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In this episode of the Ask Andrew podcast, Andrew Sleigh breaks down the critical differences between physical gold and silver versus ETFs, why counterparty risk matters, and how inflation could rapidly destroy purchasing power. Andrew discusses gold and silver price trends, oil shortages, supply chain disruptions, central bank policies, and why more investors are choosing to buy gold and silver for long-term wealth preservation. Learn how physical precious metals may protect against banking crises, currency devaluation, and financial instability. If you follow gold prices, silver prices, silver price forecasts, or want insight into precious metals investing, this interview offers a deep look at the risks facing global markets and the future of gold and silver ownership.

Mark keeps talking about the Rodgers situation, does the Bucco Roundup and welcomes Mike DeCourcey to the program. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mark keeps talking about the Rodgers situation, does the Bucco Roundup and welcomes Mike DeCourcey to the program.

In this episode of Ask Andrew, Andrew Sleigh breaks down the latest developments affecting silver and gold prices, including interest rate policy, inflation risks, and global financial instability. We discuss where gold and silver prices could be headed next and whether now is the time to buy either. With rising debt, banking concerns, and macro uncertainty, this conversation dives deep into the forces shaping gold price and silver price movements. If you're watching the markets closely or considering physical metals, this is a must-watch discussion on silver price trends, gold price outlook, and the future of the financial system.

In this episode of Ask Andrew, Andrew Sleigh and Kellen Ainey break down the latest silver price action and explain why recent volatility could be setting up a short-term rally. With silver testing key levels, they discuss what may be coming next and why investors are paying close attention. They also look at the bigger picture behind both the silver price and gold price, including inflation, global debt, oil, tariffs, and pressure on fiat currencies. Andrew shares why he believes these forces could have a major impact on precious metals in the months ahead. The episode also covers strategy for buyers navigating this market, from averaging in to preparing before demand picks up again. If you're watching the silver price and gold price closely, this conversation highlights the key risks, opportunities, and trends to know right now.

Tom Sleigh is Chair of the Planning and Transportation Committee at the City of London Corporation, overseeing one of the most dynamic and densely developed planning jurisdictions in the country. An elected independent Member representing the ward of Bishopsgate since 2013, Tom has long been at the forefront of shaping the City's built environment and cultural life.He previously chaired the City's Barbican Centre Board, one of Europe's largest performing arts centres where he launched Barbican Renewal, securing £191 million to renovate the iconic centre. He chaired the Investment committee, overseeing a £4 billion real estate portfolio including over 20% of the Square Mile's freehold estate and many of its iconic heritage sites.In addition to his Corporation roles, Tom is Chair of Goldsmiths, University of London, a board member of the Houses of Parliament Restoration and Renewal's Delivery Authority and Chair of the South Bank Employers Group which manages the Southbank BID, where he champions place-making and cultural-led regeneration across central London. He also co-chairs the Mayor of London's Cultural Leadership Board.Tom's professional background includes senior roles at The Bank of London and Amazon UK, and earlier work with Lloyds Banking Group, the BBC, and Booz Allen Hamilton. A Fulbright Scholar and Cambridge graduate, he combines strategic rigour with a deep understanding of how great cities evolve.  

The difference between a slegh and a sled. John Siracusa and Jason Snell.

The difference between a slegh and a sled. John Siracusa and Jason Snell.

Mike talks Joy Reid's ridiculous rant about Jingle Bells being racist and then gives you the full story only as he can!! Stay Informed!! www.mikeboyle.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The discussion focused on various pressing issues, including healthcare costs, immigration policies, and public safety. Ray and Jeffrey addressed the high prices of eye drops, linking them to the complexities of the Affordable Care Act and critiquing the political narrative surrounding healthcare costs. They also discussed a recent judicial order allowing deported individuals to contest their status, raising concerns about the judicial branch's influence on immigration. The conversation highlighted a disconnect between local policies and national narratives, particularly regarding gas prices and infrastructure in Massachusetts. Jeffrey expressed concern over the increasing number of no-shows in immigration court, arguing that it undermines the legal system. Brian pointed out the penalties faced by American citizens who miss court dates, emphasizing the disparity in treatment. The discussion expanded to public safety issues, particularly regarding illegal immigrants involved in violent crimes, and questioned policies that permit illegal immigrants to obtain commercial driver's licenses without proof of citizenship. The group concluded with a call for stricter immigration law enforcement and accountability for businesses employing illegal immigrants.

Welcome to Basic Snitches, season 9! And happy holidays, Linda!We're kicking off the season with a holiday game episode! Adam and Tara are playing classic Snitches games and getting into the holiday spirit!Enjoy some classic BS games and welcome to season 9!!!

Love the show? Have any thoughts? Click here to let us know!Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates, and Happy Thursday to everyone who does not! This week, we have a festive spooky special to close out this holiday season! First, Lauren tells us about the horrific murders of Anthony Michalowski and Michael Hickmott in the late 80s/early 90s. Then, Kenzie shares the horrendous crimes of Bruce McArthur, also known as the Santa Claus Killer, who scenelessly murdered eight men from the Church-Wellesley area of Toronto, Canada. Join us as we delve into these spooky holiday mysteries! --Follow us on Social Media and find out how to support A Scary State by clicking on our Link Tree: https://instabio.cc/4050223uxWQAl--Have a scary tale or listener story of your own? Send us an email to ascarystatepodcast@gmail.com! We can't wait to read it!--Thinking of starting a podcast? Thinking about using Buzzsprout for that? Well use our link to let Buzzsprout know we sent you and get a $20 Amazon gift card if you sign up for a paid plan!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=1722892--Works cited!https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dq_0tJvFgEFuU1ZpZQ3E_LcuLc-RrTML8fSt9ILWb6k/edit?usp=sharing --Intro and outro music thanks to Kevin MacLeod. You can visit his site here: http://incompetech.com/. Which is where we found our music!

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PJ hears Santa talk to the boys and girls about Christmas. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Trash Tuesday LIVE! January 28th at the Comedy Store. Tickets on sale now! https://www.showclix.com/event/trash-tuesday-2026-january BTS, BONUS CONTENT AND MORE! Only on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/TrashTuesdayPodcast It’s Christmas here at Trash Tuesday! Ivy Wolk and Ali Macofsky are here to SLEIGH. We learn who Ivy's [currently] beefing with on the internet, Esther gets into a Waymo accident, and we have some Holiday Hot Takes that might land us on the naughty list. From our Trash Tuesday family to yours, Happy Holidays, Sluggies! Thank you to out sponsors:Thank you Monarch! Code: TRASHTUESDAY at monarch.com in your browser for half off your first year *Listen to Esther's New Solo Pod!* https://www.esthersgrouptherapy.substack.com *Visit Ebb Ocean Club & Holiday Shop* https://www.ebboceanclub.com/ for Khalyla’s reef safe and biodegradable hair products! FOLLOW TRASH ON SOCIALS: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itstrashtuesday Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@itstrashtuesday MORE ESTHER:TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@esthermonster Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/esthermonster/ MORE KHALYLA:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/khalamityk/ Tigerbelly Podcast: https://www.youtube.com/@UCIyIoM_Nd8HtY19fuR_ov2A PRODUCTION:Studio Ten42: https://www.instagram.com/studioten42/ Guy Robinson: https://www.instagram.com/grobfps/ Arielle Jade (Editor): https://www.instagram.com/jade.rabbit.cce/ Elisa Hernandez Kohler: https://www.instagram.com/ellie.lianna/ Megan Clements: https://www.instagram.com/egggymeg/

