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t.fitzgerald has joined the chat. Our mods discuss the offensive outburst of Tyler Fitzgerald as they break down the first 3 games of the Phillies series. Then it's a lightning round! Is the starting rotation OK? Is Randy Rodriguez's arm going to fall off? Is Ben getting a new tattoo? Has anyone seen Luis Matos, Christian Koss or Sam Huff? All that and of course a Wilmer Flores fact. See you inside.Our new cocktail podcast, The Perfect Sip, is on hiatus but new episodes are in production. (Yeah, it's taking a long time ... life, you know?) If you haven't listened yet, you can catch up here: https://the-perfect-sip.captivate.fm/listenSpeaking of cocktails, today Matthew is drinking a Bailey Sour while Ben is drinking a Rusty Banana. Recipes below.Bailey Sour1 1/2 oz Fireball Whiskey1/2 oz Bourbon3/4 oz Lemon Juice1/2 oz Cinnamon Simple Syrup1 Dash Orange BittersOptional: Egg WhiteAdd all ingredients to a cocktail shaker. If using the egg white, shake all of the ingredients without ice for 10 seconds. Add ice and then shake for another 10 seconds. Double strain into a chilled coupe glass. Garnish with a cinnamon stick.Rusty Banana1 oz Stiggin's Fancy Pineapple1 oz Rye Whiskey1 oz Banana LiqueurCombine all three ingredients in a mixing glass with ice. Stir until well chilled. Strain into a rocks glass with fresh ice. Garnish it with a banana peel or something more appropriate. Pineapple probably.Oh, it's called a Rusty Banana because it's a riff on the Rusty Nail. Ben forgot to say that in the show.
Our recurring guest host, "The Rusty Nail" joined us to chat about Robots. I am so impressed by Rusty's incites on this subject, it was a truly great re-look at this topic.
Presentato alla 74^Berlinale, che ha conferito a Sebastian Stan (Edward) l'Orso d'Argento alla miglior interpretazione protagonista, “A Different Man” di Aaron Schimberg, al cinema in Italia dal 20 marzo, è un film estremamente coraggioso e arguto che porta sullo schermo il ribaltamento dei più classici schemi favolistici. Edward è un giovane attore dal volto sfigurato per via di una rarissima malattia, la neurofibromatosi. Decide di sottoporsi a un trattamento sperimentale, che contro ogni previsione lo guarisce. Molte cose cambiano nella sua vita, eppure tutto rimane inquietantemente uguale… anzi il suo nuovo volto da sogno si trasforma in un vero e proprio incubo.In costante bilico tra ironia grottesca, body horror e brillante commedia newyorkese, “A Different Man” restituisce un ritratto disturbante e disorientante della società contemporanea e dell'essere umano che la popola: il culto dell'immagine e la costante ossessione dell'apparire, con la convinzione di migliorare la propria vita attraverso il cambiamento estetico.Aaron Schimberg è estremamente astuto e mette in piedi questa critica sociale attraverso gli occhi di un uomo affetto da una grave e rara malattia: il suo desiderio di una nuova vita, si scontra con i limiti del proprio carattere e della propria personalità. Edward e lo spettatore si ritrovano inermi di fronte allo specchio di ciò che sarebbero potuti essere. Un sogno in frantumi, un incubo pirandelliano.
The Rusty Nail is basically just Scotch and Drambuie, stirred over ice — no citrus, no dilution debates, no garnish wars. And yet, this two-ingredient classic has a history as layered as the whisky it's built on. Here to explore it with us is Jordan Valls, bar manager at Palomar in Portland, Oregon. Listen on (or read below) to discover Jordan's Rusty Nail recipe — and don't forget to like, review, and subscribe! Jordan Valls' Rusty Nail Recipe Ingredients - ¼ ounce Drambuie - ½ ounce papaya cordial - ½ ounce Cutty Sark Prohibition - 1 ½ ounce Johnnie Walker Red Label - 4 dashes Angostura cocoa bitters - Garnish: orange coin Directions 1. Add all of the ingredients to a mixing glass with ice. 2. Stir to combine and strain into a rocks glass over a large cube of ice. 3. Garnish with an orange coin.
Send us a textThis week on Jams 'N' Cocktails, host Brad Brock takes listeners on a journey through music history with a twist—legendary artists and their favorite cocktails! From Frank Sinatra's Rusty Nail to The Rolling Stones' Tequila Sunrise, Brad explores the drinks that fueled some of music's biggest icons.Listeners can expect a mix of storytelling, live music, and hands-on cocktail crafting, as Brad shakes things up behind the bar, testing out these classic concoctions. Plus, he plays a round of "Name That Tune", covers the latest entertainment headlines in The Jordy Files, and delivers a special live performance featuring classic hits.Whether tuning in for the music, the cocktails, or just the fun banter, this episode is packed with great vibes and even better drinks!LinksJNC Officialhttps://www.jncpodcast.comSupport us on Patreonhttps://www.patreon.com/jncpodcast
This week on Jams 'N' Cocktails, host Brad Brock takes listeners on a journey through music history with a twist—legendary artists and their favorite cocktails! From Frank Sinatra's Rusty Nail to The Rolling Stones' Tequila Sunrise, Brad explores the drinks that fueled some of music's biggest icons.Listeners can expect a mix of storytelling, live music, and hands-on cocktail crafting, as Brad shakes things up behind the bar, testing out these classic concoctions. Plus, he plays a round of "Name That Tune", covers the latest entertainment headlines in The Jordy Files, and delivers a special live performance featuring classic hits.Whether tuning in for the music, the cocktails, or just the fun banter, this episode is packed with great vibes and even better drinks!LinksJNC Officialhttps://www.jncpodcast.comSupport us on Patreonhttps://www.patreon.com/jncpodcast
Adam, Joanna, and Zach discuss some takeaways from the recent Elijah Craig Old Fashioned Competition, including the relative merits of cocktails made from vintage spirits, and the somewhat surprising fact that the Old Fashioned is the clear bourbon cocktail of choice for Millennials and Gen Z. Please remember to subscribe to, rate, and review VinePair on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your episodes, and send any questions, comments, critiques, or suggestions to podcast@vinepair.com. Thanks for listening, and be well.Joanna is drinking: 1970s Rusty Nail at SEVENAdam is drinking: Antique Negroni at SEVEN Zach is drinking: Kiona Vineyards LembergerInstagram: @adamteeter, @jcsciarrino, @zgeballe, @vinepair Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
It was all they had. A spoon and a rusty nail. But for the young Uyghur men trapped in a cell, it meant… escape. Thank you, Hashim, for sharing your story with us.This episode was reported in partnership with Coda Story.Reported by Isobel Cockerell of Coda Story. Produced by Isobel Cockerell and John Fecile. Original score by Renzo Gorrio. English translation for Hashim by Ezra. Artwork by Teo Ducot.Season 16 - Episode 5 Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices
In the 5th century, a shipmaster was suffering from a nasty infection that caused his jaws to press together, his teeth to lock up, and the muscles in his neck and spine to spasm. Today we know this account to be one of the first recorded cases of tetanus. So, what causes this peculiar infection? Louise Thwaites explores how tetanus affects our bodies, and how we can prevent it. This lesson was directed by Andrew Foerster, Rewfoe, narrated by Pen-Pen Chen and the music is by Jason Stamatyades. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Joy Ride 2? Never heard of it. Rusty Nail? I mean... kinda? But don't you worry; we have NASCAR strapped and ready to go. Speed cars dude. Garage bros. Striped skimpy outfits. Woo.NEXT EPISODE ➟ some lifetime moviePATREON (BONUS EPISODES, VIDEO CONTENT, AND MORE!) ➟ https://patreon.com/screampodcastSCREAM! SOCIALS: Instagram ➟ https://z-p42.www.instagram.com/screampodcast/ Facebook ➟ https://www.facebook.com/thescreampod/?ref=py_cSCREAMPODCAST@YAHOO.COMHORROR SOUP SOCIALS: Instagram ➟ https://www.instagram.com/horrorsoup/?hl=enYOUTUBE ➟ https://www.youtube.com/c/HorrorSoupLETTERBOXD (MOVIE REVIEW APP) ➟ https://letterboxd.com/horrorsoupcaleb/~Music Credits~ETHAN HURT – WWW.ETHANHURT.COMKYLE HERMAN - @iamkyleherman on InstagramSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
Drinking beers, the guys share stories of watching storms on weather apps for possible watering relief. Surrounded by the sounds of a hot summer's cicadas, Hugh and Jarryd go into an in-depth exploration of Australian bonsai as a greater understanding of cultural representation. With ceramics, compositions, artistic styles, and an epic history lesson side-quest, they probe a deeper understanding of the art form of their country.
