Podcasts about Slither

Send us a textHave you ever anticipated a sequel only to have your expectations completely shattered? That's exactly what happened with Broken Lizard's "Club Dread," their follow-up to the cult classic "Super Troopers." What went wrong when the comedy troupe attempted to blend slasher horror with their established comedy style?In this deeply analytical episode, we dissect the fundamental failures of "Club Dread" as both horror and comedy. The film simply can't decide what it wants to be – lacking genuine scares and creative kills while simultaneously failing to deliver consistent laughs. We explore how the movie squanders numerous comedy setups and character opportunities, creating a frustrating viewing experience where potential humor repeatedly evaporates before reaching satisfying payoffs.Bill Paxton emerges as our unanimous highlight, delivering a genuinely entertaining performance as Coconut Pete, a washed-up Jimmy Buffett-esque resort owner with delusions of musical grandeur. His outburst about writing "Piña Colada-berg" years before "Margaritaville" represents one of the film's few genuinely memorable moments. Yet even his character suffers from the film's structural problems, with his demise occurring unceremoniously off-screen.We compare "Club Dread" to successful horror comedies like "Shaun of the Dead," "Freaky," and "Slither," examining why these films succeed where Broken Lizard failed. The answer lies largely in character development – when characters feel like actual humans rather than caricatures, their peril generates genuine tension, allowing comedy to emerge organically from authentic situations.Join us for this entertaining breakdown of a disappointing sophomore effort from Broken Lizard, and stick around to hear what Vin Diesel classic we'll be tackling next week. Whether you're a fan of horror comedies or just enjoy dissecting failed film experiments, this episode offers plenty of laughs and insights into the challenging art of genre-blending.Written Lovingly with AIBe our friend!Dan: @shakybaconTony: @tonydczechAnd follow the podcast on IG: @hatewatchingDAT

It's the middle of the year (already!) and since it's a little late to celebrate the 4th of July, we're going to review 2006's SLITHER, written and directed by James Gunn (in his debut!). There's also some invasive worm species in the United States, and Kate begins their journey into SMALLVILLE while Elle keeps themselves sane with cinema watching.You can follow the podcast and hosts on Twitter/Bluesky at @HorrorTimePod and at @dykemadden and @ellemdesigns! If you like what we do, you can rate, review, and subscribe to us on Spotify, Apple Podcast, Stitcher, or wherever you listen to your favorites. Contact us at stophorrortime@gmail.com for any comments, questions, or movies you would like for us to cover in the future!

Hé non ! Vous ne rêvez pas ! Il s'agit bien d'un nouveau podcast thématique sur les belles ondes de First Print ! Décidément, entre la reprise régulière des Back Issues et le second podcast thématique sur la première moitié de l'année, on peut dire que vous êtes gâtés ! Et pour être original, on ne s'intéressera pas aujourd'hui à un personnage de comics ou un auteur de bande dessinée, mais bien à un homme qui, certes, écrit beaucoup, mais surtout réalise des films, et est même désormais à la tête de tout un univers partagé en construction : James Gunn !Un podcast costaud thématique sur James Gunn !En compagnie de notre ami Renaud et du vénérable maître Spleenter, c'est sous la tutelle de Corentin - qui s'approprie l'animation de ces podcasts thématiques, pour lequel je ne suis qu'un humble intervenant - que nous vous proposons cette longue émission sur James Gunn. Beaucoup connaissent le réalisateur de Superman pour ses Gardiens de la Galaxie, mais le bonhomme vient d'une toute autre école de cinéma, très loin des blockbusters de super-héros mainstream. On revient donc sur les années Troma du bonhomme, son parcours dans le film de genre (avec Slither, Super...) et ses activités de scénariste, avant d'embrayer sur la mainstreamisation de Gunn quand ce dernier est recruté chez Marvel Studios pour s'occuper des Gardiens. On termine bien entendu avec l'arrivée chez DC Films, la reprise de DC Studios et ce que le bonhomme chercher désormais à accomplir pour DC sur les écrans.Nous espérons que cette émission très dense (que vous pouvez picorer en plusieurs fois, n'hésitez pas !) vous plaira, et si c'est le cas et que vous voulez nous soutenir dans nos efforts et notre travail, ne manquez pas de : partager le podcast partout autour de vous, sur les réseaux et en dehors ; de commenter pour réagir sur notre chaîne youtube, sur le site, sur les commentaires Spotify ; de nous laisser des notes et avis positifs sur Apple Podcasts ou Podcast Addict ; et de nous rejoindre sur notre Discord! Merci à toutes et tous de votre écoute et à bientôt pour le prochain podcast !Soutenez First Print - Votre podcast comics (& BD) préféré sur TipeeeHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Time for another brand new Terrible Terror Podcast and this time I'm looking at the directorial debut of James Gunn with Slither! What exactly are those two things that comes out of Grant's chest? Why would you name your son the same name as your last name? And what is the deal with Mr. Pibb? Find out the answers to all this and more on a brand new podcast!Terrible Terror:Facebook: https://facebook.com/terribleterrorpodcastInstagram: https://instagram.com/terribleterrorpodcastTwitter: https://twitter.com/T_T_PodcastYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@terribleterrorpodcastTwitch: https://twitch.tv/terribleterrorsSuno: https://suno.com/@terribleterrorsDiscord: https://discord.gg/vvKuCVNYCheck out the Terrible Terror Store On TeePublic! The new Corn Tree design is now available:http://tee.pub/lic/e7et5lQSSbw

Author Stephen S. Hall joins Dr. Rob Shumaker and Kristi Lee for part 2 of a fascinating deep dive into his book Slither. From Genesis to genetics, this conversation explores how snakes became symbols of sin, what they can teach us about health, and why public attitudes toward them are slowly changing. You'll hear about snake personalities, snake sex (yes, really), life-saving venom research, and the cultural baggage snakes still carry today. Plus—there's a surprise visit from Frank, the in-studio snake.