Every year, as the days grow short and a chill flies upon the wind (unless you're in the Southern Hemisphere!! Sorry y'all), the most dangerous Holiday Characters enter the arena in search of Yuletide glory. BUT THIS YEAR...That Arena? A dang Race Course like Mario Kart!Those Characters? Dark, twisted versions of your holiday faves.It's YULETIDE KOMBAT FAMILY V: DARK SLEIGHYuletide Kombat Family is invented, GM'd, produced, and sound designed by Tim Platt, with special fighting music from Steve DeSiena. BUCKET OF MILK 4 LIFE BABY!MERCH ALERT! For the Holidays, we've re-released a bunch of classic designs out from the vault along with some new designs too! Check it all out in our store!Follow us on bluesky for goodness sake, it's fun! And it's probably the best way to contact us, all things considered.Special Thanks as always to Sydney and Benjamin Paul and Tyler Button, and our Big Freak Spacejamfan!This episode features additional sound design by Michaël Ghelfi. Michaël creates brilliantly crafted soundscapes and ambient tracks for all sort of productions and they make perfect accompaniment to your ttrpg home games. Find his work on YouTube, and support that good stuff on Patreon.Subscribe and Rate Rude Tales of Magic on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and leave us a review!Advertise on Rude Tales of Magic via Gumball.fm.Support the show: https://www.rudetalesofmagic.com/See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ho, Ho, Ho, PRIDE Fam! Welcome to our hot mess Holiday Special! Join us as we play Christmas games, reminisce on past Christmases, what grinds our Holiday gears, favorite Holiday treats, and so much more! Do you want the tea? Because I know you want the tea!

In this segment, Marc "Moose" Malusis takes a break from sports talk to get personal about the "tremendous amount of pressure" that comes with being a parent during the holidays. He contrasts the carefree joy of his own childhood—filled with snowball fights, sleigh riding, and Bing Crosby—with his current reality: a marathon 9-hour shift in the kitchen. From navigating high-stakes menu requests like "hollow bread French toast casserole" to the weight of creating "perfect" memories for his kids, Moose explores why the magic of Christmas feels a lot more like a full-time job once you're the one wearing the apron.

