Podcasts about Possum

Russell Tucker got more than he bargained for when he led a wilderness pack camp out and had a wildlife encounter. Teachin' them survival skills. And who woulda guessed that camp out was gonna mess with our softball game this week?My Venmo here: @Tavin-DillardMerch here. Use code POSSUM at checkout out: https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardNashville Tickets: https://www.x1entertainment.com/tavindillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

In this episode of HappyCast, Andrew and Stephanie are joined by Elliott Waldock — fresh off the Summit 200, one of the most rugged and high-altitude 200-mile races in the U.S. With Dylan notably MIA (possibly launching a Chipotle-based fight club), Andrew drinks wine and scrolls Elliott's Instagram to dive deep into his running past, landing fortuitously on his very first 100-miler: Brazos Bend. What follows is a hilarious, nostalgic, and surprisingly heartfelt look at Elliott's journey from Texas trails to the brutal peaks of Colorado.The conversation takes a wild turn when Stephanie realizes she raced alongside Elliott at the Possum's Revenge 69-miler—where he unknowingly triggered her into a puke-worthy sprint finish. From there, it's an exploration of shared memories, ridiculous aid station food strategies, Airbnb mishaps, and what it's like to hallucinate alone at 12,000 feet. Elliott reflects candidly on the Summit 200 experience, calling it the hardest 200-miler he's ever done and detailing the cold, isolation, and relentless terrain that made it a true test of mental and physical strength.Elliott also shares what the ultra scene is like in his home state of North Dakota, and makes a strong case for why more runners should volunteer—and why Stephanie should come run the Maah Daah Hey 100. We close things out with moose stand-offs, wine reviews, a heartfelt “can't let it go,” and the kind of chaotic, unfiltered storytelling that makes HappyCast feel like a trail hang with friends.Be sure to subscribe to the podcast wherever you listen, and we always appreciate you leaving a good rate and review. Join the Facebook Group and follow us on Instagram and check out our website for the more episodes, posts and merchandise coming soon. Have a topic you'd like to hear discussed in depth, or a guest you'd like to nominate? Email us at info@happyendingstc.org

From time to time over the nearly 50 years since the establishment of the Atlanta Soto Zen Center, a significant number of its members and its affiliates in the Silent Thunder Order have complained of burning out in terms of their participation in the Zen community. Some have faded into obscurity and were never heard from again. Others have come back after years. The record for the longest hiatus is about three decades. This cohort would amount to a small percentage of the total attendance, or course, but it has been noted that more people come and go than stay. Matsuoka-roshi used to say, of some disciple that was no longer showing up, "Come-and-go type" or, "Wishy-washy type." I assume that these lost souls continue to practice in some form or other, hopefully maintaining their practice of meditation at least. And they probably retain an interest in reading about Zen and Buddhism. And I think it fair to say that if they had stayed, instead of moving on, we would have no place for most of them to sit. This is why I refer to the Zen sangha — and it is probably true of all communities — that it is like a cloud, constantly evaporating and recondensing, with new molecules of water, over time. People have real lives, other demands on their time and energy, and they always have. Master Dogen pointed out that the famous places in China were not typically comprised of large groups, but a small core of a half-dozen monks or so, with others coming and going from time to time. A cursory reading of the history of the formal transmission in Soto Zen makes this clear. Many of these encounters were short-term. So I don't worry too much about the many former members who are no longer in attendance. I do reach out from time to time if someone has suddenly disappeared who was diligently engaging on a frequent basis for some time, out of curiosity if nothing else. But I have enough to worry about, dealing with those who are presently practicing, as well as the constant flow of newcomers knocking at our doors. Most newcomers report that their first exposure to Zen is through reading — or, nowadays, listening — to a well-known teacher online, such as Thich Nhat Hahn, or Ram Dass. I had the pleasure of meeting Ram Dass in person in the 1960s, when I was teaching at the School of the Art Institute and the University of Illinois at Chicago Circle campus. Some friends of mine who knew him told me he was travelling through the area, so I asked them to connect us, and invited him to speak to one of my classes at the U of I. I still have the 1/4-inch reel-to-reel audiotape somewhere of his talk, which was his classic trip to India, giving LSD to the guru tale. I plan to have it digitized so that those who are interested can listen to it. Not to be too much of a name-dropper — near to greatness, and all that — but he came to our apartment for dinner that evening and cooked chipatis and beans for us. My friends told me later that he had told them he thought I was one of the most spiritual people he had ever met. That may have been because my apartment was full of student work, models of geometric structure studies they had done in one of my design classes.Another factoid of interest, and one of those coincidences that we say are not in Zen — he was driving a Chrysler Airstream at that time, and several years earlier, before I had graduated from the Institute of Design, my best friend at that time and I attended a talk by Claes Oldenburg, the famous Swedish-American sculptor, at the University of Chicago, at which presentation, amongst other things, we saw his life-size soft sculpture of — you guessed it — a Chrysler Airstream. But I digress. I have never heard of anyone burning out from too much study of the dharma, or too much sitting in meditation, although some naturally grow tired of too much group discussion, especially when it slides down the slippery slope of intellectualism and erudition, as has been seen many times in the history of Zen. Ch'an Master Huineng famously made a public show of burning scrolls of sutras to make this point. Dogen held that both things can be true at the same time — that the written record also contains the dharma, even though subject to the limitations of language. No, usually, problems with burnout arise in the context of serving the Zen community. Community, or sangha, is the third leg of the stool of Buddhism, joining that of dharma, the study of the teachings of Buddhism and Zen; and most centrally, buddha, the practice of zazen, or the meditation of Buddha. This is what Zen claims to transmit. Where the rubber hits the road in terms of burnout is usually in an individual's efforts to serve the sangha in ways that demand what seems to them to be a lot of time, effort, and energy, with all the opportunity costs associated with any form of contributions of one's precious time to any cause. The third rail for most or all not-for-profit enterprises such as ASZC seems to consist in serving on the board of directors. What I refer to as the "substitution effect" begins to set in — one finds oneself sitting less and less over time, the limited bandwidth available for Zen being consumed more and more by the ever-evolving demands of raising money and paying the bills; upkeep, repair and maintenance of the facility; producing and publishing online communications, newsletters, bulletins and podcasts; and, finally, the sheer pressure of administrating a robust schedule of programs of dharma study and meditation, serving a shape-shifting and ever-growing community of practitioners. As one who has been immersed in this process for going on 50 years -— ASZC was incorporated in 1977 — I am very familiar with this syndrome of overcommitting, on a personal level. But I think it may be that we are getting it backward if and when we do burn out in service to the sangha. It is easy to lose track of the central focus of Zen. The three legs of the stool are not equal in importance or effectiveness in supporting our personal practice. Buddha practice, Zen meditation, or zazen, is definitely first and foremost. Dharma, or study of the teachings, comes second and is subordinate to zazen. Without zazen there is little hope of ever comprehending buddha-dharma. Sangha, community participation and service, is a distant third, and is not really necessary, or conducive to personal practice, absent meditation and study. When we get this backward is when we tend to burn out. If I had not been continuing my meditation practice over the 60 years I have been engaged in all three dimensions, from the mid-1960s at the Zen Buddhist Temple of Chicago, through the years of establishing ASZC in Atlanta, I would have burnt out long ago. Attending most of the public sessions of meditation and witnessing the evolution of the Zen lives of hundreds of individuals have reinvigorated my zeal for Zen again and again, especially during the difficult times we have endured. The evidence of my senses has convinced me ever more undoubtedly of the value and effectiveness of Zen as the Upaya, or skillful means, for our times, as Matsuoka-roshi believed. If you have found yourself experiencing burnout, please consider whether or not you see yourself in this picture. If you do your best to attend a reasonable number of our scheduled meditation programs including daily, weekly, monthly and annual opportunities, such as day sits (zazenkai), longer retreats (sesshin), classes and workshops, you will rediscover the renewable resource that is genuine Zen practice. If you have gotten entangled in the ASZC or STO administration or other demanding roles of service to the sangha, please understand that your efforts are very much appreciated, but that you may be inadvertently developing the substitution effect syndrome, which ultimately does not bode well either for your practice, or the wellbeing of the community. If you relinquish your position and function, no worries, someone else will step up. I have witnessed this again and again. There is no way to plan for, or to design around, human nature, so please do not blame the corporate entity that is the Zen community for your unhappiness. If instead you renew and reinvigorate your practice of meditation, both at home and at the Zen center, you may begin to see that the burden you are or were carrying on behalf of your fellow travelers on the Zen raft was not so onerous, after all. And that somehow, willy-nilly, what you may have seen as your vital function within the Zen community will be taken up by others. If you do not claim your place on the cushion, you may miss the point of practice altogether. Which would be a "cry and shame" as Albert the Alligator would say. And I know that dates me. Look up "Pogo the Possum" by Walt Kelly. Let me propose in closing that you apply a tried-and-true time management approach to your Zen practice. There are only 24 hours in a day, as we say, so unless we chuck it all and go join a monastery, or become a hermit, only a small fraction of those hours can be devoted specifically to our practice, as we conceive it. So let's say you create the visual of a classic clock face representing your 24-hour day. After filling in all the many other things you do to get you through the night, such as sleeping, and through the demands of your day, such as paying the rent, take a look at how much time is left over. For the sake of argument, let's say you can free up an hour a day, or maybe two. In that time, maybe an hour in the morning, and an hour in the evening, maybe more of a weekend, you commit 50% to Buddha Practice: time on the cushion; 30% to Dharma Study: reading up on the literature and joining online dialogs; that leaves 20% for Sangha Service: helping out at the center, or attending admin meetings. The very exercise of visualizing — and tracking — your time may reveal that you are not actually spending as much as you think you are, or at least allow you to cut it down to a bearable amount. The main thing it may help you do is to put the emphasis where is should be: on meditation. If you are attending zazen regularly you are already doing the most you can do to support your community. Your presence encourages them in their practice more directly and to a greater degree than financial and in-kind contributions. Although those are very important. If you join the dharma dialogs online or in person on Sunday mornings and occasionally make a contribution to the conversation, that is also a service to the sangha. It indicates your sincere interest in clarifying the Great Matter, which is the main and central purpose of the pursuit of Zen. If you do both the above and still have time to devote to supporting the programs and physical plant of the Zen center, more power to you. But please be careful not to let the tail wag the Zen dog. There is a story from the history in China, if memory serves, that illustrates this principle clearly. A monk complained that during meditation, the rain was leaking in on him through the thatched roof. The Master's response? "Move down." Why spend a great deal of time and effort patching a roof, maintaining a building, if it prevents you from sitting in zazen? The building, the corporate entity, and all other dimensions of the Zen community and its physical manifestation in the world are subject to the three marks of dukkha. They are impermanent in the long run, imperfect in their current variation, and inherently insubstantial in comparison to the effects of zazen on your consciousness. To quote the venerable Ch'an Master Sekito Kisen, from the closing line of his short but dense poem, Sandokai—Harmony of Difference and Equality: I respectfully urge you who study the mysterydo not pass your days and nights in vain

