Ok. I had just that very morning imagined myself quitting my shitty job, trading in my business professional clothes for something, anything else—and just finally, once again—being Sunnï Blū. In pondering, looking over my polished and professional appearance, in a collared faux-pearl dress and DKNY boots I actually liked…but it didn't at all feel like me. And while Sunnï Blū also wasn't me, and merely just a character I had created and ended up quite by accident somehow method acting by solid definition—it was still an entirely more enthralling existence, as the character I had created had indeed come into a life of its own and become nothing at all of how I had first imagined, but somehow even better. ‘What would Sunnï Blū even wear?' I had asked myself, probably even too loudly, so much so that the universe with full-throttle intention did respond, in an excitingly timely manner. EXT. WHERE MONSTERS DREAM, DTLA. DAY Oh I love this part. GOOGLE ‘What does Sunnï Blū Wear?' oh my god. what is this. i love it. #lilbitz LA is some shit. Some people in LA are too rich. You're so rich, I can't look at you. You're so rich, you make my eyes hurt. What are you even wearing? lacoste-too-much. Durh. EXT. DTLA FASHION DISTRICT. DAY ‘Can you believe Porter Robinson invented trance? I thought almost too deeply about it for a moment, trying to understand where in my own multidimensionality I was, or where he was, in the grand scheme of things. POOOR-TER ROBINSON. POOR-TER ROBINSON. -lil B. Yes, actually, I do believe that. I could believe that. I invented trance! Uh huh. I am I! Oh shit. I am Porter Robinson. PORTER ROBINSON. Check out my band: Porter and the Robinsons. Yessir. Anywho. The smell of eucalyptus filled my nostrils; someone behind me was annointing themselves with the oil and it sparked up a fire in my brain; I had been trying to become a member of Equinox fitness for years, and had almost always fallen short just in funding, and though something was telling me I would be coming into some sort of money somehow, I was again falling short—it was almost impossible for me to arrive anywhere on time anywhere I didn't want to be; and I didn't like my new job as much as I thought I needed it… Sonny Moore died of a broken heat; I survived him, but I never was the same. That was they day my eyes had turned go hazel— Now comes the day my eyes will fade to grey My eyes will fade to grey. ‘Ugh.' Rooms>< anything I was almost certain at one point or another that— Fuck this—there's a glitch in the matrix! (I thought this was an article on the secret love affair between Allison Wonderland and Dillon Francis!) ((That's not a secret!)) This is impossible. What am I looking at. (Yes, please try to explain to yourself how this is happening.) (this isn't happeninG.) THIS ISNT REAL —-MWJAY TJE FJCU—- WHAT THE FUCK AM I LOOKING AT (Hush, please, before you send up a sign.) There's a signal. Let's go. Let's go?' Where?! To the planet. To which—planet?! The one with the: ‘—THIS ISN'T HAPPENING— ‘ (now you've done it.) You really sold you soul for this? What'd you sell yours for? Same as you, I guess. x__x God is in the shadows, And yet I rise above, Just to illuminate the picturesque, The life that all of us have left to share To live To love To love one another To love one another I judge not a mother, Nor pity a father; I honor them Once and for all, One becomes of us Not then, or after— Now, Right where we are, Under the stars, Or drawing them; A wish becomes a prayer to God Until you are one Lost wanderers talk in tongues Lost wanderers talk in tongues Lost wanderers talk in tongues, The prophets (Of The profits) All will fall or none All is fair in love, But one must fall, First I smell winter in the air. ‘It has to be a dummy company' , I thought. ‘A front for something. ‘ If I was being set up to fail, there were some broad strikes being taken—but still, I wasn't all the way fooled; something seemed off, and If at the very least I was watching my dreams shatter around me, at least I was doing it in Los Angeles against the backdrop of this historic LA skyline on this iconic coastal Mecca, rather than Vegas's dry and unforgiving desert, which for the most part was also littered with homeless, mentally Ill and unbathed Inhabitants—however, strange and bizzare as it seemed, it was as if Los Angeles had less of them. I sat out in on the Whole Foods patio at 8th and grand, which I had never done and somehow also remembered doing, and though temping, the skinny black girl who stopped herself in front of me just to take a sip of her kombucha wouldn't persuade me to start doingso; in fact, I was in a tailspin—very much so in a panic, such that I was actually eating midday, rather than the end of it. The job I had just started seemed a sham, and though there had initially been something that excited me about it, after being late my first day, I almost believed myself to be in a realm where I was doomed to fail, or stuck in a loop as I had been all the rest of my life; then l, it could have been the fact that I was carrying documents with my old name on them—which I had theorized allowed whoever such was practicing black magic against that name to continue doing so successfully. The passport office had apparently ‘made an error' with my documents, and so had delayed me at least by a day or two from completely shedding any remnince of her, to which I would to happy to forget entirely, and—though somewhere in the pit of my heart that I could no longer speak to anyone from my last, pretending for the time being that it didn't exist and was safer; it had to have been narrowed down to two perpetrators for the dark and awful magic that was being used against me, always there but less present when actually dealing with her belongings, family, or friends—and while it may have been her ex husband who forced her to suicide, it may well have been coughs, the photographer for no other reason