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President Trump is playing Santa Claus this year, and Democrats are once again stapled to the naughty list. But let's be clear. This isn't the ho-ho-ho Santa. This is Santa after a triple espresso, carrying a clipboard, and asking pointed questions about where the money went.And judging by the wreckage, it wasn't Santa who got run over by a reindeer. It was the Democrats. Flattened. Antlers everywhere. Sleigh marks leading straight back to accountability.Forget a lump of coal. Trump put Democrats' coal on a conveyor belt and fed it directly into their stockings like he's firing up a steel mill. This is industrial punishment, OSHA-approved, with a grin that says, you earned every ounce of this.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Elf on a Shelf: Part 1 Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was; Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman shift uncomfortably in the painted plywood throne made for him to sit with the children and discuss their good behavior and of the wishes that they hoped would come true. Even at age 62, Norman still saw the magic with his merry bright blue eyes, but it faded when his prostate pained him. When the photographer got the shot the parent wanted, Honey walked to where most of the long line could see her as Norman flashed her a look of worshipful gratitude. The adults' faces immediately fell, knowing what was coming. "I'm afraid Santa needs to take a quick break because apparently the reindeer have begun arguing again!" Norman put his gloved hands up to his real beard, pulled a comically dismayed face, jumped up from his throne, and ran off toward the restrooms. Honey shook her head mournfully and continued, "The reindeer were all practicing their Christmas carols when Comet and Cupid couldn't decide how many times Santa checks his list in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Does anyone here remember how it goes?" she asked, scanning the line for people game enough to help. Honey scampered back and forth along the line trying to choose among the eager volunteers, her white-trimmed, pink fur skirt flaring out around her thighs, her long legs clad in sparkly curly-toed ruby slippers and candy cane swirl stockings catching the eyes of several fathers. Suddenly, she gasped listening carefully to her headset, "Nina?" she called out. "Comet and Cupid say they will only stop arguing if 'Nina' gives the answer. Is there a 'Nina' here today? Nina?" Honey looked around at the crowd carefully until the little girl with the big brown eyes, who had been quietly waiting 57 minutes in line, gathered the courage to raise her hand. "Oh! Are you Nina?" she asked, running over and crouching down near the girl. "We just adopted her; she only speaks Portuguese," the weary woman holding her hand said quietly. Honey gasped and smiled widely, "Voc fala portugu s Nina? Maravilhosa!" she said, watching the little girl's eyes brighten excitedly. "Voc pode me dizer quantas vezes o Papai Noel verifica sua lista?" she asked, holding her microphone out to the little girl. "Duas vezes!" Nina said confidently into the mic. Honey listened carefully to her headset, concentrating, "'Duas vezes' it is! They've stopped arguing!" she announced. "But now, they want us all to sing the song in Portuguese! Nina, voc vai me ajudar a ensin -los a m sica?" she asked. Nina nodded and slowly she and Honey taught the familiar song to the crowd in a new language. As always, a hush came on the crowd when Honey began to sing. Heads raised up from forgotten phones. Vague smiles drifted onto the turning heads of passers-by in the mall as they paused in their frenetic search for gifts. It wasn't so much that Honey's voice was beautiful, though it certainly was. It was more that when Honey sang, it seemed to make the things that didn't really matter melt away. To those that believed in such things, Honey's voice was magic. When she sang, people held their breath and didn't even miss the air. Honey closed her eyes as she sang next to Nina. It was a newly acquired habit. Though she had been taught to let her eyes slowly drift over the audience, letting them make a connection with each person as she sang, she didn't do that anymore. She knew he was out there. She felt his presence frequently as she worked, but it was only when she sang that he came out into the open. She couldn't hold her voice steady when she saw him watching her, so she closed her eyes and let the magic continue for the crowd. When the song ended, Honey opened her eyes as the crowd cheered, finding his powerful form immediately as if she had been commanded to look at him. Zach. He had changed a lot in the year since he brought his sister's children through the long Santa line, drawing her almost too-large dark blue eyes to him then, as easily as he did now. After bringing his nieces and nephews through the line, he'd gone home and brought all his neighbors' kids to see Santa in five more trips, watching her the entire time. He looked at her as if he'd never seen anything like her in the world, like he couldn't believe she was real. She had loved feeling his eyes on her then, hearing his voice. She had wanted to climb up in his lap, feel his large arms curled around her, whisper to him about how good she had been that year, and of how much she hoped he would make her wishes come true. Of course, all that was before he'd told her he wanted to kill her. Zach's face looked leaner now, though his body seemed even larger, if such a thing was possible. His brooding, deep-set eyes were not merry, as they had been when children climbed his tree-like body in her line last year. They weren't nervously soft and adoring of every part of her, as they had been at their candle-lit dinner. His eyes weren't rageful or insane as you might expect from someone visiting their object of murderous hate, but rather; they were tortured, trapped. Pain and quiet desperation had taken up restless residence in the windows to his soul. Honey knew she shouldn't look at him so much, but she just wished she could understand what she had done wrong. Once the line of children and parents had cleared, it was long past the official closing time. Honey cleaned up the display and prepared it for the next day while Norman took one last lingering trip to the restroom. Her phone showed numerous messages from work friends from her other job asking where she was. The firm had planned a Christmas party at Gatsby's, a gorgeous club worthy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's glamorous hero. It was also the place where Zach had taken her on their first and last date. The Gatsby's waiter had looked stunned and confused when she shakily ordered herself an "angel shot," the code-phrase used to quietly ask bartenders or wait staff for help when you felt threatened, but after his initial shock, the waiter immediately escorted her secretly to a taxi waiting outside before Zach returned to the table. Gatsby's had saved her life; but she didn't want to go back there. After avoiding call after call from Zach, she finally answered and politely asked him never to call her again. To her surprise, he didn't. He never spoke to her again. Unless she sang, she never even saw him, but she felt his presence almost everywhere. It felt like she was haunted by him; haunted by something wonderful and magical that, inexplicably, went horribly wrong. Her phone buzzed again, the display showing that the firm's senior partner wanted to FaceTime her. Steeling herself, she answered. "Honey Lane where in the hell; oh my god lookit you!" Aaron Timberman held the phone high above his head with his long ex-basketball-player arms and Honey saw a crowd of her co-workers crowd into the picture behind him. "Um, hi sir. Sorry I'm late to;" "You're an elf!" "Um, yeah. It's a volunteer thing;" "Wait, wait, wait; you have the shoes? You know, with the; toes?" he slurred, motioning his finger in a spiral motion. Honey bit her lips and tilted the camera down her body, showing her entire costume, tilting her foot to show off the curled toe. "I'm sorry it got late tonight, but I'll be there as soon as I can get home and get changed;" Timberman looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "Guys, do we wanna see Honey Lane here at the party in some boring old Anne Klein shit, or do we want the elf?" he yelled, pointing at the screen. Behind him, almost a dozen of her co-workers began chanting "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf!" "Get yer ass over here, Elf," Timberman ordered, poking at his screen several times before effectively ending the call. A few minutes later, Norman finally came back from the restroom and gave Honey a ride over to Gatsby's in his red SUV bedecked with a bumper sticker that read, "My other car's a SLEIGH!" Honey hopped out after getting bits of advice from Norman that would have been appropriate several decades ago. With flaming cheeks, she brushed the furry white pompom from her hat out of her face and told the smirking ma tre d which party she wanted, sighing when he grinned widely and escorted her through the middle of the main dining area, much to her horror. When the doors to the party room opened and she was greeted by another round of "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf," she didn't feel much better. She was starving, so she headed over to the buffet and began loading up a plate with delicious-looking things on ice in shot glasses, impaled on sticks, or immersed in flames. She just spied a quiet table in a dark corner and was winding her way toward it to it to scarf down her only food since breakfast before she could be drawn into a drunken debate. That was the plan, anyway. "Hunnybaby! Lookit you! C'mon we gotta dance!" Lee James slurred to her fur-trimmed tits. With a sigh, she smiled and laid her plate down on a nearby table, promising to herself that she would eat right after enduring a dance with the favored junior partner. Unfortunately, after Lee angled her awkwardly around the dance floor, they'd drawn so much attention that everyone wanted to get pics of themselves toasting and dancing with the Christmas elf. At some point, she found herself in Timberman's arms with a glass of champagne in her hand. "Um; what?" she said, almost asking herself how she had gotten there. "I said you look lovely, tonight, Honey. Much better than in a shawl and sheath dress," he said, quickly twirling her around as they reached the edge of the dance floor. "Twirling makes my skirt go up; I'm dizzy," she murmured. A familiar dark figure flashed in the background and disappeared as Timberman turned her again. She looked around, trying to find the figure again, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Why was he there? Had she been singing again? "Well, I'll make sure nobody twirls you, my dear," he said, twirling her and smiling as her skirt flew up her long candy-cane striped legs. "The wives wouldn't like it." "I like your wife's dress Mr. Timberman; looks warm. It covers her ass when she sits, too," she slurred, frowning in confusion at the dark red drink in her hand now. Zach was frowning, and then he just looked blurry again as she swirled around. Maybe swirling made it harder for him to kill her. Why did he want to kill her? It just wasn't fair. Timberman leaned down and dipped her, "I'll make sure to give her your compliments. You know, if you like what wives wear, you should consider getting married. Lee is quite taken with you, you know," he said, stroking his hand against the soft pink velvet of her dress. Honey found herself drifting away and wandering inside her head again, thinking about Lee; he was handsome in an overly-polished way, said funny things, but they always sounded a little mean, like he wanted to be the only one laughing; and he also took her away from the food plate that just floated by on a table. It was still full. She should have eaten that food. What time was it? "He likes my boobs; and he doesn't want to kill me," she agreed eventually, surprised to find that Timberman was gone and she was dancing with Lee James again. "Well, I can't blame him for that; they're fucking perfect; just like everything else. I'm gonna come on them after you suck me off; he murmured, pulling her closer against him. "Let me take you home, Honey; penthouse view of the city; "Umm; no, that's not home; I live in the; railroad place; with the trains?" Honey explained, pointing in what she thought was the direction of the Lowertown Commons. Why did every guy think she lived with them tonight? "Sounds charming, Eliza Doolittle; you should trade up. You don't know how much I'd love twist your arms back and fuck this ass wide open over my balcony tonight," he said, reaching his hand under her skirt and greedily squeezing her bottom. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Honey? I can tell; Lee whispered, his cologne invading her head and making her queasy. "I feel sick; Honey whimpered and staggered away, trying to find the quiet table where the food was that would make her less drunk. The dance floor was confusing, though, always turning around and thumping and flashing. She leaned against a pillar until she got a better sense of where she was. She liked the pillar. It was big and strong; and it stroked her hair. "Honey; wake up, Honey. Open your mouth. You need to take these," the vaguely familiar voice said, cutting through the sleep that had been blocking out some of the pain she felt everywhere. She obediently opened her mouth and the hand put two caplets on her tongue. A water bottle squirted a little cool liquid into her mouth until she moaned and sucked harder, desperate for more. "Not too much. Wait until you can hold that down. I'll give you more in a bit. You don't want that IV back, do you?" "Nuh" Honey groaned. She hated needles. Sure, just about every part of her body hurt more than a needle did, right now, but somehow needle pain felt personal. Like with Zach. He didn't seem like someone who went around wanting to choke everybody; just her. She was nobody special; just a simple girl who kept lawyers organized and tried to be nice. Then, someone wonderful like Zach thought she needed to die. That hurt. Something about her made him go from being tender and intensely loving to someone who; it just didn't make sense. What did she do? Mercifully, sleep faded the pain and clouded her thoughts. Voices below her intruded into a wonderful dream where she was bouncing on clouds. Though not in the same room, the voices seemed strangely clear. "I can't; Terry, she cries when I do that," the pills voice said, making her eyes fly open. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it for a year, but she would never forget it. Her body reacted with a confused mix of emotions, her cheeks flushing and adrenaline searing a path all through her at the same time. "That's because it hurts her. You know what hurts more? Bedsores. Man up. Use the pillows to prop her weight against the parts that aren't hurt on whichever side. It's either this, or she goes back to the hospital, and I have it on good authority you won't be allowed to visit after what happened." "She was screaming; Zach gritted. "Yeah, well they were putting her shoulder back in. People scream. That still doesn't excuse what you did. Since when did you become such a pussy about pain?" Terry asked. "since her." "oh my god." "Shut up," Zach grunted. "Oh my god; "Yeah, that's not shutting up." "The great Z-dog has been taken down;" "Shut up, maggot, it's not like that. I'm just taking care of h;" "By a little bitty pink Christmas elf; Terry laughed. There was a scuffling sound and then a loud whoomp and a forceful exhalation of air. "So, I turn her every few hours until she can do it for herself?" Zach asked, casually. "Yes, sir," Terry choked. "Anything else?" "Clear liquids until she can hold stuff down. Talk to her. Ask her questions. If she seems disoriented or part of her face goes slack, she goes back to the hospital. Don't fuck around." "Got it. Are you squared away, or do we need to discuss this further?" "Squared away, sir," Terry choked, then gasped in relief, panting faintly. "Jesus Christ, you haven't lost your touch. We on for the hump tomorrow at 0 500?" "No. I'm gonna stick close here until she's;" "Got it. Hey, maybe they have those Baby Bjorn things in elf-size. Then, you could just strap her onto your ba; ow! ow! ow, ow, ow!" "You weren't particularly attached to the rest of that sentence, were you, maggot?" Zach growled. "Sir, no sir; Terry squeaked. "I didn't think so. You'll be back here Wednesday," Zach stated, more as an order than a question. "Yeah, if you want me to. Honestly, right now she just needs rest and TLC more than a medic. That stands for 'tender loving care' by the way, not;" "You were just going," Zach said, as the voices moved to another end of the room below her. "Hey, you wanna know what makes an elf's toes curl up like tha;" Terry asked, his question cut off by the slamming of the door. Honey listened, trembling and terrified as Zach paced the floor below her. Though his voice hadn't changed, he sounded nothing like the man that had wooed her so tenderly a year ago. He sounded dangerous, brutal even. He definitely sounded like the kind of person that went around wanting to choke everyone, she thought, strangely relieved that her heartbreak felt a little less personal. How could she have been so wrong in her impression of him? She looked around the room, understanding now how the voices had reached her so easily. She was in an open industrial loft bedroom that opened onto the main floor below. Looking around, she realized she must be in Zach's huge bed, though if the crisply made side next to her was any indication, he hadn't been sleeping in it with her. Looking down her body, she gasped quietly. Her left arm was in a sling strapped to her chest, her legs were covered in bruises, and the right leg that was being stabbed with an invisible knife right now, was wrapped up in an air cast boot. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was feeling sick as she tried to get away from Lee's groping hands on the dance floor. After that; nothing. How did she get here? A beeping noise sounded below and Zach walked across the room to what sounded like a kitchen. The sound of water being poured into a cup, the ringing of a spoon stirring it, a pill bottle being opened. Honey shivered, realizing he was probably coming up to her, soon. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, feigning sleep. Steps ascending to the loft bedroom. Ankle stabbing, stab, stab, stab, stab with every panicked heartbeat. A tray went down on the nightstand next to her. A chair across the room was lifted and set down by the bed. Honey told herself to breathe slowly, willing the tears welling behind her lids not to leak out of her eyes. He would leave her alone if she was sleeping, wouldn't he? "You're not sleeping," Zach's voice stated, quietly, and her stomach clenched in fear. "You've been waking up for these pills every four hours like a junkie. I know you don't want to talk to me, Honey, but until you're squared away, you're gonna have to. So, cut the crap, open your eyes, and let's get this done." Honey opened her eyes to see his grim face looking down at her. With one blink, large tears rolled down her pale cheeks, and Zach's jaw set angrily. Sitting down in the chair, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned his massive shoulders forward, looking at her. His hands looked like they could crush rocks as he gripped them together. "Let's get some things straight. I don't know what you think you know about me, but acting like I'm some kind of psycho is pretty shitty. You want nothing of me, that's fine, but you're hurt because you screamed and flung yourself down some stairs rather than let me help you to an Uber. You're staying here until you're well, because some shithead at that party gave you enough roofies to be in a coma for almost 3 days and I'm not dragging my ass to that rat trap of yours in the Commons every day to make sure they don't come back while you're weak. Are we clear?" he asked. Honey swallowed and nodded, wincing at the pain in her neck and head. That just seemed to make Zach angrier. "While you are here, you will do as you're told. You will eat what you get, and you will not complain. You see these, here?" he said, holding up the magic caplets that made everything better. "These are the last ones you're getting. I'm switching you to ibuprofen and Tylenol because, unchecked, this Sackler shit will fuck you up for good and that's not happening on my watch. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," Honey whispered. At the sound of her voice, Zach's mouth twitched, but at least he didn't look as angry as when she'd nodded and winced. "You will follow your doctor's orders to the last goddamn word. You will rest. You will do your therapy. You will let me help you and you will ask me for what you need because I am not a fucking mind reader. And so help me, if you do anything stupid like get out of that bed without me here to help you, or push yourself away from me like you did at Gatsby's, or any other drama shit that hurts even one hair on that head again, I will personally make you regret you were ever born." "Yes, Zach," Honey breathed, confused. Two more tears rolled down her cheeks. Without thinking, she leaned over to wipe them off on her shoulder and cried out in pain. Zach squeezed his clenched hands together and several of his knuckles cracked. "You don't use my name. You don't get to use my name. You're not getting under my skin again, you hear me?" Zach growled, using his rough knuckle to wipe her tears. "Orders a fucking angel shot in my own fucking club; fuck you. I don't have a name, you don't have a name. You're nothing to me. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. Honey leaned forward and took the last spoonful of broth into her mouth and swallowed, looking longingly at the noodles at the bottom of the cup. Zach caught a drop of broth at the bottom of her lower lip with the spoon and returned it to her mouth. "No," he said, seeing where her eyes lingered. "I can do it," she pleaded. "Please; I haven't had anything solid since; how long has it been?" "I said, no. You throw up on another pair of my skivvies and I'll be doing laundry twice a week," Zach said, dabbing her mouth with a paper towel. "Why do I have to wear your boxer briefs anyway? They feel weird. They have this hole-flap thing; and there are some places that aren't supposed to feel a breeze," Honey said, lifting the blanket to look down at his underwear loosely covering her hips. "Are you complaining?" he asked quietly. Honey's eyes darted quickly to his face, "No sir," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "I just thought if I had some of my things here, you wouldn't have to do the laundry so much." "I'll worry about what I have to do, Honey," he said, unthinkingly using her name. Startled, she looked up to see his eyes wandering over her, his massive t-shirt sleeves going down past her elbows. She felt ridiculous and disheveled, but something about the way he looked at her made her hold her breath. Then, without another word, he slurped the noodles out of the cup and took the tray downstairs. After that, the two settled into a quiet routine of him feeding her, giving her medicine, and watching her sleep most of the day. She would sometimes awaken to the soft repetitive sounds of him running on a treadmill, or the clinking of him lifting weights downstairs where she couldn't see him. Then, he would go to the bathroom and shower. After his shower, he came upstairs again in his towel and took some clothes from his dresser before going back downstairs to change. Honey found herself looking forward to those few seconds each day, watching his droplet-covered torso twist as he leaned over his dresser. He frowned as he flipped through his carefully folded underwear. "You wearing the grey ones?" he asked, not looking at her. Honey peeked under the covers, "Um, yes sir," she replied. "I'm supposed to wear the grey ones today," he grumbled to himself. Honey didn't say anything. Zach was the one who picked out which underwear she wore today. He was the one who looked away while he painstakingly slipped the old ones off her hips and pulled the new ones over her boot and up her legs until her bottom was covered again. There was nothing about her life that wasn't chosen and executed by him. If he wasn't happy about the color of his underwear, that was his fault. Still, Zach kept rummaging around in his underwear drawer as if another crisply folded grey pair would somehow magically appear. Finally, rather than offend him by laughing, Honey spoke, "Um; you know, if they're clean, I could wear the pair I had on when I went to the hospital and you could have these. It would get you back on schedule; Zach lifted his head from the drawer and glared at her, as if he thought she was making fun of him. Honey held carefully still and shrugged her uninjured limb. She wasn't making fun, she just wanted to help. The movement caused the huge neckline to gape over to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. She waited as Zach stared impassively at her, the vein at his neck throbbing. After a long moment, he walked over and stood next to her, the tuck of his towel right next to her face. With every breath, she inhaled the scent of his wet body and the bar soap he used. A rivulet of water painstakingly slid from his chest and down his abdomen, until finally disappearing into the tightly twisted white cotton. Honey glanced up to see that he had been reading her face as she watched the droplet's progress. With a shaking breath, she blushed and pulled the covers higher with her good arm. With a twist of his mouth, Zach pulled the neckline back over her shoulder again and quickly left the room. That night, after leaving her with a video baby monitor watching her on the nightstand, Zach returned with a bag of her underwear and some of her nightgowns. After watching her excitedly sort through them, Zach pushed them aside and sat on the edge of the bed. "There were a bunch of boxes with tags on them in your living room. What's that about?" he asked. Honey's eyes dropped, "Oh; that's the charity gift thing for kids. You sign up and get them something they wished for and wrap it up so they can have something under the tree, when they wouldn't have something otherwise. It's nice, you know? I signed up for a bunch and I was supposed to wrap them and get them back to the law firm, but I guess; sorry kids," she trailed off. Looking furious, yet carefully impassive at the same time, Zach cursed under his breath and left again, returning with the packages and a huge stack of unused Styrofoam clamshells from Gatsby's, and dumped them on the bed next to her. For the next few hours, they "wrapped" the presents, Zach carefully fitting items into an appropriate-sized takeout box, and Honey trying to make them pretty with ribbons. As she watched him work, occasionally cursing under his breath, she found herself smiling at his frowning face when he was strategizing how to fit a basketball into three disassembled clamshells. "What are you laughing at?" he said, glaring when he caught her at it. "I wasn't laughing. I was smiling." "Why were you smiling, then?" he asked. "I guess; I just like you; sir," she said, glancing over at him. Honey saw a hopeful softness steal into Zach's eyes until he forcibly wrestled it down and a look of hooded sarcasm shaded them. "Yeah, well; fool me once," he sneered. Angry, Honey closed her eyes, blocking him out the only way she could. "You know, that's; that's not fair. Not after what you said; you scared me!" she said, frustrated that, once again, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Zach choked out a mirthless laugh, "I scared you? What did I say, Honey? What did I fucking say? God! I was on eggshells all night trying not to fuck it up with you and then you just; why? Those creeps you were dancing with at that party, those fucking 'nice guys' that drugged you, they were saying shit that made my skin crawl! I didn't even kiss you! I couldn't! I could barely breathe just for looking at you on our date; you looked just like a fucking angel. What did I say, Honey? What did I say?" Honey reached over and grabbed her phone, flipping through her photo album to a screenshot taken shortly before she blocked his number. "You didn't say it; you texted it. I remember watching you leave for the restroom thinking I'd met the love of my life and then you sent me this; she said, handing her phone to him. Zach took the phone, his face going from an angry red to pale horror in a matter of seconds. "This; this; he gasped, "I didn't; send this; to you; he said, shaking his head. "Whoever had your phone did, sir!" she said, emphasizing the last word, making him wince. "I spent the last year thinking you wanted to do that to me; to kill me. Every time I felt you watching me, every crowd I saw you show up in, every dark room I had to go into, that's what I thought about. I thought that a man I was head over heels about; that I could be so wrong about him. So, excuse me for thinking I liked you, sir. I promise it won't ever happen again!" Honey cried herself to sleep that night, refusing to speak to, or even look at Zach again. When she awoke, the bedroom was empty, and a glass of water and a pain pill were waiting on the nightstand. After swallowing the pill, she stared at the ceiling, furious. She didn't want to be there anymore, to be helpless and dependent on him, to obey all his stupid rules. He didn't deserve to take care of her. So, she tightened the straps on her boot and increased the air pressure to hold her broken ankle tightly enough to walk without her crutches. Then, she took off Zach's t-shirt, pulled on her elf dress, and called herself an Uber. It was when she saw the anticipated arrival time of 8 minutes that she realized her mistake. There was no way for her to get down from the loft and out of the apartment quietly in that amount of time. If she used the crutches, she would be able to descend the stairs quickly enough, but they made such a distinctive clicking racket that they would surely wake up her gorilla-like guard. If she hopped down the stairs on her good foot, it might have worked, but her good arm was on the opposite side and she kept losing her balance. Eventually she decided on the most painful course, of going down on her good and bad legs, using her good arm for support. Her boot thunked horribly the first few times, until she got the hang of it and could place it more quietly on the next step and then hop her good foot down to support it before the scream inside her could escape her lips. By the time she reached the bottom, though, she was shaking with pain and exhausted. Curiosity forced her to look around the rest of the apartment as she caught her breath, sitting on the bottom step. It was clean and unmistakably masculine. Exercise equipment took up a lot of the space not already claimed by a leather couch and TV arrangement. Zach lay on the couch, made up with sheets to act as a bed, his feet sticking out over the arm, his hand tucked under the back of his head, his chest rising and falling under the rumpled sheet. If she wasn't so angry, she'd find him handsome; or maybe he still was handsome, she thought grudgingly, closing her eyes miserably and looking away. Why couldn't he be ugly? Life wasn't fair. Uber. Right. Screwing up her courage for what was ahead, she stood and slowly hobbled across the hardwood floor, agonizing over every painful thump and noisy squeak until she finally reached the door. She unlocked the five locks on his large door, each of them being well-oiled and working perfectly. She expected no less of her anal-retentive, grey-skivvies-on-Tuesdays captor. Finally, she tugged open the heavy door to find endless flights of icy steel-mesh stairs leading all the way down to the street where her Uber was waiting. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me; she cried, breaking down into tears. A strong arm slid down around her waist and mercifully shifted her weight off her throbbing foot, "I know. It sucks. You should try it with a rucksack full of bricks," Zach said, leaning his head down and breathing into her hair. "I want to go home," she whispered. "Let me take care of you; please," Zach murmured into the top of her head, "I; it was my fault this happened to you. I scared you, I know that now; but, please believe me that I would never want to hurt or frighten you like that." "It wasn't just that text," she said, pulling her head away and looking up at him angrily. "All year, I never had a moment's peace. Even when I couldn't see you, I could feel you waiting in the quiet or dark places. Even if you weren't there;" "I was there," he confessed. "I was always there. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't want to talk to me, and the world just didn't make sense to me unless I knew where you were, what you were doing; unless I knew you were safe." "Maybe you knew I was safe, but I didn't! I thought I'd done something; that somehow I deserved to have this beautiful, scary monster hunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done to destroy something that was so; wonderful." "You didn't do anything, Honey. Nothing at all. You were perfect. You were so perfect that I couldn't keep; you didn't do anything wrong. I never meant to send you that message; please, please believe me." "Why did you send it?" she asked, finally looking up into his eyes. The dark blue liquid pools of her eyes turned violet in the moonlight, and Zach felt a tightening in his chest. "I; I can't tell you that; but it was never meant for you." "You mean, you meant to send that message to someone else? To hurt them like that?" "Honey, I; Zach said, looking around, unable to meet her eyes, "Please, I can't; you wouldn't understand; my life isn't like that anymore." "I want to go home, Zach; please," she whispered. Zach closed his eyes for a long moment before he swallowed and nodded, looking like he was in more pain than she was. "I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? Or Terry will, if you don't want me to. He'll check the place out, make sure you're set up and safe there. You're tired, you're hurting, and your Uber's gone, now. Let me take you back upstairs and you can go in the morning. Please." At that moment, a throb of pain shot through her entire leg, and as angry as Honey was, she knew she couldn't face her empty apartment without a few more hours of rest. "Okay," she whispered. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