Living the nightmare; hungering for a normal life. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “If your heart starts the fight, you can lose without regret.” (Thursday Night) It was well past the descent of Night's veil when the Havenstone jet landed outside of New York City. Naomi and team gathered us up and led us to the main building downtown. An unlooked for conflict developed. Naomi's team was there to present me to Hayden. Rachel's team was still focused on securing my wellbeing and they didn't like the attitude Naomi's squad was giving off. With Buffy (Helena was in a different car), there was no concealing Rachel's hostility toward the latest group of SD ladies. The new group was treating me like a 'package', not a Head of House, and that infuriated my First too. All of that ill-will simmered as we made our way to Havenstone. The situation was compounded by the elevator ride. Naomi, her team, Buffy, Rachel and I went into the first elevator. By the time we made it to the top few floors, it was clear that the rest were not immediately following along. The situation ratcheted up to nasty when Naomi demanded Buffy's firearm. Buffy looked ready to use it. "Buffy; gun," I held out my hand, palm up. Buffy reluctantly handed it over. I walked over to the nearest trash can, dropped out the clip, chambered out the first round then dumped the entirety into the trash receptacle. "If they touched it, the weapon would be fouled and not fit for a true Amazon," I explained to Buffy. "Best to save your noble tool the indignity and dispense with it instead." Buffy snorted with amusement, Naomi's crew pretended not to care while Rachel was deeply disturbed. It took a perfunctory gesture to stop Buffy outside Hayden's office. In I went to face Hayden, Katrina, Saint Marie and Troika of House Šauška alone. Šauška was the 'sister goddess' of Ishara; together they formed Ishtar in later incarnations. I didn't believe Troika was here for any sister solidarity this time around. "Why did you do this? Start a war; is this your hatred of Amazon culture shining through, trying to get us all killed in some global struggle against the other Secret Societies?" Hayden opened up with in an even tone. "No," I kept it succinct. They waited for more of an explanation. "Do you have anything you can say to defend your actions?" Troika glared. "I don't need to defend my actions," I regarded her as if she was of alien origin. "The actions speak for themselves." "Why don't you explain it to us, Ishara?" Saint Marie rumbled. Insulted yet again. As an equal, I warranted the use of my first name. "Do I have your permission to fully and completely lay out my reasoning without everyone closing in like a pack of hyenas on a leopard?" I looked to Hayden; not happy. She gave a curt nod. It wasn't like running away would get me far. "I will speak slowly because all of you appear to have become incredibly stupid," I started. "My parent and carrier of my Amazon ancestor's genetic heritage was murdered. The leader of the Amazon Security Detail identified herself, Then they were fired upon. Somehow you do not see those actions as Casus Belli. [cause for war] There are three possible reasons for your blindness: you are all cowards who bully behind closed doors, but fold up like gutless wonders when a true challenge presents itself. Or, the male penis renders you incapable of intelligent thought and induces irrational and unsustainable hostile deductions in your though processes. Or, you want me and the line of Ishara dead and are willing to accept any accident of fate that will render us so," I laid things out for them. "Or, you were in pain over your father's loss and used Havenstone as a tool to lash out at your perceived foes without concern for what price the other houses would have to pay for your personal vendetta," Hayden suggested. "Your gender bias is appalling, High Priestess Saint James," I shook my head. "Have I been such an out of control, emotional male that yours is the logical assumption for how events unfolded?" I smirked. "Except for the meeting where I learned your secret; only Katrina caught that. I've risked death three times for Amazons; yet I hate all of you enough to kill those people and myself. Besides, Saint James, your opinion has been rendered irrelevant." "You will call me Hayden," Hayden simmered. "I will when you and your lackeys get around to calling me Cáel," I countered. "I don't like being insulted any more than you do. I could keep up this childishness forever, but, as I was pointing out, we don't have forever. War is coming. Between my father's murder and my threats to the Condotteiri and Seven Pillars' emissaries, I've guaranteed that. Apologizing won't do any good. They won't believe you. Offering me up won't do any good. They think you hold male life to be worthless; the truth of which I am personally witnessing here and now. They are coming for you no matter what you wish. The best chance for an alliance rests with me. I can establish truly good will with the Nine Clans, Illuminati and the Earth and Sky. Without me, they don't trust you enough to do any good. I'm sure only Katrina believes this; I did all that alliance-building for Havenstone. I am House Ishara and the fate of the Amazons is my fate. Yet here I am, being insulted, being treated like a traitor; an infantile traitor at that, and being informed you will not honor your oaths and obligations to me," I shook my head. "Are there any other issues to discuss, or can I go home now? I'm beat." "You will be housed downstairs for your own safety," Hayden informed me. "Unless you arrest me, I'm going home," I shrugged. "Not only do I not want your protection, I have ceased to trust you. You do not treat me like a sister. Instead you accuse me of atrocities against MY people and layer on the petty insults. Goodnight." I made to leave so Saint Marie interposed herself. "That wasn't a request, Ishara," Hayden murmured with menace. "Beat me up," I chuckled, "and you will be more screwed than you know." The Golden Mare and I locked gazes. I tried to move around her so she put a hand on my chest. "Welcome to the consequences of being known liars and bigots, ladies." "I am tiring of your insolence," Saint Marie growled. "Runners'," Katrina sighed with melancholy amusement. "What about them?" Troika mocked. "The majority of the 'Runners' aren't going to see this as the Council punishing Cáel for starting the upcoming conflict," Katrina chided her cohorts. "They are going to see the Full-blooded shutting down the Only House letting them in. Going to war? They are willing to fight and die for our cause. They assume we are too," Katrina regaled her unwilling audience. "Pleased with yourself, Ish; Cáel," Hayden's eyes narrowed. "He has almost nothing to do with it, Sisters," Katrina chortled. "We were the ones who promised to let the 'Runners' join the houses then reneged on that promise. The worst you can say about Cáel was that only after we picked out, loaded and handed him the gun, did he use it for what it was intended for." "We are not punishing him for this 'Runner' insult," Troika spat. She meant my 'hasty' inductions. "Then why are we punishing him; and thank you for making Cáel's point for him; 'Runner' insult indeed. Since your disgraceful attitude is overwhelmingly common, the 'Runners' are not going to believe your excuse for dealing with Cáel." "Katrina," Hayden cautioned. "Hayden, as your 'First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death', I am required to give you this news," Katrina bowed her head in reverence. "I tell you Cáel's actions have been a lightning rod for the 'Runners'. He gives them hope where there was none. Putting Cáel down will have repercussions you do not understand. They will then 'Know' for a certainty we look down on them and treat them little better than slaves; which is the truth," Katrina responded to the others. "Not only are we going to war, we are successfully convincing half our population that they Cannot trust the Council to spend their lives wisely." "How dare you?" Saint Marie seethed at me. "Are you seriously blaming me for keeping the oaths the rest of you made in my name; while Ishara was dead to the Council?" I laughed. "The 'Runners' are your idea, Saint Marie, not mine. You promised to bring them into the Houses ; and didn't. You lied and I chose to not perpetuate that lie, thus honoring my ancestors, my founder and my Goddess." "Do I need to remind you who Ishara is? The Goddess of Oaths; particularly military oaths," I added. "In case you missed it, I am implying that you have failed your ancestors;” and I went flying. Damn, Saint Marie was fast. I rolled as best as I could, ending bumping into Hayden's desk. No one said a word which I found tragically consistent. My follow-up pain wasn't 'Mare' induced. Spiritual flames consumed me internal organs, causing me to cry out in torment and vomit copious amounts of something. I was cradled inside a horror film as first my esophagus, then stomach and finally my intestines seemed to flush forth from my lips. The stench was beyond horrid; putrid and corrupt combined with the atrocious odor of bloated flesh left to rot in the Sun for weeks. Considering the minimal amount I had eaten on the flight home, I was even more baffled by what felt like 100 liter quantity of discharge. When the ordeal eventually ended, I half-rose then flopped backwards into darkness. I hurt. I hurt in the same way you have 'pins and needles', except mine were industrial capacity and giving it 110%. My head was resting at a slight incline and someone was flipping a lock of my bangs on and off my forehead. I opened my eyes into infinity; seriously worse agony consumed my brain pan. "That is too much for you to know, Cáel," she murmured. Those eyes had been feminine, just not in a human way and definitely filled with more joy and suffering than could be granted by a thousand lifetimes. The pain faded, so I tried the whole eye thing again. At the top of the lap that cradled my head was a really nice pair of boobs clothed in thin wool; lush, mature, yet firm like a young virgin's. "Thank you," she lilted. Mind-reading? "Do I want to know what has happened to me?" I groaned. I reached for a boob because if it was a toxin-induced delusion, what was the worst that can happen? "Careful, I haven't been with a male in 1800 years, my Preciously Odd Amazon," she laughed. "I like challenges," I bantered with my mental conjuration. Definitely mind-reading. "I am not the creation of your fevered dreams, my Cáel," she flicked my nose. "I have pushed you near death to place a curse on the Host. As a side benefit, I am able to have metaphysical contact with you." "To date you, I have to have a near-death experience? I don't know if I should admire 1800 years of male common sense, or that last guy who risked everything for one night with you," I shrugged. "So much compassion; and so little fear," she petted my scalp. "Since you clearly aren't getting into the name game and I am more than happy to doubt everything I've experienced in the past five minutes," I smiled at her, "what am I supposed to do?" "You know," she smiled back. "No, I don't," I insisted. "Something extra-concise that doesn't come from a fortune cookie." "I've always wanted to eat a fortune cookie," she looked away. "I'll start walking around with one in my pocket so next time you nearly kill me, you can indulge," I offered. "Save my people, Cáel," she placed her hand over my eyes. "Save their spirits." "A bit of help would be nice," I pressed forward blindly. "I've given you help," she whispered on my lips. Since I didn't consider that to be helpful, I opted to give a gentle twist to her nipple. Either something was really going on inside my head, acting as a conduit between me and something else, or I was experiencing a psychotic break with reality. If it was the former, I was a Class-A idiot. If it was the latter, it was me being me, rolling the dice with the pretty girl. "I wanted you to be brave," she laughed melodically, the echo of every woman I'd ever given a reason to sing out with joy, "yet now I find myself wishing you would expend a tiny bit more caution on my behalf." Sensing my dissatisfaction, she added "I cannot give you 'the' truth, so I will give you 'a' truth. Nothing is set in the future while much is foreseen." "As long as you know I've disappointed every women I've ever been with," I reminded her, my eyes still shielded and her lips tantalizingly close to mine. "Oh, you like to think you are selfish, Cáel Nyilas of Vranus and Ishara, but you justifiably take pride in the sensuality you bring to so many women's lives," she pointed out. "Many lovers are far more truthful yet far less giving," she said. "Pain heals while an education is forever," I countered. Another joyous note. "It is time for you to wake up, my Cáel," she sighed. "Go now." Wakefulness required a return to the putrid qualities of my current surroundings. I forced myself to my knees. No one did anything; no reaction, or assistance, so it fell to me to save myself. "What; what was that?" Troika nearly retched at the stench. Katrina stood, visibly pale and shaken. "Hayden?" Katrina requested of her leader. "Cáel, what have you done?" Hayden snapped. She also stood up so she could look down at me from her desk. I mumbled something. Even I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. The last touch of a lady far chillier than the one in Chicago caressed me and I knew the gist of what had happened. Why was I the one suffering at the hands of my Goddess? I was the easiest to get at because I was already devoted to her, her chosen children and I was Patron and Head of the house dedicated to her honor. The forecasted ass-kicking wasn't aimed at me, though. I was the necromantic shotgun barrel into this reality. Too many bitches had spat on me, her hand-picked patsy and punching bag, and her temper was beyond sending some vague signs and portents to the Host. I didn't know the particulars of this curse, yet I didn't doubt for a second it was both fiendishly evil and well-deserved. My jacket, shirt and tie were goners. The lower part