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Früher pfui und heute hui? Oder damals kein Hit und jetzt der Shit? Wir reden über FILME, DIE SICH VERBESSERT ODER VERSCHLECHTERT HABEN. Oder eben aus welchen Filmen wir raus- und in welche wir reingewachsen sind. Dafür haben Chris, André und Schröck jeweils ein paar Titel zusammen gesammelt, die einem solchen Wandel zum Opfer gefallen sind, so dass es unter anderem um TITANIC, STAR WARS: EPISODE 1, FORREST GUMP oder JAMES BOND: GOLDENEYE gehen wird. Oder um solche Werke wie SPAWN, GHOSTS OF MARS, ANACONDA, den viel zu oft übersehenen BUD AND DOYLE (BIODOME) wie auch ROBIN HOOD - HELDEN IN STRUMPFHOSEN und SHAUN OF THE DEAD. Liegt es nur am Alter? Liegt es an der Qualität? Oder hat es was mit dem Zeitgeist zu tun, warum wir manche dieser Streifen früher gut und heute schlecht finden oder jetzt deutlich mehr mögen als zum Zeitpunkt als wir sie das erste mal sahen. Und was haben dann auch noch solche Filme wie Terry Gilliams BRAZIL, GUYVER: DARK HERO, der berühmt-berüchtigte HALLOWEEN 6 oder SINGING IN THE RAIN in der Diskussion verloren. Findet es zusammen mit den Dreien heraus, die darüber hinaus auch noch wie immer das bequatschen, was sie zuletzt gesehen haben. Also zum Beispiel H3 - HALLOWEEN HORROR HOSTEL oder F1 und THE RUNNING MAN mit Arnold Schwarzenegger, den sich Daniel anlässlich von THE RUNNING MAN von Edgar Wright noch mal gegönnt hat. Und damit wären, mal abgesehen von ein paar weiteren, hier noch nicht genannten Produktionen, auch schon wieder durch für diese Woche. Etienne lässt sich leider entschuldigen, der war leider krank. Daher um so wichtiger: Bleibt bitte so gesund wie gut drauf und viel Spaß im Kino, auf der Couch oder mit dieser Folge. Tschüssi. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hoy dedicamos la sección a "Física para gatos", el libro del historietista Tom Gauld, formado por más de ciento cincuenta viñetas breves que combinan humor y ciencia. El objetivo de Gauld es, sobre todo, hacernos reír, pero muchas de esas viñetas contienen magro científico, al que aprovechamos para echarle un bocado. Hablamos sobre la ley de la máxima parsimonia, sobre la importancia del grupo de control en los experimentos y también sobre el gato de Schrödinger... a través de su compañero, el perro de Schrödinger. Este programa se emitió originalmente el 13 de noviembre de 2025. Podéis escuchar el resto de audios de Más de Uno en la app de Onda Cero y en su web, ondacero.es

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Dëse Weekend sinn d'Walfer Bicherdeeg. D'Kulturredaktioun vum Radio 100,7 ass natierlech do mat um Rendez-vous (zum Beispill e Sonndeg moie mat der VaLibrairie, live aus dem Café littéraire). D'Paule Rodesch war op der Plaz an huet mam Ian de Toffoli, Schrëftsteller an Editeur a mam Änder Visser, Responsabele bei der Walfer Gemeng fir d'Logistik vun de Bicherdeeg iwwer déi lescht Virbereedunge geschwat. Fir d'Gemeng ass et - normalerweis - dat gréissten Evenement am Joer ...

Hunt them down: Wir laufen eine Runde mit THE RUNNING MAN, lassen uns von DIE UNFASSBAREN 3 - NOW YOU SEE ME noch mal einen vorgaukeln und drehen mit HIM - DER GRÖSSTE ALLER ZEITEN ordentlich an der Style-Schraube. Außerdem kriecht noch DIE MY LOVE in Form von Jennifer Lawrence durchs Unterholz, während sich zwei deutsche Filmemacher mit MAKE ME FEEL auf ganz ambitionierte wie angreifbare Pfade wagen. So weit zu den Kinostarts. Daneben haben Antje und Schröck aber auch noch ein paar schnuckelige Mediatheken- und Streaming-Tipps am Start. Zum Beispiel eine erste Ladung an Weihnachtsgeschichten. Also mehr oder weniger, wenn wir von LAST CHRISTMAS, SILENT NIGHT: STUMME RACHE oder den viel zu unbeachteten BETTER WATCH OUT sprechen. Darüber hinaus geht's aber auch noch um das Körpertausch-Comeback FREAKIER FRIDAY, das Powerhouse-Drama BEATING HEARTS, das Flieger-Abenteuer AIR AMERICA, den klassischen Paul Schrader-Kreuzgang THE CARD COUNTER und Roland Emmerichs historischen Verschwörungs-Thriller ANONYMUS, zu dem wir dann auch noch eine passende Doku bei Arte namens ROLAND EMMERICH - WELTENZERSTÖRER, WELTENERBAUER im Angebot haben. Abgerundet durch einen Veranstaltungshinweis zu CASINO. Demnach: viel Spaß im Kino oder auf der Couch und bleibt so gesund wie drauf. Plus: gute Unterhaltung mit dieser Folge. Ciao. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In dieser besonderen Folge von CULTiTALK begrüßt Host Georg Wolfgang die beiden Gästinnen Christina Maertens und Dr. Annett Schröter von der GICON-Gruppe – einem Ingenieurdienstleister mit Sitz in Dresden, der sich durch innovative Projekte und eine bemerkenswert offene Unternehmenskultur auszeichnet. Die Episode widmet sich dem Thema Frauenanteil im Unternehmen und der Frage, was Vereinbarkeit von Beruf und Privatleben in modernen Ingenieursberufen wirklich bedeutet.Christina Maertens, Business Operations, Projects und Sustainability Managerin, gibt spannende Einblicke in ihre Rolle und schildert authentisch, wie flexible Arbeitsmodelle gelebt werden und warum ein hoher Frauenanteil bei GICON kein Zufall ist, sondern Ergebnis einer lang etablierten Kultur der Offenheit und Gleichberechtigung. Sie spricht offen über die Herausforderungen und Chancen, Familie, Karriere und persönliche Entwicklung unter einen Hut zu bringen und betont, wie wichtig eine wertschätzende und transparente Kommunikation für den Zusammenhalt und die Motivation im Team ist.Dr. Annett Schröter, Geschäftsführerin und promovierte Ingenieurin, teilt eindrucksvoll ihren Werdegang von den 80er Jahren bis heute und räumt mit dem Mythos der Männerdomäne Ingenieurwesen auf. Ihre Erfahrungen zeigen, wie wichtig kontinuierliches Lernen, gegenseitiges Vertrauen und echte Diversität – auch im Hinblick auf Alter und internationale Herkunft – für ein erfolgreiches Unternehmen sind. Gemeinsam mit Georg Wolfgang und Christina Maertens diskutiert sie, wie Führung, Vorbilder und die Balance zwischen fachlicher Qualifikation und menschlicher Haltung eine Unternehmenskultur prägen.Die Folge bietet eine inspirierende Mischung aus persönlichen Geschichten, ehrlichem Austausch und klugen Impulsen für Unternehmen, die Diversität und Vereinbarkeit wirklich leben wollen. Ein Must-Listen für alle, die Arbeit neu denken und miteinander wachsen möchten.Alle Links zu Christina Maertens:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/christinamaertens/Unternehmen: http://www.gicon.de Alle Links zu Dr. Annett SchröterLinkedIn:: https://www.linkedin.com/in/annett-schr%C3%B6ter-a4471b2a7/Unternehmen: http://www.gicon.de Alle Links zu Georg und dem Culturizer:Georg: https://www.linkedin.com/in/georg-wolfgangCulturizer: https://culturizer.appCULTiTALK: https://cultitalk.de

(Apologies for Rollo's audio. Fixed at 40:00) Andrew Wilson ​⁠( @The_Crucible ) is a commentator and debater best known for his appearances on the Whatever podcast and his sharp critiques of modern culture, religion, and gender dynamics. On The Michael Sartain Podcast, he discussed his background, worldview, and experiences in online media and debate. Rollo Tomassi ​⁠( @RolloTomassi ) is a best-selling author and recently finished his sixth book "Rational Male: Reignite" 00:00 - Introduction to Andrew Wilson and Rolo Tomassi 01:25 - The Meteoric Growth of Andrew Wilson's Platform and Viral Moments 03:39 - The Crucible Audience and the Lack of Engagement from the Christian Right 04:40 - The Bivo Debate on Cuckoldry and the Viral Fallout 06:23 - Career Transition: From Industrial Mechanic to Content Creator 07:54 - The Origin of the Whatever Podcast Arrangement 10:02 - The Red Pill as a Descriptive Data Packet and Refusal to Engage 11:55 - The Impact of Social Media/Dating Apps and "Female Narcissism" 14:37 - The Squandered Superpower of Female Youth and the Turn to Christianity 16:53 - Sewing Circle Christians: The Pursuit of Control and Status in the Church 17:59 - The Hidden War in Traditional Churches (Prodigal Daughter Scenario) 22:56 - The Suspect Timing of Conversion and the Doctrine of Forgiveness 24:48 - Andrew Wilson's Orthodox Christian Viewpoint and Criticism of Gullibility 27:00 - The Lying Pundits and the George Jenko Softball Interview 28:44 - The Online Ministry Problem: Brand Building over Message 31:09 - The Conflict of Clergy Lacking the Social Software Update 33:27 - Traditional Churches and the Low Divorce Rate Data 35:16 - Social Reinforcement as the Key to Marital Success 37:57 - Secular Marriage is Foolish: The Data on Divorce Rates 38:52 - Social Reinforcement and the Myron Gaines Effect in Politics 40:02 - Pre-Feminism Moral Authority and the Sexual Marketplace 42:27 - The Effect of Coverture Laws on Women's Finances 43:24 - The Role of Free Sex and the Price of Prostitution 45:14 - Anthropological Record and the Male Expendability Factor 46:34 - Marriage is a Religious Institution (Wilson's View) 47:51 - Feminism and Equality: The Endless Appeal to Men for Rights 48:58 - Schrödinger's Feminist: Girl Boss and Ultimate Victim in Superposition 51:49 - The Contradiction of Hypocrisy and the Destiny/Southern Op 01:00:22 - The Root Cause of Inter-Sexual Dynamics: Sexual Ethics 01:03:05 - Therapy Speak and Occultism in Modern Sexual Liberation 01:05:06 - The Soft Power of Women: Crystals, Tarot, and Chick Crack 01:08:37 - Christian Faith is Not Incompatible with Science 01:09:14 - Myron Gaines's 50-Woman Rule Refuted on Moral Value 01:12:41 - The Unequal Exchange of Value and the Ultimate Sacrifice 01:17:50 - The Schrödinger's Feminist Paradox Explained 01:21:05 - The Truth of the Southern Op to Silence Rolo Tomassi 01:28:44 - The Politics of Personal Destruction vs. Debating Ideas 01:37:09 - Covering Your Own Foul and the Age Gap Stigma 01:38:06 - Married Couples Have Little in Common (Opposite of Feminist View) 01:39:39 - The Cherry-Picking of "Dumb" Guests on Dating Podcasts 01:43:45 - The Audience's Need for Pushback Against Uno pposed Narratives 01:45:00 - The Misogynist Label and the Disappointment of Opponents 01:53:55 - Debate Preparation: Arguing in a Vacuum and Avoiding AI 01:56:33 - The Future of AI and Male Employment (Logistics vs. Clerical Work) 01:59:28 - The AI Influencer and Zoomers' Technological Adaptation 02:03:15 - King Wilson's Ideal Political and Social World 02:08:52 - Most Common Misconception of Andrew Wilson: Being a "Mean, Harsh Guy" ————————————————————