than love and love alone, in any facet. A fit man with an attractive tattoo seated himself in front of me; I could tell he was attractive, and thought it best to keep him headless rightly so. Today, all the white girls were evil again, but really they always were, and it was me who just cared to notice them—they just needed attention, and didn't seem to do much other than try to get it—not that they had to try. I had learned that I didn't hate them—however, that we lived in different worlds. They couldn't understand me, or find me as attractive as they thought themselves, and their Caucasian male counterparts were trained for the most part not to find African American features as beautiful, scientifically, I had learned. And, while my heart was forgiving, my soul still crept up just to wince at every reflection of ‘ugly' anyone I might have thought to be attractive thought that I was. Sonny Moore is like candy.. …I really want it, but it's definitely not good for me. Good, go on. lol I do have a sweet tooth. Eugh! So then, what does that make Dillon Francis. MEAT. Ew, gross. …I could eat it, but I probably wouldn't feel very good afterwards. Daww. All I need is a DAW And a Dog; And a friend, And a hug, And a car, And a bed— And you out of my head Cause I gotta get I gotta get I gotta get it all on my own, you know And I gotta get out of here But I owe you for something I know it I'll take out a loan In the morning Slowly but surely, Slowly but surely Slowly but surely I'm waking up Run just to run (Gotta run, gotta hide) I'm picking you up (I'm picking you up at 9) Probably shouldn't be driving Probably shouldn't be driving On all this wine; Took my first sip When I saw you weren't mine, but now I'm Picking you up Picking you up at 9 All I need is your arms, And some love, Some songs, And a hug And a road, And a room to go to with you, PAUSE oh shit. I never seen tiesto before. What? Why not?! Cause fuck tiesto. Anyways “Happy birthday tiesto!!!!” Wait, is that his name?! Yeah that's his name! Like his actual name?! I don't know! What the Fuck! Might be worth knowing. I doubt that. His wife is younger than me! Well, good news is, you're getting older. Okay— Wow! This song IS red! Red music for the win. Red music is balls! What! She's from another realm. — MA. What, Jeff. It's excision. What did you say? My name's excision. Sure it is. Ma. What, Jeff. I made a new song. Of course you did. Wanna hear it? Not before breakfast. But it's past noon. So it is— Can I play it? No. What. Why not. I still haven't had breakfast. FAST FORWARD. NO. UNH. Oh, GOD. What? Don't look at me… No Exsision on an empty stomach. Okay. I SAID— SUPACREE Oh, I get it. This shit smacks. ///UNH. Literally, sometimes— Owie… But you know what? I had a good run. Okay. When do we get the rest of the DJs? Huh? Okay, who wants in? *literally nobody raises a hand* Okay, I'll go. Are you serious? Serious as a heart attack. THAT'S how you got in? Heart attacks are a sure-bet! But no! Well then, what happened? Someone broke his heart. Aw, shit. DONT LOOK AT ME. Aw, fucksauce. Nice Nikes. Wanna fight me? Do you like me? I'll give you a black eye; Yikes Three stripes me, I'm a zebra, no white, see? Psyche — #lilbitz I love LA. Sometimes I can't tell if people are wearing costumes or if that's like—their—themselves. Like their true selves. I can't tell. And it's okay. It's really okay. Cause sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and I'm like— Fuck. Who is this guy? Yeah. Or I just laugh I'm like *laughs* “You idiot” But it's whatever! That's my true self. Sometimes. Whatever. Maybe I am in costume! I don't know. Sometimes, I think I'm in a movie Sometimes, people come up and tell me I'm in a movie. I'm like “oh no! Whose the main character” Lol. “I better get out of their way!” Haha or I'm like, “Yeah, I'm definitely the villain; get the fuck away from me.” But no. I love LA. I'm at the gym— I saw this dude in faded blue jeans, a jersey, some socks, and some Nike slides. I'm like yeah, I'm home. I'm home. Then I go to get a second look at him and he's got rhinestone facial piercings, I'm like. “Yup.” Fuck. I love LA. And they were oddly placed, at that. He had like, his eye wrinkles and second-dimples pierced Like—who has two sets of dimples, anyway?! LA people. Bet. — ALRIGHT DEADMAU5—TAKE IT AWAY. What? No literally. Take away all the deadmau5. What, you can't do that! But I can. — I love deadmau5. Beepbeepboop. Probably more than I should. Beepbeepboop. Way more than I should. Beepbeepboop. Beepboop. — Yo. Yo. Whatever happened to Pasquale? ? What happened to Pasquale? ? What even originally happened to Pasquale? Let's find out. —NO—NOT THE TIME MACHINE AGAIN. Relax. I WILL NOT RELAX. Relaaaaaax… I WILL NOT RELA— —AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Ducks. What the— I told you. DONT DUCK WITH TIME — The thing I knew about Sonny was, I was never going to run into him in public; he was too famous, and too recognizable—and so I didn't have to worry—though, he was always in my mind somewhere, if not in the corner of my eye or somewhere over my shoulder—something like a dry cough that never went away. Might as well have been. — have you ever heard of a blood oath?! No—because they're secret. Turns out that building with my emblem on top is the Los Angeles public library. What a coincidence! No it isn't. I was being facetious. Wow. That should be a spelling bee word. I'm sure it has been. — I got my back up against the wall Why'd I fall for you? We got al the same problems Lack of endorphins, The wrong—a lot of things Maybe nothings wrong with God, after all Fuck, gotta love androgyny. . . . This just got weird. Like it wasn't weird before? No, it's really weird now. WHt is this!! Oh my god! WHAT IS THIS. I don't know. HOW'D THEY DO THIS? Who is “they”? WHOOOIII DID THIS?! Ruffle your feathers a bit? EXT. SOMETHING POETIC. NIGHT for fuck's sake. ffs. Fuck.