of my tie which had been thoroughly drenched in my vomit was already decaying into filth, soon passing into nothingness. I tried speaking again. "Having exhibited no faith in me, you have committed apostasy to Ishara," issued the words from my acid-scared throat. "You are condemned to live with that choice. Good night." I fumbled and stumbled to Hayden's door, weakly opened one of the two double doors and left. The confrontation I had departed outside remained in force; Naomi and detail versus Rachel and Buffy. Helena, and a former 'Runner' named Madori who worked at Havenstone HQ with us, had not been sent up. "I am going home," I rasped. With no orders to keep me there, Naomi let me pass. Rachel and Buffy closed in. "Boss, you smell like;” Buffy searched for words. "A red tide," Rachel said. "All those dead fish floating on the water for days and days; it is that level of horrible smell." "Rachel," I stated as we got on the elevator, "thank you for the loyalty, intelligence and understanding you have given me in this trying time." "I am a member of the Host, Ishara. I would do no less for Hayden herself; but you are welcome," she sighed. "How about we postpone our date night until I've cleared up a few things with the Council and Ishara?" I suggested. Rachel nodded. I briefly talked to Helena over the phone, went with Buffy to the basement where she checked out a car then sat back as she drove me home. I must have looked like a disaster because Buffy didn't give me an ounce of grief. Home was home now. There was a house with my name on it now, but it wasn't my hearth; this mid-town, 'just above the poverty line' apartment was definitely home now. I would suspect that business travel was like a clothes dryer; you mystically pulled out less clothes than you put in. I was coming back with twice the amount of luggage I had departed with Odette would be home in an hour, so it was me and Timothy for a bit. "Hey Bro," Timothy greeted me. He set down one of those fanciful Asian vegetable mish-mashes that he liked from time to time, stood up and gave me a hug. "How bad was it?" "Let's just say I finished it up this evening by vomiting all over the Big Boss's rug, and that was the highlight of the trip," I mumbled. "That would explain your bare-chested look," Timothy snorted. I had been so out of it, I had spaced on the need to put on clothes like a normal human being. "Something to eat?" "Nah, my insides were spewed forth, so I'm foregoing food for a while," I mumbled. That reminded me. I went to the bathroom and gargled repeatedly with mouthwash. I could still smell the aromatic abomination, but at least I couldn't taste it anymore. "Do we want to go down the lists of women who have called you?" Timothy was trying to cheer me up. I wanted to be cheered up so I told him to go right ahead. Brooke and Libra; an immediate call back with the briefest of details; no weekend date for Brooke and I yet. Jason, the bar-back I had met chasing down Katy Lee, had called. I dialed his number and we had a short chat. He and his buddies were coming along well, I was invited back any time, and the Latin Kings had gotten the message because they hadn't been around since. I requested he and his friends keep their eyes open just in case and I'd be around for another pick-up game soon enough. Since most of those LK's were dead and the remainder scattered, I wasn't worried about Jason. Nikita; I called and she 'agreed' to come over. I was too fatigued to fight her off. Ulyssa called and I had to inform her that this weekend didn't look good for me; funeral and all. I initiated contact with Nicole. She was still wrapping up some of my business in Chicago and would be gone until Saturday morning. Timothy crashed for the evening, I was nibbling on some of his fodder and the doorbell rang. A check at the peephole revealed Nikita. She came in, hugged and I could sense something was definitely wrong. We were back to first date material. We hadn't been separated long enough; crap. I gave us space on the sofa. "That was incredibly fast," I groaned. "What tipped them off?" "What do you mean?" Nikita tried to scoot down the sofa to me. I held her off with one hand. "I am hardly one to uphold honesty in a relationship, but I normally consider it a selfish endeavor and not done for the benefit of a third, unrelated party," I sadly met her eyes. "Cáel, what do you?" Nikita stammered. "You are not a very good liar," I pointed out. "You are wearing a wire of some kind?" "Have you done something wrong?" Nikita evaded. "My loss," I moped. "All I wanted was the semblance of a normal life and now that's gone down the tubes." "Nikita, what do you want to drink?" I restarted the whole fiasco. Drinks were served and we kept to our separate ends of the sofa talking about mindless shit until Odette showed up. Then I could politely show Nikita the door and be with someone who did care about me. We made slow, passionate love. I gave her orgasms and giggles with the added benefit I felt more human when we finally fell asleep. (Friday) The morning started out with the same routine. I pulled up various routes for my bike ride into work, chose none of them and off I went in the pre-dawn dark blue/grey sky. I came within 20 seconds of my best time, so I was feeling pretty positive about what lay ahead. Security was a full 180 from their normally sour selves. "Good morning, Cáel Ishara," the security team (not Security Detail) leader greeted me. That was part 'thanks for letting my sister 'Runners' into a house' and 'maybe pick me next time.' "Good morning, Wilma Draper," I nodded back. I went to the counter and leaned in. I needed to fortify my supportive base and I knew how to do it. "You do realize I don't choose who joins House Ishara, don't you?" I addressed her softly yet loud enough for the two closest security women to hear. "You do not?" the woman appeared perplexed. "No," I shook my head in the negative. At that moment she wondered if this was a trick of the Council. Good girl. "The senior Amazons of House Ishara chose the next candidates. I make the ritual appeal to Ishara, of course. Selection remains in the hands of former 'Runners' who nominate the 'Runners' who have proven themselves. I was inspired to initiate Buffy and Helena because I had enough faith in them to believe they knew Havenstone and what House Ishara needed. The Amazons in the second ritual were all Buffy and Helena's choices. I think those two and the latest group Ishara has approved of, will make the perfect judges for picking future 'Runners' of accomplishment and worth; not only for House Ishara, but for the new Amazons who have risked everything for our People," I piled on the propaganda. She nodded. The two closest security guards nodded as well. Off I went to the gun range. With less than a minute worth of words, I had reinforced my perfection. I wasn't a male. I was a male with a passel of hardcore, praiseworthy Amazons working around me, insulating me from committing any errors and making all the important decisions while I behaved like a bobble-headed doll. The range was back to 'normal' except I could smell the chemicals this time out. Whatever concrete and surface coating substances they had used to repair my grenade-inspired damage left my nose with a terrible itch. I had a gun selection today. I had no instructor yet was hopeful. I packed up my 40 caliber, my back-up 3 80, the combat shotgun and my Personal Defense weapon then headed out. I patiently waited behind one of the stations, soaking up the view of medium gray yoga pants worn by a woman who presented a meticulously crafted, awesome bubble-butt to the world. After she finished off one magazine, the Amazons looked over her shoulder at me. Horn-dog time. The woman smiled as she motioned me forward. We put my weapons on the stand and prepared for school. "I am Wiesława of House Živa," she smirked playfully. By the Almighty, she had a thick Polish accent, rich lips, russet hair and 'come hither' eyes. I was prepping for some early 'nookie' time. "Hello, I am Ash Ketchum and I have an unhealthy relationship with free-roaming, anthropomorphic creatures," I replied as we clasped forearms Amazon-style. As Wiesława was trying to puzzle that out, an Amazon from an adjoining booth came over and punched me in the arm. I couldn't even recall this one's name though I knew that face and physique. "Stop that, Cáel," the woman chastised me. "She's new here." "I thought he was bringing me more weapons to use. Was this male being insolent?" Wiesława tried to put things in their proper place. "Should he be disciplined?" At least she wasn't taking me being beaten as her Goddess-given right. "No, Wiesława. This is Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara, he brought those weapons for His use and most likely came to your station looking for instruction," the unnamed Amazon stated. "Does this mean we are passed that whole 'grenade launcher' thing?" I inquired of the women. "We are not sure. For now we have decided to not pre-judge you since you remain consistently combative no matter what. Constanza is recovering," she tacked on. "Good," I grinned. "How soon can she return to duty? I imagine she makes a lousy patient." Pause. The 'Constanza' bit had been a test. I had a feeling that my emotional tendency to spare lives and show mercy was getting around. It wasn't the Amazon way, though it did mean Constanza would remain alive for a while longer when it was generally accepted she should not. "She will have to retrain her vision. Her doctors are hopeful," the woman responded. "That is for the best. I do hope there are no ill intentions toward Pamela," I warned her. "Such a vengeance would be personal and I would feel no obligation to treat those criminals as I would my fellow Amazons; are we clear?" "It has been made expressly clear that this issue is at an end," she bowed slightly. "Let us commit this to the 'nothingness'," was my suggestion. The two Amazons twitched. That was a phrase straight out of their cultural playbook. Both nodded, the familiar Amazon left and I turned back to Wiesława. "Do you still want a go at training me?" I asked the Pole. "Yes; yes, I would like that," she gave me a bright, toothy white smile. "I find you interesting." Off I went again. Wiesława was diligent and definitely 'hands-on'. Twenty minutes into the training one of my familiar SD firing partners showed up. "Don't let him take his clothes off," Felicité teased me. Her Congolese French contrasted erotically with Wiesława's Polish. "His clothes come off?" Wiesława seemed puzzled. "How is that accomplished?" "A deeply scientific, psychological process," Felicité teased my latest friend/fish in the barrel. "Cáel, take off your clothes," she commanded me. I gave her a haughty, condescending glare. "Please." My biking shirt came off first then my biking slippers and finally the shorts. "Your turn," I regarded Wiesława. She shot a look to Felicité. Her sports bra was millimeters from exposing her goodies when my Congolese tormentor stepped in. "You don't have to take off your clothes for him," she intervened. "But I like seeing you ladies naked," I protested. Felicité patted my package. "We like seeing you naked too. Now put on your pants before a hot shell casing creates yet another incident," Felicité teased me again. A great chasm of misunderstanding had been bridged since Friday. The grenade-launcher was part of it, yet I think Rachel and Velma were far more constructive than I could have been. Velma had seen me in crisis mode. I hadn't panicked. I had seen to my partner (though she was an inconsequential female) and been cool throughout the process in Katrina's office as Velma and her four team members had overheard. Rachel, Charlotte, Mona and Tiger Lily had probably given a different story; less professional and more human. That must have worked in my favor. A stone-cold bad-ass would have been more worrisome; a challenge. No, I had been shaken, irrational, brave and grieving. I had fought an assassin of the Nine Clans and not lost (thus not an embarrassment to a culture I didn't really belong to; until that moment). I had insulted the Condotteiri and the Seven Pillars, who were universally hated. I had been nice to the Earth and Sky and Illuminati, who they didn't like much, but could be handy if a war did break out. I had been 'friendly' to the Egyptians and Nine Clans, who the Amazon rank and file did approve of. The SD had no doubts; they were looking at a war. Unlike their leadership, the Security Detail was anticipating this, even anxious for the test. Fighting is what they spent their whole lives training for. Thirty years had passed since the last major clash between Havenstone and the others. For the youngest, this was the ultimate chance to prove their training had been perfect. For the oldest members of the SD, this was the culmination of a lifetime's devotion. 