'Tis the season, and it's time once again for the Christmas episode of The Muscle Car Place—a tradition now 17 years strong. We're thrilled to welcome our most exclusive guest of the year, known by many names around the world, but to us he'll always be Santa Claus. 2025 was a whirlwind year filled with unforgettable moments alongside the Holley MoParty and the Kibbe & Friends gang, from epic parking lot steak dinners to incredible interviews with creators and automotive legends, capped off by the best SEMA experience I've had since debuting my Chevelle. We came home with a mountain of great content, lasting memories, and gratitude for the amazing community that continues to surround this show. As always, this episode also pauses to remember the real reason for the season—the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. If the noise of Christmas has made it easy to miss that truth, Linus Van Pelt said it best long ago by reading Luke 2:8–14, which we share again in this episode. If that message stirs something in your heart—whether it's brand new or something you've drifted away from—know that you can always come home, and Christmas is a perfect time to do it. If you'd like to learn more about accepting Christ's gift to you, I or anyone on our staff would be honored to talk with you. The post TMCP #633: The 2025 Christmas Show: 17th Annual Feature Interview with Santa Claus – Does The Sleigh Have Turbine Power? first appeared on The Muscle Car Place.

Broadway star Jessica Vosk joins the pod for a raw conversation on the good, the bad, the ugly of fame and success. Jessica discusses her wild life pre-Broadway, from leaning on alcohol during a toxic corporate job, to becoming sober and starring on Wicked. Jessica Vosk takes us behind the scenes of working with Alicia Keys on Hells Kitchen On Broadway, details how she unexpectedly went viral with Vosk In The City, and lets fans know what to expect on her Sleigh Christmas tour. We bond over being from New Jersey, our love for David Foster and Katharine McPhee, and Jessica opens up about working with The Hit Man. We end it "vosking" about the highly toxic political environment, the corrupt health insurance crisis, and how batshit crazy ICE is.