I knew I was being watched at all times, and the more I paid attention to being watched, the less noticeable it would become. I threw up a flare in way of not caring; I ate what I wanted and ran about in an inward frenzy—yet also, in a cool, and outermost calm state. I felt already that I had lost the game; that I wasn't famous yet, and so I wouldn't or couldn't be—I had failed, and so it didn't matter what I did or didn't do. I had no one left to please, however, I couldn't seem to stop writing— and I hadn't been, really. But now, it came about again automatically as it had in the beginning. I wasn't angry, and I wasn't going to be; my feelings were justified, and they had to be, because somehow, they still existed—despite my trying to abolish them as it seemed everyone else had in the way of making and sustaining income. But I was miserable, not doing anything anywhere near what I wanted to, and wasn't making the money I needed to do anything but wake up and exist in a rather unadmirable fashion. @zaexoolin October, deadmau5 I had written galaxies of entries into The Festival Project, and it didn't seem to matter at all— I wasn't making any money from it, and now, I didn't know how to. I hadn't the time or energy to organize the Project into anything understandable to anyone other than myself, and though the whole of it was somewhat complete; if completion was attainable any, in the infinite sense and overall nature of the project itself—but it had not yet been standardized into any format which would even be moderately accepted in the writing world wirh any interest; it wasn't Hollywood formatted and didn't fit the picture for any other adaptable publication—it had its own form and while I very well understood it, it would take a decent amount of explaining to anyone my vision for the massive project. Still, the universe had a way of telling me I was selling myself short and maybe even selling my soul in the exact opposite way as anyone might have chosen to—I wasn't having any fun, experiencing the benefits of actual fame, though The Festival Project's strange cult following had become effective in making itself apparently notable, and I was literally living hand to mouth on borrowed time. Though escaping Vegas by just a hairline, and finding bits and pieces of myself scattered all across Los Ángeles, the notion of becoming homeless and out of my senses loomed over me with every colored person howling and cussing at themselves and at the world—and not that there hadn't been such in Las Vegas—in fact, there were more, as the Nevadan mental health system was far worse than California's healthcare by anyone's standard, and yet— it was more forcibly apparent that rather than by choices, the homeless of Los Ángeles were there by circumstance. Though I hated it, I was willing to work any job that would secure my independent housing, as I had learned to live with very little and stayed content in doing so; a true minimalist, I fancied not what others had as to keep up with the times, but only of things I hadn't. I wanted my own door to shut, my own bed to make—my own kitchen to cook in, and although it came at a cost, the skyrocketing rent in LA was worth it enough, equated to the energy alone in the city. I wasn't anytime soon going to Mexico without a decent amount of money, and more than probably wouldn't be able to keep up the pace of a commission-only job enough to secure a space in LA—but I knew something was coming. After all, there was a coughing demon following me everywhere I went, and so I thought myself to be a pretty important obsession in someone else's mind to put out such a terrible force of energy. It didn't seem to matter much, anything, actually—I wasn't doing anything I wanted, I wasn't getting what I needed, and I was harder working than anyone I met at all. The end of my life could be any day at any time, and so I became reckless in the aftermath of having lost all that I had ever loved. R E C K L E S S Los Ángeles What if I took my heart out? | | | You'd love the taste of my blood, With a Bite of the lip, and a twist of the tongue Pull me under, No wonder— Catch more flies with honey Oh. I didn't know you go here It's below zero where I'm from Cold as the stone you were under, That went unturned until Suddenly, I was at home dear, All alone where All of a sudden you know me; No, Let's not go there— I was in the clear, I was in the clear I was in the air, with you I was in a dream, and then Woke up to care for you Staring at the wall In a cold sweat Oh, there you are again I didn't know you go here Hello, dear Better prepare the proper paperwork Better prepare the proper paperwork Better wear the proper attire; You're said to inspire the choir In your downward spiral Look at my eyes Look at my eyes Look at my eyes, when I lie to you That's just the life of a writer; Live and we die just to love you Then write of it But in spite of it all And everything I stand for; Coming this fall: I could fall for you What if I took my heart out? | | | You'd love the taste of my blood, With a Bite of the lip, and a twist of the tongue Pull me under, No wonder— Catch more flies with honey —Shhh. The brim of my hat, on a pole Where do I get off writing stories? Where do I get off—? Ah Where do I get my glory? Give me my roses, I'm horny Give me more, Moses; I've had it up to here with this nonsense Divine nonchalance and omnipotence God, this is potent You poisoned my apple with acid, I know it Alone in a fortress ‘Four figures is worth it,' I figured Go figure, Addicted to light fixtures, forged as robotix I hope to God i get off of this rocket as polished and Godlike as Ali But nobody gets it, but me and my daughter Who doesn't exist yet Or did, And we're simply reliving the story Instead of just Writing it Riding the bus to the end of the infinite Invisible Infidelity, hell is embellished with heavenly decoratives and eloquent expletives Where the hell is my stop, anyway I stopped paying attention Where the Hell do I get off? —for S— —Ssshhhhhhutthefuckup!!! Watch this Ugh Get it? Stop it, Satan. Stop what? Come on. Stop following me. You like it— —Sometimes it's funny. You're very quick. Could be quicker. I could give you this whole damn city, if you want it. It's already mine. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone else knew it too? Nobody has to know. Oh, but you'd like that. I'd like a lot of things. But not love? What is that? You tell me. Name your price. Are you serious!? How's the weather? I want to make a baby Dhow me that you love me Come inside me, then divide me Bring the joy into my pride Cause I admire you I desire you, Light my fire; I exist to inspire you Dammit. Dammit. —down girl. I told you I'm going to put that dragon to sleep. I'll put it to sleep. Dragons don't sleep! That's a myth! Dragons are a myth! Myths are a myth. If you land that ship here I'm going to make you pay for parking by the minute. Alright. How much? Half a million. Deal. SUPACREE has officially and permanently hijacked Dillon Francis. Where is Dillon Francis? I told you it was cold up here. Don't look at me! Oh what's wrong EVERYTHING. Whats going to happen here? Anything that can. No no! Do t touch it! It's a Tesla! What?! Last year I saw you take a baseball bat to a fucking Beamer! It was Boston! ?! They love baseball Watch this: Satan. I told you— —I wasn't listening. I can be anywhere you are. The US Bank building was indeed high enough to kill you from jumping off of it; I couldn't stop thinking about it, as I stood by the base of it, actually across the street at the library, which I for some reason, had somehow considered as my own. -TAZER- Oh shit. Oh shit. -TAZER- -TAZER- -TAZER- —WOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU'RE SICK. I love it! One more! WHAT! ONE MORE. (This part is important.) HIT ME BABY, one more time! BRITTNEY SPEARS Hey, shut the fuck up, okay—my kids watch this show! WOOOOOOOOOO. This is nuts. This is out of control. That's a lot of— —Lazers! —Cough syrup. Oh, yeah it is. Wish. what?! Already?! Whats your first wish?! I'm not done yet You have to be— There's a limit?! WISH. OKay, OKAY!! I wish— Oh shit, here she goes. Hide! Ugh! Noorotic, Redman NEW DJ UNLOCKED/ Q-Beet “Q-BEET IS GOD. “ Ok. I had just that very morning imagined myself quitting my shitty job, trading in my business professional clothes for something, anything else—and just finally, once again—being Sunnï Blū. In pondering, looking over my polished and professional appearance, in a collared faux-pearl dress and DKNY boots I actually liked…but it didn't at all feel like me. And while Sunnï Blū also wasn't me, and merely just a character I had created and ended up quite by accident somehow method acting by solid definition—it was still an entirely more enthralling existence, as the character I had created had indeed come into a life of its own and become nothing at all of how I had first imagined, but somehow even better. ‘What would Sunnï Blū even wear?' I had asked myself, probably even too loudly, so much so that the universe with full-throttle intention did respond, in an excitingly timely manner. EXT. WHERE MONSTERS DREAM, DTLA. DAY Oh I love this part. GOOGLE ‘What does Sunnï Blū Wear?' oh my god. what is this. i love it. #lilbitz LA is some shit. Some people in LA are too rich. You're so rich, I can't look at you. You're so rich, you make my eyes hurt. What are you even wearing? lacoste-too-much. Durh. EXT. DTLA FASHION DISTRICT. DAY ‘Can you believe Porter Robinson invented trance? I thought almost too deeply about it for a moment, trying to understand where in my own multidimensionality I was, or where he was, in the grand scheme of things. POOOR-TER ROBINSON. POOR-TER ROBINSON. -lil B. Yes, actually, I do believe that. I could believe that. I invented trance! Uh huh. I am I! Oh shit. I am Porter Robinson. PORTER ROBINSON. Check out my band: Porter and the Robinsons. Yessir. Anywho. The smell of eucalyptus filled my nostrils; someone behind me was annointing themselves with the oil and it sparked up a fire in my brain; I had been trying to become a member of Equinox fitness for years, and had almost always fallen short just in funding, and though something was telling me I would be coming into some sort of money somehow, I was again falling short—it was almost impossible for me to arrive anywhere on time anywhere I didn't want to be; and I didn't like my new job as much as I thought I needed it… Sonny Moore died of a broken heat; I survived him, but I never was the same. That was they day my eyes had turned go hazel— Now comes the day my eyes will fade to grey My eyes will fade to grey. ‘Ugh.' Rooms>< anything I was almost certain at one point or another that— Fuck this—there's a glitch in the matrix! (I thought this was an article on the secret love affair between Allison Wonderland and Dillon Francis!) ((That's not a secret!)) This is impossible. What am I looking at. (Yes, please try to explain to yourself how this is happening.) (this isn't happeninG.) THIS ISNT REAL —-MWJAY TJE FJCU—- WHAT THE FUCK AM I LOOKING AT (Hush, please, before you send up a sign.) There's a signal. Let's go. Let's go?' Where?! To the planet. To which—planet?! The one with the: ‘—THIS ISN'T HAPPENING— ‘ (now you've done it.) You really sold you soul for this? What'd you sell yours for? Same as you, I guess. x__x God is in the shadows, And yet I rise above, Just to illuminate the picturesque, The life that all of us have left to share To live To love To love one another To love one another I judge not a mother, Nor pity a father; I honor them Once and for all, One becomes of us Not then, or after— Now, Right where we are, Under the stars, Or drawing them; A wish becomes a prayer to God Until you are one Lost wanderers talk in tongues Lost wanderers talk in tongues Lost wanderers talk in tongues, The prophets (Of The profits) All will fall or none All is fair in love, But one must fall, First I smell winter in the air. ‘It has to be a dummy company' , I thought. ‘A front for something. ‘ If I was being set up to fail, there were some broad strikes being taken—but still, I wasn't all the way fooled; something seemed off, and If at the very least I was watching my dreams shatter around me, at least I was doing it in Los Angeles against the backdrop of this historic LA skyline on this iconic coastal Mecca, rather than Vegas's dry and unforgiving desert, which for the most part was also littered with homeless, mentally Ill and unbathed Inhabitants—however, strange and bizzare as it seemed, it was as if Los Angeles had less of them. I sat out in on the Whole Foods patio at 8th and grand, which I had never done and somehow also remembered doing, and though temping, the skinny black girl who stopped herself in front of me just to take a sip of her kombucha wouldn't persuade me to start doingso; in fact, I was in a tailspin—very much so in a panic, such that I was actually eating midday, rather than the end of it. The job I had just started seemed a sham, and though there had initially been something that excited me about it, after being late my first day, I almost believed myself to be in a realm where I was doomed to fail, or stuck in a loop as I had been all the rest of my life; then l, it could have been the fact that I was carrying documents with my old name on them—which I had theorized allowed whoever such was practicing