'Take themselves to the cliffs'? Not now. Now came the chance to make every burn, bullet hole, stab wound and piece of shrapnel worth it. Their Host lavished care and resources on the Security Detail; their Warrior Elite; and they were about to reward that glorification with a fervor only female's with 3000 years of martial tradition could match. Like me? Allowable yet not required. Respect me? Constanza was their lesson on respect. Obedience? No. Rachel had most assuredly related my contact with the 'Runners' and Buffy, so they could hit me like they could no other Head of Household; as long as it was 'appropriate'. Since they were not forced to give me full equality, they could stomach my 'almost' equality. Think of it as being able to punch your manager at work in the arm whenever you thought they were doing something stupid. Imagine how much worker morale would benefit. By stepping up and taking a punch, or two, I bought myself and House Ishara much more respect than a snippy insistence on etiquette would have ever done. Bringing 'Runners' into a First House? The SD wasn't jumping for joy. Here, the SD's sense of superiority worked in Ishara's favor. What did it matter to them that a few 'Runners' had been exalted to Full-blooded status? SD was the best of the best. That they were the best of the 'best available until now' hadn't occurred to them yet. All that circled back to Felicité playing with me, no one taking exception to me making a play for Wiesława and the return of the firing range to an educational platform for me. As I had told Oneida, 'defeat starts in the mind'. Along with that came 'Victory starts with a plan', and 'seize the moment'. I was aiming for seizing victory in the flesh. I bent over to put my pants back on. Since Felicité was departing for jobs-unknown, I ran the pants, and my hand, along Wiesława's inner right thigh. By the look in her eyes when I was finished, she didn't mind in the slightest. At the end of my allotted time period, my marksmanship had improved and Wiesława was mine for the taking. What bothered me was that it felt too easy somehow. Weird huh; that 'easy' would bother me. "You don't hang around men much?" I questioned the Pole as the weapons were being put away. "No," she sighed. "The last male in my hold died eight years ago. That is one reason I was re-assigned here," she informed me. "What department are you with?" I asked as we waited on the elevator. "Security Detail," she answered. "Fantastic," I murmured. "Elsa is a great boss. The two of us get along great." "Really? That is good news," Wiesława sounded upbeat. "How close are you?" Hint, hint. "Like the Cobra and the Mongoose," I grinned. Into the elevator we went. "I'll let you figure out which is which." "You are the Cobra," she patted my thinly covered cock. Yay! No personal boundaries. Less I forget I was still on the list of approved prey animals the door opened on the first floor and Brielle, her buddy, and Oneida stepped onboard. I had no clue where Wiesława was supposed to go. I guessed she was along for the ride. "Good morning, Cáel," Brielle greeted me before licking my left nipple. Wiesława was confused; could she have been licking me, and getting licked by me, half an hour ago? "What are you doing?" Oneida squawked. "Yum; someone has been to the gun range this morning," Brielle smiled at me. "Oh, and; sorry about your paternal person," she hastily added. "They are called Fathers," I sighed. To defuse Oneida, I slipped a hand to the small over her back then wiggled three fingers between the top of her skirt and panties. It was 'dangerous' enough to give her pause before going after the other women. "It is good to see your new, exalted status hasn't gone to your head, Cáel Ishara," Brielle looked very naughty. "Sisters first, last and always," I responded. "I'm not going to take credit for my ancestors being kick ass." "They must have been very courageous women," Wiesława stated. I snorted. "Wiesława, my Ishara lineage goes down the male side of the family, so those lethal ancestors were all male," I chided her. "When the Dacian-Thracians moved into the region, they joined with those tribes fighting the Celts. Later, they joined with the Dacian kings and fought against the Romans. Germans, Avars, Bulgars and finally the Magyars came their way; my ancestors impressed them all enough to be accepted. I know this because my Father's name was Nyilas, which means Archer in the Magyar tongue. We were fighters under the Arpad dynasty the same way we had gone to war with our Amazon War leaders thousands of years earlier. I also know this because of my bloodline; if the female folk had been raped, the bloodline would have perished," I explained. "Where exactly was your family from?" Wiesława inquired. "My grandfather said we Nyilas' were from Székelys Lands in Northern Romania," I replied. "My great-grandfather grew up under the Romanian King, hated it and died fighting as a Hungarian soldier against the Soviets in World War II," I continued. "That is why my great-grandmother took her children and came to America. They had lost their homeland in her opinion. Dad said she was bitter until the day she died," I sighed over my forerunners intransience. "She even wanted to be buried at her home town of Szászrégen," I let them know. "That never happened." The elevator door opened, I waved good-bye to friends new and old then raced to Katrina's bathroom. Katrina was at her desk, working away. "Cáel," Katrina acknowledged my passage with a wave of her hand. "Hayden and I have been examining a list of possible; " "That boat has sailed, Katrina," I cut her off. "I'll take care of my business without Hayden's help, thank you very much. I know you tried to warn her. I should have known there was no use dealing with the Council in any way, shape, or form. There isn't." I paused. "Tell your allies that there will be many in House Ishara and Warrior-Fathers too." "Aren't you worried in the least?" Katrina requested. "We both know that some of these bitches want to face their end like the lead characters in a Wagnerian opera. All we can do is remind them they are traitors to their Race, not patriots to some modern day concoction of a cult of gender blood purity," I stated, "as we work to save our people." "Those 'Old Guard' broads have forgotten what an Amazon is supposed to be," I explained. "And a man is going to show us the way?" Katrina studied me with emotionless intent. "Yes," I muttered. "A man who prefers love over hate and counts his worth by the lives he saves, not the one's he takes." "Do you ever fear this 'softness' will weaken your masculinity?" Katrina mused. That hurt; not because of her words, which could be true for any man. It hurt because the bastion against such thinking had just died. "My only fear is that I won't live up to my father's example," I responded. "Not only as a man and a father in my time, but as a human being," I delved into the wounded portion of my soul. "He never went to college, served in the military, or even got into a fight until that last minute of his life. He covered for co-workers with family issues, never failed to answer a call out to work in inclement weather, and did all that normal boring shit few here even understand. He let me be weak and let me be strong. His greatest lesson was that no matter where my life led, I had to take responsibility for it. The strong ask for help. The weak ask for someone to do the task for them. Love is not a word. Love is the star you chart your life by. The worst weakness is letting fear stop you from pursuing what you want. That is what I have to measure up to," I finished. In the interim, several of the new hires showed up and were observing the spiel. "I would think he would be happy if you measured up to what you wanted out of life," Katrina said. "I aim to do both," I grinned. I went to the bathroom and quickly changed into my work attire. The meeting started on time with the additional of a gnat-bite; Dora was two minutes late. At the time, nothing seemed out of sorts to me. It was a day on the job with Rosette. Around 3:30 pm, Pamela stopped our knife training (her with her wand and me with my weighted, wooden blade). She went to the corner of the room, ran her finger along the central point and drew back a finger with dust on it. She raised the finger so I could clearly see it. "It's dust?" I shrugged. "Normally they do a much better job," Pamela noted and back to training we went. The nightmare became real with one phrase in common usage: 'I'll get to it when I can', one Runner told Desiree when Desiree gave her a task. One of the most fascinating things in my book about Havenstone was that it hummed along like a well-oiled, organic machine. Tasks were completed, back-ups were always on call, and promptness wasn't a virtue; I was the absolutely expected. "What did you say?" Desiree asked for confirmation. "I said I'll get right on it," the woman sighed. I caught the look in Desiree's eyes. Something was wrong, but she couldn't put a name to it. Oaths and obligations; the lubricant for patently lethal Amazon society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what? Personal respect would remain. Hierarchy? Amazons would begin to question why they were prioritizing their lives around someone they didn't know, or knew and didn't like. We weren't at that final destination, yet it was coming, and best of all, every woman in the company had a weapon, or quick access to one. A phone call grabbed me before I went in for the 'end of day' meeting. It was Brooke. "Christopher Cáel-umbos," I murmured. "Economy Class Oriental tours. How may I help you?" Laughter; and more than Brooke's. "Libra and I were getting ready to head out to the Hamptons and wanted to give you one last chance to come along," Brooke pleaded. An impressive dicking indeed. Thousands of reasons not to go; safety, responsibility, risk for other; "Sure, I'd love to come along. Can you pick me up at Havenstone at 6:10 pm? We'll make a quick run to my place to pick up some stuff and then head out, unless that's too late?" I offered. "See you then, Cáel," Brooke purred. "See you," Libra called out as well. It was a loathsome indicator of how out of control my life was ; that me, a working class kid, was going on a romp with two rich, high society girls to some mansion for a weekend of hedonistic fun; because that was more 'normal' than my week had been. I entered the meeting, took my teasing and made for the gym. This hour was devoted to a hardcore workout and nothing but. Rapid repetitions, quick shifts, rolling through the muscle groups. Even a few of the dedicated lifters gave me appreciative looks. I didn't have the time today. I hit the showers and made the doors before I hit a snag. Security held me up yet again. They seemed nervous, so I asked and got a bottled water and made some jokes. These ladies were going to be my allies, damn it, before I was done. Troika caught up with me a minute later. She extended a handful of round, brownish-yellow balls in a necklace. Each ball had a symbol inscribed on it. "We received this and a message this morning," she snapped. "We have decided to reject it." "It is horse-hoof," Pamela whispered in my ear. The gears went spinning. There was one person I knew who would send me keratin scrimshaw jewelry. Those nasty bitches were piling on the stupid. I looked it over; it was old, maybe going as far back as Timur aka Tamerlane to the English-speaking world. The 'cord' was made of hair; probably horse tail hair. I had no reciprocal gift to offer; absolutely nothing this valuable. But wait, I did! Somewhere there was a Havenstone bureau, department, or office that hung on to the artifacts ALL the Houses had accumulated over the passage of years. Some of that shit was mine; Ishara's. Our house had expired before the colonies became states. That still equated to a long period of pack-ratting. I'd put a minion on it right away! I'd pray that they didn't have plans for the weekend; later. "It arrived this morning and you are only giving it to me now?" I grumbled. "That message was meant for me, not for any of the rest of you. Where is the rest of it? Oh, and you're on the list." "It was consumed in its examination," Troika blatantly lied. "You have a visual copy," Pamela sounded bored. "Give it to him." "I do not carry such things around on a handheld device," Troika parried. "Ah; that's theft," Pamela gave a slender grin. "Just so we are clear." "If Cáel Ishara wished to put forth such an accusation to Hayden, I will be prepared to defend my actions," Troika gave a hostile glare right back. "That won't be necessary," I snorted. "I'm good. Pamela, I'm out for the weekend. Have fun." I turned and walked away. "Count the days, Troika," Pamela menaced. "I'm not afraid," she countered. "I don't care, but in 21 days, Cáel's ban on internal conflict will be at an end. Like me, he will not go to a corrupted Hayden for justice. We will be exacting it in our own way and in our own time. That you should worry about," Pamela gave a tilt of the head, a feral grin and joined me in departing. In Hittite, she said; "A matron, 21 Runners and one archaic mistake," Troika joked. In Hittite, she said; "But how many more 'Runners' can he recruit between now and then?" one of Troika's bodyguards worried. "More than enough to raise your daughters after you are all gone and forgotten," Pamela shouted over her shoulder. (Starting Friday Evening in the Wrong Damn Place) Waiting outside for me were two beauties and a small car. I hefted my bike, detached the front wheel for easier storage and climbed into the Lilliputian backseat. "Sorry," Libra in the passenger seat sounded embarrassed. "I'm not sure Brooke and I thought this through. Do you have a seat belt?" She was referring to the rear-mounted cup holder I was sitting in. "This is not rated for human occupation," I grinned back. What that really meant was there were three conflicting emotions pulling events along. Wanting me to fuck them; the easy one. Loyalty to your social/sorority sister; the relationship under stress. Me being a 'suitable' human being; the one that they were both stumbling toward which made the second emotional force such a problem. Had I solely been a fuck toy for either one, the other could have gracefully exited the field (with the occasional sharing). I was far from 'husband' material yet I was closing in on being the 'crossing a crowded club to greet me' kind of guy; already passed the 'not embarrassed to introduce me to their friends' phase. "You can sit in my lap," Brooke offered. With her driving and our height differential; we'd be lucky to be pulled by the PD before we wrecked. "How about you drive, I sit in Libra's seat and she sits in my lap?" I offered. "That's no fun," Brooke shot me a pout. "It sounds like fun for me," Libra giggled. "Now Libra remember, for the seat belt to be effective, you will have to sit facing me;” I sighed. "Facing you?" she winked. "Yes; facing me naked," I assured her. "Hey!" Brooke protested. "How come she gets to be naked in your lap?" "Otherwise me being naked would be pretty pointless," I explained. "Libra," Brooke demanded, "you get to drive." Petty arguments and playful exchanges followed. I left a message for Timothy and Odette, letting them know I was heading out to some address on the far end of Long Island. I even shot myself in the foot with the Nerf gun and told Timothy so