Cricket's family had a reunion. Her grandaddy got lost. I escaped some baked beans and Aunt Tilda to find him. And Team Burger Shed played without Russell Tucker. How'd we do? Take a listen!I hope to see y'all at my show in Nashville! Tickets here: https://www.x1entertainment.com/tavindillardUse code POSSUM at check out for 20% off: https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

In episode 1907, Jack and Miles are joined by co-host of Diva Down, Carmen Laurent, to discuss… Why Is It Always The Decent God Fearing Folks? How Did Elon Musk F**k Up A *Diner* This Badly? Ocelots and Possums Seem To Be Conspiring Together In The Amazon Rainforest and more! Investigation inquiry underway after reports of naked women on Ryan Walters office TV Ryan Walters's Statement As board members call Walters’ collusion accusation ‘ludicrous,’ third-party report offers new TV details Board members: TV in Ryan Walters’ office displayed nude women during executive session The Tesla Diner is officially open ‘from now until forever.’ What we learned on Day 1 ‘We got a lot of honks in solidarity’: anti-Musk protests ripple at LA’s Tesla Diner ‘World’s Worst Rave’: Neighbors Say Living Next to Tesla Diner Is ‘Absolute Hell’ Living Next To Tesla Diner Is 'Absolute Hell,' Neighbors Say Tesla Diner Los Angeles Outdoor Patio Covering Crashes Down on Woman's Head Elon Musk’s Tesla Diner Is the Cybertruck of Restaurants Ocelots and Possums Seem To Be Conspiring Together In The Amazon Rainforest LISTEN: Brown's by Trus'meSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's a new podcast season, but the softball season keeps truckin' along! There was a menu change this week at the concession stand. And me and JT Whitlow stepped up our battin' game.Use code POSSUM at checkout for 20% off merch: https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

En este episodio exploramos la presencia enigmática y fascinante de los gatos en la literatura, esos animales que han acompañado a poetas, narradores y lectores desde tiempos remotos, convirtiéndose en símbolo de lo indomable, lo intuitivo, lo sagrado y lo oculto.Desde los versos oscuros de Charles Baudelaire, pasando por la "Oda al gato" de Pablo Neruda, los felinos literarios han sido retratados como criaturas misteriosas, independientes, casi divinas. En El libro de los gatos habilidosos del viejo Possum, T. S. Eliot los inmortaliza con humor e ingenio, mientras que otros autores los convierten en compañeros de lo fantástico, lo introspectivo y lo irracional.Hablamos de gatos que acechan en bibliotecas, que duermen sobre manuscritos, que se escabullen entre los márgenes de los cuentos, que encarnan metáforas del deseo, del misterio o de la libertad. Y también recordamos cómo estos animales han sido inspiración constante para escritores y escritoras de todas las épocas.