Hour 1 - In this, the very twilight zone of the week, Jacob & Tejay a paradox in themselves are much like Schrödinger's cat. In this segment the discuss at length KU Basketball's handling of Darry Peterson and if the youth can lead them to the Big Dance.

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In Berlin wird das Herbstgutachten zur deutschen Wirtschaft vorgestellt. Kein Monat würde dafür besser passen als der November mit all seinen Besonderheiten, meint Fritz Eckenga in seinem satirischen Schrägstrich. Von Fritz Eckenga.

Gëschter Owend (10.11.) gouf zu London de Gewënner vum Man Booker Prize annoncéiert. Et ass d‘Buch "Flesh" vum ungaresch-brittesche Schrëftsteller David Szalay, dat gekréint gouf. D‘Membere vum Jury soten, si haten nach ni ee Buch wéi dat hei gelies. Och d'Popstar d‘Dua Lipa an de Rapper Stormzy si Fan vum Buch. D‘Claire Barthelemy bericht vu London.

Zu viel Disney? Doch sympathisch? Keine Zeit zu bluten? Wir klopfen PREDATOR: BADLANDS noch einmal ganz genau ab. Und haben uns dafür noch Unterstützung ins Studio geholt. Nadja alias Nerdzika hat sich André und Schröck angeschlossen, um noch einmal auf die Jagd zu gehen. Was macht PREDATOR: BADLANDS? Worum geht's? Wie hat es uns gefallen? Und vor allem: wie sehr oder wie wenig gelungen ist es im Vergleich zu all den anderen Filmen. Zum Beispiel zu THE PREDATOR alias PREDATOR: UPGRADE, den Nadja und Schröck dann auch zuletzt gesehen haben. Oder zu ALIENS VS. PREDATOR 2 alias ALIENS VS. PREDATOR - REQUIEM, in dem alles so übel dunkel ist. Und wo wir schon dabei sind: zu ALIEN VS. PREDATOR, der so alles andere als das ist, was sich alle Anwesenden erhofft haben. Darüber hinaus wird es aber auch um die Welt von PREDATOR: BADLANDS gehen oder die Härte, die Gadgets, die deutsche Synchro, die Befürchtungen der Fans, die eigene Skepsis oder die Musik. Und natürlich auch um all die anderen Filme. Mit viel Liebe für PREY, für PREDATOR 2 und natürlich für den originalen PREDATOR mit Arnold Schwarzenegger. Mit etwas weniger Liebe für PREDATOR: KILLER OF KILLERS. Und mit ein wenig Gegenliebe für PREDATORS oder eben PREDATOR: UPGRADE. Deswegen auch noch mal ein Hinweis: es wird einige SPOILER über die alten Filme geben, bei dem allerneusten haben wir uns in Grenzen gehalten. Wir hoffen aber, Ihr habt trotzdem viel Spaß mit dieser Folge oder dann vielleicht auch mit PREDATOR: BADLANDS, falls Ihr ihn denn sehen wollt. Bleibt so gesund wie gut drauf und habt ein schönes Wochenende. Bis bald. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week Erin M. Evans and Treavor Bettis are joined by Amanda Cherry! Together they record the most ADHD filled episode yet and eventually talk about Amanda's Proccess and Moraly Grey Characters!Join our Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/writingaboutdragons Special Guest:Amanda Cherry (FEMMES FATALE)https://www.thegingervillain.com/Starring:Erin M Evans (Empire of Exiles, Brimstone Angels)https://bsky.app/profile/erinmevans.bsky.social B. Dave Walters (A Darkened Wish, Black Dice Society)https://bsky.app/profile/bdavewalters.bsky.social Treavor Bettis (Difficulty Class, Champions of Lore)https://bsky.app/profile/thetreavor.bsky.social Join the Discord!https://discord.gg/MdSVsfpTzu Buy Relics of Ruin!Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Relics-Ruin-Books-Usurper-2/dp/031644104X Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/relics-of-ruin-erin-m-evans/1143299833?ean=9780316441049 Check out B. Dave's Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/bdavewalters Enroll in B. Dave's 14 Day Writer:https://www.theundisputedacademy.com/14-day-writer-home-page

In this episode, Dr. Mark Ettensohn responds to a common question: How can someone with a perfectly normal and mostly happy childhood develop narcissistic personality disorder? The discussion challenges the widespread misconception that narcissism is simply a personality type, a collection of traits, or the result of genetics alone. Dr. Ettensohn explains that pathological narcissism is a disorder of self-esteem regulation and identity formation, not just a pattern of behavior. Drawing on clinical research and developmental theory, he explores how early experiences that appear loving and stable can still leave important parts of the self unseen, unrecognized, or conditionally valued. These subtle, chronic relational injuries, repeated over years rather than occurring as a single traumatic event, can distort the developing self's capacity to maintain a stable and realistic sense of worth. The episode distinguishes between “popular narcissism,” which focuses on abusive behavior, and clinical narcissism, which reflects an internal system of dysregulated self-esteem. Through metaphor and clinical reflection, Dr. Ettensohn illustrates how a child can grow up in an environment that looks healthy on the surface yet still learn to equate love with performance, value with achievement, and safety with control. Additional Resources Website: https://healnpd.org Newsletter: https://healnpd.substack.com Assessment and therapy inquiries: https://healnpd.org/contact Purchase Unmasking Narcissism: A Guide to Understanding the Narcissist in Your Life here: https://amzn.to/3nG9FgH SUBSCRIBE HERE: https://rb.gy/kbhusf LISTEN ON APPLE PODCASTS: https://rb.gy/cklpum LISTEN ON GOOGLE PODCASTS: https://rb.gy/fotpca LISTEN ON AMAZON MUSIC: https://rb.gy/g4yzh8 BECOME A MEMBER: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHeT5kujD1JqHRAi-x8xD-w/join Article Citations: Vater, A., Ritter, K., Schröder-Abé, M., Schütz, A., Lammers, C.-H., & Roepke, S. (2013). When grandiosity and vulnerability collide: Implicit and explicit self-esteem in narcissistic personality disorder. Journal of Behavior Therapy and Experimental Psychiatry, 44(1), 37–47. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.jbtep.2012.07.004 Weinberg I, Ronningstam E. Narcissistic Personality Disorder: Progress in Understanding and Treatment. Focus (Am Psychiatr Publ). 2022 Oct;20(4):368-377. doi: 10.1176/appi.focus.20220052. Epub 2022 Oct 25. PMID: 37200887; PMCID: PMC10187400.

Nova Iorque elegeu como mayor um democrata muçulmano, que segundo Trump é comunista. Zohran Mamdani venceu a corrida, na eleição mais participada de 1969. O julgamento de José Sócrates prossegue, agora sem o advogado de defesa, Pedro Delille. A ministra da Saúde, Ana Paula Martins, continua no cargo, mas os casos sucedem-se. A ameaça de greve dos médicos tarefeiros parece estar para já arredada. No entanto, diz-se por aí que a ministra pediu a Montenegro para sair, só que o primeiro-ministro não quererá uma remodelação ministerial para já. São estes os temas do Eixo do Mal, em podcast, com Clara Ferreira Alves e Luís Pedro Nunes, Daniel Oliveira e Pedro Marques Lopes. Emitido na SIC Notícias a 6 de novembro. Para ver a versão vídeo deste episódio clique aquiSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Die Bundeswehr sucht Nachwuchs. Über die Reaktivierung der Wehrpflicht wird diskutiert. Doch die Bedrohung der Sicherheit Deutschlands ist vielschichtig. Auch die Antworten darauf sind verschieden. Schröder, Gerhard www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Wortwechsel

Ein Blick zurück auf zwei Jahrzehnte deutscher Russlandpolitik. Katja Gloger und Georg Mascolo, Autoren des Buches Das Versagen, sprechen mit Gordon Repinski über Fehleinschätzungen, Verflechtungen und verpasste Warnsignale. Von den Anfängen in Dresden über Putins Rede im Bundestag bis hin zu Nord Stream und der Annexion der Krim. Ein Gespräch über politische Naivität, wirtschaftliche Interessen und die Lehren aus der Ära Merkel. Warum glaubte die Bundesregierung so lange an Wandel durch Annäherung? Welche Rolle spielten Schröder, Merkel und die deutsche Industrie? Und warum konnte Putin bis zuletzt sicher sein, dass er mit Deutschland immer wieder ins Geschäft kommt? Ein analytischer, schonungsloser Rückblick auf die deutsche Russlandpolitik – und die Frage, ob Berlin diesmal wirklich gelernt hat. Das Berlin Playbook als Podcast gibt es jeden Morgen ab 5 Uhr. Gordon Repinski und das POLITICO-Team liefern Politik zum Hören – kompakt, international, hintergründig. Für alle Hauptstadt-Profis: Der Berlin Playbook-Newsletter bietet jeden Morgen die wichtigsten Themen und Einordnungen. Jetzt kostenlos abonnieren. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Die Art Cologne beginnt. Wer bei der gezeigten Kunst nur "schön" sagt, hat verloren, meint Fritz Schaefer in seinem satirischen Schrägstrich. Doch er hat einen Tipp, wie man mithalten kann, wenn ein Kunstwerk einen irritiert zurück lässt. Von Fritz Schaefer.