Pools of blood, And pools of dust, And fools, and fools, and fools Pools of love, And pools of list And tools and tools, and tools Pools of us, And Pools of hours And palms of pools D'hors Pools of plants, And pools of listen Pools and Pools and Pools Now, for us, what's at stake has come upon us For whether which now or ever ties have made for us to burn; Ne'er mistake there lust for listens and of ponders, Waterfalls of love and feathers, wanders Ties to honor stars and fore of fathers Almost lost it, there, I– Almost gathered, therefore. [ ] So to us who part ties, Of tied knots and of stomach's wrench To nourish shadows as remains her honor, I, depart my once, I, as flocking doves, The twist'of fated never Bare I fear or fonder Where, where, for again (bare tied as to none) and again wakes as has but not in time, to grove– The box I paved and yet, Set aside not as slabs of stone Or ash and fire But there i wake In cedar pine and oak The turn of slumber as the glow of what I once did not know, Now has shined against My eyes as water Luminescence Oh Goddamnit. Peaking pride, the oath Again i wait and ne'er did I come, but forth I woke, and also thought Not one but worlds of color, And there i know, to heart the seas I parted Not shallow or in shallows waking, red as scarlet blood but mauve, and then, the coping stays of which I gathered here has Agape and aching, wet with pride and courage Forefront others As thought to know, I, And I become, as known, now not and. “All White World” Our ENSEMBLE awakens slowly in the void of light; an all white space seemingly endless and drenched in blinding light; slowly awakening as if upon a cloud, and yet, washed in the drenched brightness of an all white world–familiar and together, but also new; The uniformity of all white attire and the simplicity of symmetry–all alike but of many and also one. I promise there's pancakes; I promise there's porridge I primise there's light at the end of the tunnel (the end of the night and beginning of brunch) And yes, I promise a run And a run for the office (not by far) And not unpardoned I promise to pray And I promise to wait And i promise to ache In the acres I've laid Made of all green pastures And days and days Without saying my name Pass us over Now…. Hiatus, Hiatus, Hiatus! My maples for all of us, cornbread And cream of the coconut (cream of the coconut) Screams from the underworld (Calling! They're calling) And trees of the very best kind; Plush with fruits What a prosperous product A merciless giving A scrupulous foreign (For four eyes, not one on my forehead) –policy! Don't you know, Conan, That all this goes over my– Over my over– Over my Over my head, –like a snowball? Don't you know, though, That nothing goes over his– Over his over– Over his Over his head –no one throws that high! (Not in softball!) ENSEMBLE What an apocalypse! What an apocalypse! What a protocol! What a dunce! What an oddball! Don't you know Nothing goes over Goes over Goes over us Nothing goes over us Nothing goes over Nothing goes over No bombs being dropped And the worst has to come because Nobody's turning this off; It's a turning point Not a mantra! It's a saga And nothing less short than a– Awful apocalypse; Long hiatus and no-low doses of Polymorohypothesis– Whatever that is! Don't you know, Conan, They're all going wrong with us. No, There's no knowing the coat From the hotbox, the hoot from the horus, the laugh from the chopsticks, The room full of products Or coatrooms of corpses No, There's no knowing us But out of nowhere The hour comes running upon us, And so The show must go on The show must go on The show must go…. DIRECTOR CUT! WHAT! That was FABULOUS! I don't disagree with you. However– What is it now? A MAN hangs by nothing but seemingly a very tightly buckled pair of restraints, above his head–the source of the object from which he hangs unknown, he appears to almost float, in fact, in quite the sufferable struggle. Holy fuck, guy. You're still up here? The VOICE comes from above but is yet unseen, it appears as though two very tidy clean white tennis shoes appear to be holding the straps of these restraints in place. CONT'D That's amazing. No false ties, And no hard wars, And no jolly ranchers, Gob stoppers, or nerf ropes. No fruit roll ups, No lunchables, or gushers No hamburger helper And no candy crush Just Drugs And more Drugs And more Drugs and more Morons Donuts, and drag queens, Tim Hortons, And Mormons; Mothballs, and Roaches, And horseflies, And rodents – Now guess which long road you're on (guess which long road you're on) Guess which long road you're aaaaahhhhhh– HALT. Who goes there. What the fuck is THIS. Finally, two acts past intermission, The troll under the bridge has put his cancer in remission The redactions have acted as class-action warfare, McDonalds has sponsored us, But barely. Look: just. No. I'm not endorsing this. Why. Because! It's killing people! Shh! It is! He–'s uh–joking. Actors! Improvising! Hush. Left and right! Speaking of left and right– You know who our sponsors are, right? Of coure! This nonsense! No! The– Shh–! –Owners of this product. Beg your pardon. Do you know who owns this brand and company? No. Well, do your research. Immediately. I highly recommend that. This seems serious. Serious as a heart attack. ACTION! Fuck you! Nuhhhhh–fuck you, you fucking fuck! Look, you lost, alright. Ughhhhhh. It's three to one. Three to one?! Yes. Fuck. Wait a–wait– What. Aren't there five of you guys? What? Huh-huh? No. Yes. There are. No. There's. Why. Five–of us–four of us You're lying. One, two, three *hiccups* four– Strike force “five”? I'm two guys! FUCK. We're missing one. Fuck. They figured us out. I figured out nothing. I'm drunk. I Fluffed. just know the difference–s between Five and One What. Four and Five! okay . Fuck. Well that's right. Well can't we just do it with us. NO! Why not. Because. the singularity has to be in the exact circumstance when this lightning strikes as the first one was. But– That's impossible. It's not–*hiccups*--umpossible. I was 9! “9 and a half!” “The half counts.” But not right now! Because i'm like a 60 year old guy! What! Gross. You're 60?! I think so! Then how old am I!?! I don't know! How old were you before!? I'm your brother! You don't know how old I am!? You're not my brother now, so maybe–I don't know–you never were! *gasps* take that bacK! [The boys fight amongst eachother] Fuck me, man. No thank you. What in the fuck did I write. I don't know but. CUT TO Ooh. Dice. DON'T TOUCH *poof* ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S “The Magic Dice” (A Triad) NICE. FUCK yOu DUDE. nO fuck U U dElEETED My WRLD. THen is must not have been that great. *exaggerateD gasp* *even more exaggerated gasp* *Fluffs* *fluffs harder* *explodes* [The Festival Project ™ ] MEANWHILE The Aliens Are On A Pirate Ship, There's Still No Sign of [Redacted] and that's what this beat is called. -U. iS this a montage? Idk it just seems like a ship sinking in very slow motion. [A pirate ship full of aliens is sinking in very slow motion in a thunderous maelstrom.] (in IMAX 3D) Wow. I like that. This is fascinating. JIMMY KIMMEL is pacing relentlessly; he is driving the other hosts up a wall. KIMMEL I'm hungry, I want pants. I'm hungry– I want pants– Jimmy... KIMMEL I'm hungry– Jimmy! KIMMEL I want pants! JIMMY! KIMMEL WHAT! I'M HUNGRY AND I WANT PANTS! Oh, is that when— CRAIG FURGUSON has had enough. CRAIG You want bloody pants! KIMMEL YES! I WANT PANTS! CRAIG You know what! Fine! I'll make you some fucking pants if you just–shut UP! KIMMEL AND I'M HUNGRY. CRAIG FIRST THINGS FIRST! CRAIG FURGUSON assembles some very eclectic pants from the drapery inside the mansion; this of course reveals the windows to be boarded up in a highly distinct bunker-like maximum security prison-ish fashion, but THE HOSTS at the very least now have makeshift pants; which are startlingly fashionable: read: bohemian chic. Why do mine have beads still attached? He pulls the decorative ripchord and his fly opens promptly. Oh. CRAIG FURGUSON For emergencies. He continues pulling it in sequence with the matching lamp; he alternates turning the lights on and off and opening and shutting his pants flap in admiration. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D In case you really have to go. (Facinated) Ooh! CRAIG FURGUSON is satisfied with his work. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D I guess you could say, “The curtains match the drapes” CONAN O'BRIEN (beat) …not mine. {Enter The Multiverse} Fearsome, fearsome friends– Fearsome fearsome few Fearsome fearsome tears Listen whispers Fearsome twin Silly hollows All the lies All that waits is Hollywood and chosen five at ends of times All that waits are kings and wisdom All that knows are far, and farther All that needs is nothing, lessons All that fears is our kind Waiting. Shallow. Whispers, Gaining, Hornets nests and looming , gifted Shadow watchers Our time Farrows, Listen, Glistening as sparrows, Gifted– Kill God, There remains a far price There remains a far cry A call to wolves A false time The fabric is losts on Ghosts and Carry trains, Wishes and Tilted, Whisperers Before our Galaxy of Hard times and Wishes, Wishes, Wilting, Flowers, Waiting, Waiting And Waiting And Waiting And wanting but watching The water Gallons Fly up The wanted Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Far cries, Far cry Fear twins, have shattered To notice us Chatterbox Listens and Life turns and Waiting and Galaxies Gallantly Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Waiting And Waiting And Waiting and Water. We're watching you. An ACHINGLY TALL red-headed fellow finds himself in a FIGHT TO THE DEATH, being cast over eons and decades, and cascaded in and our of portals throughout the ever-infinite dimensional portals of unknown realms as his grasp on life itself and reality begins to fade as he crosses in and out of parallels, one galaxy to the next and one lifetime to another, gripping death and darkness in one hand and light and living in the other. In this bloody brawl, scrawling across an expanse of unknown and unknowable times and realms, this mystic remains still yet as infinite and omniscient in himself as the Gods he looks to for mercy, as the journey has been known to become of these very same deities in its context and process. A folding timeline of blood and sacrifice melds itself into the rope of the materiel worlds; not one fabric of time but many twisted and woven fibers into one rope from which he climbs into the ranks of the upperworld–or heaven, then also slipping seemingly sometimes into the depths of the underworld, a Hell known to all man as this, existence not as one but many consumed in the shadow processes of wickedness and torture, war amongst one another, and the well known humanities of pride, faith, justice and wealth. …this is supposed to be Conan? Uhh… “Achingly tall red-head?” yeah I guess. –O'Brien? [beat] He seems capable. Don't pity me, For not I weep of our pride on doorsteps not allowed, But for the grace and hope of fortune in another world i've known But lest forgotten; Do not feign me for my ignorance in desire, For I am not of man, or woman, or grain, or stone But of the world itself and all ire. (Don't doubt me.) To be cruel not those who pass judgement That weighs in this way or that is utmost critical, In this the end of times and now the end of my desires, And yet the way that I have known, And the offer I have rung Is not here, but elsewhere. And yea, I walk alone. Amen. What the fuck does this have to do with show hosts. Almost always Irish Catholic Almost Always clothed in robes Almost Always fathers, aren't I? Almost always old, of Rome. Almost always birds of feather Almost always sticks and stones Almost always on the airwaves Almost always silver, gold Slither, Slither, Here i wait And Slither slither, Here I came And whether she will slit her wrists Is neither here Nor either there It's a comfort that I offer you to slaughter; That you'd rather not to love but instead murder– I'd be better off to love, then kill you after, Course, tarantula, or just as well, a spider. It's a comfort that I offer you to kill me; Lay my head upon a sanded wooden platter– That you'd rather me to say I'd kill than love you– So I rather just to love, then murder after. Woah. Good to God, God ought to know. I close my palms together full of laughter, So. Good to God, God ought to know, I sacrified my life for ever after. So far. Good to God, God ought to know, That all he wants, I want My heart is surely shattered. Now what. Good as God, God ought to know, That all I want becomes; The looking glass, The wishing well, The cross to bare The shepherd to the pasture. Amen. Omen. All men. Want none. But one. But– So. [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS W E L C O M E -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved B A C K Tales of A Superstar DJ