he'd feel better. Brooke and Libra were dressed similarly. Red and khaki almost 'short-shorts', white/yellow bikini tops under white wife-beaters covered with a denim shirt (sleeves rolled up) and white cargo short-sleeved shirt, tennis socks and canvas shoes. In a way, I was a victim of my own success. Both ladies wanted to fuck me bad, but their desire to prove to me I was more than a fuck toy meant I didn't get sex at my place. If you are a girl, that will make much more sense. The car ride out was an issue. If I drove, Brooke and Libra promised to put on a Sapphic display for the ages. If Libra drove, I promised to publically molest Brooke at every stop. The reverse went for Brooke driving. The solution was that the girls would take turns driving and I would be a truly diligent cunnilinguist, with a strong background as an anatomically astute Braille harpsichord player. Our destination turned out to be the hamlet of Sagaponack, aka the most expensive place to live in the United States. Why was I doing this to myself? For starters, Brooke thought our host, Brennan Sulkanen, lived in one of those $50+ million homes; funny, I thought those were called estates. The girls laughed when I told them that. My utter lack of forethought, underutilized intelligence gathering capabilities, and even not acting my age were coming back to chew a huge hunk off my heine now. Brennan was a fraternity brother of Trent; warning indicator #1. Brennan didn't actually do anything, but his father was loaded; situation getting worse. Brennan was the youngest of the three sons from the first marriage with three other children from two other marriages waiting in the wings. A quick search revealed that the third and current Mrs. Sulkanen, was very elegant for a thirty-two year old lady. His current Mom being the same age as his oldest brother could be an issue. I was living proof how good parenting could help build up a child. Improper parenting; could do the opposite. Nothing was guaranteed though. "So, why are we going to Brennan's?" I hazarded to inquire as we cruised down Highway 27 through East Patchogue. In the back of my mind, I realized I was due south of scenic Doebridge and their frisky policewomen/Stasi law enforcers. "Oh, we met in college when I came up for one of Trent's; that loser; frat functions," she told us. "He was very drunk and tried to hit on me," the tale continued. "How and where did he 'hit' on you?" I prodded. "He stumbled into the Ladies' room, knocked my drink over and tried to give me his, but I was insulted by his inebriated pawing and left," Brooke said. Lone drunk men DO stumble into Ladies' rooms; usually to vomit. Frat brothers hit on each other's girls; men are pigs. Greeks are pigs with tie pins and secret handshakes. Drunk people do not demolish another person's drink then offer up their own. The spilling of alcohol is a drink-worthy event which you can't do if you have given your drink away. Man math: Brennan stalked Brooke, ambushed her in the bathroom and tried to roofie her with his drink because our host was a dirt bag and a total ass-bandit. How had I failed to do some basic 4 1 1 on this bastard? Oh yeah, brought an extinct First House to life, multiple threats to my well-being, treated like crap by most of my co-workers and then my father was murdered. "I repeat; why are we going to this guy's house?" I asked. "He's been persistent ever since Trent bailed and he sounds so worried about me," she answered. "Oh, I don't want you to think I'm using you as Brennan-deterrent, Cáel," she added. "I wanted to get out of the city and be with you; and Libra." I was more than Brennan-deterrent alright. I was a 'Highway Closed Indefinitely' sign for his edification. This was okay with Brooke (and me) because of all the sex we were going to have. "Thanks," Libra teased her pal. My dilemma was that despite all the positive emotions wafting my way, I wasn't one of 'them' yet. I couldn't simply say 'this dude is a scumbag. Let's go somewhere else.' This was going to take some tact and pretty much annihilated my hopes for a weekend to unwind. I had to play nice and at the first opportunity pull our host aside and politely inform him that I was going to floss his teeth with his still functioning intestines if any of us partook of something we hadn't asked for, ended up in some spot we hadn't wanted to go to, and/or doing something we didn't want to do. My diplomatic approach was from some movie that was way before CGI. It was ('you' meaning 'me': 'I want you to be nice; until it is time; to not be nice.') I was going to give Brennan's survival instincts the benefit of the doubt. I felt certain he wasn't enchanted with the idea of personal pain and I was going to let him know there wasn't a bank account deep enough to protect him from my wrath. If there was ever any doubt; I'm an idiot. We pulled up to the gate right before eight. Yes; one of those nice wrought-iron, automatic opening double gates. Brooke answered the security screen and in we went. Two people, definitely staff, met us as we parked. There was six cars present already, all variations of the high-performance, turbo-charged, 'Daddy/Mommy don't love me so they gave me this deathtrap instead' ideal. Cargo space? Fuel efficiency? Excessive safety features? Not a concern for this crowd. There was a momentary bout of confusion as the male staffer came for my baggage. I thanked him. He looked at me funny. Brooke insisted the female staffer give directions to where her/Libra's luggage was going so I did the same with the guy. My stuff was not only not heading to Brooke's room, I was being banished to another branch of this sprawling villa. "Take my stuff to their room," I directed the man. "Sir, a different room has been set aside for the gentleman," he insisted. "Oh; okay," I nodded. I took my bags from him, much to his surprise, and followed the 'maid'. Brooke and Libra laughed at my obstinacy and tagged along. Our introduction to the 'pack' was delayed and, by his look, Brennan wasn't happy with my detour. I wasn't happy either, but for a different reason. "Brooke; Libra, right? Cecil?" he clearly was disrespecting me straight out of the gates. Brooke and Libra said 'hi'. I was a little less diplomatic and I was staring down the barrels of a serious crimp in my main battle plan. There were two dissipated young ladies, three men of the same caliber and two guys I identified hangers-on. Most likely rich; just not rich enough to be treated as equals by the majority. Then there was this one girl who was certainly the unsuspecting party favor. You can learn all kinds of thing about the darker side of male-female relationships at Spring Break if you pay attention. The vacation can be wonderful, but seeing fuck-head bottom-feeders getting girls wasted for the eternal glory of Girls Gone Wild and the ability to stick their prick into someplace it doesn't belong, and they haven't earned the right to be in, truly sucks. For the moment, I had to look past her. The focus of my anxiety was a couple, both African-American and from a different mold than everyone else there. I knew the guy because he was somewhat famous. "Hey Bitch," I replied in an off-handed manner. "What?" Brennan hammed up his confusion. The 'Home Alone' gasp. What had he done wrong? "What?" I responded. "Did you just call me a 'bitch'?" he clarified. "No," I lied. "I didn't even know you were talking to me. Hi, I'm Cáel Nyilas. Who are you again?" "I think you called me a bitch," Brennan watched his whole weekend plan to dispose of me coming gift wrapped here in the opening round. He looked to the 'famous' guy. I am an idiot. "Well, with your family money, I'm sure you can hire top notch Otolaryngologist to handle that hearing problem of yours," I grinned. "Orlando, what do you think Kibble here said?" Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador; missed his name; you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards." No, I wasn't buttering this guy up. There was no point. I only knew about him because the whole 'martial ardor' doesn't have to be yours to get some tail. Girls who like watching physical combat; MMA, Kick-boxing, Boxing, and the NHL (WWE if they are somewhat gullible); will jump on your bones at the completion of that match. "I think this cunt called you his bitch," Orlando came my way. I gently pushed Brooke and Libra aside to give me space. "You are mistaken," I kept smiling at Orlando. "I was calling that lady over there," I pointed at the lady he had been talking to, "my bitch for tonight. The acoustics in this place must suck." Outdoor pool; the Atlantic Ocean crashing less than 100 meters away; this place rocked. "You are going to die," Brennan laughed at me. Keyes kept coming. "Right, or left?" I asked him in a pleasant tone. He glared yet hesitated. "What does it matter?" Orlando studied me. He had stopped being a hired thug and returned to being a modern day gladiator. "I'm packing so I wanted to know which knee you can live without," I stated. "He's got a gun?" one of the other males mumbled. "Gun?" Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Knife," I corrected. At this point, everyone but Orlando and I felt better. In that snippet, Orlando and I exchanged a vital piece of information; I was going to hurt him. No matter what he did, I was going to put a knife into him. How did he know? I had warned him and I laughed at Death. I wasn't bluffing and Orlando made his life's work piercing his opponent's deceptions. "That's my fiancé," Orlando grumbled. I extended my hand. "I apologize then," I said as he shook my hand. "That was rude of me and uncalled for. Not only is she one of the classiest ladies here, she was hanging out with you, a man not known for accepting anything short of the perfect match. Besides," I whispered, "we both know who I was truly talking about." Orlando wasn't happy with me, or forgiven me. What he did accept was that I'd given him an out. I had backed down and apologized. Brennan was frowning. Orlando and I didn't care; we were both fighters and we'd both ponied up on the promise of pain. If there was to be a conflict, he wasn't going to do it for Brennan. He was going to do it because he always wanted to know how tough the other guy really was. Names floated around. The only people that mattered to me were Anima and Casper. Anima was Brennan's 'girlfriend' which I translated as a debauchery enabler. She was under the delusion that life was boring and pointless, so she should punish the world for her ennui. Her life's cup had been emptied at twenty-three? Bitch, I worked with real women who couldn't even consider such nonsense. Casper; Casper was going to be a problem. For starters, Anima had taken Casper under her wing; was going to show Casper the 'ropes'. Casper proudly proclaimed that. Casper was also not as rich as the 'in crowd' and not a hanger-on; she was the weekend's amusement, or would have been if Brooke hadn't shown up. And, of course, she couldn't see the danger, she was so eager to be with the super-rich. After the name game came the initial party shuffle. Who was aiming for whose bedroom tonight and how would they get what they wanted. Brennan sent two backup boys cruising for Libra while he angled in for Brooke. Anima and Casper were supposed to keep me busy. Libra promptly showed she'd thumbed through my Book of Social Fugliness. "I only date real men," she shredded the 'second-stringers' to pieces. The blast socially staggered them. "If you have to think about it, boys, you are not a man. Don't strain yourself trying to be something you can't even comprehend. Now one of you go get me a drink while I think about what Cáel and I are going to do to Brooke tonight." In social parlance, that was shooting someone with both barrels of a shotgun then using the stock to tenderize the remains. That was one flank secure. Next, Casper and Anima. Anima had the feeling I didn't like her; good for her. "Would you really have cut Orlando?" Casper asked me softly while she ran a fingernail over my right forearm. "Casper, to begin with, call him Mr. Keyes. There will come a time when you can freely use his first name, but you ain't there yet," I cautioned her. "To answer your question: yes, I would have sliced down and across, cutting his right hamstring." Keyes heard me, as I had intended. "Brennan says you are a co-worker of Trent," Anima cooed. "Kind of," I shrugged. "Trent is a big-shot with the Far East Unit while I remain in Personnel in the city (Manhattan)." They both looked disappointed then Casper handed me a plum. She wasn't stupid, just willfully blind. "Where did you learn to use a knife then?" Casper tried to 'salvage' me. She was doing herself a favor by trying to make me look better to the rest; doing me a favor. Nice. "I'm with the Records Redaction Unit of Havenstone's Executive Services," I lied. Blink. "That doesn't make any sense," Casper's brow furrowed. "You delete records?" "No Casper," I returned her arm rub, "someone creates a list with names on it. I am part of the team that reduces the number of those names on that list to zero." Blink. "You fire people?" she remained uncertain. She had to believe I was playing with her, which I was. "No," I shook my head. "That implies extra paperwork. We take a more ergonomic approach. No termination rigmarole; no traceable termination at all." "That sounds vaguely like you murder people," Anima murmured. "Murder is a crime. Converting all the data of a given person into one, misplaced file is a way of circumventing the whole 'exit interview/providing references for other jobs/pension' process." If you believed that this nation, nay, the whole world, was run by soulless corporate monsters that made scary sense. "What do you do with the people?" Anime was showing the tiniest bit of enthusiasm for this conversation. "What people? People have names," I smiled. "Bodies with no records are normally handled as John and Jane Does and are buried in Potter's Field, or used at medical schools." "Do you enjoy sex with multiple partners?" Anima smiled; veering the conversation off in a different dir
Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..
