Podcasts about Misery

On this episode of the podcast, Dr. Drew Pinsky joins Amanda Head to discuss how America's obsession with avoiding discomfort is undermining our emotional and physical health. He explains why ‘oridnary misery,' the everyday struggles and setbacks that build resilience, is not only normal but essential for personal growth.Dr. Drew also tackles the overuse of psychotropic medications, the failures of modern primary care, and the erosion of real psychiatric consultation. Plus, he weighs in on the coming flu season, the mild reality of COVID-19 today, and the potential risks of bird flu — emphasizing the need for medical freedom, personal responsibility and better-trained physicians.You can watch or listen to Dr. Drew every weekday on Rumble, X, Youtube and all audio podcast platforms as he hosts, “Ask Dr. Drew.” You can also follow him on X: @AskDrDrew or @DrDrew. And finally, you can check out the amazing work that's going on with The Wellness Company by visiting their website: twc.healthSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

A new MP3 sermon from Grace Community Church of Bowling Green is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Heidelberg - Question 47 Subtitle: Misery, Deliverance, Gratitude Speaker: Noah Logsdon Broadcaster: Grace Community Church of Bowling Green Event: Devotional Date: 10/12/2025 Length: 7 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Grace Community Church of Bowling Green is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Heidelberg - Question 44 Subtitle: Misery, Deliverance, Gratitude Speaker: Noah Logsdon Broadcaster: Grace Community Church of Bowling Green Event: Devotional Date: 9/7/2025 Length: 7 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Grace Community Church of Bowling Green is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Heidelberg - Question 45 Subtitle: Misery, Deliverance, Gratitude Speaker: Noah Logsdon Broadcaster: Grace Community Church of Bowling Green Event: Devotional Date: 9/28/2025 Length: 7 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Grace Community Church of Bowling Green is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Heidelberg - Question 46 Subtitle: Misery, Deliverance, Gratitude Speaker: Noah Logsdon Broadcaster: Grace Community Church of Bowling Green Event: Devotional Date: 10/5/2025 Length: 7 min.

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

Dr. Daniel Ragusa speaks at the Reformed Forum Annual Theology Conference, held at Lakeland Church in Gurnee, Illinois on September 27, 2025.  Dr. Ragusa, focuses on the dark period of Israel's exile and how it illuminates the deep human longing to return to God's presence, which had been lost due to their rebellion. Dr. Ragusa first establishes the devastating nature of exile by contrasting it with the desired state of dwelling in God's house, a theme illustrated by the pilgrimage described in Psalm 23. He references the Heidelberg Catechism to frame the Christian experience as moving from the "valley of exile" (sin and misery) up to the "mountain of God" (righteousness and everlasting life) through the work of the "mountain ascending mediator," Jesus Christ. Crucially, even in the midst of the exile's darkness, God's hope continues to shine through the prophets, promising restoration, which is ultimately fulfilled in the gospel and glory of Jesus Christ. Chapter Markers 00:00:00 - Introduction: Reformed Forum Conference and Speaker/Topic (The Son in Exile: Christ as the Hope of Restoration) 00:00:23 - Speaker's Greeting and Connection to Redemptive Historical Thinking 00:01:31 - Heidelberg Catechism Q&A 19: Jesus Christ as Deliverer from Exile and Misery 00:01:54 - The Catechism and the Mountain Theme: From the Valley of Exile to the Mountain of God 00:03:03 - The Redemptive Historical Approach in the Catechism (Gospel revealed in paradise, proclaimed by prophets, fulfilled in Christ) 00:03:54 - The Dark Period of Israel: Rebellion and the Curses of the Covenant (Exile) 00:04:49 - Hope in the Darkness: God Gives His Word Through Prophets (Ezekiel and Daniel) 00:05:40 - Understanding the Devastation of Exile: What God's People Lost 00:06:06 - The Covenant of Grace: The Longing to be Near God and "Coming Home" * 00:07:05 - The Pilgrimage of Psalm 23: Desiring to Dwell in the House of the Lord * 00:09:17 - Exile as the Devastating Reverse of Dwelling in God's House 00:09:50 - Definition of Exile (Dr. Ian Duguid): Longing for an unreachable home 00:11:18 - Tracing Exile to the Beginning: Adam's Fall and the First Exile 00:14:43 - The Deeper Protestant Conception of Exile: The Estrangement of Man's Heart Before God 00:17:47 - Restoration is the New Birth and Resurrection to Life in Christ 00:19:10 - True Restoration: The Holy Spirit Circumcises and Infuses New Qualities in the Will 00:29:50 - King David's Restoration from Exile (As a type of waiting on the Lord) 00:37:35 - Daniel's Vision: The Son of Man Receives the Kingdom and Restores God's People 00:38:58 - Christ Identifies with the People's Exile: His Baptism for Repentance 00:40:33 - Christ's Ministry in Galilee: Ministering to Those Who Dwelt Under the Shadow of Death 00:41:48 - Christ's Authority: He Refuses the Earthly Kingdom and Waits for the Father to Give Him All Authority 00:43:29 - Christ's Death and Resurrection: His Exile and His Restoration (Ascension) 00:44:51 - Conclusion: The Church in Exile Today and the Full Entrance into the Eternal Kingdom 00:47:33 - Out of Exile into Our Father's Home