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Du bist so abgrundtief… spaßig? PREDATOR: BADLANDS überrascht, während DER MANN, DER IMMER KLEINER WURDE… immer kleiner wird. Oder BONE LAKE infernalisch endet, HOW TO MAKE A KILLING ein wenig den Fokus verliert und THE SECRET AGENT ganz schleichend fesselt. Denn das sind alles Titel, die heute im Kino starten und die von André wie Schröck unter die Lupe genommen werden. PREDATOR: BADLANDS sogar noch ein wenig mehr, denn über den und alle weiteren Filme des PREDATOR-Universums reden die beiden am Samstag noch mal ganz ausführlich mit Nadja alias Nerdzika. Vorher gibt's dann aber noch ein paar schöne Streaming- und Mediatheken-Tipps. Zum Beispiel FRANKENSTEIN, der dann jetzt auch bei Netflix startet, THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS, der schon bei Disney+ gestartet ist, sowie MARIA, THE DROP: TÖDLICHES DATE und SEPTEMBER 5: THE DAY TERROR WENT LIVE. Gefolgt von DIE DREI MUSKETIERE (der aus den 90ern), DER EINZIGE ZEUGE (der mit Han Solo) oder I SEE YOU (der, zu dem man nix vorher lesen oder sehen darf) und zwei Hinweisen, die wir selbst noch nicht kennen. Zum einen MEISTER DER APOKALYPSE – ROLAND EMMERICH (eine Doku anlässlich Emmerichs 70. Geburtstag) und zum anderen SARAH KOHR - IM SCHATTEN (bei der ein Freund des Hauses mitspielt). Bei diesen und natürlich allen anderen Empfehlungen wünschen wir Euch nun genauso viel Spaß wie mit dieser Folge. Bleibt gesund wie gut drauf und hoffentlich dann bis Samstag. Cheerio. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Support the show to get full episodes, full archive, and join the Discord community. The Transmitter is an online publication that aims to deliver useful information, insights and tools to build bridges across neuroscience and advance research. Visit thetransmitter.org to explore the latest neuroscience news and perspectives, written by journalists and scientists. Read more about our partnership. Sign up for Brain Inspired email alerts to be notified every time a new Brain Inspired episode is released. To explore more neuroscience news and perspectives, visit thetransmitter.org. My guest today is Dan Nicholson, Assistant Professor of Philosophy at George Mason University, here to talk about his little book, What Is Life? Revisited. Erwin Schrödinger's What Is Life is a famous book that people point to as having predicted DNA and influenced and inspired many well-known biologists ushering in the molecular biology revolution. But Schrödinger was a physicist, not a biologist, and he spent very little time and effort toward understanding biology. What was he up to, why did he write this "famous little book"? Schrödinger had an agenda, a physics agenda. He wanted to save the older deterministic version of quantum physics from the new indeterministic version. When Dan was on the podcast a few years ago, we talked about the machine view of biological systems, how everything has become a "mechanism", and how that view fails to capture what modern science is actually telling us, that organisms are unlike machines in important ways. That work of Dan's led him down this path to Schrödinger's What Is Life, which he argues was a major contributor to that machine metaphor so ubiquitous today in biology. One of the reasons I'm interested in this kind of work is because the cognitive sciences, including neuroscience and artificial intelligence, inherited this mechanistic perspective, and swallowed it so hard that if you don't include the word "mechanism" in your research paper, you're vastly decreasing your chances of getting your work published, when in fact the mechanistic perspective is one super useful perspective among many. Dan's website. Google Scholar. Social: @NicholsonHPBio; @djnicholson.bsky.social What Is Life? Revisited Previous episode: BI 150 Dan Nicholson: Machines, Organisms, Processes 0:00 - Intro 7:27 - Why Schrodinger wrote What is Life 15:13 - Aperiodic crystal and the meaning of code 21:39 - Order-from-order, order-from-disorder 28:32 - Appeal to authority 37:48 - Cell as machine 39:33 - Relation between DNA and organism (development) 44:44 - Negentropy 53:54 - Original contributions 58:54 - Mechanistic metaphor in neuroscience 1:16:05 - What's the lesson? 1:28:06 - Historical sleuthing 1:39:49 - Modern philosophy of biology

Join Captain Jeff, Captain Nick, Producer Liz, Alpha Juliet. Enjoy! APG 682 SHOW NOTES WITH LINKS AND PICS 00:00:00 Introduction 00:05:39 NEWS 00:05:56 Hurricane Melissa 00:16:53 CommuteAir EMB-145 Roanoke-Blacksburg (ROA) Runway Excursion 00:32:57 What Hit the Max? 00:44:31 Safair B738 at Johannesburg on Apr 21st 2024, Dropped Wheel on Departure 00:54:10 Jeppesen Paper Chart Services Ends in One Year 00:58:47 GETTING TO KNOW US 01:24:20 COFFEE FUND 01:26:09 FEEDBACK 01:26:18 Kevin St. John - Toxic Fumes 01:44:06 Kim Vanessa Adam - Most Important Skill to have to be a Successful Pilot? 01:58:25 New York Any Mouse - Unusual Write Up 02:03:06 WRAP UP Watch the video of our live stream recording! Go to our YouTube channel! Give us your review in iTunes! I'm "airlinepilotguy" on Facebook, and "airlinepilotguy" on Twitter. feedback@airlinepilotguy.com airlinepilotguy.com ATC audio from https://LiveATC.net Intro/outro Music, Coffee Fund theme music by Geoff Smith thegeoffsmith.com Dr. Steph's intro music by Nevil Bounds Capt Nick's intro music by Kevin from Norway (aka Kevski) Copyright © AirlinePilotGuy 2025, All Rights Reserved Airline Pilot Guy Show by Jeff Nielsen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

It's back to business-as-usual this week on WTFolklore as we re-calibrate our fairy tale senses with some good ol' fashion eastern european fare, The Glass Mountain, which stars a guy dressed as Hugh Jackman, who is dressed as Jack Black, who is dressed as a school boy.Suggested talking points: A Farquaad Wandering Amongst the Furries, Schrödinger's Wizard, Everything is Shaped like Jack Black, Unmade by Apples, The Line Between "Wonder" and "Nightmare", Prison in the Shape of a PrizeCheck out Gordie's TTRPG, MythomorphosisIf you'd like to support Carman's artistic endeavors, visit: https://www.patreon.com/carmandaartsthingsIf you like our show, find us online to help spread the word! Follow us on Twitter, Facebook, and Youtube. Support us on Patreon to help the show grow at www.patreon.com/wtfolklore. You can find merchandise and information about the show at www.wtfolklorepodcast.com.

Endlich wieder vereint. Für ES - WELCOME TO DERRY und STAR WARS: VISIONEN - STAFFEL 3. Und für so einiges mehr. Denn Alwin, Matthias und Schröck sind tatsächlich zum ersten Mal seit 4 Wochen, seit Matthias im Urlaub und Daniel in München beim BLAUEN PANTHER war, mal wieder wieder gemeinsam vor dem Mikrophon, was natürlich einiges an Redebedarf mit sich bringt. Vor allem bei Schröck, der sich im Rahmen und zur Vorbereitung des BLAUEN PANTHERs so einiges reingezogen hat. Angefangen bei der YouTube-Show THE RACE über die Netflix-Serie CASSANDRA bis hin zu den beiden ARD-Produktionen HERRHAUSEN - HERR DES GELDES und SCHWARZE FRÜCHTE. Im Anschluss daran diskutieren die Drei ihren jeweiligen Ersteindruck zu ES – WELCOME TO DERRY, da die erste oder die ersten beiden Folgen schon auf ein geteiltes Echo im Hause BadaBinge treffen. Kleiner Spoiler: Fortsetzung folgt, zumindest wenn es nach zwei, der drei Herren geht. Das gilt dann auch für die 3. Staffel von STAR WARS: VISIONS, die nur Alwin ganz gesehen hat und dann auch anscheinend etwas kritischer als Daniel sieht. Nichtsdestotrotz legen sie beide noch mal Matthias dringlichst ans Herz, endlich mit der Serie anzufangen. Schließlich wollen sie in einer der nächsten Folgen noch mal ausführlicher darauf eingehen. Bis dahin wünschen wir Euch aber erstmal viel Spaß mit dieser. Und möge der Clown mit Euch sein. 00:00:00 Begrüßung 00:01:53 Daniel berichtet vom blauen Panther 00:02:21 The Race (YouTube) 00:10:16 Cassandra (Netflix) 00:17:12 Herrhausen – Der Herr des Geldes (ARD) 00:22:17 Schwarze Früchte (ARD) 00:29:49 Blauer Panther Fazit & zu den Mediatheken des ÖR 00:33:51 Ersteindruck: Es – Welcome to Derry (Sky/WOW) 01:03:30 Ersteindruck: Star Wars Visions 3 (Disney+) 01:07:49 Verabschiedung

Schröder, Julia www.deutschlandfunk.de, Büchermarkt

Georg Ringsgwandl ist Kabarettist, Musiker und Kardiologe. Jetzt hat er den Bayerischen Kabarettpreis 2025 als Ehrenpreisträger für sein Lebenswerk erhalten. Wir wiederholen einen Talk aus dem Jahr 2023.