black magic against that name to continue doing so successfully. The passport office had apparently ‘made an error' with my documents, and so had delayed me at least by a day or two from completely shedding any remnince of her, to which I would to happy to forget entirely, and—though somewhere in the pit of my heart that I could no longer speak to anyone from my last, pretending for the time being that it didn't exist and was safer; it had to have been narrowed down to two perpetrators for the dark and awful magic that was being used against me, always there but less present when actually dealing with her belongings, family, or friends—and while it may have been her ex husband who forced her to suicide, it may well have been coughs, the photographer for no other reason than love and love alone, in any facet. A fit man with an attractive tattoo seated himself in front of me; I could tell he was attractive, and thought it best to keep him headless rightly so. Today, all the white girls were evil again, but really they always were, and it was me who just cared to notice them—they just needed attention, and didn't seem to do much other than try to get it—not that they had to try. I had learned that I didn't hate them—however, that we lived in different worlds. They couldn't understand me, or find me as attractive as they thought themselves, and their Caucasian male counterparts were trained for the most part not to find African American features as beautiful, scientifically, I had learned. And, while my heart was forgiving, my soul still crept up just to wince at every reflection of ‘ugly' anyone I might have thought to be attractive thought that I was. Sonny Moore is like candy.. …I really want it, but it's definitely not good for me. Good, go on. lol I do have a sweet tooth. Eugh! So then, what does that make Dillon Francis. MEAT. Ew, gross. …I could eat it, but I probably wouldn't feel very good afterwards. Daww. All I need is a DAW And a Dog; And a friend, And a hug, And a car, And a bed— And you out of my head Cause I gotta get I gotta get I gotta get it all on my own, you know And I gotta get out of here But I owe you for something I know it I'll take out a loan In the morning Slowly but surely, Slowly but surely Slowly but surely I'm waking up Run just to run (Gotta run, gotta hide) I'm picking you up (I'm picking you up at 9) Probably shouldn't be driving Probably shouldn't be driving On all this wine; Took my first sip When I saw you weren't mine, but now I'm Picking you up Picking you up at 9 All I need is your arms, And some love, Some songs, And a hug And a road, And a room to go to with you, PAUSE oh shit. I never seen tiesto before. What? Why not?! Cause fuck tiesto. Anyways “Happy birthday tiesto!!!!” Wait, is that his name?! Yeah that's his name! Like his actual name?! I don't know! What the Fuck! Might be worth knowing. I doubt that. His wife is younger than me! Well, good news is, you're getting older. Okay— Wow! This song IS red! Red music for the win. Red music is balls! What! She's from another realm. — MA. What, Jeff. It's excision. What did you say? My name's excision. Sure it is. Ma. What, Jeff. I made a new song. Of course you did. Wanna hear it? Not before breakfast. But it's past noon. So it is— Can I play it? No. What. Why not. I still haven't had breakfast. FAST FORWARD. NO. UNH. Oh, GOD. What? Don't look at me… No Exsision on an empty stomach. Okay. I SAID— SUPACREE Oh, I get it. This shit smacks. ///UNH. Literally, sometimes— Owie… But you know what? I had a good run. Okay. When do we get the rest of the DJs? Huh? Okay, who wants in? *literally nobody raises a hand* Okay, I'll go. Are you serious? Serious as a heart attack. THAT'S how you got in? Heart attacks are a sure-bet! But no! Well then, what happened? Someone broke his heart. Aw, shit. DONT LOOK AT ME. Aw, fucksauce. Nice Nikes. Wanna fight me? Do you like me? I'll give you a black eye; Yikes Three stripes me, I'm a zebra, no white, see? Psyche — #lilbitz I love LA. Sometimes I can't tell if people are wearing costumes or if that's like—their—themselves. Like their true selves. I can't tell. And it's okay. It's really okay. Cause sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and I'm like— Fuck. Who is this guy? Yeah. Or I just laugh I'm like *laughs* “You idiot” But it's whatever! That's my true self. Sometimes. Whatever. Maybe I am in costume! I don't know. Sometimes, I think I'm in a movie Sometimes, people come up and tell me I'm in a movie. I'm like “oh no! Whose the main character” Lol. “I better get out of their way!” Haha or I'm like, “Yeah, I'm definitely the villain; get the fuck away from me.” But no. I love LA. I'm at the gym— I saw this dude in faded blue jeans, a jersey, some socks, and some Nike slides. I'm like yeah, I'm home. I'm home. Then I go to get a second look at him and he's got rhinestone facial piercings, I'm like. “Yup.” Fuck. I love LA. And they were oddly placed, at that. He had like, his eye wrinkles and second-dimples pierced Like—who has two sets of dimples, anyway?! LA people. Bet. — ALRIGHT DEADMAU5—TAKE IT AWAY. What? No literally. Take away all the deadmau5. What, you can't do that! But I can. — I love deadmau5. Beepbeepboop. Probably more than I should. Beepbeepboop. Way more than I should. Beepbeepboop. Beepboop. — Yo. Yo. Whatever happened to Pasquale? ? What happened to Pasquale? ? What even originally happened to Pasquale? Let's find out. —NO—NOT THE TIME MACHINE AGAIN. Relax. I WILL NOT RELAX. Relaaaaaax… I WILL NOT RELA— —AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Ducks. What the— I told you. DONT DUCK WITH TIME — The thing I knew about Sonny was, I was never going to run into him in public; he was too famous, and too recognizable—and so I didn't have to worry—though, he was always in my mind somewhere, if not in the corner of my eye or somewhere over my shoulder—something like a dry cough that never went away. Might as well have been. — have you ever heard of a blood oath?! No—because they're secret. Turns out that building with my emblem on top is the Los Angeles public library. What a coincidence! No it isn't. I was being facetious. Wow. That should be a spelling bee word. I'm sure it has been. — I got my back up against the wall Why'd I fall for you? We got al the same problems Lack of endorphins, The wrong—a lot of things Maybe nothings wrong with God, after all Fuck, gotta love androgyny. . . . This just got weird. Like it wasn't weird before? No, it's really weird now. WHt is this!! Oh my god! WHAT IS THIS. I don't know. HOW'D THEY DO THIS? Who is “they”? WHOOOIII DID THIS?! Ruffle your feathers a bit? EXT. SOMETHING POETIC. NIGHT for fuck's sake. ffs. Fuck.