In this episode of Misery Loves Mandy, Mandy recaps Halloween, reflects on daylight savings chaos, and explains how she accidentally fell in love with baseball. ⚾

Good God, what a terrible performance from the Houston Texans on Sunday against the Bronocs. Wex and AC return to break down Sunday's woes and preview Monday's battle at Toyota Center. Plus, what happens for the Astros now with the World Series finished and the Dodgers back in control. 

11-2-25 PM "The Revelation of Humanity's Misery"Scripture Reading: Isaiah 59Sermon Text: Heidelberg Catechism, Lord's Day 2I. The Description of Humanity's Misery A. Described in Relationship to Sin B. Described in Relationship to GodII. The Testimony to Humanity's Misery A. A Testimony from God B. A Testimony of LawIII. The Extent of Humanity's Misery A. To My Nature B. Towards All PartiesRev. Greg Lubbers

This week we begin our Chamber Piece Festival, starting with the Rob Reiner classic horror film, Misery from the twisted mind of Stephen King. Paul and Annie are waiting for you to watch. Amazing movie, great conversation! Happy Halloween!

Real talk, raw conversations, and zero judgment. This episode of the Ern and Iso Podcast is packed with unfiltered discussions on life's toughest realities. From survival in harsh circumstances to the myths of “street life” and systemic challenges, Ern and Iso keep it

Issue 66 Continues with Classics and Hidden Gems. It's the spooky season as Halloween hits and winter approaches, so we've got in the spirit with Stephen King month. For our Classic, Alan finally braces himself to watch Misery and THAT scene. For our Hidden Gem we tell you why you should check the other King/Bates collaboration, Dolores Claiborne.  The first part of the issue Double Reel Monthly is already out and the next part the Remakes Tribunal will follow next week. Check out Alan's author page here: https://www.facebook.com/AlanBaylesWriter  And check out Double Reel's YouTube show Maximum Disc here: https://www.youtube.com/@DoubleReelFilm/playlists 

You think Goldman turned in the latest draft and Reiner had to put his foot down? For the last time, Bill. No, we can't call the powder Iocane. 31 Days of Horror: Day 30 https://www.nickkarner.com/blog 

What happened for Dundee United at Motherwell? Will the defeat be a watershed moment for Jim Goodwin and his team? Meanwhile, there's a big match at Tynecastle to preview – how can Dundee shock table-topping Hearts? Plus a bit of chat about Mark Ogren and Joe Shaughnessy. George Cran and Graeme Finnan are in the studio as Alan Temple tunes in from his secret lair. Twa Teams, One Street is proud to be supported by SPAR Scotland. PLUS: Twa Teams Special with Neil Forsyth - Only available on The Courier website. You can also see us on YouTube at youtube.com/@TheCourierUK/videos

Join Jessica Michelle Singleton, Audrey Stewart, and the Mandy Martino crew for our most chaotic Halloween episode yet. From candy wars to ghost stories to slutty costume confessions - this episode has it ALL.