Pools of blood, And pools of dust, And fools, and fools, and fools Pools of love, And pools of list And tools and tools, and tools Pools of us, And Pools of hours And palms of pools D'hors Pools of plants, And pools of listen Pools and Pools and Pools Now, for us, what's at stake has come upon us For whether which now or ever ties have made for us to burn; Ne'er mistake there lust for listens and of ponders, Waterfalls of love and feathers, wanders Ties to honor stars and fore of fathers Almost lost it, there, I– Almost gathered, therefore. [ ] So to us who part ties, Of tied knots and of stomach's wrench To nourish shadows as remains her honor, I, depart my once, I, as flocking doves, The twist'of fated never Bare I fear or fonder Where, where, for again (bare tied as to none) and again wakes as has but not in time, to grove– The box I paved and yet, Set aside not as slabs of stone Or ash and fire But there i wake In cedar pine and oak The turn of slumber as the glow of what I once did not know, Now has shined against My eyes as water Luminescence Oh Goddamnit. Peaking pride, the oath Again i wait and ne'er did I come, but forth I woke, and also thought Not one but worlds of color, And there i know, to heart the seas I parted Not shallow or in shallows waking, red as scarlet blood but mauve, and then, the coping stays of which I gathered here has Agape and aching, wet with pride and courage Forefront others As thought to know, I, And I become, as known, now not and. “All White World” Our ENSEMBLE awakens slowly in the void of light; an all white space seemingly endless and drenched in blinding light; slowly awakening as if upon a cloud, and yet, washed in the drenched brightness of an all white world–familiar and together, but also new; The uniformity of all white attire and the simplicity of symmetry–all alike but of many and also one. I promise there's pancakes; I promise there's porridge I primise there's light at the end of the tunnel (the end of the night and beginning of brunch) And yes, I promise a run And a run for the office (not by far) And not unpardoned I promise to pray And I promise to wait And i promise to ache In the acres I've laid Made of all green pastures And days and days Without saying my name Pass us over Now…. Hiatus, Hiatus, Hiatus! My maples for all of us, cornbread And cream of the coconut (cream of the coconut) Screams from the underworld (Calling! They're calling) And trees of the very best kind; Plush with fruits What a prosperous product A merciless giving A scrupulous foreign (For four eyes, not one on my forehead) –policy! Don't you know, Conan, That all this goes over my– Over my over– Over my Over my head, –like a snowball? Don't you know, though, That nothing goes over his– Over his over– Over his Over his head –no one throws that high! (Not in softball!) ENSEMBLE What an apocalypse! What an apocalypse! What a protocol! What a dunce! What an oddball! Don't you know Nothing goes over Goes over Goes over us Nothing goes over us Nothing goes over Nothing goes over No bombs being dropped And the worst has to come because Nobody's turning this off; It's a turning point Not a mantra! It's a saga And nothing less short than a– Awful apocalypse; Long hiatus and no-low doses of Polymorohypothesis– Whatever that is! Don't you know, Conan, They're all going wrong with us. No, There's no knowing the coat From the hotbox, the hoot from the horus, the laugh from the chopsticks, The room full of products Or coatrooms of corpses No, There's no knowing us But out of nowhere The hour comes running upon us, And so The show must go on The show must go on The show must go…. DIRECTOR CUT! WHAT! That was FABULOUS! I don't disagree with you. However– What is it now? A MAN hangs by nothing but seemingly a very tightly buckled pair of restraints, above his head–the source of the object from which he hangs unknown, he appears to almost float, in fact, in quite the sufferable struggle. Holy fuck, guy. You're still up here? The VOICE comes from above but is yet unseen, it appears as though two very tidy clean white tennis shoes appear to be holding the straps of these restraints in place. CONT'D That's amazing. No false ties, And no hard wars, And no jolly ranchers, Gob stoppers, or nerf ropes. No fruit roll ups, No lunchables, or gushers No hamburger helper And no candy crush Just Drugs And more Drugs And more Drugs and more Morons Donuts, and drag queens, Tim Hortons, And Mormons; Mothballs, and Roaches, And horseflies, And rodents – Now guess which long road you're on (guess which long road you're on) Guess which long road you're aaaaahhhhhh– HALT. Who goes there. What the fuck is THIS. Finally, two acts past intermission, The troll under the bridge has put his cancer in remission The redactions have acted as class-action warfare, McDonalds has sponsored us, But barely. Look: just. No. I'm not endorsing this. Why. Because! It's killing people! Shh! It is! He–'s uh–joking. Actors! Improvising! Hush. Left and right! Speaking of left and right– You know who our sponsors are, right? Of coure! This nonsense! No! The– Shh–! –Owners of this product. Beg your pardon. Do you know who owns this brand and company? No. Well, do your research. Immediately. I highly recommend that. This seems serious. Serious as a heart attack. ACTION! Fuck you! Nuhhhhh–fuck you, you fucking fuck! Look, you lost, alright. Ughhhhhh. It's three to one. Three to one?! Yes. Fuck. Wait a–wait– What. Aren't there five of you guys? What? Huh-huh? No. Yes. There are. No. There's. Why. Five–of us–four of us You're lying. One, two, three *hiccups* four– Strike force “five”? I'm two guys! FUCK. We're missing one. Fuck. They figured us out. I figured out nothing. I'm drunk. I Fluffed. just know the difference–s between Five and One What. Four and Five! okay . Fuck. Well that's right. Well can't we just do it with us. NO! Why not. Because. the singularity has to be in the exact circumstance when this lightning strikes as the first one was. But– That's impossible. It's not–*hiccups*--umpossible. I was 9! “9 and a half!” “The half counts.” But not right now! Because i'm like a 60 year old guy! What! Gross. You're 60?! I think so! Then how old am I!?! I don't know! How old were you before!? I'm your brother! You don't know how old I am!? You're not my brother now, so maybe–I don't know–you never were! *gasps* take that bacK! [The boys fight amongst eachother] Fuck me, man. No thank you. What in the fuck did I write. I don't