Es sei richtig gewesen, bei Putin anfangs auf Entspannung, politischen Dialog und wirtschaftliche Zusammenarbeit zu setzen, sagt Russland-Expertin Katja Gloger. Spätestens mit der Annexion der Krim sei dieser Ansatz aber gescheitert gewesen. Schröder, Gerhard www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Tacheles

For the last century, physics has been treading along the paths set by the same two theories--quantum theory and general relativity--and, let's face it, it's getting pretty boring. Most scientists are simply chasing decimal points in laboratories, unable to explore the theories at large scales, where serious discrepancies could emerge. The situation is a lot like the one physics was in in 1890, right before Planck, Einstein, and Bohr blew the roof off Newtonian physics. As Vlatko Vedral argues in Portals to a New Reality: Five Pathways to the Future of Physics (Basic Books, 2025), that means we are on the brink of a revolution. Vedral shows how quantum information theory has opened radically new avenues for experiments that could upend physics. They can sound very strange--one essentially involves entangling a human with Schrödinger's cat--but they lay bare elements of our theories that are particularly problematic, such as the widespread belief that nothing truly exists unless it is observed. At present these experiments are thought experiments, albeit fascinating ones. But nothing, save inertia and a lack of ambition, stands in our way. Now is the time to rewrite the understanding of the universe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

For the last century, physics has been treading along the paths set by the same two theories--quantum theory and general relativity--and, let's face it, it's getting pretty boring. Most scientists are simply chasing decimal points in laboratories, unable to explore the theories at large scales, where serious discrepancies could emerge. The situation is a lot like the one physics was in in 1890, right before Planck, Einstein, and Bohr blew the roof off Newtonian physics. As Vlatko Vedral argues in Portals to a New Reality: Five Pathways to the Future of Physics (Basic Books, 2025), that means we are on the brink of a revolution. Vedral shows how quantum information theory has opened radically new avenues for experiments that could upend physics. They can sound very strange--one essentially involves entangling a human with Schrödinger's cat--but they lay bare elements of our theories that are particularly problematic, such as the widespread belief that nothing truly exists unless it is observed. At present these experiments are thought experiments, albeit fascinating ones. But nothing, save inertia and a lack of ambition, stands in our way. Now is the time to rewrite the understanding of the universe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/science

For the last century, physics has been treading along the paths set by the same two theories--quantum theory and general relativity--and, let's face it, it's getting pretty boring. Most scientists are simply chasing decimal points in laboratories, unable to explore the theories at large scales, where serious discrepancies could emerge. The situation is a lot like the one physics was in in 1890, right before Planck, Einstein, and Bohr blew the roof off Newtonian physics. As Vlatko Vedral argues in Portals to a New Reality: Five Pathways to the Future of Physics (Basic Books, 2025), that means we are on the brink of a revolution. Vedral shows how quantum information theory has opened radically new avenues for experiments that could upend physics. They can sound very strange--one essentially involves entangling a human with Schrödinger's cat--but they lay bare elements of our theories that are particularly problematic, such as the widespread belief that nothing truly exists unless it is observed. At present these experiments are thought experiments, albeit fascinating ones. But nothing, save inertia and a lack of ambition, stands in our way. Now is the time to rewrite the understanding of the universe. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Denne delen av “Skarlagensnatt i Berlin» tar oss fra Crowleys iscenesatte selvmordsbrev ved Boca do Inferno i Portugal, via møte med Fernando Pessoa, til eksilet i Berlin der han krysset stier med både Einstein, Schrödinger og Huxley. Vi ser på hvordan Crowley knyttet den nye fysikken til sitt magiske verdensbilde, og hvordan han forsøkte å slå seg inn i Berlins kunstscene midt i en by som sto på kanten av politisk og kulturell transformasjon.https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7R_1UeHS7EVMdNCGTh68kmS2vqz8vnPmhttps://www.patreon.com/taakeprathttps://www.taakeprat.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Heftig: Mit BABO - DIE HAFTBEFEHL-STORY rechnet ein Künstler mit sich selbst ab. So intensiv, dass BUGONIA, GOOD BOY, MEMORY HOTEL oder DRACULA - DIE AUFERSTEHUNG, die heute im Kino starten, erst danach von André und Schröck besprochen werden. Vorher müssen sie erst einmal diese Netflix-Doku verarbeiten, die gerade durch ziemlich viele Medien rauf und runter diskutiert wird. Ansonsten haben die beiden nicht mehr so wirklich viele Streaming-Tipps im Angebot. Zum einen FINAL DESTINATION 6: BLOODLINES für all diejenigen, die bisher immer noch keine Zeit für den Tod auf der Leinwand hatten, und zum anderen ER IST WIEDER DA, falls es noch einen Nachschlag in Sachen Absurdität braucht. Deutlich mehr geben heute die Mediatheken her, in denen sich so schöne Titel wie 5 ZIMMER, KÜCHE, SARG oder DIE KLAPPERSCHLANGE befinden, echte Geheimtipps wie OLD HENRY oder ENFANT TERRIBLE lauern und dann auch noch mal dem Nachwuchs eine Chance gegeben wird. Denn unser lieber Freund Max Gleschinski, der Regisseur von KAHLSCHLAG, den wir mal mit ihm zusammen im Rahmen eines TELEKOLLEKTIVS geschaut haben, durfte für das Erste Deutsche Fernsehen einen Serienfilm namens POLIZEIRUF 110 - TU ES! drehen - und das soll natürlich gewürdigt werden. Zu guter Letzt gibt es noch ein kleines Gewinnspiel für die Trash-Nacht in Wolfenbüttel, bevor wir Euch nun ein schönes Wochenende und so viel Spaß im Kino wie auf der Couch oder mit dieser Folge wünschen. Bleibt gesund und gut drauf und passt auf Euch auf. Oxir be. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to another episode of the Online Warriors Podcast! Happy Halloween! This week were going to revisit Schrodinger's Cat Burglar! We'll get an inside look at the development of Schrödinger's Cat Burglar.   Schrödinger's Cat Burglar - Tell us a about yourself - I understand you're an animator turned game designer, so kind of walk us through your personal journey a little bit? (0:54) - When developing the game, did you start with the story and character animations, or did you jump right into the programming and let the game sort of build itself? (3:57) - Do you have any personal attachment to cats or animals in general that might have influenced the creation of Mittens? (5:23) - The game clearly suggest heavy use of quantum physics. Beyond the classic Schrodinger's cat example, did you find yourself really studying this topic to deepen your own understanding and then use that learning to create new challenges/ abilities? (6:18) - The demo gives players a taste of what's to come. What are you most excited about for players to experience in the full version of the game? (8:52) - Are there any other animals in the game like rats since they are common test subjects? Does lazy Susan have abilities for example? (10:31) - You started this project as a solo developer, but your team has grown over time. What were some pros and cons to working alone versus having a small team behind your work? (12:01) - So, you described some moments during the development process when you had to step back and rethink a design choice or direction. How did you approach making those tough decisions? (15:20) - *Schrödinger's Cat Burglar* allows for both couch and remote co-op. How did you approach designing the gameplay with multiplayer in mind, and what sort of challenges did that present? (18:11) - How did you approach designing the various puzzles in the game? What was the process of making them challenging but fair? (19:59) - For others interested in making their own game, any words of wisdom? (21:52) - Any last words he wants the listeners to know - when we might be able to expect a release date? (23:34)   Special shoutout to our Patreon Producers: Steven Keller and Loyd Weldy!   We'd like to thank each and every one of you for listening in every week. If you'd like to support the show, you can drop us a review on your favorite podcast platform or, if you're feeling extra generous, drop us a subscribe over at Patreon.com/OnlineWarriorsPodcast. We have three tiers of subscriptions, each of which gives you some awesome bonus content! As always, we appreciate you tuning in, and look forward to seeing you next week! Stay safe and healthy everyone! Find us all over the web: Online Warriors Website: https://www.onlinewarriorspodcast.com Online Warriors Twitter: https://twitter.com/onlinewarriors1 Illeagle's Twitter: https://twitter.com/OWIlleagle86 Nerdbomber's Twitter: https://twitter.com/OWNerdbomber Techtic's Twitter: https://twitter.com/OWTechtic Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/onlinewarriorspodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/onlinewarriorspodcast/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwOwzY6aBcTFucWEeFEtwIg Merch Store: https://onlinewarriorspodcast-shop.fourthwall.com/

Hosts: Sorg, Mad Mike & Rizz This week we dive into NXT's Halloween Havoc and all its chaos — Jeff Hardy's tribute to Bray Wyatt, Trick Williams' big moment, and an unexpected AAA crossover. We also talk Braun Strowman's new Everything on the Menu series, revisit the WELC match between El Torito and Hornswoggle, and speculate on a Vince Russo JCW run. What We Learned: Viral promos need better payoffs Tatum Paxley finally shines Jelly Roll's inspiring story with Triple H Happy anniversary to WWE 2K20's infamous bugs

Holland? Niederlande! Nimmt aber kaum jemand so genau, meint Peter Zudeick in seinem satirischen Schrägstrich. Jedenfalls stehen dort nun 27 Parteien bei der Parlamentswahl auf dem Zettel. Könnte ein ganz schönes Durcheinander bringen. Von WDR5.

Hosts: Sorg, Mad Mike & Rizz This week we dive into NXT's Halloween Havoc and all its chaos — Jeff Hardy's tribute to Bray Wyatt, Trick Williams' big moment, and an unexpected AAA crossover. We also talk Braun Strowman's new Everything on the Menu series, revisit the WELC match between El Torito and Hornswoggle, and speculate on a Vince Russo JCW run. What We Learned: Viral promos need better payoffs Tatum Paxley finally shines Jelly Roll's inspiring story with Triple H Happy anniversary to WWE 2K20's infamous bugs

Hosts: Sorg, Mad Mike & Rizz This week we dive into NXT's Halloween Havoc and all its chaos — Jeff Hardy's tribute to Bray Wyatt, Trick Williams' big moment, and an unexpected AAA crossover. We also talk Braun Strowman's new Everything on the Menu series, revisit the WELC match between El Torito and Hornswoggle, and speculate on a Vince Russo JCW run. What We Learned: Viral promos need better payoffs Tatum Paxley finally shines Jelly Roll's inspiring story with Triple H Happy anniversary to WWE 2K20's infamous bugs