In this episode, expert whitetail hunter Ben Rising shares his insights on deer behavior, hunting strategies around the “scrape traps” traps he sets. Ben and his filming partner Javin Mullet really explain some great strategies. Ben also tells of his experiences with specific deer that he tried to kill name named 'Misery.' It's a great story.  The discussion also highlights the differences in hunting experiences between the Midwest and the South, emphasizing the importance of understanding local deer populations and antler expectations. Rising's passion for hunting and deep knowledge of deer behavior make for an informative and entertaining conversation. Listen, Learn and Enjoy. Send a text message to the show! Support the showStay connected with GameKeepers: Instagram: @mossyoakgamekeepers Facebook: @GameKeepers Twitter: @MOGameKeepers YouTube: @MossyOakGameKeepers Website: https://mossyoakgamekeeper.com/ Enter The Gamekeeper Giveaway: https://bit.ly/GK_Giveaway Subscribe to Gamekeepers Magazine: https://bit.ly/GK_Magazine Buy a Single Issue of Gamekeepers Magazine: https://bit.ly/GK_Single_Issue Join our Newsletters: Field Notes - https://bit.ly/GKField_Notes | The Branch - https://bit.ly/the_branch Have a question for us or a podcast idea? Email us at gamekeepers@mossyoak.com

Research from Harvard Recommends Surprising Health Hack: Go to Church. Your Misery Can Be Your Ministry – JD Greear Ministries OpenAI says over a million people talk to ChatGPT about suicide weekly | TechCrunch Desiring God on X: "The biggest problem with us is not that we want to be happy. It’s that we’re satisfied with inferior pleasures. https://t.co/QqhNdmE5Aj" / X A Real Revival Is Not Controllable - Christianity Today See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A rocky hairline, a great George C. Scott horror movie, a mention Mr. Keach, respect Dev Patel, somehow Jim Parsons gets involved, and some thoughts on Bruce Willis. Stuff mentioned: Tulsa King (2022-present), The Munsters (1964-1966), The Exorcist III (1990), The Exorcist (1973), Child's Play (1988), William Peter Blatty The Exorcist (1971), William Peter Blatty Legion (1983), The Ninth Configuration (1980), Rabbit Trap (2025), Slumdog Millionaire (2008), The Big Bang Theory (2007-2019), Misery (1990), Stephen King Misery (1987), Misery (2015 Broadhurst Theatre), and Roseanne (1988-1997).

Commanders walk into Arrowhead and walk out smoked, 28-7. Mahomes turned the field into his personal playground while our defense played tourist. Jayden's hamstring kept him sidelined, Mariota tried to keep the train on the tracks, but the Chiefs defense had us in traffic all night.Terry McLaurin did suit up — three clutch grabs and our only touchdown, because of course he did. The man's allergic to quitting. Outside of that? The offense was flatter than a day-old Dr Pepper, and the play-calling looked like it was drawn on a napkin mid-flight.We're breaking it down — the highs (Terry), the lows (everything else), and the pure pain that comes with being a Commanders fan. Grab a drink, grab your coping snacks, and join us for Command This! Live — Misery in Missouri Edition.

Fr. Patrick gave this talk at the Archdiocese of Indianapolis' Catholic Women's Conference. The readings are from Sirach 35:12-14, 16-18, Psalm 34:2-3, 17-18, 19, 23, 2 Timothy 4:6-8, 16-18 & Luke 18:9-14. — Connect with us! Website: slakingthirsts.com/ Youtube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCytcnEsuKXBI-xN8mv9mkfw

Since Thursday, Minnesota has seen dismal performances from the Vikings, Gopher football, Wild and Wolves and Star Tribune columnist Chip Scoggins joins the show to talk about all of it.