know but. CUT TO Ooh. Dice. DON'T TOUCH *poof* ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S “The Magic Dice” (A Triad) NICE. FUCK yOu DUDE. nO fuck U U dElEETED My WRLD. THen is must not have been that great. *exaggerateD gasp* *even more exaggerated gasp* *Fluffs* *fluffs harder* *explodes* [The Festival Project ™ ] MEANWHILE The Aliens Are On A Pirate Ship, There's Still No Sign of [Redacted] and that's what this beat is called. -U. iS this a montage? Idk it just seems like a ship sinking in very slow motion. [A pirate ship full of aliens is sinking in very slow motion in a thunderous maelstrom.] (in IMAX 3D) Wow. I like that. This is fascinating. JIMMY KIMMEL is pacing relentlessly; he is driving the other hosts up a wall. KIMMEL I'm hungry, I want pants. I'm hungry– I want pants– Jimmy... KIMMEL I'm hungry– Jimmy! KIMMEL I want pants! JIMMY! KIMMEL WHAT! I'M HUNGRY AND I WANT PANTS! Oh, is that when— CRAIG FURGUSON has had enough. CRAIG You want bloody pants! KIMMEL YES! I WANT PANTS! CRAIG You know what! Fine! I'll make you some fucking pants if you just–shut UP! KIMMEL AND I'M HUNGRY. CRAIG FIRST THINGS FIRST! CRAIG FURGUSON assembles some very eclectic pants from the drapery inside the mansion; this of course reveals the windows to be boarded up in a highly distinct bunker-like maximum security prison-ish fashion, but THE HOSTS at the very least now have makeshift pants; which are startlingly fashionable: read: bohemian chic. Why do mine have beads still attached? He pulls the decorative ripchord and his fly opens promptly. Oh. CRAIG FURGUSON For emergencies. He continues pulling it in sequence with the matching lamp; he alternates turning the lights on and off and opening and shutting his pants flap in admiration. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D In case you really have to go. (Facinated) Ooh! CRAIG FURGUSON is satisfied with his work. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D I guess you could say, “The curtains match the drapes” CONAN O'BRIEN (beat) …not mine. {Enter The Multiverse} Fearsome, fearsome friends– Fearsome fearsome few Fearsome fearsome tears Listen whispers Fearsome twin Silly hollows All the lies All that waits is Hollywood and chosen five at ends of times All that waits are kings and wisdom All that knows are far, and farther All that needs is nothing, lessons All that fears is our kind Waiting. Shallow. Whispers, Gaining, Hornets nests and looming , gifted Shadow watchers Our time Farrows, Listen, Glistening as sparrows, Gifted– Kill God, There remains a far price There remains a far cry A call to wolves A false time The fabric is losts on Ghosts and Carry trains, Wishes and Tilted, Whisperers Before our Galaxy of Hard times and Wishes, Wishes, Wilting, Flowers, Waiting, Waiting And Waiting And Waiting And wanting but watching The water Gallons Fly up The wanted Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Far cries, Far cry Fear twins, have shattered To notice us Chatterbox Listens and Life turns and Waiting and Galaxies Gallantly Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Waiting And Waiting And Waiting and Water. We're watching you. An ACHINGLY TALL red-headed fellow finds himself in a FIGHT TO THE DEATH, being cast over eons and decades, and cascaded in and our of portals throughout the ever-infinite dimensional portals of unknown realms as his grasp on life itself and reality begins to fade as he crosses in and out of parallels, one galaxy to the next and one lifetime to another, gripping death and darkness in one hand and light and living in the other. In this bloody brawl, scrawling across an expanse of unknown and unknowable times and realms, this mystic remains still yet as infinite and omniscient in himself as the Gods he looks to for mercy, as the journey has been known to become of these very same deities in its context and process. A folding timeline of blood and sacrifice melds itself into the rope of the materiel worlds; not one fabric of time but many twisted and woven fibers into one rope from which he climbs into the ranks of the upperworld–or heaven, then also slipping seemingly sometimes into the depths of the underworld, a Hell known to all man as this, existence not as one but many consumed in the shadow processes of wickedness and torture, war amongst one another, and the well known humanities of pride, faith, justice and wealth. …this is supposed to be Conan? Uhh… “Achingly tall red-head?” yeah I guess. –O'Brien? [beat] He seems capable. Don't pity me, For not I weep of our pride on doorsteps not allowed, But for the grace and hope of fortune in another world i've known But lest forgotten; Do not feign me for my ignorance in desire, For I am not of man, or woman, or grain, or stone But of the world itself and all ire. (Don't doubt me.) To be cruel not those who pass judgement That weighs in this way or that is utmost critical, In this the end of times and now the end of my desires, And yet the way that I have known, And the offer I have rung Is not here, but elsewhere. And yea, I walk alone. Amen. What the fuck does this have to do with show hosts. Almost always Irish Catholic Almost Always clothed in robes Almost Always fathers, aren't I? Almost always old, of Rome. Almost always birds of feather Almost always sticks and stones Almost always on the airwaves Almost always silver, gold Slither, Slither, Here i wait And Slither slither, Here I came And whether she will slit her wrists Is neither here Nor either there It's a comfort that I offer you to slaughter; That you'd rather not to love but instead murder– I'd be better off to love, then kill you after, Course, tarantula, or just as well, a spider. It's a comfort that I offer you to kill me; Lay my head upon a sanded wooden platter– That you'd rather me to say I'd kill than love you– So I rather just to love, then murder after. Woah. Good to God, God ought to know. I close my palms together full of laughter, So. Good to God, God ought to know, I sacrified my life for ever after. So far. Good to God, God ought to know, That all he wants, I want My heart is surely shattered. Now what. Good as God, God ought to know, That all I want becomes; The looking glass, The wishing well, The cross to bare The shepherd to the pasture. Amen. Omen. All men. Want none. But one. But– So. [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS W E L C O M E -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved B A C K Tales of A Superstar DJ