There can be a lot on our plates at this time of year - and our meals can come with a side of sickness. The Australian Food Safety Information Council has released its top tips for how to enjoy the season safely - aiming to reduce more than four and a half million* [[4.67M]] cases of food poisoning each year. - በብዓይነቱ መግቢ ንፌስታ ክትቋደስዎ ክትምድቡ እንከለኹም ገለ ምኽርታት ምናልባት ኣገደስቲ ዝኾኑ ክህልዉ ይኽእሉ'ዮም። ምኽንያቱ እቶም ንቕርቦም መግብታት ኣብ'ዚ እዋን ኣብ መኣድና ብዙሓት ይኾኑ'ሞ ኣብ ገለ ክፋሉ ሕማም የምጽኡልና።

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Well at this time of the year, we really have no choice! We here at TSHE are trying (?) to get in the spirit of the holiday season and are here to talk all those little things that remind us what time of year it is! From giant red bows to Christmas car decorations and the beginning of family birthday season, the Coven (™) discusses what makes it a December to remember.In other news, Hillary is letting her show-off demon get the best of her. Also (cue Jerry Seinfeld voice), what's the deal with Jeeps and rubber duckies? And as usual, TSHE could foresee the future! As we discussed a few weeks ago, hockey romances are so hot (and very horny) right now!TSHE Recommends: Heated RivalryConnect with the show!This is your show, too. Feel free to drop us a line, send us a voice memo, or fax us a butt to let us know what you think.Facebook group: This Show Has EverythingFax Bobby Your Butt: 617-354-8513 Feedback form: www.throwyourphone.com Email: tsheshow@gmail.comAOL Keyword: TSHE

The holiday real estate season has arrived, and it may be one of the most strategic times of the year for homebuyers and sellers. This week on Real Estate Today, we dig into how the housing market is performing right now, whether home prices are still rising or beginning to level out, and why this festive season may offer unique opportunities for anyone looking to make a move before the New Year. We also explore the ups, downs, and even the funny moments that real estate pros experience during the holidays. Guests include Mike Ferrante, REALTOR® from Cleveland; Seb Frey, Silicon Valley real estate broker and host of the YouTube channel Seb Frey TV; Jenny Smith, REALTOR® with Jenny Smith & Associates in Georgia; Patrick Roach, president and co-founder of Southwestern Real Estate in Illinois; Angie Hicks, founder of the home services website Angi; and Kirsten Jordan, real estate broker with the Corcoran Group and alum of Bravo's "Million Dollar Listing New York." Plus, in our Hot or Not segment, we break down this season's top holiday home design trends, including the Ralph Lauren Christmas aesthetic, bright multicolored Christmas lights, and the rise of artificial Christmas trees.

Choral Con Fusion's Adam Lacey chats to PJ about their event this Sun in St Peters North Main St at 7pm Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Summer holiday period might involve shared meals and there are some favourites in the mix but also there can be a lot on our plates at this time of year, and our meals can come with a side of sickness. - Liburan musim panas banyak melibatkan makan bersama dengan hidangan favorit namun ada banyak hal yang harus kita waspada diantaranya makanan yang kita konsumsi bisa disertai dengan risiko sakit perut jika tidak berhati-hati.

Can you believe we're in the final weeks of 2025?! I'm taking a moment to reflect on this year, the wins, the challenges, and all the growth in between, and I want you to do the same. Whether it's writing down your top 3 wins, leaning into lessons from setbacks, or thinking about what you want to manifest in 2026, this is the time to pause, celebrate, and set intentions. Don't let year-end pressure stress you out; instead, focus on finishing strong, letting go of what no longer serves you, and stepping into the new year with clarity, gratitude, and confidence. Your journey matters, every bit of growth counts, and the best is yet to come!Get your Raising Serotonin Merch here! FOLLOW RAISING SEROTONIN ON INSTAGRAM HERE Support the show

Want a Christmas movie where Santa trades milk and cookies for a flamethrower and a wood chipper? We've got you covered. This week, Zena and Shelby are hanging out with a special guest, their contest winner, Danielle, aka @thewitchofthewood! And in honor of Mike P. Nelson's SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT hitting theaters this Friday, the three slice into Steven C. Miller's SILENT NIGHT (2012). This remake basically asks, “What if Santa finally snapped?” Plus, they serve up killer horror movie recommendations for beginners, tackle a listener's hot take, and more! Don't forget to snag your tickets for SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT: SNDNmovie.com. Check out The Final Girls Club feat. Danielle and Shelby: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkNPX9sWj-k Let's get bloody! Let's get disgusting! Got a horror question you've been dying to ask us? Don't be shy, we don't bite…much! We want to hear from you! Call and leave us a message at (224) 475-1040, shoot us a text, or drop us an email @ bdisgustingpodcast@gmail.com. Your question could be the next one we tackle live on the podcast! Don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe on your favorite apps. Sign up for SCREAMBOX now at screambox.com and stream the best in horror: new, cult, and everything in between! *** Follow us on social media and join the conversation! // Follow Danielle IG: @thewitchofthewood Bluesky: thewitchofthewood.bsky.social Letterboxd: letterboxd.com/drmanhatin // Follow The Bloody Disgusting Podcast Twitter/X: twitter.com/BDisgustingpod IG: www.instagram.com/bdisgustingpod Bluesky: bsky.app/profile/bdisgustingpod.bsky.social Facebook: www.facebook.com/bloodydisgustingpodcast // Follow Shelby Novak Twitter/X: @shelbybnovak | IG: @shelbybnovak/ | Bluesky: shelbybnovak.bsky.social // Follow Scare You To Sleep Podcast Twitter/X: @scareyoutosleep IG: @scareyoutosleep/ Bluesky: scareyoutosleep.bsky.social // Follow Zena Dixon Twitter/X: @LovelyZena | IG: @realqueenofhorror/ | Bluesky: lovelyzena.bsky.social YouTube: www.youtube.com/@RealQueenofHorror/videos TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@realqueenofhorror Watch FREE horror streaming 24/7 on Screambox! https://www.screambox.com/livetv Never miss a horror headline, follow us on Instagram - https://instagram.com/bdisgusting Twitter - https://twitter.com/bdisgusting Facebook - https://facebook.com/BloodyDisgusting Your #1 source for all things horror since 2001! https://bloody-disgusting.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tom Sleigh is a multiple award winning poet, dramatist and essayist. He's written eleven books of poetry. His most recent is “The King's Touch”, which won the Paterson Poetry Prize. His other works include “Army Cats”, winner of the John Updike Award, “Space Walk”, winner of the Kingsley Tufts Award, and “Far Side Of The Earth”, which won an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. His poems and prose have appeared in The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, Yale Review and The Village Voice. He is a Professor (Emeritus) at Hunter College. And he has also worked as a journalist in Syria, Lebanon, Somalia, Kenya, Iraq, and Libya. In the PoetryFest portion of this episode Tom will read his poem "A Man Plays Debussy for a Blind, Eighty-Four-Year-Old Elephant" from “The King's Touch”.My featured song is my version of Thelonious Monk's “Well, You Needn't” from my debut 1994 album Miles Behind. Spotify link.—-----------------------------------------------------------The Follow Your Dream Podcast:Top 1% of all podcasts with Listeners in 200 countries!Click here for All Episodes Click here for Guest List Click here for Guest Groupings Click here for Guest TestimonialsClick here to Subscribe Click here to receive our Email UpdatesClick here to Rate and Review the podcast—----------------------------------------CONNECT WITH TOM:www.tomsleigh.com—----------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST SINGLE:“MA PETITE FLEUR STRING QUARTET” is Robert's latest release. It transforms his jazz ballad into a lush classical string quartet piece. Praised by a host of classical music stars.CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—---------------------------------------ROBERT'S RECENT SINGLE“MI CACHIMBER” is Robert's recent single. It's Robert's tribute to his father who played the trumpet and loved Latin music.. Featuring world class guest artists Benny Benack III and Dave Smith on flugelhornCLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—--------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST ALBUM:“WHAT'S UP!” is Robert's latest compilation album. Featuring 10 of his recent singles including all the ones listed below. Instrumentals and vocals. Jazz, Rock, Pop and Fusion. “My best work so far. (Robert)”CLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEOCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—----------------------------------------Audio production:Jimmy RavenscroftKymera Films Connect with the Follow Your Dream Podcast:Website - www.followyourdreampodcast.comEmail Robert - robert@followyourdreampodcast.com Follow Robert's band, Project Grand Slam, and his music:Website - www.projectgrandslam.comYouTubeSpotify MusicApple MusicEmail - pgs@projectgrandslam.com  