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We've got a very fun one for you this week! The hosts of the brand new podcast SUPER SISTER SIGNS Brooke and Juanita join us to chat about their wonderful cats! Brooke has a brand new kitten named Possum and Juanita has an "ugly" cat named Taco! Plus, we chat the zodiac signs of our cats, good cat names, and what a marsupial is! Be sure to check out Super Sister Signs wherever you listen to podcasts!Send us YOUR pet stories (Ready, Pet, Go!) at comfortcreatures@maximumfun.org and don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe! Follow us @comfortcreaturespodcast on Instagram! Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/PFVQXgMYWB

"The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to their username in the discord." With so many members of the amazing 70mm podcasts' VHS Village, 70mm Rejected thought it fitting to (re)introduce you to some of your fellow possums and favorite posters. Learn a little more about how they found the 70mm podcast, why they joined the discord and, of course, their top 4 on Letterboxd.This week we sit down and welcome William P to the Possum Files. Listen in to hear about why his top four around fellowship, horror, symmetry and a CGI bear can break you into a million pieces.And, if you're not already a Villager, you can join 70MM's Patreon by clicking the link below.https://www.patreon.com/70mm

The Ozark Hillbilly returns for his first show back, while DJ Y performs a live concert on-air. 

The Leadbeater's Possum can fit in the palm of your hand, and it has been presumed extinct twice. Now a new population has been discovered in New South Wales, and the race is on to protect it. - दुईपटक लोप भइसकेको मानिएको लेडबेटर्स प्रजातीको शिशुधानी (मार्सुपियल वा पेटसँगै शरिरको बाहिरी भागमा रहेको प्राकृतिक थैलीमा बच्चा बोक्ने जन्तु) पसम न्यु साउथ वेल्समा फेला परेपछि, वैज्ञानिकहरू यसलाई संरक्षण गर्न सक्रिय भएका छन्।