Hey Gang! On tonight's show, we talk with Rusty Nail!, we watched Joy Ride! - Flicks-ology
What if a rusty nail poked your foot? You've probably heard by now that getting injured by any rusty object can lead to tetanus. Tetanus is caused by bacteria known as Clostridium tetani, which is commonly found in soil, dust, and animal feces – all ideal places for rusty objects to be found. Anyway, if this bacteria enters your body through the wound, you're in really serious problems... Random questions like these keep the most curious of us up at night so today's video will answer them! And if any of your most burning questions will be missed, then ask away down in the comments – we'll be sure to cover them next time! Other videos you might like: What If Dinosaurs Were Still Alive Today? • What If Dinosaurs Were Still Alive To... What If You Stopped Eating Sugar for 1 Week • What If You Stopped Eating Sugar for ... What If The Sun Went Out for Just One Day • What If The Sun Went Out for Just One... TIMESTAMPS: What happens if you drink too much water? 0:24 What happens when you swallow gum? 0:51 What can happen if you step on a rusty nail? 1:30 What if gravity suddenly got turned off? 2:26 What if all cats just disappeared? 3:01 What would happen if the Earth lost oxygen for 5 seconds? 3:37 What if the internet stopped working for one day? 4:11 What if you didn't wash your hair for a year? 4:56 What would happen if you ate 50 boiled eggs in one sitting? 5:39 What if the Earth started spinning twice as fast? 6:21 What if we all jumped at the same time? 7:19 What if we had no Moon? 7:51 #whatif #tetanus #earth Music by Epidemic Sound https://www.epidemicsound.com/ Subscribe to Bright Side : https://goo.gl/rQTJZz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our Social Media: Facebook: / brightside Instagram: / brightgram 5-Minute Crafts Youtube: https://www.goo.gl/8JVmuC Photos: https://www.depositphotos.com East News ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For more videos and articles visit: http://www.brightside.me/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
The Rusty Nail is back! Rusty joined us to talk about what we are watching and reading! With Rusty back, we were very excited. Expect a LOT of tangents in this one. Brian may also rant a couple of times.
"Don't screw with people you don't know."We're taking you back to the days of CB radios and when Paul Walker was our leading man (and Leelee Sobieski was the leading lady, even…) My, oh my, was 2001 a different time, and did we love it or what? That's right gory goats, we're covering John Dahl's road-trip black horror-thriller, JOY RIDE, and we're here to remind you that it still slaps and it slaps hard! It's got comedy, thrills, double the “schmazz” (that's what Alex calls man-butt), tense cornfield chase scenes, suspense, dirty motels, and prank phone calls that would make Ghostface smile. Tune in now as we talk all of the above, as well as our own experiences with troubled sibs, what it was like to be alive during the “prehistoric internet” era, and even… jail? *gasp* Episode 39 delivers! We're back next week with WAR OF THE WORLDS (2005) — our first alien invasion / Tom Cruise combo! Thanks for listening, and don't forget, any feedback is good feedback so feel free to drop us a review over on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to us! - TGG
“Candy Cane? Hey anybody know a Candy Cane?” We watched “Joy Ride” (2001) with the hilarious Michael Morgan and we're still brushing up on our CB lingo. This little gem of a movie from 2001 fits nicely into that category of unintentionally homoerotic films from the early aughts. Obviously, Paul Walker (RIP) is serving your friendly neighborhood Abercrombie & Fitch employee that stood outside the store, possibly shirtless, definitely way too hot to ever speak to in person, but we would be remiss to leave out or guy Steve Zahn. All three of us have in our notes how cute Steve Zahn is in this movie - even with his dad-chic tucked in shirts and light washed, relaxed fit denim. We buy them as estranged brothers on a road trip to pick up Lewis's (Paul Walker) crush? Girlfriend? FWB? Whoever she is her name is “Venna” and she's played by the stoic - and since retired - Leelee Sobieski. Don't ask us why, but if you were a fan of Leelee's work around this time - you're gay now. On this road trip across the American west, the boys play a prank on a trucker via their newly installed CB radio and all hell breaks loose. This movie has many rewind-able moments for little gay boys including Paul and Steve's buns on full display and Paul giving us his best lady voice over the CB, impersonating the fictitious “Candy Cane”. The scary trucker hell-bent on revenge is named “Rusty Nail” and the voice is provided by none other than “Buffalo Bill” himself, Ted Levine. It doesn't get anymore queer coded than that. Thanks for listening and don't forget to subscribe, rate and review us on Apple Podcasts! www.patreon.com/moviesthatmadeusgay Facebook/Instagram: @moviesthatmadeusgay Twitter: @MTMUGPod Scott Youngbauer: Twitter @oscarscott / Instagram @scottyoungballer Peter Lozano: Twitter/Instagram @peterlasagna
Can a heated argument over rock legends lead to a fatal outcome? Join us as we unravel the shocking events at the Rusty Nail, where Tony "the Shark" Sullivan and Neil "the Stink" Mazzarelli's passionate debate about bass icons Lemmy Kilmister and Geddy Lee spiraled tragically out of control. Fueled by alcohol and unbridled devotion to their musical heroes, their clash escalated into a physical altercation, leaving bewildered barmaid Roxanne as an eyewitness to the chaos.Unlock an ad-free podcast experience with Caloroga Shark Media! Get all our shows on any player you love, hassle free! For Apple users, hit the banner on your Apple podcasts app. For Spotify or other players, visit caloroga.com/plus. No plug-ins needed! Subscribe now for exclusive shows like 'Palace Intrigue,' and get bonus content from Deep Crown (our exclusive Palace Insider!) Or get 'Daily Comedy News,' and '5 Good News Stories' with no commercials! Plans start at $4.99 per month, or save 20% with a yearly plan at $49.99. Join today and help support the show! We now have Merch! FREE SHIPPING! Check out all the products like T-shirts, mugs, bags, jackets and more with logos and slogans from your favorite shows! Did we mention there's free shipping? Get more info from Caloroga Shark Media and sign up for our newsletter here.
Road trip from hell movies will always have a special place in my heart, so this was a great time to be had both back then and today for April Fool's... Because if there's one on screen joke or prank that goes way too far, it's the one involving Rusty Nail here. Sequels aside, this is one that's deserving of being a household name in the genre. Enjoy, people.
Tasting Notes: What did 15th century Norman monks know about alcohol? Quite a lot it turns out, expressed most succinctly in the now Bacardi owned brand of Benedictine. Made with 27 different flowers, berries, herbs and spices. Perfected by Alexandre Le Grand, and given the addition of 40% brandy at New York City's famous 21 Club, B&B is a sweet and herbily drink perfect on the rocks with a twist. If you like Drambuie in a Rusty Nail or Grand Marnier neat after a meal, then give this concoction a try.
Welcome to another episode of Whisky Under 50! In this episode we tackle some cheap blended Scotch whiskies -- the venerable Chivas Regal, and the popular Jonnie Walker Red Label. And if that wasn't enough, we then really turn it into a party when we add some Drambuie to make Rusty Nail cocktails. Rusty Nail cocktail:2 parts blended Scotch whisky1 part Drambuie liquorCheers!
In this episode, April and Michele discuss Demon Copperhead the Nobel Prize Winning Novel for Fiction written by Barbara Kingsolver. Pour a Rusty Nail and join them as they discuss what butters their bread about this book based on the classic Charles Dickens Novel, David Copperfield. Is this the coming-of-age story that finally wins Michele over? Will April think it lives up to her love of the original characters? Will they throw this baby out with the bathwater? Do they work out how to pronounce tough words like "endure" and "rural"? What the heck is head lettuce anyway? As a bookend Michele and April make up their own idioms, stay to the end to see if you can figure out what they mean.
Another week, another Banter over Brunch episode
Dave McArthur and Clint Lanier conclude their discussion of Jack Kerouac's novel On the Road while finishing their Rusty Nail cocktails.
On a dark desert highway in the abyssal dirt kingdom, join T-Biscuit, Pink Champagne Rick, Rusthouse Zombie, and special guest Carly Sonafelt, for a Midnight Ritual of Joy Ride(2001). Carly Sonafelt IMDb: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm13812120/ Slumber Party Massacre: https://www.facebook.com/TheSlumberPartyMassacrePodcast/ Special Guest: Carly Sonafelt.