Pools of blood, And pools of dust, And fools, and fools, and fools Pools of love, And pools of list And tools and tools, and tools Pools of us, And Pools of hours And palms of pools D'hors Pools of plants, And pools of listen Pools and Pools and Pools Now, for us, what's at stake has come upon us For whether which now or ever ties have made for us to burn; Ne'er mistake there lust for listens and of ponders, Waterfalls of love and feathers, wanders Ties to honor stars and fore of fathers Almost lost it, there, I– Almost gathered, therefore. [ ] So to us who part ties, Of tied knots and of stomach's wrench To nourish shadows as remains her honor, I, depart my once, I, as flocking doves, The twist'of fated never Bare I fear or fonder Where, where, for again (bare tied as to none) and again wakes as has but not in time, to grove– The box I paved and yet, Set aside not as slabs of stone Or ash and fire But there i wake In cedar pine and oak The turn of slumber as the glow of what I once did not know, Now has shined against My eyes as water Luminescence Oh Goddamnit. Peaking pride, the oath Again i wait and ne'er did I come, but forth I woke, and also thought Not one but worlds of color, And there i know, to heart the seas I parted Not shallow or in shallows waking, red as scarlet blood but mauve, and then, the coping stays of which I gathered here has Agape and aching, wet with pride and courage Forefront others As thought to know, I, And I become, as known, now not and. “All White World” Our ENSEMBLE awakens slowly in the void of light; an all white space seemingly endless and drenched in blinding light; slowly awakening as if upon a cloud, and yet, washed in the drenched brightness of an all white world–familiar and together, but also new; The uniformity of all white attire and the simplicity of symmetry–all alike but of many and also one. I promise there's pancakes; I promise there's porridge I primise there's light at the end of the tunnel (the end of the night and beginning of brunch) And yes, I promise a run And a run for the office (not by far) And not unpardoned I promise to pray And I promise to wait And i promise to ache In the acres I've laid Made of all green pastures And days and days Without saying my name Pass us over Now…. Hiatus, Hiatus, Hiatus! My maples for all of us, cornbread And cream of the coconut (cream of the coconut) Screams from the underworld (Calling! They're calling) And trees of the very best kind; Plush with fruits What a prosperous product A merciless giving A scrupulous foreign (For four eyes, not one on my forehead) –policy! Don't you know, Conan, That all this goes over my– Over my over– Over my Over my head, –like a snowball? Don't you know, though, That nothing goes over his– Over his over– Over his Over his head –no one throws that high! (Not in softball!) ENSEMBLE What an apocalypse! What an apocalypse! What a protocol! What a dunce! What an oddball! Don't you know Nothing goes over Goes over Goes over us Nothing goes over us Nothing goes over Nothing goes over No bombs being dropped And the worst has to come because Nobody's turning this off; It's a turning point Not a mantra! It's a saga And nothing less short than a– Awful apocalypse; Long hiatus and no-low doses of Polymorohypothesis– Whatever that is! Don't you know, Conan, They're all going wrong with us. No, There's no knowing the coat From the hotbox, the hoot from the horus, the laugh from the chopsticks, The room full of products Or coatrooms of corpses No, There's no knowing us But out of nowhere The hour comes running upon us, And so The show must go on The show must go on The show must go…. DIRECTOR CUT! WHAT! That was FABULOUS! I don't disagree with you. However– What is it now? A MAN hangs by nothing but seemingly a very tightly buckled pair of restraints, above his head–the source of the object from which he hangs unknown, he appears to almost float, in fact, in quite the sufferable struggle. Holy fuck, guy. You're still up here? The VOICE comes from above but is yet unseen, it appears as though two very tidy clean white tennis shoes appear to be holding the straps of these restraints in place. CONT'D That's amazing. No false ties, And no hard wars, And no jolly ranchers, Gob stoppers, or nerf ropes. No fruit roll ups, No lunchables, or gushers No hamburger helper And no candy crush Just Drugs And more Drugs And more Drugs and more Morons Donuts, and drag queens, Tim Hortons, And Mormons; Mothballs, and Roaches, And horseflies, And rodents – Now guess which long road you're on (guess which long road you're on) Guess which long road you're aaaaahhhhhh– HALT. Who goes there. What the fuck is THIS. Finally, two acts past intermission, The troll under the bridge has put his cancer in remission The redactions have acted as class-action warfare, McDonalds has sponsored us, But barely. Look: just. No. I'm not endorsing this. Why. Because! It's killing people! Shh! It is! He–'s uh–joking. Actors! Improvising! Hush. Left and right! Speaking of left and right– You know who our sponsors are, right? Of coure! This nonsense! No! The– Shh–! –Owners of this product. Beg your pardon. Do you know who owns this brand and company? No. Well, do your research. Immediately. I highly recommend that. This seems serious. Serious as a heart attack. ACTION! Fuck you! Nuhhhhh–fuck you, you fucking fuck! Look, you lost, alright. Ughhhhhh. It's three to one. Three to one?! Yes. Fuck. Wait a–wait– What. Aren't there five of you guys? What? Huh-huh? No. Yes. There are. No. There's. Why. Five–of us–four of us You're lying. One, two, three *hiccups* four– Strike force “five”? I'm two guys! FUCK. We're missing one. Fuck. They figured us out. I figured out nothing. I'm drunk. I Fluffed. just know the difference–s between Five and One What. Four and Five! okay . Fuck. Well that's right. Well can't we just do it with us. NO! Why not. Because. the singularity has to be in the exact circumstance when this lightning strikes as the first one was. But– That's impossible. It's not–*hiccups*--umpossible. I was 9! “9 and a half!” “The half counts.” But not right now! Because i'm like a 60 year old guy! What! Gross. You're 60?! I think so! Then how old am I!?! I don't know! How old were you before!? I'm your brother! You don't know how old I am!? You're not my brother now, so maybe–I don't know–you never were! *gasps* take that bacK! [The boys fight amongst eachother] Fuck me, man. No thank you. What in the fuck did I