JJ Gordon tells you what to see in the theater, what to stream at home and what to skip altogether! In this episode - his time directing the play Misery has sent him down a Stephen King rabbit hole. JJ has his Top 5 Stephen King movie adaptations and where to find them. In the theater, he'll discuss Black Phone 2 and Good Fortune. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Can this season be saved? J.J. McCarthy looks to right the Vikings ship on Sunday as they take on Detroit. Pioneer Press Writer Dane Mizutani with some thoughts on the purple on The WCCO Morning News

The Joy of Christian Contentment & the Misery of Loving Money

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Paul and Amy crack open Misery, where Rob Reiner turns Stephen King's nightmare of fame and obsession into a masterclass in tension. They unpack Kathy Bates' Oscar-winning turn as Annie Wilkes, James Caan, and what the film says about fandom. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Adam and Ethan discuss a mind-boggling heist at the Louvre, the arrest of a former French president, a woman who burned down her apartment building in South Korea trying to a kill a cockroach, and so much more!Show notes: https://rebrand.ly/9esqjin

Head to the Binny's at 1720 N Marcey St in Lincoln Park to get your Parce this week! BRUCE BOLT - Texas-based designer of premium batting gloves: Look good. Hit dingers. ⁠⁠https://brucebolt.us/?afmc=HAPP⁠ On this week's episode of the Compound Podcast with Ian Happ, the guys discuss Shohei Ohtani's massive game four of the NLCS, and the brutal ending to Seattle Mariners' season, plus a whole lot more. Check out full video episodes on Marquee every Thursday and on YouTube on the Marquee Sports Network channel. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week on Misery Loves Mandy, comedian Ari Mannis joins Mandy for an episode packed with hilarious, uncomfortable, and brutally honest stories.From lying about cancer to win back an ex (yes, really), to public bathroom mishaps, dating fails, Waymo fears, and the awkward art of gift-giving — nothing is off limits. Ari turns the darkest moments into comedy gold, and this episode is as relatable as it is unhinged.

Misery loves company and FPL is misery therefore FPL loves company and we're the company so yeah lezzzz goooooooooo. Chapters: 00:00:00 GW8 Recap: FPL Depression 00:06:34 Alon's Dumb Team (Liverpool): Mo Salah and More 00:21:24 Gyökeres or Mo Out? Classic FPL Dilemma 00:27:50 Big Fat Fraud: Ange Postecoglou Mate 00:29:48 Forwards Talk: Woltemade, Kroupi, Igor Thiago, Bowen, and Mateta 00:44:09 Discord Questions: FPL Picks, Captains, and Closing Thoughts on Our Teams FML FPL is a Fantasy Premier League podcast hosted by Alon and Walsh, two veteran FPL managers riding the weekly highs and lows. Expect brutally honest reactions, fantasy football advice you probably shouldn't follow, and full Gameweek therapy. All Other Links: https://linktr.ee/fmlfpl #FPL #FantasyPremierLeague #FPLPodcast #Gameweek9 #GW9 #FantasyFootball Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In Season 2 of Show Me Something Wrong, we're focusing on rip offs, unofficial sequels, and wrong adaptations! To wrap up this season of the pod, Dave shows Guy MIZERY from 2023, directed by Daddy Love. This gender-swapped version of Stephen King classic MISERY is a true Tubi trip to hell, replete with a complete lack of foley, incomprehensible plotting, and fumbled lines left in the edit. Dave tries to make sense of who Daddy Love is, and we discover that this not only rips off just one film, but also M. Night Shyamalan's SPLIT. What a dumb way to finish off a very dumb season. Follow Show Me Something Wrong on Instagram and Twitter. Show Me Something Wrong theme song by JUNK!

In this episode, Memphis May Fire guitarist Kellen McGregor discusses the creation of their 2022 single “Make Believe” from the album Remade in Misery. As the band's producer, Kellen explains how he helped shape the song's sound, blending heavy riffs, melodic hooks, and some studio magic. His insight from behind the board gives a unique look at this hard-hitting track, which provides some context into WHY this track has resonated so much with fans.  Chris DeMakes A Podcast is brought to you by DistroKid, the ultimate partner for taking your music to the next level. Get 30% off your first YEAR with DistroKid by signing up at ⁠http://distrokid.com/vip/demakes For bonus episode of The After Party podcast, an extensive back catalog of past After Party episodes, early ad-free releases of new episodes of Chris DeMakes A Podcast, full video versions of episodes, and MUCH more, head to the Patreon at ⁠http://www.ChrisDeMakes.com Follow Chris DeMakes A Podcast on Instagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/chrisdemakesapodcast/⁠ Join the Chris DeMakes A Podcast community on Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/2643961642526928/⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, we're diving deep into the twisted, brilliant mind of the King of Horror himself: Stephen King. From Carrie (which almost ended up in the trash) to The Shining, Misery, and It, we're exploring what makes a King book so unmistakably King. We share our first introductions to his work, favorite stories, and why his film adaptations are some of the best (and occasionally weirdest) out there. Long live the King! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