It's the Season 3 Finale!! In this episode Paul, Whit and Mike tackle a fun double feature with Red and Red 2. They also taste and discuss the Rusty Nail cocktail made with Johnny Walker Red Label and sip on a few Coronas with lime. Fun Fact: We had to record this episode twice because Paul's computer decided to quit the first time with Ryan Thank you for listening. We can't wait to get started on Season 4 https://www.1bourbon1movie1beer.com/ Find us on social media: Instagram @1bourbon_1movie_1beer Facebook https://www.facebook.com/1bourbon1movie1beer Twitter @1movie_1beer Check out our sponsor Myaderm and use code BMB to save 20% off of your first purchase at myaderm.com --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/1bourbon1movie1beer/message
What if a rusty nail poked your foot? You've probably heard by now that getting injured by any rusty object can lead to tetanus. Tetanus is caused by bacteria known as Clostridium tetani, which is commonly found in soil, dust, and animal feces – all ideal places for rusty objects to be found. Anyway, if this bacteria enters your body through the wound, you're in really serious problems... Random questions like these keep the most curious of us up at night so today's video will answer them! And if any of your most burning questions will be missed, then ask away down in the comments – we'll be sure to cover them next time! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Our car trouble continues in Part 2 of our triple feature while we watch the 2001 thriller JOY RIDE. The late Paul Walker and Steve Zahn play a prank on the wrong truck driver and find themselves fighting for their lives against this week's monster, Rusty Nail.Star Leelee Sobieski (now Kimmel), is now a successful sculptor and artist. Check her out on IG @leeleekimmel Visit Fangoria.com and enter promo code HOWIMETYOURMONSTER for 20% off your entire order!Make sure to RATE and SUBSCRIBE to the show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Pandora, or anywhere you get your podcasts!You can find all of our social media links on our Linktree! Linktr.ee/howimetyourmonsterLooking for How I Met Your Monster merch? Click here to check out the store! You'll also find 1000's of designs from independent artists!Follow Zach, Danny, and Casey!For questions, comments, or other information, send us an email at zach@howimetyourmonster.com
We're venturing into new territory with this one! This time we take a look at the animated music video for X Japan's hit song Rusty Nail. It's about 5 minutes long and filled with ridiculousness, but is it a well-done anime? Leave a comment/review or message us at badanimepod@gmail.com or DM us on insta @badanimepod to have your lovely words read out on the show!
After listening to Tyler's borning trails in the last episode now we get to some of the more exciting and fun trails that Jimmy went on... and Tyler on Friday. Thursday Jimmy joined Tour Guide Taco and some friends and went on Posien Spider, Friday was MORRFlate Metal Masher, and on Saturday Jimmy went on Rusty Nail. However, he almost didn't make it on Saturday because of some carnage. MORRFLate Pre-Sale of the TenSix™ PSI Pro™ - Claim Your Spot Now WE HAVE A WINNER FOR THE WINCH! Thank you to everyone who has submitted reviews over the past few years. We have finally achieved our goal of 500 Reviews on iTunes/Apple Podcasts! We now can announce the winner, and it was #411- Usernamealreadytaken69420, and the runner-up was #40 - Joez60421. We are also waiting to hear back from Six String Trucker for winning the 350th, and to Redrockethotpocket for winning the 450th swag pack. We're working on something fun for the next 250! CALL US AND LEAVE US A VOICEMAIL!!!! We want to hear from you even more!!! You can call and say whatever you like! Ask a question, leave feedback, correct some information about welding, say how much you hate your Jeep, and wish you had a Toyota! We will air them all, live, on the podcast! +01-916-345-4744. If you have any negative feedback, you can call our negative feedback hotline, 408-800-5169. 4Wheel Underground has all the suspension parts you need to take your off-road rig from leaf springs to a performance suspension system. We just ordered our kits for Kermit and Samantha and are looking forward to getting them. The ordering process was quite simple and answering the questionnaire to ensure we got the correct and best fitting kits for our vehicles. If you want to level up your suspension game make sure to check out 4Wheel Underground. Episode 394 is brought to you by all of our peeps over at patreon.com and irate4x4! Make sure to stop by and see all of the great perks you get for supporting SnailTrail4x4! Discount Codes, Monthly Give-Aways, Gift Boxes, the SnailTrail4x4 Community, and the ST4x4 Treasure Hunt! Thank you to all of those that support us! We wouldn't be able to do it without you guys (and gals!)! MORRFlate is generous enough to donate two of their newest TenSix™ PSI Pro to two lucky winners for May's Monthly Giveaway. The new PSI Pro will automatically stop filling up your tires at your desired preset pressure. Now it truly is set it and forget it when you're filling up your tires. These new PSI Pros are retailing for over $300. Tylers Month is when we give away all of our April Gift Boxes. For this month's giveaway, two lucky winners will win one of our gift boxes. These gift boxes are filled with fun items that Tyler and I enjoy about our industry. They are sometimes very useful and other times totally random. If you want to get a gift box from us make sure to be signed up on irate4x4. Listener Discount Codes: MORRFlate - snailtrail to get 10% off MORRFlate Multi Tire Inflation Deflation™ KitsIronman 4x4 - snailtrail20 to get 20% off of all Ironman 4x4 branded equipment!Sidetracked Offroad - snailtrail4x4 (lowercase) to get 15% off lights and recovery gearSpartan Rope - snailtrail4x4 to get 10% off sitewideShock Surplus - SNAILTRAIL4x4 to get $25 off any order!Mob Armor - SNAILTRAIL4X4 for 15% offSummerShine Supply - ST4x4 for 10% off4WheelUnderground - snailtrail for 5% off Midroll Music by ComaStudio
Today we are discussing Chickasaw Country's Best of 2023. Chickasaw Country is 7,648 square miles of beautiful landscape, charming towns, bustling main streets, First American and Western culture along with incredible food. Located on either side of the I-35 corridor in south-central Oklahoma, Chickasaw Country has everything you're looking for and more. From lakes and cabins to casinos and luxury spas, Chickasaw Country is an exciting getaway full of adventure in every form for every age. You can visit for the day or stay a few more – there's plenty to do! Hike through the parks, relax at the spa, browse the boutiques, learn something new and simply enjoy the different cultures surrounding you. Auntie Mae's Antiques is a shop located in the historic downtown area of Purcell. The 9,000 square ft establishment has been remodeled to reflect the history of the 100+ year old building. The original ceiling is still in place, and under the floors, a cellar with a tunnel was found. They suspect the tunnel was made during the prohibition era and the opening can be spotted in the store. Today, the space is filled with rustic and chic decor, oil and gas collectables, and many other reclaimed and repurposed items. The Chickasaw Cultural Center in Sulphur, Oklahoma, offers a world of opportunities to learn and connect with First American history. Watch the story of the Chickasaw people unfold before your eyes through powerful performances, reenactments, demonstrations, collections and exhibits at one of the largest and most comprehensive tribal cultural centers in the United States. While visiting Turner Falls or the Arbuckle Wilderness in Davis, Oklahoma, be sure to stop by the nearby Smokin' Joe's Rib Ranch. Whether you want to dine in or get your food to go, the food never disappoints! Smokin' Joe's Rib Ranch offers catering services for guests who have large events, or maybe it is just one REALLY hungry fan who can't get enough of the delicious food. Either way, we encourage you to find out why this BBQ restaurant is so iconic and why its food continues to draw people in and keeps them coming back time and time again! Located in downtown Ada, Serendipity on Main is a charming boutique offering a unique variety of merchandise and apparel. Serendipity specializes in those hard-to-find items like special newborn gifts, crafty home décor and must-have additions for your wardrobe. Indulge in a serendipitous shopping experience frosted with fashions that are just to die for! Located in Thackerville, OK, WinStar World Casino and Resort boasts the world's largest collection of electronic games with over 8,500 of the best electronic games available, nearly 100 table games, a 55-table poker room and even a bingo hall if that is more to your liking. Experience live entertainment at Lucas Oil Live, a 250,000-square-foot entertainment venue hosting world-famous artists year-round. The WinStar Convention Center can accommodate your next big or small event or corporate outing. The culinary scene is top tier with over 20 restaurants and 12 bars from casual to upscale. Located inside the Artesian Hotel, Casino & Spa in Sulphur, Bedré Cafe is an all-in-one coffee bar, candy store, sandwich shop and confectionary. The cafe offers gourmet coffees made with Bedré coffee and other specialty drinks such as Bedré Soda, fresh fruit smoothies, soft drinks and teas. Chickasaw National Recreation Area is one of only three Oklahoma parks affiliated with the National Park Service, this national park is a beautiful oasis of water, foliage, and wildlife, creating the perfect backdrop for all your favorite outdoor activities. Located in south-central Oklahoma, the park offers year-round activities such as boating, skiing, sailing, fishing, swimming, hiking and camping. The Chickasaw National Recreation Area is Travel and Leisure Magazine's choice for the best campsite in Oklahoma. It provides more than 30 miles of trails for both novice and experienced hikers to enjoy. The Travertine Nature Center serves as the park's main educational center providing groups with interactive learning opportunities, informational exhibits, and other Ranger-led programs, including guided hikes and educational tours on flora and fauna found within the park. Recognized as one of the top holiday light shows in the nation, the Chickasha Festival of Light features over 3.5 million twinkling lights in Shannon Springs Park. Drive through the displays and gaze in wonder at dazzling light scenes, animated displays and even a computer-animated light show synchronized to favorite holiday tunes. The centerpiece of the Chickasha Festival of Light is the iconic 172-ft Christmas tree that can be seen for miles around. Festival of Light Episode WinStar Golf Club is designed for total luxury when it comes to pampering our patrons. The two championship 18-hole courses by Weibring-Wolfard Golf Design allow for golfers of all levels to enjoy themselves every day of the year. The amenities at this golf club are second to none. Golf carts are equipped with touchscreen GPS as well as scented face towels and complimentary bottled water. Located in Kingston, OK, Lake Texoma State Park offers many things to do including water activities, camping, picnic areas, hiking and wildlife viewing. With 93,000 surface acres of water, you can have enjoy a range of water activities from boating, kayaking and canoeing to swimming, fishing and more. Camp in one the two RV areas featuring 30 and 50 amp full hookups with water service or the tent sites with showers and boat ramps. For the music fan in all of us, The Doghouse at Ole Red is a concert venue attached to the famous Ole Red restaurant in Tishomingo, Oklahoma! Come enjoy live entertainment Friday and Saturday! Also, Thursday Night Ole Red Jams have officially kicked off, so make sure to start the weekend early with a night of music and food every Thursday from 6 PM to 9 PM! Experience modern luxury and vintage grandeur at the Artesian Hotel, Casino and Spa in Sulphur, Oklahoma. This boutique hotel boasts 81 beautifully adorned guest rooms, on-site dining, gaming and shopping opportunities. Groups can spend time at the casino or treat themselves to a relaxing day at the hotel's state-of-the-art spa facilities. This elegant 4-story hotel is built on the historic grounds of the original Artesian Hotel, constructed in 1906, and destroyed by a fire in 1962. Artesian Hotel Episode The Chickasaw Cultural Center in Sulphur, Oklahoma, offers a world of opportunities to learn and connect with First American history. Watch the story of the Chickasaw people unfold before your eyes through powerful performances, reenactments, demonstrations, collections and exhibits at one of the largest and most comprehensive tribal cultural centers in the United States. A premier tourist destination in Chickasaw Country, The Rusty Nail is a boutique winery housed in an exquisitely restored building in the heart of Sulphur, Oklahoma. This family-operated business was established in 2010 by Sulphur women and natives who love wine. Subscribe to the Only in OK Show. #TravelOK #onlyinokshow #Oklahoma #MadeinOklahoma #oklaproud #podcast #okherewego #traveloklahoma
This episode is an exploration of technology starring Brian, David, Stolas, and (drum roll) the Rusty Nail! No buckets in this episode, I think we covered that enough last time. Mushrooms were brought up in the context of technology though. There were some deep dives in this one and a surprise guest host. Oh yeah, we talked about technology sans buckets.