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19 It Doesn t Matter, and I Don t Understand. In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way      "You are so good to me, Zane, and I appreciate it," Barbie Lynn murmured. "You never give me less than 100% and I've never felt like you take me for granted." "It is you and only you, Sarah, Cindy, Eve, umm, help me out here," I grinned. Barbie Lynn lilted in the voice of an angel while she pressed off the glass with her upper body and leveraged down onto my cock. I shifted one hand off an ass cheek to move it to the back of her neck and pull her face in and up to mine. She also constricted her anal muscles around my shaft, concentrating on my cockhead. "Does this make my body more familiar to you?" she panted, our lips only inches away. "Not as much as these eyes, these eyes of my own beautiful seraph," I whispered. Barbie Lynn completed the kiss. Her hips rotated up slightly and mine shifted lower and under so that my penetration reached deep inside. For thirty seconds we kept the tender kiss going before she had to break free. "Oh, Jesus, Zane, this feels so good, I can't, oh, Lord Jesus," she gasped out as I shifted out, then back in rhythmically. "More time, I want more time with you, Zane," Barbie Lynn panted with a heavy breath. "We have tests this afternoon and Vivian is waiting," I shook my head in disappointment. Fierce passion engulfed both of us. Clearly, I got my money's worth from the contractor who had installed the shower because the glass wall didn't give way despite our enthusiasm. "Lord Jesus loves, ," Barbie Lynn screamed across campus. Her arms locked my head and shoulders in place, her face grinding into my chest. Her torso desperately tried to impale her hole deeper onto my rod. Her scream degenerated to an uncontrolled growling against me while I kept her back to the glass and up against my body. "Zane, I know I've been really needy today but you've been so kind and understanding, and I appreciate you putting up with me the kind way you have," Barbie Lynn snuggled into me. "You are the best." That's what I wanted to talk to Barbie Lynn about, taking me for granted and using me like a sex toy. Boy, I just saved myself from acting like a total ass! "Babe, you are better than I deserve." I kissed her neck as I lowered her legs down to the tiled floor. "If I ever take you for granted, promise me you'll kiss me, rub your body against me front and back, and then walk away. I guarantee you I'll fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness." "I like it when you beg," she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Why am I being nice to you again?" I teased. Barbie Lynn simply let her eyes go wide and innocent with a cute little smile on her face. "Oh, yeah," I whistled, "you give me hope, happiness, and warmth in good times and bad." "My body has nothing to do with it?" she questioned in a coquettish fashion. "It's passable," I shrugged as I cut the water off, "but I hope you will fill out one day, you know, quit the training bra and become a little more womanly." Mind you, Barbie Lynn hadn't seen a training bra in ten years. Hourglasses went to Barbie for lessons on how they should be shaped and her ass was the perfect balance between fantasy cheerleader and soccer girl. "Thank you for spending time with someone as poorly endowed as me," she purred. "I admit that I'm holding out for Doctor Burns. He's got it going on," I struggled to say convincingly. Barbie Lynn fought valiantly to hold back her reaction to the thought of seeing our over-70-year-old male Biology teacher in any sexual manner. "Burns without his clothes on is an image I could have forever gone without," she shuddered. "Gosh, I value you more than my own personal desires so I guess I'm stuck with you, Barbie Lynn," I sighed playfully. "Would you two get out of the shower!" barked Vivian. She was sitting in a chair in the main room. We stepped out of the shower, grabbed the waiting towels, and began drying each other off. Vivian surprised me by keeping a somewhat detached eye on the two of us. Maybe she wanted to make sure Barbie Lynn and I didn't turn drying into fondling, thus ending up with us rolling on the tiled floor. The floor would be uncomfortable but having hot, sweaty Barbie Lynn flesh pressing into me, I put this on my 'to do' list. We quickly got dressed and moved to where Vivian was standing and waiting. It wasn't until we were making our way to the elevator that Vivian spoke. "Barbie Lynn, would you take the elevator? Zane and I need to take the stairs," she said. "Sure thing, Vivian," Barbie Lynn smiled. She stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "I'll see ya Sunday night, slugger." "I kinda, sorta have a standing date with Heaven," I cautioned her, "so if you come by, be careful." I didn't miss Vivian rolling her eyes in exasperation. The elevator came and took Barbie Lynn away. I waved Vivian to the stairwell, held the door for her, and together we went down. "What are we going to do?" I broke the insufferable silence. "What do you mean?" Vivian evaded. "Damn it!" I snapped. Since I stopped moving, Vivian decided to stop too. "Yes?" she looked to me with what I was learning to read was a disarming friendliness. "I want to make you happy but I don't want to change, Vivian," I grumbled. "So, what are we going to do?" "How much of your time and energy are you willing to devote to Christ?" she countered. I had to think that over. Monday was no good; it was Recovery night. Tuesday was 'make it up to the girls' night. Wednesday was Specialty Night, Thursday, that was no good; it was Orgy Night. Friday was first date night, Saturday was SYFY/Party night and Sunday was second-date night. "I am on a committee at Church on Wednesday nights and I go to both Sunday school and Church service on Sundays," I offered. "Isn't that enough religious stuff?" "Zane, do you have sex at Church?" Vivian pierced me with her eyes. I was so boned because while I was preparing some sort of verbal obfuscation, Vivian sighed and looked down at the stairs. "Why do I even bother?" she moaned with despair. She looked up at me, clearly in pain, "It is a Church, Zane. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Because it definitely means something to me." "Vivian, it is a building, made of stained glass, brick, stone, and lumber," I responded heatedly, "and I don't need any of those to be in God's presence." "It was sex in a church," Vivian nearly screamed. "Come on, now, do you respect anything at all?" "You are right, I don't respect a building simply because someone declares it to be holy. I don't recall my vote being consulted. I don't respect people who bully with scripture but won't study the original Greek and Latin texts it was written in to learn what was really said. I don't respect anyone who refuses to think for themselves and listens to some two-bit liar like Pastor William." "He is your pastor," Vivian growled back. "He deserves, " "Nothing," I snapped. "He's an adulterer, and I've seen it with my own two eyes so don't you dare lecture me on him. If you defend him, it is only because you don't know shit about him." Vivian glared at me but I could see she was trying to see if I was making stuff up. "I respect you, Vivian, and that's no lie," I continued. "Since our fight I haven't a clue what to do with you but I have respected you. You believe in give and take; you believe in consequences and redemption. The only other person I've met like you is Iona. I trust Iona with more than my life; I trust her with Rio's." "Right now you are pissing the hell out of me, but that doesn't change the fact that I trust you and respect you," I added. "I don't need someone with spiritual authority to tell me what to do; my heart does that for me." "Zane, it is the constant sex," Vivian groaned. "I thought I could take it but it never seems to slow down with you." I had to think that over. "Vivian, you can't confuse love and sex," I insisted. "You are in love with your boyfriend and you two have been through some rough patches and survived. Sex without passion is masturbation, Vivian. If you are ever tempted, fall back on your love for that man because when you love something, there is nothing you will let stand in your way." I could see the turn in the argument defused some of Vivian's wrath and sent her mind down different pathways. "Okay, then why is it okay for you to have sex without love?" Vivian said as we resumed our progress downstairs. "I love in different ways, Vivian. I love Iona and Rio as best friends, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love Heaven and Paige because they do for me things that make me want to do for them right back. I love Brandi and Opal because they are fun and they give me the space to be me. I love Barbie Lynn, well, just because it feels natural and right. Christina, Christina, I will always love without cause or reason. I love her," I related. "If Christina asked you to stop seeing all those other women, would you?" Vivian asked with a glimmer of hope. "I don't know. Our pseudo-agreement lets me have my college years to go wild before I give it all up to be a good husband and father," I replied. "Are you thinking of going to Christina and asking for her help with me?" "Yes. Yes, I am," Vivian told me. "The only problem with that plan is that it requires Christina to declare her feelings toward me and make a commitment about what she wants to do with me," I pointed out. "Good luck with that." We hit the bottom of the stairs at a run and raced through the halls and doors on our way to the Dining Hall. We found Christina and company waiting outside for us when we got there. Christian handed a thick envelope over, my bribe to Deacon of the Warlord's motorcycle gang. "Heaven, date night Sunday? I've found a theater playing Hugo," I asked my fox-faced girl. "What? You think you can ask me out on Friday for a date on Sunday? What kind of girl do you think I am?" she growled. "Heaven, you weren't here for most of the week, and you have to admit the world had gone crazy. Come on, Babe," I pleaded. "I'll have to think about it," Heaven grumbled. Behind her back all her other friends were stifling their grins. All those grins fell behind impassive masks when Heaven turned around facing them and stomped back and forth. "What's the problem, Heaven?" Hope asked. "Barbie Lynn comes skipping across the yard from her dorm with a smile that outshines the Sun, Heaven began. "She said she's been doing intensive physical therapy," Christina interrupted. Yay! I've graduated to being considered exercise equipment. "Harrumph," Heaven grunted. "How come his hair is wet? Besides, he's taking another girl home for the weekend." "It's Iona," Chastity explained. "Think about how wound up he's going to be by Sunday evening, because you know he's not going to do anything Iona's uncomfortable with." "Yes," added Faith, "he'll be ready to knock 'em out of the ballpark after a whole weekend of physical denial. Maybe you shouldn't go out with him; he's probably going to be pretty fierce." Heaven glared at all her friends before turning on me. "Fine, I'll go out with you, but if I can still walk by curfew, you had better know I'm going to make next week hell for you. Are we clear?" Heaven threatened. "Is that all Zane is to you, a sexual release valve?" Vivian gasped before I could answer Heaven. "You are making light of a serious moral struggle for him." "Vivian, Zane was the first man to tell me he loved me and I've believed," Christina said. "He saved me from a fight and academic troubles by putting his body on the line," Chastity added. "Me too," continued Hope. "He pretty much saved my life," Faith chimed in, which oddly twisted back to ruining her life with Christina and company when I exposed her as the Chancellor's spy. Maybe the girls had made up somehow. "He's put up with more of my crap than I care to get into. He loves me for who I am, and he's my lover and boyfriend," Heaven clarified. "If you spent one night with Zane making love, you would know I'm more of an addict than anything else. It is just that I get, grumpy when he's not around every minute of every day." Everyone's eyes sort of gravitated toward me. "You are all great women but I have to go to class," I grinned, then took off. Vivian raced to catch up with me. "Do you have commitment issues?" she panted beside me. "No. I was getting hard. All that feminine compassion directed my way was getting me sexually aroused and they were all staring at my crotch," I explained. "I figured running away was the best resolution for what was coming down the pipeline." "Have you ever considered chemical castration?" Vivian asked. WHAT? The last quarter of the school day went rather well, considering I had to juggle balls once between classs. (Apparently I resemble a dancing bear or something.) My second chore required me to bounce a soccer ball on my knees for a trip to the soccer field. Considering some of the crap I've had to do here, I almost volunteered to do it walking backwards. Karate started out so surprisingly normal (not my normal, but normal-normal), I should have known better. We had barely finished warming up and stretching when Gabrielle Black walked into the room. She stood against the far wall poised for our dispersal into teams. When first team knelt and waited for Coach Gorman's instructions for today, Gabrielle made her approach. "Coach Gorman, we seem to have had some difficulty connecting so I decided this would be the best place to meet," Gabrielle said in a deceptively upbeat manner. "I'm teaching a class," Gorman replied deadpan. "I teach several classes. I guess that makes me a teacher. In fact, I'm teaching right now, get lost." "I'd rather not." Gabrielle gave her deadliest smile. "Care to make me?" They really need to start psychological testing of the staff at FFU, or at least stop giving them daily doses of testosterone. "Since reason and rationality have clearly avoided you like the plague," Gorman growled, "why don't you tell me what you have in mind?" "A little sparing match," Gabrielle suggested. "So you really need to see if you can kick my ass, or is it just that you have to be Alpha bitch?" Gorman countered. Several of the more religious-minded students gasped, but they didn't realize this wasn't a game. Someone needed to do something, and of course it had to be me. I didn't very well have the time to overdose Rio with caffeine and throw her at Gabrielle. Besides, I am sure that's a war crime. "Me first!" I declared as I broke free of my second-team circle and walked toward the two adults. This was the point where I expected one or both of the women to tell me to ass out, mind my own business, I'm stupid, or something. Gabrielle stepped back and stripped off her jacket and slipped off each boot. I figured that since I was about to die, I'd best get rid of my gi; that way they'd have something to drape over my lifeless eyes. "Zane, what are you doing?" Cappadocia belatedly hissed at me. "Eh, you know, sometimes a woman has to be put in her place," I joked. It wasn't like Gabrielle was going to take it easy on me in the first place. Several girls laughed at what they were sure was levity on my part. You see, I was about to become a legend. Unfortunately, it was the legend of Don Quixote, damn fucking windmills dressed in tight black form-fitting outfits. To the credit of my limited intellect, I approached this fight with a totally different philosophy than any I'd faced before. I discarded every tenet of Thai kick-boxing (except the one that says never do anything that will make the lady-boys mock you). I went completely defensive, abandoning any hope of striking Gabrielle. I figured if such an opportunity presented itself, it would only be a trap. It took Gabrielle about two seconds to unravel my master plan, then she was on me like a fart in an airplane bathroom, choking the life out of you with nowhere to run. Because I am such a badass, it took Gabrielle eight more seconds to land a telling blow. I staggered back but instead of coming at me, she shifted to my side. Since I had my arms up to defend my head, she was slipping out of my field of vision. There was an added bonus; I discovered I couldn't hear her move over the mats. I somersaulted in the other direction which bought me a few more seconds, but I never regained my feet. Once more she opted to shift to my flank than come head-on. A man on his knees cannot out-turn a woman on her feet. I caught her knee in my shoulder, propelling me face-first into the mat. I tried to turn with the blow so I could keep eyes on her. Gabrielle slammed into my shoulder blade and I slapped the mat hard. I pressed up with my arms but Gabrielle was on my back so fast I might as well have been standing still. For a second our legs struggled as she tried to put me into a leg lock. Then her body rolled over on me and drove three fingers into my spine right above the coccyx. Blinding pain exploded over my body and I screamed. I wasn't paralyzed but I didn't need to be; I was in too much God-damn pain. Gabrielle's body was tight against my back. One hand cupped my chin and the other was placed on the back of my skull. She gave my head a quarter-twist. "You are dead," she whispered. Technically, she would have merely snapped my spine at the base of my skull. My cells would have struggled on for a few more minutes but that hardly seemed to be the point. Gabrielle stood up within inches of me and gave me an emotionless, pitiless stare. "Did you get what you wanted?" she asked softly. "We'll see," I grunted, then rolled onto my back. "Did you put me in my place?" she queried next. I had to chuckle, then I had to choke back on the pain. "Oh, yeah, we are perfectly placed." Seeing her brows crowd together in displeasure, I added with a pained gasp, "You've clearly never stood on a mirror and looked up at your cleavage the way I am now." Gabrielle reached down and touched my wrist before letting her fingers work up to my elbow. She pulled me up quite rapidly and gave me a soulless, piercing gaze. "You are insane," Gabrielle noted. That wasn't said as a joke or a condemnation. She said it as if she was recognizing a kindred spirit. When you are ten years old, being best friends with an assassin sounds pretty cool. Most of us grow out of that. After all, being buddies with a person who has a casual disregard for human life might come back to haunt you if they ever decide you are an encumbrance they can do without. "When I beat you, can I draw a smiley face on your forehead?" I blurted out. Why did I say those things? Maybe it was a brain tumor, or maybe Gabrielle was right and I am insane. Maybe my buddy Don Quixote was telling me the windmill is still standing. "What do I get when I beat you, again?" she inquired. "I've developed an inside track on some authentic saltwater taffy," I shrugged. Gabrielle didn't seem very impressed. "I could feel honor-bound to jump on the next grenade thrown your way?" "I'll think of something when the time comes," Gabrielle informed me. Turning to Gorman, she said, "Are you ready?" "I'd like a, Wilhelmina started to say as she stood. Dana put a hand on Willy's shoulder and shook her head. "I've got this," Coach said. She stood up and discarded her gi, depending on your point of view, she was fortunately/unfortunately wearing a white sports bra. Wait! Am I in chest-to-chest proximity with Gabrielle while scoping out Dana? Was I dropped on my head repeatedly as a child? Maybe I should hunt down my former nanny and ask her. "Let's make Zane's idiocy, Dana continued telling Captain Willy, ", worth more than the beating he took." Gorman stripped off her pants, revealing white biker shorts. It was very cinematic; Gorman in white and Black in black. Sadly, I believed White needed some serious Divine intervention to win this showdown. "Zane," Gabrielle requested my attention with that deathly quiet voice of hers. I must have looked pretty scared because she almost smiled at me. "You can let go of my hand now." Jumping back felt like a surefire way to test her killer instinct so I let go of her hand and backed away slowly and carefully. Only after I gave us some space did I contemplate the trust she'd put in me, allowing anyone to be that close outside of combat. I was walking past Dana when she grabbed my shoulder, stopping my progress. She pointed me to the spot on the floor she had just vacated. Wow, I had my ass kicked and still made First Team. I moved over to my new place in the hierarchy and thanked Dana in the only way I knew how. "Does this mean you are going to sit on my lap when you get back?" I said with a voice as sincere as I was serious. "Zane," Coach Gorman said over her shoulder. She was keeping her eyes on Gabrielle, "when I get back, I am giving grave consideration to having a general melee, and I'm placing a bounty on your head if we do. You will have all weekend to recover." A general melee sounded a whole lot like a 'beat up the new guy' kind of thing, and I had planned on devoting my weekend to Iona. Further banter was ended by Black and Gorman facing off. Willie gave the 'Go' and things went John Wu-crazy. My bright shining moment was delivered right off the bat. Gorman went fullout, denying Gabrielle the ability to control the maneuvering in the fight the way she'd controlled me. My beating hadn't been in vain; Gabrielle undoubtedly knew Gorman's fighting style but Dana knew nothing of hers. My body had bought Dana what little insight Gabrielle had been willing to give up. After all, Gabrielle knew my game from the moment I'd thrown out my challenge. Still, she had to beat me up to get at Dana. I could take on most members of the first team and, as Dana constantly reminds the world, I can take a beating, which meant I was the body for the job. I've fought Gorman on several occasions and she's damn impressive. Gabrielle was doing crap I'd never seen before and I wasn't even sure was humanly possible. I swear, if she'd turned into a Terminator, I couldn't have been more surprised. Dana's fighting prowess only went up in my estimation because she wasn't impaled on Gabrielle's fist in the first thirty seconds. It wasn't a misstep that screwed up Dana's game plan; her mistake was predictability. One