write. I don't know but. CUT TO Ooh. Dice. DON'T TOUCH *poof* ENTER THE MULTIVERSE: L E G E N D S “The Magic Dice” (A Triad) NICE. FUCK yOu DUDE. nO fuck U U dElEETED My WRLD. THen is must not have been that great. *exaggerateD gasp* *even more exaggerated gasp* *Fluffs* *fluffs harder* *explodes* [The Festival Project ™ ] MEANWHILE The Aliens Are On A Pirate Ship, There's Still No Sign of [Redacted] and that's what this beat is called. -U. iS this a montage? Idk it just seems like a ship sinking in very slow motion. [A pirate ship full of aliens is sinking in very slow motion in a thunderous maelstrom.] (in IMAX 3D) Wow. I like that. This is fascinating. JIMMY KIMMEL is pacing relentlessly; he is driving the other hosts up a wall. KIMMEL I'm hungry, I want pants. I'm hungry– I want pants– Jimmy... KIMMEL I'm hungry– Jimmy! KIMMEL I want pants! JIMMY! KIMMEL WHAT! I'M HUNGRY AND I WANT PANTS! Oh, is that when— CRAIG FURGUSON has had enough. CRAIG You want bloody pants! KIMMEL YES! I WANT PANTS! CRAIG You know what! Fine! I'll make you some fucking pants if you just–shut UP! KIMMEL AND I'M HUNGRY. CRAIG FIRST THINGS FIRST! CRAIG FURGUSON assembles some very eclectic pants from the drapery inside the mansion; this of course reveals the windows to be boarded up in a highly distinct bunker-like maximum security prison-ish fashion, but THE HOSTS at the very least now have makeshift pants; which are startlingly fashionable: read: bohemian chic. Why do mine have beads still attached? He pulls the decorative ripchord and his fly opens promptly. Oh. CRAIG FURGUSON For emergencies. He continues pulling it in sequence with the matching lamp; he alternates turning the lights on and off and opening and shutting his pants flap in admiration. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D In case you really have to go. (Facinated) Ooh! CRAIG FURGUSON is satisfied with his work. CRAIG FURGUSON CONT'D I guess you could say, “The curtains match the drapes” CONAN O'BRIEN (beat) …not mine. {Enter The Multiverse} Fearsome, fearsome friends– Fearsome fearsome few Fearsome fearsome tears Listen whispers Fearsome twin Silly hollows All the lies All that waits is Hollywood and chosen five at ends of times All that waits are kings and wisdom All that knows are far, and farther All that needs is nothing, lessons All that fears is our kind Waiting. Shallow. Whispers, Gaining, Hornets nests and looming , gifted Shadow watchers Our time Farrows, Listen, Glistening as sparrows, Gifted– Kill God, There remains a far price There remains a far cry A call to wolves A false time The fabric is losts on Ghosts and Carry trains, Wishes and Tilted, Whisperers Before our Galaxy of Hard times and Wishes, Wishes, Wilting, Flowers, Waiting, Waiting And Waiting And Waiting And wanting but watching The water Gallons Fly up The wanted Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Far cries, Far cry Fear twins, have shattered To notice us Chatterbox Listens and Life turns and Waiting and Galaxies Gallantly Waiting The gallows Have haunted us Waiting And Waiting And Waiting and Water. We're watching you. An ACHINGLY TALL red-headed fellow finds himself in a FIGHT TO THE DEATH, being cast over eons and decades, and cascaded in and our of portals throughout the ever-infinite dimensional portals of unknown realms as his grasp on life itself and reality begins to fade as he crosses in and out of parallels, one galaxy to the next and one lifetime to another, gripping death and darkness in one hand and light and living in the other. In this bloody brawl, scrawling across an expanse of unknown and unknowable times and realms, this mystic remains still yet as infinite and omniscient in himself as the Gods he looks to for mercy, as the journey has been known to become of these very same deities in its context and process. A folding timeline of blood and sacrifice melds itself into the rope of the materiel worlds; not one fabric of time but many twisted and woven fibers into one rope from which he climbs into the ranks of the upperworld–or heaven, then also slipping seemingly sometimes into the depths of the underworld, a Hell known to all man as this, existence not as one but many consumed in the shadow processes of wickedness and torture, war amongst one another, and the well known humanities of pride, faith, justice and wealth. …this is supposed to be Conan? Uhh… “Achingly tall red-head?” yeah I guess. –O'Brien? [beat] He seems capable. Don't pity me, For not I weep of our pride on doorsteps not allowed, But for the grace and hope of fortune in another world i've known But lest forgotten; Do not feign me for my ignorance in desire, For I am not of man, or woman, or grain, or stone But of the world itself and all ire. (Don't doubt me.) To be cruel not those who pass judgement That weighs in this way or that is utmost critical, In this the end of times and now the end of my desires, And yet the way that I have known, And the offer I have rung Is not here, but elsewhere. And yea, I walk alone. Amen. What the fuck does this have to do with show hosts. Almost always Irish Catholic Almost Always clothed in robes Almost Always fathers, aren't I? Almost always old, of Rome. Almost always birds of feather Almost always sticks and stones Almost always on the airwaves Almost always silver, gold Slither, Slither, Here i wait And Slither slither, Here I came And whether she will slit her wrists Is neither here Nor either there It's a comfort that I offer you to slaughter; That you'd rather not to love but instead murder– I'd be better off to love, then kill you after, Course, tarantula, or just as well, a spider. It's a comfort that I offer you to kill me; Lay my head upon a sanded wooden platter– That you'd rather me to say I'd kill than love you– So I rather just to love, then murder after. Woah. Good to God, God ought to know. I close my palms together full of laughter, So. Good to God, God ought to know, I sacrified my life for ever after. So far. Good to God, God ought to know, That all he wants, I want My heart is surely shattered. Now what. Good as God, God ought to know, That all I want becomes; The looking glass, The wishing well, The cross to bare The shepherd to the pasture. Amen. Omen. All men. Want none. But one. But– So. [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS W E L C O M E -Ū. Copyright The Festival Project, Inc. ™ & The Complex Collective © 2015-2025 All Rights Reserved B A C K Tales of A Superstar DJ