Join Alex and Lyrica as they laugh and cry their way through a game of Lazers and Feelings! Follow the story of our hero JC Barnes (played by Lyrica) as she seeks redemption for her Ma's scientific reputation by investigating the solar system Anatolius: the site of a discovery JC's Ma made, but which led to the end of her career when the discovery was discredited. Little does JC know, that the discovery was abandoned for reasons other than she knows.***Also Anatolius means sunrise, not sunlight we got that wrong in the episodeFind Lazers and Feelings here: Lasers & Feelings by John Harper (itch.io)Twitter: https://twitter.com/onehouroneoffsInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/onehouroneoffs/Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3WbwF9C6gnxa7b4HmXnJAd?si=Jz1hAjjJQKq8tDOnicel5A&dl_branch=1Intro and Outro Jingle made by Dana BulgerCover art by @incredibledood on Twitter

TUESDAY HR 1 Olivia Newton-John passes. One of Russ's first crushes after Cher. Lazers for tarter control. Baked goods. Better Call Saul. She Hulk

While Will is on tour with Monsoon, the rest of the Boys go behind his back and tell heart-wrenching tales of side gigging and 4th of July injuries, proving once and for all that frontmen are obsolete.

Jenna and Rachel talk Board Games we've been playing, games we are excited about and other nerdy news!On our Radar:Ugly Gryphon InnFood Chain IslandRoll PlayerGames Forecast:Living ForestGoblin ErrandsOther Nerdy News:LazersColor schemes

Onondaga Community College's Women's and Men's Basketball teams are about to play for national championships!The Women are in Rochester, Minnesota. The Lazers are seeded #3 and earned a first round bye in the tournament. Their first game will be Thursday at 9 p.m. eastern against the winner of the Rock Valley C.C./Hostos C.C. game.The Men are in Rockford, Illinois and are seeded #5. They will play their first game Wednesday at 3 p.m. eastern against 12th seeded Monroe College-Bronx.Before leaving town coaches and players from both teams joined us for a conversation on our podcast, "Chatting About College." Men's Head Coach Erik Saroney brought players Gop Arop (Bishop Grimes HS) and James Saroney (Jamesville-Dewitt) with him. Women's Head Coach Kelly Grinnell-Seibt was joined by Macey Deordio (Onondaga Central HS) and Zhane Holmes (Elmira High School).Enjoy the podcast!