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

“The Golden Rule” I finally did it. I finally set my house on fire. You don't know. I've lived there two years; I just now did it. This amazes me that just how. Here's how it happened. So I'm in my kitchen, cooking. I just worked out for like, three hours so I'm cooking everything. Everything. I put the soup on, but by the end of the workout, I'm not sure the soup is going to be enough. So, I thought to myself, “You know what, I'm going to make some tortilla chips” A few days before I made the dopest salsa. I couldn't get enough of it. It was the best salsa ever. I was like “gosh” so every day, Tacos for three days, Just to put the salsa on top, And on the fourth day, I'm like “Nah, soup.” So, I put the soup on and I go workout, But the soup, you see has roasted vegetables in in, You know? So what I had done was, I had roasted the vegetables on a pan, but the pan is a little worn, so i put them on parchment paper… … Yeah, but here's what really happened, Is I took the vegetables off of the roasting pan, and I was about to throw away the parchment paper, And I thought “Wait. No! There's still so much oil on this!” And I didn't want to be wasteful. So I turned the oven back on, And I took out the tortillas I had— There were four of them— I took out two, Just in case I wanted two actual tacos later— Cause you know, I really love this fucking salsa. So good. Anyway— I take out two of the four tortillas, And I quarter them, And I flip them in the leftover oil from the roasted vegetables, And I'm thinking— This is going to be so good Roasted vegetable flavored Corn tortilla chips— I brush on a little bit of coconut oil, I drop some lemon juice on them, I put on a little salt— And I put them in the oven— I turn the oven to broil, And then I start the dishes; Dishes takes about ten minutes, This should take about ten minutes— So I start doing the dishes, And cleaning up, And putting them away, And this is the most ironic shit in the world, I start thinking to myself Particularly about this comedian that I like And I start thinking to myself “Wow, so you're a comedian; Comedian things happen to you; You're a real comedian. I must not be a real comedian— Because comedy things don't happen to me.” And right at that moment, I just so happen to look into the oven, And all I see is flames. Like, open flames. Big, flames. So I open the oven; More flames. I'm like “Oh no.” So now I'm panicking because I've never had an apartment with a gas stove before, So I don't know how quickly flames turn into massive explosions. And it's honestly funny how suicidal I am, Until I see open flames and I'm like “No, but— not like THIS!” So I freak out, I hit the breaker. I turn off everything in the place I'm not looking to see which switch is “gas” I turned turned them all off, Click, click, click, click Put on my slip ons, and grab my phone and I'm out the door. And I'm thinking to myself “See this is why you need a phone,” Because honestly sometimes, I don't feel like paying the bill. I feel like having toilet paper, Or soap, Or water— And I just “Whatever” But lately, I've been looking for more work because I like having toilet paper, and soap, and water AND a phone— so I keep the phone on, Which, even in the moment is like “Oh yeah, wow, I have a phone” Like I'm in astonishment at how handy it is because if it's handy for anything, This is it. So I'm out the door, and I'm dialing 911 as I hit the staircase; Whoosh, I'm out the door and in the long before the operator even picks up, And I'm in the lobby, on the phone, and the operator gets the address and I'm just standing there — Mind you, I didn't even grab my keys on the way out, so I'm assuming the door is locked, And I think to myself about the size of the flames and the fact that they were coming from the oven which is connected to a gas line which is connected to the rest of the building, so I don't know how any of that stuff works, And then I start thinking. “Should I warn my neighbors?” I hate my neighbors. Or rather, My neighbors hate me. But I'm thinking of the flames and the smoke and the danger and how, if it was me, I'd want to know if the apartment next door to mine was on fire and possibly about to explode. You know; the golden rule. So I'm like “fuck it” I don't get along with these people but I don't mean to blow them up. So I run back upstairs, And I knock on their doors; Not everyone's doors, just the two doors in what I assume would be the blast area. I knock on their doors, And only one of them answers— The one that answers is, of course, The one that's been stalking me. So this is ironic at least twice, now, And she answers the door, And I explain to her the situation “Look, my apartment's on fire whatever The fire department's on the way, I'm locked out…” As I turn the knob, I realize, I'm not locked out. My door didn't even lock, I didn't notice it didn't lock, I just ran, So I'm like “Nevermind I just wanted you to know the fire departments on the way and not to panic” And she just gives me this look With her wombat face —she has wombat face. She looks like a— Like a rabid wombat. Like a— Like a really fucked up, Possum. Like a wombat-possum. And we've been having some—problems. She's my stalker. She's been stalking me; And I've noticed so, It's really awkward that I'm at her door warning her like “hey, don't freak out or anything, the fire department's coming by” And she just looks at me with those beady little eyes and a shrug that tells me If her apartment was about to explode She'd just let me incinerate. , “Whatever, fuck you.” I know I'm a good person, Cause I would want to know— so I let you know There may be danger here! Whatever. So she's like “whatever”, and shuts the door like a normal, sane person Cause my problem with her is that For the past year Every time I take a bath or shower, This wombat looking rabid possum bitch Slams the door. Not just her door, The stairwell exit door, Which is located adjacent to my door. So every time I take a bath for the last year— BOOM. BOOM. Fuck that. Theres's more to the story but you get the point. She's a white supremacist wombat with a door slamming habit. That's that story, this is another story. So anyway. And I just realized, I'm not locked out at all, and so I go back into the apartment not knowing if it contained itself, or if it got worse— I don't know, the whole place is just filled with smoke, and then the super, Who I also called and also don't like, Shows up before the fire department, And he comes in, and he opens the oven, and just— Plumes of smoke— Then the fire dudes rush in, I'm like, “Oh God” I just worked out for three hours and looked wombat girl right in the face, Like, right in the eyes Now I probably look like a wombat That shit is contagious, Fuck that. “”let me put on some sunglasses” So I put on some sunglasses, And three fire dudes walk in in full gear with canisters and shit, Masks; The whole thing. But the super already opened the oven, There's no more flames, No more fire, Just smoke— And a bunch of mad crispy Ashes. No tortilla chips, Just— Ashes, on a cookie sheet. Just— Ashes, But still, smoke everywhere so they have to follow the procedure, And the procedure is, Moving all my shit by dragging it across the floor; Ok, that's cool, I guess, Boom. One of them starts running water down the sink, Alright, Another one just rips down the curtains. I'm like “That's hot.” (It was so hot) Slides back the couch, opens the window. I'm astonished that something as simple as a man pulling down your curtain rod with no regards to giving a fuck can be so exhilirating. I'm like “oh!” Then after all that, They're just standing there. Just, In full gear, Looking at the oven like “Well, that's it.” They're like “K. Bye.” I'm like “that's it?” They're like “Yeah” I'm like l, “I don't need to do anything?” They're like “Just open the window, keep the door open till the smoke comes out” I'm like “that's all” They're like “yeah” I'm like “my bad.” They all just shrug like “whatever” Like, in unison, shrugging like to give no fucks at all, Still in full gear. The only thing I can be sure of is that all three of them are hot and if the super wasn't there, I'd inidiate a gangbang. Almost positive. But five's a crowd, or whatever, so I'm like “Well, thanks guys, sorry about that” and they all just leave, almost disappointed like there wasn't a burning building to actually show up to. I'm just relieved I didn't explode and the solace I can take from this is that I'm a good person. my neighbor is stalking me cause she has NOTHING ELSE to do. That bitch was AT the door, never leaves. She's miserable. She looks like a wombat And 3. Three firefighters entered and exited the apartment head to toe in full gear with heavy ass metal canisters and did not slam a single door. FUCK YOU HOE. Very respectful servicemen. I had called the landlord about her harassing me in the shower and the bathtub. You know she's doing it every bath and every shower for over a year she's doing it on purposes I started making formal complaints; The property management's like “Are you sure she's doing it on purpose?” THREE Fully grown men decked head to toe in full fireproof outfits, helmets, and masks entered and exited the building on one day and in ten minutes more quietly than she has at any given point over the last year. THREE FULLY GROWN MEN. WITH CANISTERS. If they can enter and exit with less noise than a 150 lb wombat— She's doing it on purpose. End of story. Well, end of that story, Or like two stories but Here's the end of this one. So finally after the dust settles And I hit the gym again Because nothing is a better preworkout Than adrenialine, (Especially when you've already had preworkout) I come back and now I'm extra famished and the Amazon guy came in all that fuss And now I have canola oils So I've been soaking some potato wedges And I decide, “Hey, I got wedges. Let's do that” So I heat the oil, and as I'm heating the oil, I realize… I still have two tortillas. Maybe that was the whole point! I'm being a pussy, making tortilla chips, In the oven, on parchment paper, Like a little bitch! So I'm like “Alright, cool, When these wedges are done, the oil should be the perfect temperature for the tortilla chips To be made the old fashioned way The RIGHT way!” So I wait, I do the wedges, and I drop the tortillas, And I wait for them to get golden brown, I drain the oil, I put them out to cool; I do the dishes while they cool, whatever, I grab the salsa container out of the fridge, I take the bowl into the studio so I can watch YouTube while I enjoy my chips, I plop down, Turn on the you tube I open the salsa container— And it's empty. There's no more salsa. I put the container in the fridge empty. Silly me. “You're a comedian, comedy things happen to you.” Suddenly, as I looked up from my makeshift workspace, where I had been toiling away for hours at seemingly nothing—I realized the world was full of everything I'd ever wanted to fuck; something primal and ancient had been awakening within me and I was left in a dangerous volitile position, drifting somewhere between reckless promiscuity in a sexual escapade—and the pseudo-conservative now-only partially celibate maiden form of fantasy—there wasn't anything I could do but wait inside my tragic box for some unassuming old soul to finally open the gate—and allow whatever devious and fiending hedonistic godbeing —though never fully lying dormant, entrapped and imprisoned in a loveless and sexless prison. You might recognize me. You Know, I was one of the original Kings of comedy. If I put my heart inside a box; Maybe I'd forget how cold it was Or how far you are Or how much it hurts There's no harm in God, If there ever was one Then, reality sets in: God was my only friend No armor on, I'm at the end Or a long, long walk I'm off again And on again Nothing's impossible— stop at the alter and scoff a bit I left my coat on, I left my heart on the rooftop, A sacrifice, love At the alter, I wonder a song, Or a sonnet A song, No, what's wrong? Something off a bit God, I woke up in a coffin once Isn't that awful The rest or the song wrote itself, At the alter No, I can't stop and talk Got to get off, Cause I've never been on I've never belonged in the world I'm breaking down, jim boy Don't you know? That this show blows my mind But it's stuck in my head Don't you know That this show Blows my mind Like a firework But it's still Stuck in my Head The context is that I want you From the mustache Down to your tonsils But I'm Locke inside of a box Every day I feel poorer and poorer The product says something is wrong to me I'm supposed to just stop at the stop sign And look both directions Before crossing over to Comic nights At the salad bar What a cosmic waste of time And an epic waste of space Am I in your internet history I'm dead You surely are in mine, But I'm right behind you I'd be lying for trying to say I'm not binded Clutch bag, Nut-thins Nailed to the cross With the arches doubled over The crossword Above old Missouri Missoula and Arkansas All saw us run out of gas But I probably should just get going You're so drunk that I don't hope you sober up Understand that our little talks Were just buffered By sunrise Or sunset And two more cocktails, Shirley temples and Surely none of this ever even happened I only know you by the misery in my belly. The heartache in my ribcage. The cry I hold in silent I only know you as Remarkable I, House of cards Ace of wands Down to one Card of hades and Spare me the spade I'll be drifting in the outline and ink of it forever It's the Fourth of July and I'm just waiting on an Amazon order for water If that's not freedom I don't k me what is The elevator music Of my ascension The attitude of attraction, Gratitude, it's so unusual Fight to lose, In a room full of fools; The fuse, and the matchbox— Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to There's a lot of ways to get out of a big black duffel bag, You just have to ask, actually But there's only one To get out of the coffin, Or “Box” as they called it, That she was locked up in Futile—amusing— Tunes from a hatchback Keys in the lockbox What you want, From the problem solver? That's enough; Now she's out of the box In just socks, And they laugh at her— But also wonder Where her shoes might have gone to {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Also, why wouldn't I want to let a coyote in my house so I can feed it hot dogs