St. Louis Magazine editor Nick Phillips spent three days kayaking across the state of Missouri in the MR340, the world's longest nonstop paddling race. He crossed the finish line after nearly 74 hours. Writing about the experience in St. Louis Magazine, Nick describes the journey as a "sweaty, maddening hell.” Along with Phillips, MR340 race director Steve Schnarr discusses the race's history and the extremes it places on the bodies and wills of its participants.

Watch With Jen is releasing two Halloween episodes this year for your listening pleasure & we're starting with an appreciation of a man who is synonymous with spooky season! New York Times bestselling author S.A. Cosby (All the Sinners Bleed, King of Ashes) & award-winning novelist William Boyle (City of Margins, Saint of the Narrows Street) return to the podcast to discuss their decades long affection for the written & filmed work of prolific horror master Stephen King.A fast-paced conversation filled with nostalgia, confessions, & stories of a few screenings gone wrong, while we touch on a wide variety of titles including THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION, THE DARK HALF, & THE MIST & offer enough insights for you to need to listen with a notebook & pen, the main films we wanted to cover were SILVER BULLET, MISERY, PET SEMATARY, & SECRET WINDOW. Be sure to share this with any King fans in your life!Originally Posted (10/20/25) on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/141675016Shop Watch With Jen logo Merchandise in Logo Designer Kate Gabrielle's Threadless ShopDonate to the Pod via Ko-fiTheme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music Archive

Dive into the best stalker horror movies that will keep you looking over your shoulder! In this episode, we define what makes a true stalker film and debate if classics like Misery and Halloween qualify. Join us for a chilling film review of iconic 90s thriller movies like Fatal Attraction and Single White Female, and discover which movies made our final top picks. Defining the Genre: We break down the three essential rules for a true stalker movie (no masks, a personal connection, and pure obsession) and debate where classics like Cape Fear and Misery fit in. A History of Terror: A journey through the evolution of stalker movies, from foundational films like Peeping Tom and Play Misty for Me to the golden era of 90s thriller movies. Top Picks Revealed: We count down our personal favorite stalker-horror-movies, including in-depth movie reviews of iconic titles like The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, One Hour Photo, and Cable Guy. What is the most terrifying stalker movie you've ever seen? Let us know at on discord at https://discord.com/channels/1067671026734993418/1067671027183796254 Follow The Cinema Psychos Show on Socials ❤️‍

Two picks of the week and one full episode later, we are both (finally) fans of this book. If the traditional rom-com heroine doesn't hit hard enough for you (and Misery from Bride was your girl), then give Rue a shot.https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/198716261-not-in-loveSimilar BooksBride by Ali Hazelwoodhttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/181344829-bride?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=X0ErFtXhst&rank=1Half a Soul by Olivia Atwaterhttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60717747-half-a-soul?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=WNDEzCAXrC&rank=1 Subscribe to our Youtube channel! https://www.youtube.com/@notanotherheroine

As human beings, we struggle to even comprehend the meaning of the word “eternal.” To begin, we need to make some distinctions. First, we need to distinguish God's eternity from our eternity, or timeless eternity from everlasting eternity. His life is so full that he doesn't experience it in a succession of moments like we do. Our eternity is better thought of as everlastingness. Everlasting means that we will last forever. We never get outside of time; we live within time forever.But, more than that, we will exist either in a state of everlasting joy and life, or in a state of everlasting destruction and death. The Scriptures (Matthew 25, Revelation 20) teach that at the end of history, Christ will return, raise the dead, and execute a final judgment. At that time, the righteous—body and soul—will enter into the Joy of God forever, and the wicked—body and soul—will enter into Misery forever. The common names for these two eternal destinies are Heaven and Hell.I want to focus on two issues. One is a fear we have about Heaven and one is a concern we have about Hell. Our fear about Heaven is this: we worry that we will be bored. We know that we are promised unending joy, but we struggle to believe it because we fear that having “arrived” at Joy, Joy will grow old and stale to us. Our desires always outrun their satisfaction. Desire dies in its fulfillment. We get what we want, and we find that it's not enough. And our repeated experience of this phenomenon, in every aspect of our lives, creates the fear in us that Heaven will be no different.