This music video review is supported by MANSCAPED! Use code BAD20 for 20% off! We're venturing into new territory with this one! This time we take a look at the animated music video for X Japan's hit song Rusty Nail. It's about 5 minutes long and filled with ridiculousness, but is it a well-done anime? Support Bad Anime and Get 20% OFF @manscaped + Free Shipping with promo code BAD20 at MANSCAPED.com! #ad #manscapedpod Leave a comment/review or message us at badanimepod@gmail.com or DM us on insta @badanimepod to have your lovely words read out on the show!
Join Justin and Andy this week as they return to a somewhat familiar podcast format and make themselves three cocktails. While focusing on the Scotch liqueur Drambuie, the guys mix up a Rusty Nail along with two other drinks. While Andy "chews" his second cocktail the guys talk about life in two different states, what they've been cooking up lately, and how Andy is living a true Salt Life. Thank you all for sticking around and hopefully we can gift you with an episode every month or so. Don't forget to follow us on Instagram!
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Whether your team plays Friday, Saturday or Sunday, Catapult has the technology you need to make better coaching decisions faster than ever. Trusted by all 32 NFL teams, Catapult solutions, including athlete monitoring and video analysis, help coaching staffs at all levels capture, analyze, plan, and share insights across your staff like never before. 8K Solutions offers coaching technology that builds better teams. Our engaging solutions immerse players in the game. Remote-control camera systems make capture easy for video staffs, while keeping them safely on the ground. Used by every NFL team and 40 Div. I football team, 8K Solutions is the leader in coaching technology. Visit Catapult.com to learn more today.
Hello ModernJeepers welcome to Episode 185 of The ModernJeeper Show… the show about Jeeps, Jeeping and Jeepers. This is one of the most important episodes we have ever done. That is not a joke. There is a major threat to the future of off roading in Moab. Every trail you've ever heard of in the region... trails like Poison Spider, Golden Spike, Gold Bar Rim, Rusty Nail, Seven Mile Rim and Where Eagles Dare could be closed... forever. Jeremy Rowan of Moab-based Outlaw Jeep Adventures joins Corey, Jessy and Matson to discuss from the front lines what is happening, why it is happening and what you can do, no matter where you live, to help preserve the future of off roading in Moab. Do not take this lightly folks. Listen to this episode or watch it at YouTube.com/ModernJeeper... then take action and share it with your friends and fellow off roaders. This is an important moment, and everyone can help. Now, sit back, relax with a cold one, and pay close attention to Episode 185 of The ModernJeeper Show… Show Notes:Outlaw Jeep AdventuresPalo Duro ChallengePigeon ForgeMoabThe Way I Heard It PodcastBlack Rifle CoffeeHow to be an American BRCCFactor 55Rugged RadiosBLM UtahBLM AnnouncementBLM NEPA RegisterBLM PlansBLM Comment SubmissionsRed Rock 4WheelersFriends of the RubiconSkillz DayDrug Free America FoundationModern Jeeper AdventuresSema
My guest today and I have never met, but I had heard very funny stories about him from other EXGO's over the years. His first season was in Club Med Sandpiper in February of 1992 as Manager of the Annex restaurant with Carlos Castro as CDV. From New Jersey (via Florida), please help me welcome, Sammy Orodenker!! Before Club Med, Sammy was doing a double major in Hospitality Management and Musical Theater, making him a much-desired prospect for a company like Club Med! Sammy was given the title of Manager of the Annex because during his senior year of college, he also owned a catering company. He then later switched to the position of Animator and Chief of Animation. Sammy worked for Club Med from 1992 to 2001. He worked in villages such as Club Med Copper Mountain, St. Lucia, Punta Cana, Eleuthera, Ixtapa, Cancun and his final season in Kabira. Sammy has so many stories and we tried to pack in as much as we could in an hour, so if you were an early 90's G.O., you will want to hear this one! Sammy recounts some stories where he got locked out of his room wearing only a barely-there towel and having to walk to reception, getting caught during a “Walk of Fame” moment behind the main restaurant in Sandpiper and why his cocktail of choice was always a Rusty Nail. Please enjoy this episode with Sammy!! **My First Season podcast has always been free to listen to and is available on: Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Samsung Podcasts, Podbean App, Spotify, Amazon Music/Audible, TuneIn + Alexa, iHeartRadio, PlayerFM, Pandora and Listen Notes. And if you like what you hear, please leave a review at Apple podcasts. Please check out his "Pissotieres" sketch from Copper Mountain 92/93: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wdnTSULnrc
Mike and Paul sit down with long-time friend and guitarist, Chris Crabtree over a few glasses of Lagavulin Scotch Whisky.Credits:HostMichael Warth - http://www.warthstudios.comCo-HostPaul Remy - https://www.facebook.com/vextonFeatured Artist - special GuestChris CrabtreeTheme Music“Mike's Bossanova”Produced, arranged, and performed byAdil Constantine - https://adilconstantine.comAs always you can learn more about the All Walks of Art show on the website at, https://allwalksofart.simplecast.comCopyright © 2022 Michael Warth
在分享完Drambuie這支酒之後,馬上來分享一下它有名的經典調酒 Rusty Nail鏽釘子。
We're so glad you're joining us for the first episode of The Moveable Feast. Show notes:St. Vincent Wine: 3212 Georgia Ave NW, Washington, DC 20010Tip: order a wheel of the La Tur cheese!Rusty Nail: 205 Beach Ave, Cape May, NJ 08204Beach Plum Farm: 140 Stevens St, West Cape May, NJ 08204La Matricianella: Via del Leone, 4, 00186 Roma RM, ItalyFollow us on Twitter at @MoveFeastPod and on Instagram at @MoveableFeastPod. A big thank you to our producer Claude Jennings and our art director Ryan Harrison.
Today's episode features the Philadelphia artist Scoopski. They are a husband and wife duo. I spoke with Jim for this interview. They have a garage rock 90's type of sound. At least that's how I'd describe it. I featured their songs “Elon Send Me To Mars” & “Dopamine”. Their next show is July 19th at The Rusty Nail in Ardmore, PA with Bees! And Phil Yates & The Affiliates. Definitely find them wherever you stream music and subscribe/follow on the socials. Thanks for listening and supporting local music. SPOTIFY LINK -- Part-Time Rockstar Fest is June 4th Featuring 20 bands from the show 2 stages -20 bands- Food - Beer https://fb.me/e/2xeDmOpkP
SHOUT OUTS Thanks to all our patrons and everyone in the Runcation Nation for your support and encouragement. Because of you, we have been able to keep the show going over the last two years, and now that the races are returning, we look forward to meeting up with you, too! For anyone who would like a shoutout on the show, please don't forget to send them to us. We do our best to collect shoutouts throughout the week, but please send them our way! Please send them to info@runeatdrink.net or call 941-677-2733! Thank you to Joanne Blatchley, Associate Producer of our show. Thank you to Josh Ozbirn, Executive Producer of the podcast, too! We couldn't do it without you. If you'd like more of the Run Eat Drink Podcast, including bonus content, early access to episodes, or even to become a show producer like Joanne and Josh, become a patron of the show! Go to www.patreon.com/runeatdrinkpodcast to find out more and sign up today. EAT In this week's main episode, we talked about our first visit to Epcot's Festival of the Arts! In this Quick Bite, we give you a taste of Canada's Gourmet Landscapes. Canada has always been one of our favorites, and during this first trip to this February Festival, it did not disappoint! DRINK We indulged in some great alcoholic beverages at Epcot's Festival of the Arts, too. In Canada, we got a drink called the Rusty Nail. While its name can be deceiving, it was delightful! Hear our take on it as we sampled it live from Canada on the World Showcase! THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you for listening! We are looking forward to YEAR NUMBER 5 of the podcast because of your support! Don't forget to follow us and tell us where to find you next on our website, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Also, check out our store on the website and get some swag, thanks to Pure Creative Apparel. Thanks to PodcastMusic.com for providing the music for this episode, too!
When we reached out to Justin Reece about coming on the show, he said he was all in, but only if he could bring a few of his team members from Rusty Nail Racing on the show with him. We said hell yeah, we love the idea. That right there should tell you what kind of guy Justin is and how his team operates. They run an awesome organization, but they're even better people and we're super excited to get to share a small part of their story with the world. These are the kind of people you want to hang around with, whether you're at the races or just out wheeling for fun!
This week Craig Thornley joins Clint and Jack to chat about Waldo 100k, everything Western States 100 (from race directing to running to volunteering to the lottery), running 300km, what is a Rusty Nail cocktail, twitter and beer. You can find Craig on Instagram @Lord_balls and on Twitter @lord_balls. Help support our show on Patreon. Get a shout out and get some bonus content: https://www.patreon.com/beerontherun Check out our Facebook group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/969035247373743. Find our podcast on Instagram @BeerOnTheRunPod and on Twitter @BeerOnTheRun. All of our links are on our Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/BeerOnTheRunPod. Come by and say hi and let us know what you think about our show. Please check out our friend and sponsor's website and podcast. Luis Escobar is the host of The Road Dog Podcast and puts on races at All We Do Is Run. Episode Thumnail photo credit: Luis Escobar.
In this great episode, the guys mix scotch and a scotch-based liqueur.RUSTY NAIL RECIPE1.5oz/45ml Scotch Whisky.85oz/25ml DrambuiePour all ingredients directly into an old fashioned glass filled with ice. Stir gently. Garnish with lemon zest.Recipe via the International Bartenders Association (https://www.iba-world.com/) Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Steve Bannon, Jack Maxey, Jason Miller, and Raheem Kassam discuss the latest on the coronavirus pandemic as China now tries to deflect any blame for the global outbreak. Roger Kimball and Peter Morici call in to discuss their pieces on China's liability. Dr. Paolo Zanotto calls in to talk about some controversial hydroxychloroquine studies in Brazil.