There was a patriotic parade at the softball fields before the games this past week. And Mary Beth Tucker brought a couple surprises to the concession stand. Send in your questions for the Q & A!Use code POSSUM for 20% off the merch here:https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

"The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to their username in the discord." With so many members of the amazing 70mm podcasts' VHS Village, 70mm Rejected thought it fitting to (re)introduce you to some of your fellow possums and favorite posters. Learn a little more about how they found the 70mm podcast, why they joined the discord and, of course, their top 4 on Letterboxd.This week we sit down and welcome Clarence to the Possum Files. Listen in to hear why some of his films may from the outside in look very curious, but why they are a perfect fit for him ! Also, don't blame him for his audio, the editor biffed it in the recording, but thems' the breaks babe. He still sounds sexy thought right?And, if you're not already a Villager, you can join 70MM's Patreon by clicking the link below.https://www.patreon.com/70mm

Happy 4th of July week! We had a game against Team Sonic. And we had a missin' player. Rusty Tidwell late for a game? Unheard of! Listen to the whole story here!Use code POSSUM at check out for 20% off merch: https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

Charles and Jon talk with wildlife filmmaker and presenter Nigel Marven from his home in the UK.Nigel describes how a childhood fascination with wildlife led to his first job in TV, 'wrangling worms', and from there to working with Sir David Attenborough and ultimately presenting and making his own shows and films.He explains why his films have often put the spotlight onto smaller, less well-known but fascinating mammals including Russian Desmans, Chinese Mole-shrews and Star-nosed Moles. And he describes some of his most memorable mammal encounters from Bactrian Camels in China to swimming with Belugas in the Canadian Arctic.For more information visit www.mammalwatching.com/podcastNotes: Details of Nigel's forthcoming wildlife tours are on his website. You can read more about his trip to Madagascar here.This is the article about the discovery of Leadbeater's Possum in New South Wales that Charles talked about.Jon encouraged listeners to visit mammalwatching.com's Join a Trip page. More details on the two trips he is helping to convene are here:Primates and Porcupines in Northeast Brazil, May 2026Mammalwatching Cruise to Antarctica, January 2027Cover art: Nigel Marven Dr Charles Foley is a mammalwatcher and biologist who, together with his wife Lara, spent 30 years studying elephants in Tanzania. They now run the Tanzania Conservation Research Program at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.Jon Hall set up mammalwatching.com in 2005. Genetically Welsh, spiritually Australian, currently in New York City. He has looked for mammals in over 110 countries.

You never really know what's lurking in the depths of your local lake... do you? Tonight we bring you lake monsters, unexplained disappearances and so much more. Season 19 Episode 22 of Monsters Among Us Podcast, true paranormal stories of ghosts, cryptids, UFOs and more, told by the witnesses themselves. SHOW NOTES: Support the show! Get ad-free, extended & bonus episodes (and more) on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/monstersamonguspodcast Tonight's Sponsor - Upwork - Post a job today, hire an expert freelancer tomorrow! Visit Upwork.com/save to get a $200 credit to put towards your next freelancer. MAU Merch Shop - https://www.monstersamonguspodcast.com/shop MAU Discord - https://discord.gg/2EaBq7f9JQ Watch FREE - Shadows in the Desert: High Strangeness in the Borrego Triangle  - https://www.borregotriangle.com/ Monsters Among Us Junior on Apple Podcasts  - https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/monsters-among-us-junior/id1764989478 Monsters Among Us Junior on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/show/1bh5mWa4lDSqeMMX1mYxDZ?si=9ec6f4f74d61498b Timmy Baterman (Pet Semetery) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_bC8fF6WZE Air Transport International Flight 782 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_Transport_International_Flight_782 Documentary on Air Transport International Flight 782 - https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8wrlh4 Largest fish in Missouri's records caught in Lake of the Ozarks: A 164-pound 'dinosaur -  https://phys.org/news/2024-03-largest-fish-missouri-caught-lake.html   Alligator spotted at Wappapello Lake killed - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sktze8gbX24   Alligator Found in Southeast Missouri, Second Time Within a Year -  https://shorturl.at/iclpG    Sinkhole Sam - https://cryptidz.fandom.com/wiki/The_Legend_of_Sinkhole_Sam Sinkhole Sam Newspaper Article - https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/cryptidz/images/5/5f/Sinkhole_sam_article_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20220326223743 BFRO Report - https://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=63367 Proof of Bigfoot in KC - https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=590321556358343 Ernest's Location - https://maps.app.goo.gl/DpDbm7uf6fxcWjVT9 BFRO Report Location - https://maps.app.goo.gl/PWFm5Q8bP3CgHZL57 Where did Lillian Carney go? - https://paranormal-world.fandom.com/wiki/Where_Did_Lillian_Carney_Go%3F   Indiana Pitts Mt Shasta disappearance - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe0xxcq0R3k&t=285s Music from tonight's episode: Music by Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse - https://www.youtube.com/c/IronCthulhuApocalypse CO.AG Music - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcavSftXHgxLBWwLDm_bNvA Music by White Bat Audio - https://www.youtube.com/@WhiteBatAudio White Bat Audio Songs: Ambush Crypt Dweller The Void is Calling Memories of a Murder Slave to the Grind

You ain't gonna believe the summer party that broke out at the lake this week. Lots of water! And our softball game? Well, somethin' else broke out that affected the game. Use code POSSUM for 20% off merch here: https://www.rockcityoutfitters.com/collections/tavin-dillardText me: 501-322-6249Email: tavindillard@gmail.com

The Leadbeater's Possum can fit in the palm of your hand, and it has been presumed extinct twice. Now a new population has been discovered in New South Wales, and the race is on to protect it.