Welcome to PTBN Pop's Video Jukebox Song of The Day! Every weekday will be featuring a live watch of a great and memorable music video. This week, we are all about Super Groups, those bands made up of members of other bands or a group of stars getting together to record a special project. On today's episode, Steve Riddle is watching, “Slither” by Velvet Revolver from 2004.   The YouTube link for the video is below so you can watch along! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKz2U4fvA4U

In this episode of Worth Your Time with Dr. Rob Shumaker and Kristi Lee, author Steven S. Hall joins to discuss his new book Slither. The conversation explores why snakes evoke such strong emotions, the evolutionary roots of our fear, and the surprising ways science is changing how we view these often misunderstood creatures. Hall shares stories from history, neuroscience, and personal experience, revealing why snakes deserve more curiosity than contempt.

Tim Friede has allowed himself to be bitten by venomous snakes more then 200 times. As a result, his blood has helped scientists concoct a new antibody cocktail that could save thousands of lives. Jeff and Anthony discuss how to classify Tim's contributions to science.Link to the story: https://www.npr.org/sections/goats-and-soda/2025/05/02/nx-s1-5381017/snake-bite-venom-antivenom-tim-friede-universalSupport the show and get bonus episodes, videos, Discord community access and more! http://patreon.com/wehaveconcernsJeff on Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/jeffcannata.bsky.socialAnthony on Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/acarboni.bsky.socialIf you've seen a story you think belongs on the show, share it on our Discord

The FREAKQUENCY has been taken over by alien parasites…and the gang couldn't be happier with their new space-slug demographic! As a form of gratitude, Ej and Rory invite hive mother Marcie Riebe over to discuss the horror comedy, “SLITHER!” 

I catch up with actor Gregg Henry. He portrayed Grandpa Quill in the Guardians of The Galaxy trilogy. He's also starred in a couple of other James Gunn directed movies, Slither and Super. He starred opposite Mel Gibson in Payback. Gregg had roles in Star Trek Insurrection, United 93, Raising Cain and more. On television, he's appeared in 24, Scandal, The Following and Star Trek Enterprise. Besides being a talented actor, he's also an accomplished musician.

"It's obvious the bastard's got Lyme disease" Episode 90 of Absolute Cuts sees hosts Mark Nelson and Ryan Cullen discuss the 2006 tentacle probing, bath worming, exploding in a barn-ing classic Slither. Ryan and Mark talk about Cullen's memorable taxi journey, blood tests and why this is the most fucked up film they have seen in a long time.  Please get in touch and let us know if you enjoy the podcast, what guests you'd like to see on in future episodes and to suggest a film. Email : absolutecutspodcast@hotmail.com You can follow the podcast on social media here - Twitter : @AbsoluteCuts Instagram : @AbsoluteCutsPod   Please leave a 5 star rating and review if you have enjoyed and recommend us to anyone you think might enjoy the pod.   The Absolute Cuts soundtrack can be found here :  https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7y4PQxrbJk7PJLz3IJKIot?si=1d999a719b17409b You can also find both Nelson and Cullen at the various places below -    Mark Links LIQUID GOLD Tour 2025/26 Tickets https://linktr.ee/marknelsoncomic BBC SPECIAL https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m0026gr4/mark-nelson-live-from-dumfries Twitter : @marknelsoncomic Instagram : @marknelsoncomic Facebook : MarkNelsonComic Youtube : Mark Nelson - YouTube LINKTREE : marknelsoncomic | Instagram, Facebook | Linktree   Ryan Links NEW SPECIAL https://youtu.be/_EIdRCFlCqk?si=jyznUrONsrcgfztP Twitter : @RyanCullen90 Instagram : @ryancullen90 Tik Tok : @ryancullencomedy Tour Tickets  : https://linktr.ee/ryancullen90 Bookings : ryancullen90 | Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, TikTok | Linktree

The FM3 have been dealing with being sick and injured this past week so they decided to unleash an episode recorded in 2021 from the Patreon Exclusive Episode Archive (There are over 80 episodes on our Patreon by the way..wink wink) The film in question is James Gunn's 2006 bump & lump fest "Slither"! This is a fun episode because the guys actually like this movie so it's jumps all over the place, touching and stroking all the space worms and topics. Plus there is a conversation at the very end of the episode that shows The Forever Midnight crew is truly touched with the gift of predicting the future, in this case the future of James Gunn's film projects. Enjoy! 