In Monica Lewinsky's premiere documentary, "15 Minutes of Shame," we delve into the very topic that people LOVE to talk about ALL THE TIME and makes everyone SUPER comfortable: Cancel culture! With the help of Max from Catfish: The TV Show, our canceled queen goes to great lengths to explore the many nuances involved in the practice of cancelling celebrities and private citizens alike. Join us as we give useful tips for surviving a cancellation (going to jail is involved, trust the process!), fight for Brendan Fraser's right to be a decent actor, make a huge number of cancellations ourselves, and sooo much more! And I can't believe we have to say this, but can we please stop trying to uncancel Woolly Mammoths?? Tune in!

After a year without basketball due to COVID-19. the Onondaga Community College Men's Basketball team is back in action. Leading the way for the Lazers are the highly decorated backcourt of Latyce Faison and Jahki Lucas. Two years ago as freshmen, Faison was named an All American and Lucas earned All Region honors. "Everything we do centers around these guys," said Head Coach Erik Saroney. "Our offense runs through them. When they draw attention it opens up things for everyone else."Saroney, Faison, and Lucas are guests on this edition of OCC's podcast, "Chatting About College." 

Onondaga Community College's Women's Basketball team has a new leader for the first time 20 years. Kelly Grinnell-Seibt is in her first season as Head Coach of the Lazers. She succeeds Mike Wheeler who she both played for and worked under as an assistant.Grinnell-Seibt is a graduate of Auburn High School where she played Varsity Basketball for 4 years, was captain of the Maroons for 3 years, and was a member of the prestigious 1,000 point club. She earned her Exercise Science degree from OCC in 2011. When she's not coaching the Lazers she works as a Physical Therapist Assistant at COAST Physical Therapy in Auburn. Her husband Brandon Seibt also played basketball at OCC and graduated in 2012.Grinnell-Seibt is our guest on this edition of our podcast, "Chatting About College." She's joined by one of this season's team leaders, Nya Williams. She's a 2020 graduate of Corcoran High School who will earn her Computer Science degree next May.

Onondaga Community College's Women's Soccer team pulled out an overtime thriller at Adirondack Community College for their first win of the season on September 16. The Lazers tied the game with just 1:15 left in regulation, then scored the game winning goal in overtime for a 4-3 victory.The Women's Soccer team is the subject of this edition of our podcast, "Chatting About College." Our guests are Head Coach Mike Drake and sophomore Clara Neville. She scored two goals in the win over Adirondack. Neville came to OCC from Nottingham High School. She has a 3.9 grade point average and will earn her Photography degree this December.

We're back with another four hour banger! Eric Romero joins me once again, for one of the more controversial episodes I think I've done on this podcast. From nature to politics, I enjoyed seeing where we stood on a whole range of topics and how we were able to work our way through our conversation. It goes to show that people can find a way to compromise and communicate their points fairly, with an open and honest dialogue. I always have a great time talking to Eric, and I'm grateful that he decided to join me once again. Thank you Eric and, as always, thank you for listening!  @seeing_lasers on IG  https://www.anchor.fm/ (Anchor) --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/christopher-suarez0/support

7-29-21: Kim, Brim and Mr. Greer. Apart from all the usual shenanigans, the gang chats about all things current events in pop culture such as The happenings during the olympic season. Could the gang really handle being on shark week? Brim also gives his opinion on the new He Man Master of the Universe cartoon. We get to be our own special guests this week!! Sit back,relax, enjoy and remember GHR it's where its at!!!

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It's nearly daybreak, the Zomatic will be upon us soon. Here take this, it'll cover our scent for a short while. Lace up your shmoots and lets get going. You see that old building there, just over the horizon, that used to be a "thuul", a place of learning where children were forced to go everyday to learn about things of the past. My dad told me about them. He never went but apparently he knew some older people who swear they went all the time. Shit! Three Zomatic to our left! Let's get the hell out of here, this is too dangerous! Oh Kreighst they're gaining, oh god no Jim no god nooooo! Sorry if we went a little long, I had to cut like 40 min worth of gold tier content, maybe we'll save it for next week, who knows. If you behave you might just get it as leftovers. Link to the wild MTG article: https://www.vox.com/22256258/marjorie-taylor-greene-jewish-space-laser-anti-semitism-conspiracy-theories Do you have your own thought experiment, story, or just something you'd like to say? You can submit yours by: Tweeting at us: @part_time_pod Email: pt.podcasters@gmail.com Voicemail: Anchor voice message (we'd feature it on the show with your permission Web: ptpod.fun It would also really help us out if you could take the time to review the show on Apple Podcasts if you're enjoying it. Thanks for listening and please follow us on Instagram for art based on things we've talked about on the show. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/part-time-pod/message