"The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to their username in the discord." With so many members of the amazing 70mm podcasts' VHS Village, 70mm Rejected thought it fitting to (re)introduce you to some of your fellow possums and favorite posters. Learn a little more about how they found the 70mm podcast, why they joined the discord and, of course, their top 4 on Letterboxd.This week we sit down and welcome Thomas to the Possum Files. Listen in to hear about his love of photography and more!And don't forget to check out some of his amazing writing on his Substack HEREAnd, if you're not already a Villager, you can join 70MM's Patreon by clicking the link below.https://www.patreon.com/70mm

Country Classics and ObscuritiesWe dust off forgotten gems and revisit timeless tunes from country music's rich history. Today, we're taking a spin through a mix of tracks, from legendary voices to lesser-known artists, all released on a variety of labels.We kick things off with the iconic George Jones and his track "Don't Think I Don't" on Musicor. You can always count on Possum for a classic country lament. Following that, we've got Lois Williams with "You Low Down Son Of A Gun" on Starday – a title that promises some feisty country storytelling! And from Columbia, it's Carl Smith telling us to "Pull My String And Wind Me Up."Shifting gears slightly, we find Tiny Cochart with "Turn Back The Years" on Sara, and a fantastic duet from Kitty Wells & Webb Pierce on Decca with "When I'm With You."Moving into our next set of tunes, we've got Eddie McDuff showing off his "Ace Card Up" on TNT, followed by Tony Douglas exploring loneliness on Paula with "Driven By Loneliness." Bill Wesley brings us "So Sure Of You" from the Great label, and the legendary Warren Smith offers up "Big City Ways" on Liberty. Rounding out this segment is Kenny Valeck with "Happy Go Lucky" on KSS.Our journey continues with a truly unique title from Johnny Bond: "Hot Rod Surfin Hootlebeatnanny" on Starday. You know we love a good novelty song here! Then, Bobby Austin reminds us that "Some Of Us Never Learn" on Capitol. We've also got Randy Wade with "Walk Out Backwards" on Busch Country, and Gene Allen revealing a "Secret Love Affair" on Tokalon. And for a truly evocative title, we have Cousin Bob Nicholson with "I Saw The Gold In The Moon Turn To Gray" on Music Mill.Finally, we wrap up with some more familiar names and powerful themes. The smooth voice of Eddy Arnold brings us "A Little Heartache" on RCA Victor. Carl Butler delivers a classic country sentiment with "I Know What It Means To Be Lonesome" on Columbia. Faron Young shares "Some Of Your Memories" on Mercury, and Bobby Barnett proclaims "There's Nothing Like A Woman" on Bannister. We close out our set with Charlie Gore and the poignant "All My Love Up And Died" on King. We hope you enjoyed this deep dive. Join us next time for more honky-tonk treasures!George Jones - Don't Think I Don't ( Musicor )Lois Williams - You Low Down Son Of A Gun ( Starday )Carl Smith - Pull My String And Wind Me Up ( Columbia )Tiny Cochart - Turn Back The Years ( Sara )Kitty Wells & Webb Pierce - When I'm With You ( Decca )Eddie McDuff - Ace Card Up ( TNT )Tony Douglas - Driven By Loneliness ( Paula )Bill Wesley - So Sure Of You ( Great )Warren Smith - Big City Ways ( Liberty )Kenny Valeck - Happy Go Lucky ( KSS )Johnny Bond - Hot Rod Surfin Hootlebeatnanny ( Starday )Bobby Austin - Some Of Us Never Learn ( Capitol )Randy Wade - Walk Out Backwards ( Busch Country )Gene Allen - Secret Love Affair ( Tokalon )Cousin Bob Nicholson - I Saw The Gold In The Moon Turn To Gray ( Music Mill )Eddy Arnold - A Little Heartache ( RCA Victor )Carl Butler - I Know What It Means To Be Lonesome ( Columbia )Faron Young - Some Of Your Memories ( Mercury )Bobby Barnett - There's Nothing Like A Woman ( Bannister )Charlie Gore - All My Love Up And Died ( King )Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/thehonkytonkjukebox/exclusive-content

Damage in the garden can strike at any time. Serious leaf damage (chewing and molesting of foliage all the way down the branches of a tree or shrub) is not something that small birds tend to do. At ground level you can rightly guess that sparrows and quail are the possible delinquents, but when it really looks like full-on destruction you will need to do a bit of research: Large bites in leaves: classic possum damage! Skeletonised Pohutukawa was bringing the trees to extinction – Project Crimson was the organisation that started the rescue mission. Possums work on their local, favourite tree in the neighbourhood – constant chewing puts trees under pressure to make more leaves, often with an increased amount of sugar – Yum! Bark damage is easy to spot: big scratches up and down the tree. Possum poo (1-1.5 cm in length) is often found under the tree – a dead give-away! But the most ridiculous damage in your garden is possum chewing on fruit, especially citrus. It's often like the possum helps you to peel the fruit – it only seems to like that peel and doesn't often touch the fruit, unless it is very sweet and ripe. Possums are rather destructive eaters. They eat a decent number of different trees – their favourites are Pohutukawa, Totara, Kohekohe, and Tawa, and their feeding habits literally have an impact on the make-up of our forests. That means that our forests are often changed in composition, which in turn could have an impact on the sequestering of carbon. All possums in New Zealand together eat about 21,000 tonnes of vegetable material – almost equivalent to the weight of the Sky tower! They also eat birds, and the eggs in their nest, and many larger insect species. At night, possums roam their territory. They are not always easy to find, as they are rather sneaky when going from tree to garden. We used to have them in the city of Auckland and many people simply didn't believe they would have them in densely populated areas. But even on quiet nights, possums can be heard making their special noises: growling, hissing, and screeching. Possum control is best attempted with the good old “Possum Trap”, also known as the Timms Trap. There are also the newer models of re-setting traps. Cam Speedy is a brilliant trapper and his best lure for possums is the following mixture: Make a “blaze” with flour (1 kg) and icing sugar (100 gr), plus 15 ml of cinnamon, peach, eucalyptus, or vanilla essence. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Possum! Wow.   Pedaphile, kidnapper, abused child and multiple attempts at killing a fucking puppet.   Enough said..   Join Ciaran and Trevor as they argue why this sucks. Trevor feels this is better than any Mission Impossible film!   Enjoy!   #SeanHarris #MatthewHolness #AlunArmstrong

SUMMARY: Roaming artist F. Andrew Taylor stops by to talk about Christmapus, re-learning Photoshop, and his traveling sketchbook filled with old Geek Shock characters. Other topics include the future of The Churn, Bane's ethnic origin in the DC canon, Matt explaining to the kids what a "Brown Star" is, and is it the end of Alternate Realities Sports Fan Paul? Plus a Scoopardy.