Your mileage may vary" is an idiomatic phrase  is relatively new that was first used in car sales now is used as your experiences may be different than others.    In your faith journey.  You will be using the amount of faith you have been given by God.  And in your lifetime, you have the opportunity to grow your faith based on the trials, tests and situations that will happen in your life.    Jesus taught that it doesn't take much faith to move a “mountain”, but we take a lifetime to learn that.    In your life you will experience things that will test your resolve, your faith, your strength, your loyalty, your character, who you really are.     When you get closer to God, those shortcomings will be more evident.  As you grow closer to God, the enemy will be allowed to throw things at you.  It will be different for each of us.   What caused you to fall or fail is different for me.   Common challenges include personal issues like financial stress, health concerns (physical and mental), and relationship problems, as well as professional struggles such as work-life balance, career uncertainty, and workplace issues like communication gaps or lack of motivation. Other challenges involve coping with loss, managing stress, and dealing with life changes, which can lead to loneliness or other mental and physical health difficulties. On a global scale, challenges include climate change, poverty, and human rights violations.   It all depends on who you are, where you are, and what God has plans for you.  Mixed with how you cope, deal, overcome, or choose.     So what is the message here. Everyone one has a journey.  Everyone will have some issues. We have to learn to not respond to the sin of our  neighbors like we don't have any.  We have to listen more than we talk.  We have to open our hearts to God more.  We have to listen to Him. And when we don't hear Him, realize it is us, not HIM that has turned down the volume.  What must I do to be saved?  What must I do to change?  What must I do, Lord?  Speak Lord, for your servant is listening.     Becoming a Christian doesn't make you immune to bad stuff happening.  You might get more than your neighbor.  There is a lot of negatives in this world.  A lot of people are in dark places.  Misery likes no it loves company.  It motivates, inspires, and cultivates staying away from the Light of God.  You will seem foolish for kingdom thinking.  And on your good days, it is easy to get full of yourself and look down on others. Which will knock you off the path you were on.  It is precarious. It is easy to fall off.  To take the wrong path when you are on the right one. And just as easy to talk yourself into continuing to walk off the yellow brick road right to a witch.     We stray very easily.  We get full of garbage and then repeat it.  Someone cosigns on it and off we go.  Tearing others down.   Only you can save yourself.  You can't pray your kids into heaven. They have to make it on their own.  Your parents can't go to church and serve God for you.     But here's the worst part.  You can play a part in another persons destruction.  You can encourage, chase away, hurt and harm someone that trust your words.  You can make them lose their faith.   How?  Your actions.  I have seen the enemy and it is us. That phrase came from a comic strip by way of the War of 18112 but it applies.    Right now I am trying to overcome me.  I have a battle inside.  The good news is, you can't win a fight you don't know that you are in.  It's like the frog that went to sleep in the hot water and didn't realize that although it felt good, he was slowing being cooked.     Some of the stuff that is going on in your life is self sabotage.  behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one's own interests or development.    We talk negatively, to ourselves.  You know that there is "life and death  in the power of the tongue". This means spoken words have the power to build others up, foster healing, and bring joy, or to cause deep emotional wounds through gossip, criticism, and harshness.   Don't forget to speak life to your situation.  Speak life to yourself.  Speak life to your children, spouses, friends, family and when you mature enough, even to your enemies.    I am learning in the midst of the trials in my life right now, I still have choices to make.  For good or evil.  For prosperity or destruction.  I can still have and do have a future at 63.     setting new goals and reinventing yourself at your age is beneficial because it promotes a renewed sense of purpose, boosts physical and cognitive health, and increases overall life satisfaction. This phase of life often comes with more clarity, accumulated wisdom, and fewer constraints from raising a family or building a career, making it an ideal time for personal growth.      Think of yourself as a classic car.  Vintage ones are valuable. But they must be restored.  They must be cleaned.  You try to get them to the factory settings or customed.  None of us can be reset to the purity of the day we were born but you can be Born again.       That means a new beginning with God. It involves repenting of sins, having faith in Jesus Christ, and being spiritually reborn through the Holy Spirit, which results in a change of heart, identity, and life.     How you get there is up to you.  Your mileage may vary.    love you,   Kenn kenn.blanchard@gmail.com 