Geeker Topics: 1)PS5 user interface https://www.gamespot.com/articles/playstation-5s-biggest-ui-changes-how-sony-is-reinventing-its-interface-for-ps5/1100-6483379/ 2) BK with PS5 and Taco Bell with X-Box 3) Blazing Lazers: A Brief History and Our Review 4) VR games and what we would love to see Creeper Topics 1) Chupacabra https://www.texasobserver.org/chupacabra-legends-texas/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chupacabra#:~:text=The%20chupacabra%20or%20chupacabras%20(Spanish,in%20Puerto%20Rico%20in%201995. 2) Our favorite horror movies 3) The Mysterious Disappearance of Maureen Kelly http://charleyproject.org/case/maureen-leianuhea-kelly 4) PS4's update that allows recording of voice chats - what we think Email us at: GeekersCreepersCast@Gmail.com Follow us on: @geekerscreepers --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Straight from the Goal Mouth is co-hosted by former Wagner College teammates Andrew Daly, head men's lacrosse coach at Wells College, and Ian Gallagher, associate head coach of men's lacrosse at the University of Mary Washington. Episode nine features Eric Miccio, Onondaga Community College Head Men's Lacrosse Coach. In his first season he was able to guide the Lazers to a 13-2 record. The Lazers were able to capture the Mid-State Athletic Conference Championship, the Region III Championship, and ultimately the NJCAA National Championship. We talk about coaching a championship team, the college recruiting process, NJCAA lacrosse and a missing set of keys.

Stay close to "WakeUpCall" on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram! Listen LIVE to "Wake Up Call with Dan Tortora" MON through FRI, 9-11amET on mixlr.com/wakeupcalldt & on the homepage of WakeUpCallDT.com from ANY Device! You can also Watch LIVE MON through FRI, 9-11amET on facebook.com/LiveNowDT. This special is Proudly Presented by: Carvel DeWitt Charney's Men's Clothing The Wildcat Sports Pub Ma & Pa's Kettle Corn & Popcorn Factory Trapper's Pizza Pub K-9 Kamp Dog Daycare Borio's Restaurant K-9 Kampground  Dominick's Restaurant Honda City of Liverpool Chick-fil-A Cicero Avicolli's Restaurant Mill House Market

Stay close to "WakeUpCall" on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram! Listen LIVE to "Wake Up Call with Dan Tortora" MON through FRI, 9-11amET on mixlr.com/wakeupcalldt & on the homepage of WakeUpCallDT.com from ANY Device! You can also Watch LIVE MON through FRI, 9-11amET on facebook.com/LiveNowDT. This special is Proudly Presented by: Carvel DeWitt Charney's Men's Clothing The Wildcat Sports Pub Ma & Pa's Kettle Corn & Popcorn Factory Trapper's Pizza Pub K-9 Kamp Dog Daycare Borio's Restaurant K-9 Kampground  Dominick's Restaurant Honda City of Liverpool K-9 Kamp Dog Daycare

Stay close to "WakeUpCall" on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram! Listen LIVE to "Wake Up Call with Dan Tortora" MON through FRI, 9-11amET on mixlr.com/wakeupcalldt & on the homepage of WakeUpCallDT.com from ANY Device! You can also Watch LIVE MON through FRI, 9-11amET on facebook.com/LiveNowDT. This special is Proudly Presented by: Carvel DeWitt Charney's Men's Clothing The Wildcat Sports Pub Ma & Pa's Kettle Corn & Popcorn Factory Trapper's Pizza Pub K-9 Kamp Dog Daycare Borio's Restaurant K-9 Kampground  Dominick's Restaurant Honda City of Liverpool K-9 Kamp Dog Daycare

The Wicked Wednesdays debut of Rhi The Paranoid 11 Year Old. Fires, Lazers, Conspiracies.Chuck E. Cheese. That's a negatory Ghost Rider.

EP251: Doug Red & Lefty discuss Barr,Chris Cuomo plus perverts,trailer trash prison romance and stoned idiots shooting fire flies. Meanwhile Night Knight continues his early years. Finally an update on the Mercedes Carrera case

StoneBridge HKJ #324 Makree vs Bandmaster - About You (Original Mix)/Eton MessyLazers & Stuff - Module (Original Mix)/Crooks & VillainsBelair - Everyday You (Extended Mix)/Total FreedomSugarstarr & Emiliano - She's Got It/Big Love Bust-R ft The Baroness - Outside (Beth Yen Remix)/Central StationB.A.N.G! - Elevation (Club Mix)/ChemiztriSwales ft RuthAnne - Higher (Call My Name)/Another Rhythm

Stay close to "WakeUpCall" on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram! Listen LIVE to "Wake Up Call with Dan Tortora" MON through FRI, 9-11amET on mixlr.com/wakeupcalldt & on the homepage of WakeUpCallDT.com from ANY Device! This special is Proudly Presented by: Carvel DeWitt Utica Pizza Company Dreissig Apparel Fan Hands The Wildcat Sports Pub The Pen & Trophy Center Chick-fil-A Cicero Honda City of Liverpool Home Team Pub K-9 Kampground  PressRoom Pub Syracuse Stallions Tru by Hilton Camillus

Listen LIVE to "Wake Up Call with Dan Tortora" MON through FRI, 9-11amET on mixlr.com/wakeupcalldt & on the homepage of WakeUpCallDT.com from ANY Device! This special is Proudly Presented by: Carvel DeWitt Utica Pizza Company Dreissig Apparel Fan Hands The Wildcat Sports Pub The Pen & Trophy Center Chick-fil-A Cicero Honda City of Liverpool Home Team Pub K-9 Kampground  PressRoom Pub Syracuse Stallions Tru by Hilton Camillus