This week, Claire shares the great news that the critically endangered Leadbeater's possum, which is Victoria's faunal emblem, has been found living in NSW; and Chris explains the risks of sleep apnoea, and how the social media trend of mouth taping probably doesn't help.

Renee Cizel & Giorgia Rossi from Possum Play, sellers of the play sofa that transforms into 100s of different configurations! Founded in 2021 they now sell internationally via their 3 country specific Shopify stores, with 40,000 happy families loving the product already. Hit PLAY to hear:

Episode 211 from December 6, 2024Fluency is a crucial aspect of reading. It involves automaticity and the ability to connect different aspects of word knowledge.In this episode, Maryanne Wolf and Melissa Orkin discuss:the importance of fluency in readingthe factors that contribute to fluent readingthe need for an integrative approach to fluency instruction the POSSUM approach to building word knowledgeBig Takeaway: Fluency is essential for comprehension and has social-emotional implications for struggling readers. The POSSUM approach can help students make the needed connections to be able to read fluently. Want to Learn More? The More You Know: How Teaching Multiple Aspects of Word KnowledgeBuilds Fluency Skills by Melissa Orkin, Kirk Vanacore, Laura Rhinehart,Rebecca Gotlieb, and Maryanne WolfBuilding Fluency with POSSUMDownloadable lessons featuring the POSSUM approach:Grades K-2Grades 3-5Practice Doesn't Make Perfect: Repeated Reading Is No More Effective Than Continuous Reading for Improving Fluency and Comprehension in School-Age Struggling Readers by Elizabeth S. NortonRAN and the reading brain with Elizabeth Norton (youtube video)Word Finder wordfinder.yourdictionary.com - find words with similar patterns!Crafting Minds Group NIDO Learning We answer your questions about teaching reading in The Literacy 50-A Q&A Handbook for Teachers: Real-World Answers to Questions About Reading That Keep You Up at Night.Grab free resources and episode alerts! Sign up for our email list at literacypodcast.com.Join our community on Facebook, and follow us on Instagram, Facebook, & Twitter.

"The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to their username in the discord." With so many members of the amazing 70mm podcasts' VHS Village, 70mm Rejected thought it fitting to (re)introduce you to some of your fellow possums and favorite posters. Learn a little more about how they found the 70mm podcast, why they joined the discord and, of course, their top 4 on Letterboxd.This week we sit down and welcome Grace to the Possum Files. Listen in to hear about his love of photography and more!And, if you're not already a Villager, you can join 70MM's Patreon by clicking the link below.https://www.patreon.com/70mm

Download Episode 1043 – Buckle up because we’ve got a massive episode packed with an interview, a guest for news, and a bunch of reviews!The show kicks off with Bri Galgano, Jacob Garner, and Aki on hand to welcome game development duo Pavel Lara and his brother Paulo Lara of Galla Games to the show to chat about their new release Kulebra and the Souls of Limbo, a gorgeous time based puzzle adventure out now on Xbox Game Pass! We chat about the origins of the game, the gorgeous art style, the time mechanics, working with Fellow Traveller and getting signed to Game Pass, and tons more!After a quick break, we return with guest and good friend Ryan Niemiller joining the show to hang out and chat about news with us as well! We talk about Ryan’s latest game acquisitions, travels, and tons more before moving into the news including the latest PlayStation Plus game catalog additions, more Microsoft layoffs, delays, shutdowns, and Jade Raymond already leaving the PlayStation studio she founded. Plus reviews!0:00 - Intro/Kulebra chat50:47 - Ryan Niemiller/News1:36:25 - Revenge of the Savage Planet - Raccoon Logic Studios (Aki & Bri)1:50:00 - Oppidum - EP Games (Bri)2:01:31 - Empyreal - Silent Games, Secret Mode (Aki)2:16:18 - Sir Whoopass - Atomic Elbow, Aurora Punks (Jacob)2:22:36 - Clash: Robot Detective - Alyssa Genereau/Drone Garden Studios, Penguin Pop Games (Bri & Jacob)2:28:28 - Possum is Hungry - Synnergy Circle Games (Bri)2:31:31 - What comes after - fahmitsu, Rolling Glory Jam, Flynn’s Arcade (Jacob)The show ends with a track from Jan van Valburg off of the PMM: Squaredance album!2:36:38 - Jan van Valburg - Soulless Village (Final Fantasy IX)https://kulebra.com/https://gallagames.com/https://www.fellowtraveller.games/https://www.raccoonlogic.com/https://www.epgames.gg/https://www.silentgames-studio.com/https://wearesecretmode.com/https://atomicelbow.com/https://www.aurorapunks.com/https://bsky.app/profile/dronegardenstudios.bsky.socialhttps://www.penguinpop.com/https://www.synnergycirclegames.com/https://www.flynnsarcades.com/https://ocremix.org/https://www.keymailer.co/https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-sml-podcast/id826998112https://open.spotify.com/show/6KQpzHeLsoyVy6Ln2ebNwKhttps://terraplayer.com/shows/the-sml-podcasthttps://bsky.app/profile/thesmlpodcast.comhttps://www.facebook.com/theSMLpodcast/https://thesmlpodcast-shop.fourthwall.com/ALL REVIEWED GAMES HAVE BEEN PROVIDED FOR FREE FOR THE PURPOSE OF ANY COVERAGE ON THE SHOW

We say a lot... it takes some time to get there but we get there.

What would you do if you came home to find a naked man asleep in your bed, your kitchen ransacked, and your ice cream sandwiches gone?That's exactly what happened to LA sportswriter Michael Duarte—and in this jaw-dropping, laugh-out-loud episode of The Ben and Skin Show, your favorite crew—Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray breaks down one of the most bizarre and hilarious news stories you'll ever hear.A homeless man breaks into Duarte's home, eats all his ice cream sandwiches, microwaves a box of Beyond Meat burgers, chews an entire pack of gum (60 pieces!), and then… kills a possum with a statue. Yes, really.The crew can't stop laughing at the absurdity as the statue-wielding intruder's possum attack leads to one of the funniest lines of the episode: “Get over here, possum!”The team debates the intruder's meal order. “If you're gonna be naked in a guy's bed, you probably have dessert before your main course.”While the story is outrageous, the crew also touches on the growing homelessness crisis and its impact on neighborhoods.