There can be a lot on our plates at this time of year - and our meals can come with a side of sickness. The Australian Food Safety Information Council has released its top tips for how to enjoy the season safely - aiming to reduce more than four and a half million* [[4.67M]] cases of food poisoning each year. - クリスマスはご家族やお友達と食事を楽しむ機会が増えますが、 年末年始が真夏となるオーストラリアでは、食の安全に特に注意が必要です。

Sleigh rides in July, swinging Santas, holidays in Harlem, ca. 1920s-1940s. Music: Swingin' Them Jingle Bells (1936) - Fats Waller & His Rhythm; Santa Claus Came in the Spring (1935) - Benny Goodman & His Orchestra; Santa Claus Blues (1924) - Eva Taylor, Clarence Williams' Blue Five; I Told Santa Claus to Bring Me You (1937) - Bernie Cummins, Holiday in Harlem (1937) - Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb; Snowy Morning Blues (V-disc 1943) - James P. Johnson; Winter Weather (1941) - Fats Waller & His Rhythm; Snowfall (1941) - Claude Thornhill & His Orchestra; I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (1937) - Billie Holiday; Christmas Morning Blues (1926) - Victoria Spivey, Lonnie Johnson; Santa Claus Crave (1927) - Elzadie Robinson; Santa Claus, Bring My Man Back (1928) - Ozie Ware, Duke Ellington Hot Five; At the Christmas Ball (1925) - Bessie Smith; Christmas Night in Harlem (1934) - Paul Whiteman; Winter Weather (1941) - Peggy Lee, Benny Goodman.

There can be a lot on our plates at this time of year - and our meals can come with a side of sickness. The Australian Food Safety Information Council has released its top tips for how to enjoy the season safely - aiming to reduce more than four and a half million* [[4.67M]] cases of food poisoning each year.

Watch the YouTube version of this episode HEREIn this episode, host Tyson Mutrux shares his top tools, gadgets, and resources that boost his productivity and well-being. Covering everything from health aids like the Chirp Wheel and Back Pod, to office and recording gear, AI-powered software, and business management platforms, Tyson offers practical recommendations for both personal and professional use. Listen in for actionable insight to streamline workflows and enhance daily operations.1:06 Health and Wellness Tools3:02 Google Docs Dark Mode and Chrome Extensions6:42 Microphone Accessories and Lighting8:37 Favorite AI Tools and Browsers14:30 Zoho and Case Management Software16:36 Notebook LM and Video Transcription Tools17:34 Presentation and Video Editing Tools18:36 Agent Building Platforms and Communication Tools21:27 Automation and Whiteboard Tools23:41 Trial Resources and Background Research Key Takeaways:Health and wellness tools for back and rib pain reliefOffice and recording equipment for video production and podcastingSoftware and AI tools for productivity and organizationCommunication tools for team collaboration and messagingData analysis and insights toolsPresentation and video content creation toolsWorkflow automation and integration solutionsFinancial management tools for expense trackingLanguage interpretation services for multilingual needsResources for improving writing and sales skillsTune in to today's episode and checkout the full show notes here. 

Today, we're diving into a fun festive story packed with snowflakes, silliness, and one very fluffy troublemaker: George! You might know George from Koala Moon, and Barnaby too—the owl who never says no to an adventure. But today, they're swapping nighttime exploring for a chilly Christmas escapade, complete with snow, singing, and a cracked old tea tray that might be the wonkiest sled ever. So get cozy… and let the Christmas adventure begin! 

In this critical episode of the Ask Andrew podcast, Kellen Ainey is joined by Andrew Sleigh to dive into the accelerating crisis in precious metals. With global mints like the Royal Canadian Mint, Perth Mint, Indian Mint, and even the U.S. Mint facing significant shortages, is a silver supply shock inevitable? Andrew explains how changes in VAT in China, rising physical premiums, and limited product availability are converging to push the gold and silver prices even higher. Learn why now may be the last window to buy gold and buy silver before premiums explode. Topics include the collapse of fiat currencies, BRICS nations preparing with gold-backed systems, institutional vs. retail demand, and critical issues around physical bullion availability. This is a must-watch for anyone concerned about the future of the dollar and protecting wealth with gold and silver.

Holiday shopping season is upon us. Inflation and economic uncertainty are definitely in the mix this year, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t committed to spending. If you’re looking for a thoughtful gift, sometimes where you shop can matter just as much as what you buy. Laura Clise is here with some ideas. She’s the CEO and founder of Intentionalist, which connects shoppers with local businesses. Find Laura's recommendations here. We can only make Seattle Now because listeners support us. Tap here to make a gift and keep Seattle Now in your feed. Got questions about local news or story ideas to share? We want to hear from you! Email us at seattlenow@kuow.org, leave us a voicemail at (206) 616-6746 or leave us feedback online.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this episode of the Passport Profits and Pixie Dust show, Lindsay Dollinger shares strategies for women entrepreneurs (men too) on creating non-manipulative, magical holiday offers. With practical examples from Disney's approach, five tips are given: wrap offers like gifts, lead with value instead of scarcity, tell engaging holiday stories, create limited-time magic, and focus on the customer's needs. The episode emphasizes the importance of making holiday offers feel special, thereby making the selling process enjoyable for both entrepreneurs and their clients. The host also promotes the Social Sales Society and the Social Sales Studio for additional support. 00:00 Welcome to Passport Profits and Pixie Dust 00:18 Creating Magical Holiday Offers 00:39 Understanding the Holiday Buying Mindset 02:00 Five Tips for Holiday Sales Success 02:02 Tip 1: Wrap Your Offers Like a Gift 02:56 Tip 2: Lead with Value, Not Scarcity 04:43 Tip 3: Tell a Holiday Story 06:19 Tip 4: Create Limited Time Magic 08:02 Tip 5: Make It About Them 09:03 Wrapping Up and Holiday Challenge 10:47 Join the Social Sales Society ✨ Connect with Lindsay Instagram: @lindsaydollinger Website: www.lindsaydollinger.com Let's work together: https://www.lindsaydollinger.com/links Take your Marketing Superpower Quiz: https://www.lindsaydollinger.com/quiz Get access to done-for-you content calendars and social templates inside the Social Sales Studio:

What's up, dudes? It's the 40th anniversary of Santa Claus: The Movie! Pax Holley from Cult Film Club, Crestwood House, and I Read Movies is with me to talk all about the novelization!  Santa Claus: The Movie was released in 1985, and it chronicled the origin of the Jill old elf himself. Eventually, it transitions into anDudley Moore vehicle as his elf character Patch takes center stage. Patch feels unappreciated and sets out into the world to prove himself. The novelization fills some plot points the movie left out due to time constraints. For example, the elves used to deliver the gifts themselves, but stopped as it grew harder. Also, in preparation for the big flight, they built a simulator for Santa. The novelization even explains why Santa has to go down chimneys due to modern man's lack of trust in one another. Oh, and Patch returns to the Pole and shares Santa's assistant duties with Puffy.Sleigh flight simulator? Check. Confirmation of Cornelia's adoption? For sure. Kids writing letters to Santa apologizing for their lack of faith? Definitely! So grab your stardust, eat some magic candy canes, and fly into this episode on the novelization of Santa Claus: The Movie!Cult Film ClubFB: @CultFilmClub Twitter: @CFCPod IG: @cultfilmclub Hellbent for LetterboxGive us a buzz! Send a text, dudes!Check us out on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Totally Rad Christmas Mall & Arcade, Teepublic.com, or TotallyRadChristmas.com! Later, dudes!

On this Episode of Buzzing about Romance, we are filling up your Holiday Sleigh with all the must-read Holiday Romance books.

In this Ask Andrew podcast, Kellen Ainey is joined by Andrew Sleigh to discuss the real state of global markets, the AI bubble, and what's coming for the financial system. Andrew shares his deep insights on the illusion behind the stock market's highs, the danger of inflated P/E ratios, and the critical importance of holding physical precious metals. With looming bank bail-ins, the rise of digital ID, and a potential collapse of the fiat system, this episode is essential for those looking to buy gold, buy silver, or simply understand how to preserve their wealth. Topics include the price of gold, silver price movements, and why gold price and silver price trends reflect dollar weakness, not commodity strength. Don't wait until it's too late. Learn why gold and silver remain the only real money in today's system.

This week we discuss one of the craziest Christmas episodes of South Park (but not THE craziest ... looking at you Woodland Critter Christmas) ... Red Sleigh Down! Buy some Christmas 365 Merch Join our FB Group Follow us on IG Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

What's up, dudes? Mike Westfall of Advent Calendar House and Tim Babb from Can't Wait for Christmas are with me to talk all about the genius that is Al Yankovic! Even Caleb Cote from Insert Reference Here pops in to dive into Weird Al “Christmas at Ground Zero!”The song is a throwback to the Phil Spector “wall of sound” era, full of bari sax and keyboard layers. Of course, in Al fashion, he copies the style to perfection. Harmonically, it's a simple I-vi-ii-V chord progression reminiscent of the 1960s.Lyrically, the song is awash in Cold War nuclear disaster tropes. Yankovic's label, Scotti Brothers Records, insisted that he record a Christmas album. However, after Yankovic presented the song to his label, they relented, because it was "a little different from what they were expecting." After the song was written and recorded, Yankovic wanted to release the song as a commercial single, but Scotti Bros. refused. Eventually, Scotti Bros. released the song as a promotional single and then commercially.Sleigh bells ringing? Check. Trimming the tree? Uh huh. Atom bombs dropping? Only if it creates new mutants! So load your gun and suck and cover to this episode on Weird Al “Christmas at Ground Zero!” Advent Calendar HouseFB: @adventcalendarhouseTwitter: @adventcalhouseIG: @adventcalendarhouseCan't Wait for Christmas FB: @CantWaitForChristmasPodIG: @cantwaitforchristmaspodTwitter: @ChristmasPodInsert Reference Here                                       Bsky: @forgetfulfrasierGive us a buzz! Send a text, dudes!Check us out on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Totally Rad Christmas Mall & Arcade, Teepublic.com, or TotallyRadChristmas.com! Later, dudes!

Drinks On Us with @rosemcmahonn & @sincerely.ryleigh. S02 E38 of Drinks On Us is all about hosting! The girls give their tips & tricks on how to sleigh your soirée. Tune in for special segments including Sip & Spill, What's In Our Cart, & The Girls' Room. Sit back with your favorite beverage and relax, because the drinks are on us!WHAT'S IN OUR CART:Rose - https://liketk.it/5x4F7 Ryleigh - https://liketk.it/5x4Fh General Links - https://msha.ke/drinksonus/Join the After Party for more exclusive content! Patreon.com/DoucrewFollow Rose & Ry on Instagram & TikTok: @rosemcmahonn @sincerely.ryleighFollow @drinksonuspod on Instagram & TikTok to join the Happy Hour Club!For business inquiries: Roseandryleigh@gmail.comAudio and video podcasts edited by Penderville Films LLCwww.pendervillefilms.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Traffic control and a shortage of volunteers have officially grounded Santa's sleigh in the small town of Piopio in the Waitomo District. At the Christmas eve parade Santa would normally float in via SH3, however the rising cost of closing the highway and managing traffic means Santa will instead park-up on a side street near the village with other floats. Chair of the Project Pio Pio Trust Melanie Simpson spoke to Lisa Owen.

The holidays should feel warm and human, not like a budgeting panic. We sat down with Casey Messer to unpack how to enjoy a generous, memorable season without waking up to a January bill spiral. From setting a clear, per-person budget to automating weekly transfers into a dedicated holiday fund, we walk through practical steps that calm the mind and protect your money.We start with planning that works even if you're late to the party: build a simple list, put numbers beside names, and track what you've already bought with photos or a quick spreadsheet. Then we move into smarter tools—goal-based budgeting, category alerts, and transaction tags—so you see spending in real time instead of guessing. Casey shares why experiences often beat piles of gifts, how a well-run Secret Santa creates intention, and where traditions like matching pajamas can be fun without the annual cost creep.Money stress often rises as the calendar fills, so we reset the mindset too. Define what the season means to you and let that guide choices about events, hosting, and gifts. If you've already overspent, skip the shame spiral and try a no-spend January while you set up next year's plan. We also cover the hidden costs between now and December—groceries, travel, and parties—and how to stagger purchases to avoid last-minute premiums. With Centric's mobile app, you can connect accounts, set budgets, tag holiday spending, and get nudges that help you stay on track.Ready to trade excess for meaning and build a holiday that actually fits your life? Press play, save your favorites, and share this episode with a friend who needs a calm, clear plan. If you found value, follow Live Better, rate the show, and leave a quick review to help others find us.

What really happens if you skip holiday planning as a business leader? You risk burnout, team drama, and missed family moments. On today's Stacking Your Team Podcast, I share real client stories and a simple three-part plan that helps you prepare your business, your team, and yourself for the holiday rush while protecting your peace and wellbeing. Ready to do things differently this season? Join our Sleigh the Season workshop and walk away with a plan that sets you up for a holiday you can be proud of. Click here to save your seat for the holiday workshop. Work with Shelli Warren: Book a call with Shelli to talk about how coaching can help you elevate your leadership capability. Apply to join the Leadership Lab. Free Resources: Click here to grab our NEWEST resource that guides you through a firing framework that protects your culture and your credibility. Check out more free resources here. Connect with Shelli Warren: Email: leader@stackingyourteam.com Instagram LinkedIn Subscribe to the Stacking Your Team Newsletter