second she was pushing Gabrielle back and the next she was on the floor, struggling to keep Gabrielle from establishing a chokehold. For a second I contemplated grabbing up Cappy and Willy, then rushing Gabrielle. After all, it would have been a shame for Dana to die alone. It would also seriously curtail my desire for an open-casket funeral but hey, Dana is almost a friend. Dana wasn't finished yet. Unknown to me, she has the ability to dislocate and relocate her shoulder. No one in the class wanted to consider how painful that had to be. The loud popping noise was enough to make us decide to miss dinner. Dana got an elbow and fist in before they separated. They went at it again, but this time, it was harder on Dana. I could feel that her confidence was shaken now that she had a clearer measure of Gabrielle's strengths and weaknesses. Gabrielle remained a steadfast cypher. If Dana was turning out to be a tougher opponent to crack than she'd expected, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. What she was doing was exhibiting the iron stamina of a triathlete. Dana wasn't fighting for air but I didn't see Gabrielle even breaking a sweat yet. Had I been Dana, this would have been the time I started crying out to a vengeful God for forgiveness. Dana didn't do that. Instead, digging down to her dogged determination and fighting on, her game, her gamble, was for Gabrielle to screw up somehow and take advantage of it. She had to hope that something came up before her endurance failed. And in the fourth minute of the fight, it happened. Of course it was a trap. I couldn't blame Dana for risking it because fighting hard, non-stop, for over four minutes is its own form of torture. Gabrielle caught Dana's leg, swept the other one out from under our Coach, then finished up with driving an elbow into her hip as they hit the mat. There is fast, unbelievably fast, a weasel on speed, and then Gabrielle, and if you gave a weasel enough speed to keep up with Gabby, the weasel would explode first. Dana is fast, but I'm faster and I know I didn't have a prayer of blocking Gabrielle at this point in their fight. The blow to Gorman's hip seemed to have temporarily paralyzed that leg. Without the leg, her torso below the ribcage was fatally exposed. Getting repeatedly punched in the stomach sucked. Sadly, Dana thought the same thing and totally missed Gabrielle flipping her over onto her stomach. Gabrielle came down with a palm to the center of Dana's spine. It had to hurt, but I had little doubt that if Gabby had used her fist, the spine would have been broken. "We are done here," Gabrielle announced calmly as she rose to her feet. No one said a word until Dana stirred on the ground. With varying degrees of speed, the first team swarmed over Dana. I alone approached Gabrielle. After she finished dressing and stood, she acknowledged my presence. "Did you learn what you wanted to know?" I asked. "Yes," she stated, once more into her emotionless mode. "Then you asked the wrong question." I drilled her with a combination of bravery and anger. Gabrielle walked away without acknowledging my statement. She got to the door and stopped before exiting through the door. "What do you think I should have asked?" she said with a vapor of condescension. "You should have asked us if we can help," I told her. Maybe I'm na ve, but I'm sure she's facing her past alone. Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well. Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She'd given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class. "You can use my room this weekend if you like," I broached the silence. "I'll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you." "I don't want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane," Vivian replied. "I want to sleep in my own bed." "That's bull- , I decided saying "shit", while a minor infraction, wouldn't do my argument any good. "You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She's not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic." "I don't know what to think," she replied. "I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage." "I knew she was flirty but that was it," she continued. "Now, now she's moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple." She sighed. "Fine, not like a 'normal' married couple so we don't need to go there." Ah, no mention of anal sex I see. "Vivian, I don't like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand," I tried to explain. "There was no seduction between us, we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I'd spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn't know." "My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked," I said. "I'm in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life." "She thought I was 'Glenda's' brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl's college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed," I concluded. "Zane, that explains nothing," Vivian observed. "Okay, I could have been clearer," I admitted. "What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn't change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church." "And you want me to sleep with her when I've avoided the pleasure for the past three years?" Vivian refused to give in. "I'd want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn't already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they'd hit on you if given half a chance," I outlined. "I can sleep alone, Zane," Vivian stated. "I know that, but do you want to?" I asked. Vivian didn't immediately reply. "You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night," I added. "Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?" Vivian inquired. "Your happiness matters to me," I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke. "Coach Gorman warned me about this," Vivian groaned. "Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?" "Is that an invitation?" I perked up. "No," she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. "I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn't constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes." "What's your favorite cupcake?" I grinned. "Behave yourself," she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated. "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. "That's a good boy," Vivian acknowledged. "When I'm a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie," I prodded. "We are Not going to go there," Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that. I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I'd ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my 'room' when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her. I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room, where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans, my life is pretty freaking weird enough already. I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn't mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she'd need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded. "No problem, Bro," Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She's a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her. "Damn it," Rio snarled, "you can't give my room to that Jesus-freak!" By 'my room' she really meant my (Zane's) room and 'Jesus-freak' was Vivian, who was eight feet away looking at her. "It isn't going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio," I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject. "Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I'd be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space," I explained. "Fine, we'll crash at Aunt Jill's," Rio smirked. "I'm sure she can't shut the door before I get a foot in. She's far too nice to break it or kick me out." Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill's reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator. "Okay," I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio. "Sweet!" Rio trumpeted. "We'll meet you at the car." "We are not going," I corrected Rio. "Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night." "Your loss, Princess," Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along. "I'm sorry, Iona," I said to my petite friend. "I promise I'll make it up to you." "I'm not looking for any particular place but a particular man," she smiled serenely. "Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see," I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people. When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side. "Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?" I whispered. "Sure. Wait,  are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?" Val smirked. "I've already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don't feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I'd appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts," I chuckled. "Fine, I'll stay, but you'll owe me one," Valerie smiled. "By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?" "I'll let you know when my concussion fades," I responded. "That good, huh?" Valerie persisted. "In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana's back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle's brow," I related. "Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own," Valerie snorted. "I thought you were a bad-ass," I taunted her. I really didn't want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf. "Granddad is a bad-ass; I'm a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I'm not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life," she huffed. "Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of," I jibbed back. Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment. "Let me finish Raven off and I'll take you there," Valerie said. "Valerie, she's killing you," I noted. "I like a challenge," Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin. Rio came storming up at us half-way down. "You motherfucker," she snarled. "Problems?" I replied cautiously. "Mercy said she wasn't going with me," Rio growled. "What did you do?" I asked. "I slapped the bitch," Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn't too happy either. "You put her up to this, didn't you?" "I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time," I explained. "Did it hurt?" Rio knew I wasn't talking about Mercy's pain. "Yes," she rumbled. "If I can't trust her, I can't use her." "Whatever you decide to do, I'll live with," I shrugged. "I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did." Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input. "Mercy is my deal, Zane. She's my responsibility and I'll take care of her without your interference," Rio stated aggressively. "It doesn't work that way. People aren't one dimensional and you can't expect to help people and not have them change," I countered. "You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you've borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is, you annoy her so much." "Yeah," Rio finally deflated, "she was looking pretty miserable." "Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us," I reminded her. "I wasn't asking for anyone's help," Rio insisted. "In that case, get in Zane's car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison," Valerie now interjected. "Ha!" Rio snorted. "That's no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away." "Zane," groaned Valerie, "do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?" "I get a lot of that," I answered. "What now, Rio?" "I go back to my room," she sighed, "apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room." "No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep," I cautioned Rio. "Fuck you," Rio muttered darkly. "Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I'll be good, okay, I'll be as good as I can be." With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door. "I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you," Valerie snorted. "Umm, she grows on you, kind of like a tapeworm," I chuckled. "I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back," Valerie noted. "I'll catch you tomorrow night." "Sure thing, but I may need you for that 'thing' if I can set up a meeting," I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out. Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car, with a suitcase. "Hey, Paige, what's up?" I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn't invited her and I didn't want her coming along on Iona's weekend. "I thought I'd let you spend the weekend with me," Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. "You are late, by the way." "No, Paige, this is Iona's, I started to say. "It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige," Iona stepped up and hugged her. "It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door." "Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?" I warned her. "We'll see," Paige smirked. "I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him," Iona beamed. "He'll crack," Paige wagered. "No, he won't. I trust him," Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second. "Okay, I'm game. We'll see if we can break him," Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I'm being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I'd have been happier if there wasn't a police car in the driveway. I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up. "Zane, why would the police be here?" Iona worried. "Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?" Paige mused. "Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good," I responded. "Paige, they don't house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are." Iona didn't get to question and Paige didn't get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside. "Hey, Aunt Jill," I called out, "I'm home and I've brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me." We had already talked over Iona's stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles. "Zane," Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look. "This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you," Jill finished in a worried tone. "Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch," Danica put forth the question that wasn't really a request. "Of course, officer," I responded. "Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible." I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another. "Zane," Danica smiled. "Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn't a social call," I sighed. "You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff's Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus," Danica related. "What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?" "I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness," I informed Danica. "What do you know about a guy named Peter 'Deacon' Baker?" Danica asked. "He's like a big deal with the local chapter but I don't actually know the guy," I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word. "This is a different crop of girls," she said with smirk. "Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is, Paige. She's very smart but very hard to get along with at times too," I explained. "How is your other friend?" She tried to sound casual. "I was curious if she'd be here tonight." "I'll tell her that," I grinned. "It will make her week when she hears you've asked about her. She still thinks you are very special." "She's quite a handful," she grinned back. "Not that I'm complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me." Heaven was going to love that, I was sure. Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. "More girls?" I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line. "Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters, friends of mine. They are cool," I told her. "Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "There has to be a story behind that that statement, I'm willing to bet." She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. "Here's my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you, or whatever." The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper. "You aren't, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?" I inquired softly. "No," she chuckled, "and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I'll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together." "Mr. Braxton," she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, "have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble." "I'll do my best, Officer Campbell," I responded. "Ladies," she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car. Only when Danica's cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak. "Hey, Zane," Leigh spoke up first, "isn't that the speed trap lady?" "Yeah, she's nailed me before," I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words. "Really?" Paris prodded me. "Isn't she a bit old for you?" "No, speed trap, she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket," I back-pedaled. "So, she got you off," Ferrara skewered me. "Which of her orifices was required for that?" "Aarrrggh," I cried heavenward. "Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me." "Can we come along?" Leigh smiled. "We don't want to fight or anything like that, but I'd like to get some video of it, in case something fun happens." "That's right," Ferrara joked. "Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let's not go for a third time before the month's out." "He didn't take a beating in the second fight," Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn't landed a blow. "I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that," Ferrara gave me a knowing smile. "All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon," I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn't look back. The Fading Light And The Lord Mafia. I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I'd only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead, killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in. "Hi there, Zane," Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow. "Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet," I grinned. "Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?" "Sure," Willa seemed curious. "I would like to talk to you too." That was a bit odd but okay. When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon's table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair. My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago, he had it coming, all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached. "Here is your five thousand dollars," I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money. "It is all here," the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon's eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn't know why. It wasn't like I came back and kicked his ass, oh fuck, maybe I had. "I'll be going, then," I said as I backed up four steps. "I hope you feel better next time we meet." With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building. I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside. "So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?" I inquired. "Some people were hoping you could tell us," Willa prodded. "It wasn't me if that is what you are worried about," I assured her. "Tell me what happened." "From what little we've been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped," Willa related. "Then it gets weird, weirder," Katt continued. "Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed," she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar. "Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them," Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment. "Didn't they see who did it?" I questioned. "Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn't related what he saw, his jaw is wired shut because it's been broken in four places," Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon's jaw looked like it was carved out of granite. "Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn't the rest of you come running, and wouldn't they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn't know coming toward them?" I ruminated. "That makes sense," Katt confirmed, "but what does that mean?" "One person," I muttered; "one really, really skilled person." "No way," Janet shook her head. "I can and have one-punched a person and I'm only so good," I countered. "I would have figured out which bike was Deacon's, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it's lights out," I explained. "It looks like you've given this some thought," Willa observed. "No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the 'distraction' for the ambush," I explained. "Oh," Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out. "Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents, right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence," I pointed out. "If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech, Willa concluded. "You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?" "Don't you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?" I joked. "Willa, can I have that moment now?" She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she'd been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect. "You are too young for me, Zane," Willa headed me off. "Cool," I answered, which was not what she expected. "I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don't want to risk anyone else listening in." Now Willa appeared to be curious. "Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow," she responded. "Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID's?" I asked as I got into my car. "I'll see what I can dig up," Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home. I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn't expect the sounds of women's laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride. Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she'd span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of 'hey' and 'Zane' coming from the kitchen. I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and