In the tiny Texas town of Possum Trot, a miracle transformed the lives of 77 foster children! On today's edition of Family Talk, the Hon. Michele Bachmann continues her conversation with Bishop W.C. and Donna Martin. They share how God inspired 22 families in their rural congregation to open their homes and hearts to children in need. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/707/29

Could you use a short refresher about what I mean when I say your child's "owl brain flew away"? Or do yoRu know someone who is willing to listen to a short explanation of how you're approaching your child's baffling behaviors?In this episode, I revisit - briefly- what behavior really is and the owl, watchdog, and possum brain metaphor. I explain why it's such a helpful way to understand your child's baffling behaviors. I also talk about what actually helps those protective brains calm down so the owl can return.In this episode, you'll learn:What the owl, watchdog, and possum brains really represent in your child's behavior.How to recognize which brain state is in charge.Why our goal isn't to fix the behavior but to offer regulation, connection, and safety.Resources mentioned in this podcast:Focus on the Nervous System to Change Behavior {EP 84}Webinar and eBook - Focus on the Nervous SystemSTART HERE podcastRaising Kids with Big, Baffling BehaviorsAll Behavior Makes Sense infographicOwl, Watchdog, Possum fridge sheet packetRead the full transcript at: RobynGobbel.com/brainbasedunderstanding::::HUGE announcement! The Baffling Behavior Training Institute's {NEW!} is now accepting applications for the 2026 cohorts of the Professional Training Program (formerly Being With). In 2026 we will have a second cohort that meets in the evening, eastern time- which is the morning in Asia and Australia!You must be on the waiting list to apply! RobynGobbel.com/Immersion Join me for Presence in Practice- an experiential retreat style workshop for professionals into the neurobiology of how change happens. July 14-16 in Rockford, MI (just north of Grand Rapids) RobynGobbel.com/PresenceinPracticeSave $50 if you register by June 20!::: :::Grab a copy of my book Raising Kids with Big, Baffling Behaviors robyngobbel.com/bookJoin us in The Club for more support! robyngobbel.com/TheClubApply for the Baffling Behavior Training Institute's Professional Immersion Program (formerly Being With) robyngobbel.com/ImmersionFollow Me On:FacebookInstagram Over on my website you can find:Webinar and eBook on Focus on the Nervous System to Change Behavior (FREE)eBook on The Brilliance of Attachment (FREE)LOTS & LOTS of FREE ResourcesOngoing support, connection, and co-regulation for struggling parents: The ClubYear-Long Immersive & Holistic Training Program for Parenting Professionals: The Baffling Behavior Training Institute's (BBTI) Professional Immersion Program (formerly Being With)

What happens when faith meets the foster care crisis? On today's edition of Family Talk, the Hon. Michele Bachmann welcomes Bishop W.C. and Donna Martin. They share how their small congregation in Possum Trot, Texas expanded its population by 10% because of families opening their hearts and homes to foster children. Don't miss this inspiring story of faith in action—now featured in the film Sound of Hope. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/707/29

Tell your smart speaker to "Play One Oh Three One Austin"

"The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to their username in the discord." With so many members of the amazing 70mm podcasts' VHS Village, 70mm Rejected thought it fitting to (re)introduce you to some of your fellow possums and favorite posters. Learn a little more about how they found the 70mm podcast, why they joined the discord and, of course, their top 4 on Letterboxd.This week we sit down with another double Possum Files episode and let Josh and returning host Graboid chat about their faves.And, if you're not already a Villager, you can join 70MM's Patreon by clicking the link below.https://www.patreon.com/70mm

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After a lot of shoutouts, we finally got Jarrett Morgan from Possum Solutions on the podcast! Jarrett shares his story of how a hobby in machining went way off the rails - starting from working as a film camera operator to opening his own one-man CNC shop, making custom camera gear.We talk about how he taught himself machining during the pandemic, what it's like learning everything the hard way, and how he's adding automation (and a robot!) to help run his shop solo.If you've ever wondered what happens when a hobby gets a little too serious, you'll love this one.Find Jarrett on Instagram here: @possumsolutions

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Well this episode is a few weeks old but , as happens in life, things got hectic. There is a you Tube version of this episode available at 'The Cigar Box Guitar Builder' You Tube channel.  Geoff can be reached via his You Tube channel where he teaches how to play popular songs on 3 string box guitars. He is building a fantastic following and has a great catalogue of songs to learn. A HUGE thank you to all those people who are continuing to support the audio podcast. It's something I started in 2016 and I am having a ball working with Darren, Joe and Jesse to bring you a steady flow of CBG info and interview great builders.  Thank you as well to all those builders who have been supporting the show by telling their friends and using the affiliate link which helps us out immensely and allows me to keep it going! You can use the attached affiliate link to receive 10% off the price of your first 3 orders with CBGitty. https://www.cbgitty.com/?ref=birdwood Joe Oltean from CLUTCH CREATIONS and Jesse Thomas from HUMMINGBIRD GUITARS can be found on our group and you can see what I've been building at www.birdwoodguitars.com Thanks Adam Harrison

In this insightful episode, Lisa Dion is joined by the incredible Robyn Gobbel, MSW, to talk about a topic that has never been covered before on this podcast but is crucial for clinicians working with kids: teaching children about the brain. Robyn, a true brain enthusiast, has a new book out titled Raising Kids with Big Baffling Behaviors: Brain-Body-Sensory Strategies that Really Work! This powerful resource blends relational neuroscience with practical tools and applications, making it the ultimate guide for parents who want to understand and transform their children's challenging behaviors into safety and connection. After listening to this episode, you'll want to grab a copy of Robyn's book—you'll be hooked! This episode is packed with fun and engaging insights on how we, as clinicians, can introduce kids to their brains and how this can empower them to understand themselves in a deeper way. In this episode, you'll hear:

Welcome back to the Rick's Rambles Podcast! This week, we're diving into some fascinating facts about one of America's most misunderstood wildlife species—the possum! These resilient little creatures have some surprising traits, and we'll uncover the truth behind their reputation. In our good news story, spring is in the air, and with it comes a season of renewal! I'll be sharing five simple, actionable tips to help you embrace the circle of life and make the most of this refreshing time of year. Next up, in our Story Behind the Song segment, we're talking about "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman." Made famous by the legendary Aretha Franklin, do you know who actually wrote this hit? You'll find out! And, as always, we'll wrap up with the quirky and fun holidays of the week—because who doesn't love a reason to celebrate? Don't forget to subscribe, share, and leave a review if you enjoy the podcast! Thanks for rambling with me.

John is joined by former Secretary of Labor Robert Reich to discuss Donald Trump's joint address to Congress and his already beleaguered economic agenda. Reich argues that Trump's speech was most striking for its lack of focus on the concerns (notably, the high cost of living) most responsible for his reelection; his administration's policies (including but not limited to stiff tariffs on foreign goods) are bound to exacerbate those concerns; the worst fears of Wall Street—that America is headed for a bout of stagflation—are likely to prove prescient; and Elon Musk's desire to mess with Social Security is a political disaster in the making for the White House and the GOP. Reich also addresses James Carville's advice that Democrats play dead and let Trump 2.0 self-destruct: “It's bullshit.” 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

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