Calorie cycling isn't a trick—it's stress management for your metabolism. In this Mini Micropedia, Mikki explains how sustained restriction can drive adaptive thermogenesis: leptin falls, ghrelin rises, thyroid output dips, NEAT declines, and fat loss stalls. Then she lays out practical cycling options—from simple weekday–weekend shifts to planned carb refeeds, diet breaks, and PSMF days—so you can periodise your intake around training and real life without blowing your deficit. You'll learn who benefits (and who shouldn't use it), why protein (≥1.6–2.2 g/kg) and resistance training are non-negotiables, and how to set your weekly calorie budget, distribute it across the week, and interpret scale bumps from glycogen and water. The goal: precision over punishment—an approach you can actually sustain.Don't miss Mikki's webinar “Fat Loss in the Festive Season” on Wednesday 29 October, running at 1:00 pm and 7:00 pm NZT.Episode HighlightsWhy adaptive thermogenesis makes continuous dieting harder (leptin ↓, ghrelin ↑, thyroid ↓, NEAT ↓).Calorie-cycling options: weekday–weekend shifts, strategic carb refeeds, diet breaks, PSMF; pros and cons.Non-negotiables: high protein (≥1.6–2.2 g/kg) and resistance training to protect lean mass.How to plan: set maintenance, choose a 15–25% weekly deficit, distribute low/high days around training and social life.Interpreting the scale: glycogen + water explain short-term weight spikes after high-carb days. Contact Mikki:https://mikkiwilliden.com/https://www.facebook.com/mikkiwillidennutritionhttps://www.instagram.com/mikkiwilliden/https://linktr.ee/mikkiwillidenSave 20% on all Nuzest Products WORLDWIDE with the code MIKKI at www.nuzest.co.nz, www.nuzest.com.au or www.nuzest.comCurranz supplement: MIKKI saves you 25% at www.curranz.co.nz or www.curranz.co.uk off your first order

The Joy of Contentment & the Misery of Loving Money

Write into the show at MidnightFilmSociety@gmail.com and @midnightfilmpod on Instagram, Bluesky, and Letterboxd. Subscribe on Pocketcasts, YouTube Podcasts, and Spotify. Rate and review it on Apple Podcasts. Tell a friend, family member, or stranger.Rip Diane KeatonLast Episode Of WTFWhat Damian's Been Watching: Cloud, Misery, Hooptober 12, What Derick's Been Watching: TRON: Ares, Peacemaker, Bringing Out the DeadLetterboxd Assignments: Damian - The Swimming Pool/The Plague of the Zombies, Derick: The Thin Red LineLetterboxd Assignment; Derick - Hard 8 For next time: October 17th; After The Hunt, Black Phone 2, October 25th; Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere, If I Had Legs I'd Kick You, A House Of DynamiteCheck Out Dericks Socials HereCheck Out Damian's Socials Here

Megan and Evan hold down the fort again this week, while Dave's on vacation. Megan kicks things off with a review of CHAIN REACTIONS (2:25), Alexandre O. Philippe's insightful documentary about THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE, which takes an intriguing approach: it examines the film's impact on five artists — Patton Oswalt, Takashi Miike, Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, Stephen King, and Karyn Kusama — exploring how it shaped their art and psyche from childhood trauma. Megan is a big fan and highly recommends it. Next, both of us discuss Bryan Bertino's disappointing psychological horror film Vicious (20:55), starring Dakota Fanning and Kathryn Hunter. The movie, which is streaming on Paramount+, follows a woman (Fanning) who must fight for her life after receiving a mysterious box from a late-night visitor (Hunter). It features murky visuals, plot, and ideas that failed to capture our attention. And in this week's Patreon exclusive audio, we talk about Rob Reiner's 1990 horror film MISERY, starring James Caan and Kathy Bates, in honor of its 35th anniversary!