Looks Unfamiliar is a podcast in which writer and occasional broadcaster Tim Worthington talks to a guest about some of the things that they remember that nobody else ever seems to.This time, in a special Halloween slash Bonfire Night edition, Tim, Bob Fischer and Georgy Jamieson are all crowding into a local radio studio with rubber spiders hanging from the walls and a box of indoor fireworks with DO NOT USE written on it, ready to take your calls about some of the politely spooky crepe paper stylings and milk bottle-launched rockets that you just don't seem to get any more. So that's plastic fangs that never fitted anybody, Paul Daniels' notorious 'live' Halloween hoax, Blue Peter's Halloween 'makes', sparkler-themed Public Information Films, the gunpowder-fuelled rivalry between Standard and Brocks, horror-themed sweets and snacks like Trebor Mummies and Count Dracula's Deadly Secret, fireworks with unnecessarily detailed illustrations on them that nobody would see, Words And Pictures exploring the supernatural for primary school audiences and much more besides. In a firework that doesn't go off but we don't dare return to of a chat we'll be lending an ear to Erasure's Bagpuss-esque EP, recalling Timmy Mallett's Inspiral Carpets phase and Jane Asher's Occult Cakes, debating the theoretical existence of Schrödinger's Firework Money, receiving firework safety advice from the cast of Hot Metal, purchasing a Brian May Firework Assortment from the local supermarket's John Johnson Counter, adhering to the image rights restrictions of Fawkes Inc., questioning whether an antique firework can legitimately be described as in 'Near Mint' condition, examining whether 31st October really is the night when seventies ventriloquist puppets be walkin' and issuing a stern warning never to go back to an edition of Crackerjack! that you don't properly remember. Call in and tell us if you ever went bobbing for Wotsits now!You can find more editions of Looks Unfamiliar at http://timworthington.org/. Bob and Georgy joined me for similarly seasonal chats about some of their favourite forgotten Christmas trimmings here and the rain-lashed joys of the Great British Summertime here. You can also find Bob on Looks Unfamiliar chatting about The Tom O'Connor Roadshow, Giant Hogweed, Can't Get A Ticket (For The World Cup) by Peter Dean, Glee Bars, J. Edward Oliver's ‘Abolish Tuesdays' and How To Be A Wally here, Eighties ‘Tabloid Celebrities', Accidentally Kelly Street by Frente!, The Two Ronnies' ‘Mileaway', Rude Food, Suggs On Saturday and School Folk Songs here and Tucker's Luck, Pookiesnackenburger, We Wanna Be Famous by Buster Gobsmack And Eats Filth', game show contestants' occupations being booed by the studio audience and the lost ancient art of the paper plate and shaving foam Custard Pie here, and Georgy on Indoor League, Re-Joyce!, the The Animals In The Box sketch, the Paul Squire Fan Club, Pippa Dolls, Pig In The Middle and Good Winter Telly here and Wait Till Your Father Gets Home, Go For Broke!, Last Chance Lottery, Fry's Five Centres and Vesta Ready Meals here. You can also find Georgy on The Golden Age Of Children's TV talking about Bod here and Bob on The Owl Service here.If you enjoy Looks Unfamiliar, you can help to support the show by buying us a coffee here. If you're caught with it just say your name is 'Maxwell House'.