In this episode, I want to bring you up to speed with the war-related events in the Z-sphere of idiocy. Vatniks are pissing their pants because of Ukraine probably getting Tomahawks in the near future, Putin has to deal with the new president of Syria, and, of course, Igor Girkin has written new things for us to laugh at. Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/theeasternborder. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What is it about multiple voices singing a beautiful melody together that just GETS to us? For this special BONUS Episode, we asked our Patrons to send in a song with amazing vocal harmonies...that got them high! Caution: Ear-candy ahead... Songs discussed in this episode: You Still Believe In Me (Isolated vocals) - The Beach Boys; Live In Favor Of Tomorrow - The Lemon Twigs; Blue - The Jayhawks; Oh So Many Years - Billie Joe Armstrong & Norah Jones; A Good Feelin' To Know - Poco; In The Court Of The Crimson King - King Crimson; Losing True - The Roches; God Only Knows - The Beach Boys; Trees and Flowers - Strawberry Switchblade; Little Things - Ida; Start Again - Teenage Fanclub; Poppies - La Luz; Bridge On Fire - Shovels & Rope; A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square - Manhattan Transfer; Bellyeye (Cardiacs cover) - The 180 Gs; Ain't That Enough - Teenage Fanclub; The Bleeding Heart Show - The New Pornographers; Misery, P.S. I Love You - The Beatles; Forgetting - The Feminine Complex; Long Time Gone - Crosby Stills & Nash; You're All I Need To Get By - Aretha Franklin; Take It Easy - The Eagles; 14 Cheerleader Coldfront (live on KCRW) - Guided By Voices (Bob Pollard & Tobin Sprout)

On this week's episode of You Are What You Read, we are joined by the great Rob Reiner with his new memoir, A Fine Line Between Stupid and Clever: The Story of Spinal Tap, which he co-wrote with Christopher Guest, Michael McKean and Harry Shearer. Rob is a two-time Emmy–winning actor for his role in All in the Family. He is also the acclaimed director of This Is Spinal Tap, Stand By Me, The Princess Bride, When Harry Met Sally, Misery, A Few Good Men, The American President, Ghosts of Mississippi, and The Bucket List. Recently, Rob directed the Emmy–nominated documentary Albert Brooks: Defending my Life, and the sequel to This Is Spinal Tap. Rob is a dedicated political activist, he spearheaded a tobacco tax initiative in California to fund early childhood development and chaired the state commission to oversee its implementation. In 2008, he cofounded The American Foundation For Equal Rights, which paved the way for marriage equality nationwide. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A football Monday after a miserable Jets loss has us wondering if the Jets failed in hiring their head coach.

Just when we thought we were out, he pulls us back in! After declaring this podcast done with Don Rea until Year in Review, Brendan starts this episode off with the late-breaking news of Don Rea's karaoke performance after Saturday of the Ryder Cup. According to the Times of London, D-Rabbit reportedly took the mic at his hotel and performed Eminem's "Lose Yourself" in front of player families and more onlookers. Andy is stunned by the song choice, thinking that an Eagles song would be more up Don's alley. Everyone is wondering when and where the video of this historical moment will inevitably come out and PJ is debating on making some calls across Long Island to see if he can procure it. With Don's one-year anniversary as PGA of America president coming up, Andy ponders if he makes it through half of his two-year term. Brendan is aghast at the "Deep State" of European media and PGA of America members who are trying to cancel Don, demanding that this cannot happen, if only for the sake of this podcast. Before running through this week's results, Andy and Brendan also provide an incredible update on the "Lotte at Lottie's" challenge! In actual golf news, Tommy Gainey secured his first win on the Champions Tour and Andy believes that this may mark the end for the senior circuit in more ways than one. Speaking of the Lotte, the LPGA's unique winner streak carries on after non-member sponsor exemption Youmin Hwang took home the win. Big Shot Bob MacIntyre won a rainy, cold Dunhill just a week after battling at Bethpage. The weather was so bad in Scotland that the event was shortened to 54 holes, causing some Pro-Am celebs to walk off the course due to the conditions. On the PGA Tour, Steven Fisk chased down Garrick Higgo at the Sanderson to win his first-ever PGA Tour title. Andy pops PJ about the latest Jets loss and there's some network television discussion to round out this quick Sunday recording.