Kontrovers, unterhaltsam, meinungsbildend – mit Sky90 präsentiert Sky den umfassendsten Fußball-Live-Talk Deutschlands. Immer sonntags ab 18:00 Uhr begrüßt Moderator Patrick Wasserziehr kompetente Gäste im Sky Studio. Rouven Schröder: Sportchef Borussia M´gladbach Tom Bartels: Kommentator und Moderator ARD Tobias Holtkamp: freier Journalist und Podcaster Lothar Matthäus: Sky Sport Experte und Weltmeister

HORROR-IKONEN gesucht. Nach FREDDY KRUEGER, JASON VOORHEES, ASH WILLIAMS oder MICHAEL MYERS stellen wir uns die Frage: Wer sind die neuen Kult-Killer, Scream-Queens, Anti-Heros oder Final Girls & Boys. Und wer sind die nächsten? Dafür haben Schlogger, Chris, Andre und Schröck jeweils eine kleine Liste mit Favoriten zusammen gestellt, die entweder schon eine gewisse Popularität erreicht haben oder die es noch packen könnten. Und infolgedessen wird angeregt diskutiert. Natürlich über ART THE CLOWN aus den TERRIFIER-Filmen oder über die Neuerfindung von PENNYWISE. Daneben geht es darum, ob JIGSAW alias JOHN KRAMER eher als Mensch oder doch mehr als Puppe wahrgenommen wird und - wo wir schon bei Puppen sind - warum M3GAN vermutlich ihre Chance verspielt hat, noch bekannter oder eben ikonisch zu werden. Oder warum Figuren wie VECNA oder der DEMORGORGON eben nicht so hervorstechen wie zum Beispiel eine WEDNESDAY, die zur richtigen Merch-Queen geworden ist. Und so geht es heiter weiter. Vom SLENDERMAN zu MALIGNANT, von MAXXXINE oder PEARL zu SINISTER und seinem MR. BOOGIE, von den WARRENS aus CONJURING zur ENTITY aus IT FOLLOWS oder vom GRABBER aus BLACK PHONE bis hin zu JOHN CARVER aus THANKSGIVING. Abgerundet durch das, was die Vier zuletzt gesehen haben, wozu unter anderem HOSTEL 2, die Sport-Horror-Metapher namens HIM oder eben der neue FRANKENSTEIN von Guillermo del Toro gehören, den sich Schlogger und Daniel direkt vor der Aufzeichnung dieser Folge noch reingezogen hatten. Falls wir eine oder gleich mehrere Ikonen vergessen haben, freuen wir uns über Euren Input in den Kommentaren. Ansonsten wünschen wir Euch viel Spaß mit unserem Talk, ein schönes Wochenende und dass Ihr so gesund wie gut drauf bleibt. Ach so und natürlich schon mal vorab: Happy Halloween. Rocket Beans wird unterstützt von fritz-kola und dem Team hinter The Thicket. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today's episode is a bit heavier than past episodes of this show. I have been inspired by life and death and the beautiful art we make in between. From an amazing Twenty One Pilots concert to the loss of a friend's relative, these past few weeks have opened my eyes again. Be intentional about loving and appreciating your friends and family, let the fire of inspiration drive you, but don't be afraid to slow down and savour the moment. Life is precious. Be there for one another.Our Links:Ian WolffeSend us a text

Nach seiner pauschalen Kritik an Problemen mit Migranten im Stadtbild wurde der Bundeskanzler gestern präziser und stellte eine Jahresbestleistung im Zurückrudern auf – zum Glück.

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Früher war alles besser? Carolin Courts hat da so ihre Zweifel. Und teilt in ihrem satirischen Schrägstrich einige Erinnerungen - wider die Nostalgie. Von Carolin Courts.

Gerhard Schröder spricht über seine Russland-Verbindungen. Wolodymyr Selenskyj wirbt bei Donald Trump um Tomahawks. Und: das populistische Geraune des Kanzlers. Das ist die Lage am Freitagmorgen. Die Artikel zum Nachlesen: Die ganze Geschichte hier: Bricht Gerhard Schröder seine Vernehmung ab? Mehr dazu im SPIEGEL-Leitartikel: Wenn die Methode Trump wirkt Mehr Hintergründe hier: Es ist richtig, Störgefühle zu adressieren – aber nicht so+++ Alle Infos zu unseren Werbepartnern finden Sie hier. Die SPIEGEL-Gruppe ist nicht für den Inhalt dieser Seite verantwortlich. +++ Den SPIEGEL-WhatsApp-Kanal finden Sie hier. Alle SPIEGEL Podcasts finden Sie hier. Mehr Hintergründe zum Thema erhalten Sie mit SPIEGEL+. Entdecken Sie die digitale Welt des SPIEGEL, unter spiegel.de/abonnieren finden Sie das passende Angebot. Informationen zu unserer Datenschutzerklärung.

Democrats and Republicans remain stalled over funding the federal government as Republicans launch a new attack on the Affordable Care Act. Meanwhile, the Trump administration is taking advantage of the shutdown to lay off workers from programs supported mostly by Democrats. Anna Edney of Bloomberg News, Lauren Weber of The Washington Post, and Joanne Kenen of the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health and Politico Magazine join KFF Health News' Julie Rovner to discuss those stories and more. Also this week, Rovner interviews health insurance analyst Louise Norris about Medicare open enrollment, which began Oct. 15. Visit our website for a transcript of this episode.Plus, for “extra credit” the panelists suggest health policy stories they read this week that they think you should read, too: Julie Rovner: Politico's “RFK Jr.'s Got Advice for Pregnant Women. There's Limited Data To Support It,” by Alice Miranda Ollstein.  Joanne Kenen: Mother Jones' “From Medicine to Mysticism: The Radicalization of Florida's Top Doc,” by Kiera Butler and Julianne McShane.  Lauren Weber: KFF Health News' “Senators Press Deloitte, Other Contractors on Errors in Medicaid Eligibility Systems,” by Rachana Pradhan and Samantha Liss.  Anna Edney: The New York Times' “The Drug That Took Away More Than Her Appetite,” by Maia Szalavitz.  

Democrats and Republicans remain stalled over funding the federal government as Republicans launch a new attack on the Affordable Care Act. Meanwhile, the Trump administration is taking advantage of the shutdown to lay off workers from programs supported mostly by Democrats. Anna Edney of Bloomberg News, Lauren Weber of The Washington Post, and Joanne Kenen of the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health and Politico Magazine join KFF Health News' Julie Rovner to discuss those stories and more. Also this week, Rovner interviews health insurance analyst Louise Norris about Medicare open enrollment, which began Oct. 15. Plus, for “extra credit” the panelists suggest health policy stories they read this week that they think you should read, too: Julie Rovner: Politico's “RFK Jr.'s Got Advice for Pregnant Women. There's Limited Data To Support It,” by Alice Miranda Ollstein. Joanne Kenen: Mother Jones' “From Medicine to Mysticism: The Radicalization of Florida's Top Doc,” by Kiera Butler and Julianne McShane. Lauren Weber: KFF Health News' “Senators Press Deloitte, Other Contractors on Errors in Medicaid Eligibility Systems,” by Rachana Pradhan and Samantha Liss. Anna Edney: The New York Times' “The Drug That Took Away More Than Her Appetite,” by Maia Szalavitz. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode, Rivers and Sam are hangin' out at Disgraceland Studios with comedian and film director Ron Placone! We kick this one off by testing out an energy drink supposedly made by a bunch of Arizona bros in their dorm. Then we talk about the company making thousands of boring A.I. podcasts every week. Ron takes us on a tour of his hometown of Pittsburgh, PA, and Luke Bryan's "That's My Kind of Night" is our JAM OF THE WEEK! This one's a real humdinger! Give us a listen, folks.  Follow Ron Placone on all forms of social media @RonPlacone, listen to 1000 Podcast, and watch his movie 'Left At Wall' now on Tubi!  Follow our show @TheGoodsPod on absolutely everything!  Rivers is @RiversLangley  Sam is @SlamHarter  Carter is @Carter_Glascock  Subscribe on Patreon for an UNCUT video version of the show as well as HOURS of bonus content! http://patreon.com/TheGoodsPod Pick up a Goods from the Woods t-shirt at: http://prowrestlingtees.com/TheGoodsPod