This episode Sarah must pick from Slugs (1988) Dir by Juan Paquer Simón, Night of the Creeps (1986) Dir by Fred Dekker and Slither (2006) Dir by James Gunn. Also Carlos ponders the age old question of Man or Bear? TW: Italian defamation, slug slander and hodophobia.Music by Karl Casey

Snakes may elicit either fascination or revulsion, but what do we know about the biology of these remarkable creatures? On this episode, Stephen S. Hall discussed his book, Slither.

Veteran science journalist Stephen S. Hall–the author of several books, most recently, Slither: How Nature's Most Maligned Creatures Illuminate Our World—recounts how he approached writing Slither, a strategy seeking to beckon even those amidst the sizable contingent of people who are creeped out by snakes, hate snakes, or are afraid of snakes. And while only […] The post Stephen S. Hall, author of “Slither: How Nature's Most Maligned Creatures Illuminate Our World” first appeared on Talking Animals.

Episode 126, or what we've deemed "the movie where sexual consent hadn't been invented yet", where we cover Cronenberg's 1975 sexual body horror, Shivers. We have differing opinions on this one, but we do agree that Gunn's Slither owes a lot to this lesser-known Cronenberg classic. Cited Work: Grotesque Desire: The Early Horror Films of David Cronenberg and the Limits of Morality Daniel IllgerWeen almost finishes the found footage horror The Devils Children for this week's Tubi or Not TubiUp Next: The Dead ZoneWhat We're WatchingRuPaul's Drag RaceThe GorgeSpecial Shout Out to Veronica Wynne's "Meet Me Over the Bridge"Where to Find us:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Letterboxd⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠boozeboobsandbloodpodcast@gmail.comb3horrorpodcast.combluesky: @⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠b3podcast.bsky.social⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

The USofAMovie boys Slither into the Swamp (Thing) of online criticism from female movie fans as they sit down and read The Notebook as they try to crown a new champion for South Carolina Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"If your husband comes back from the woods with a virus, just pack a bag and go."This week's slimiest horror movie is... Slither. This film has everything: a man so nice they infected him twice, A small-town countdown to deer season, and a "Backter" reveal that will blow your mind. If you love parasitic slugs, small-town chaos, and family values warped by alien hive minds, this episode's for you!Help Support our HV Family: www.Patreon.com/HorrorVirginWhat did you think of this episode? Tell us @HorrorVirgin on Facebook, BlueSky, and InstagramUp Next: Smile 2 (2024)See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What a great way to open the new season!This movie combines elements of small-town zaniness, Martian invasion, married romance, and homicidal zombies in a melting pot of a movie starring Brenda James, Nathan Fillion, Michael Rooker and Elizabeth Banks. If I could describe Brenda with one word, it would be FUN! I loved how she went into detail describing her character and what it was like to be on set with Michael Rooker and Nathan Fillion. She broke it down for me: from the special effects to the raw meat that she had to smell and handle while performing exceptionally well. I would not be able to think of a better person to portray Brenda – she auditioned, and she delivered! This is a huge honor for me because I am a fan of the movie and I am a fan of her work – I truly hope that I get to see her in more movies in the future. I had an absolute blast talking to Brenda and getting the inside scoop about her character, the special effects, the set, the makeup, the director, and other actors. She is currently involved with a movie called “Dorothea” which is still in post-production. Make sure to keep an eye on the release date!

Today, we're going to get as zen as a snake, feeling comfortable in our skin. Close your eyes, slither with your arms, legs, and head, and feel wonderfully wiggly and loose! Uitgegeven door Moon Tunes B.V. Spreker: Guru Woof

This episode, Kalid and Joe are joined by editor, movie-buff and friend of the podcast, Erik Kollasch, to chat about James Gunn's 2006 directorial debut, Slither!​​*Thank you to Jim Hall for the music! Check out more of his music⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, and if you like what you hear, please consider donating to support his work⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠!*Thank you to Jim Tandberg for the Frankenstein's Podcast artwork!*Shoutout to our Patreon Producer(s), Luke Johnson, Andy Groth, Jake Kohl & Joe Mischo!⁠⁠⁠Support us on Patreon!⁠Featured Guest:Erik Kollasch⁠ is an editor and cinephile based out of Los Angeles, CA. He is currently working on editing the feature-length documentary about the Sri Lankan born musician/artist, Jay Princce, called “Where I'm From,” You can follow Erik on Instagram ⁠@ekollasch⁠.References:'Slither': Meet the CG Parasites - AWNPractical-ly Perfect: Celebrating Todd Masters' Ambitious Special Effects in SLITHER (2006) - Daily DeadInk & Pixel: Slither - JoBloBad Bunny (álbum) -  DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToSLove Lies BleedingCompanionCommon Side EffectsKate McCarthy - The Hicks Happy Hour

Slither into a New Year

1973's Slither was the directorial debut of Howard Zieff (Private Benjamin, My Girl) and the screenwriting debut for W.D. Richter (Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Big Trouble In Little China). In the freewheeling comedic thriller, James Caan goes on the road looking for a stash of embezzled money with Peter Boyle, Louise Lasser and Sally Kellerman in tow.  Famously, Caan was quoted saying he took the role for the money and had little understanding of the story. Dan and Vicky discuss the film along with lots of recently seen including Nosferatu, The Front Room, Shudder's doc series Horror's Greatest, Better Man, Leigh Wannell's Wolfman, Trim Season and The Brutalist. *Sound issues exist in this episode.  We hope they won't detract from your enjoyment of the show.    Our socials:  hotdatepod.com FB:  Hot Date Podcast Twitter: @HotDate726 Insta:  hotdatepod

Listen as Todd and I discuss how his makeup FX journey started with painting sperm at a young age, pushing to keep the Demons in Demon Knight, causing a sex toy shortage to create the slugs in James Gunn's Slither, and much more on this week's episode! To Support the Podcast : https://www.patreon.com/Horrorflicksguitarpicks

This week we get to the bottom of the real mystery and provide a recommendation to scout masters.   Merch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/cryptopediamerch Discord: https://discord.gg/AWpen8aYQG Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=14015340 YouTube (Videos have [questionable] captions!): http://youtube.cryptopediacast.com/ --- Goatman's Summer of Celebrity (Part 1): The Glamour Boy of Greer Island Mystery Still Engulfs Lake Worth Monster Lake Worth Monster: The True Story of the Greer Island Goatman: Blackburn, Lyle: 9781734920666: Amazon.com: Books Greer Island's Goatman - Lake Worth Monster The Lake Worth Monster | TPW magazine | October 2003 Once Upon a Python: When Pete Went Hither, Slither, and Yon

Hey, it's Katie and I want to welcome you to this special bonus episode. It'll be here for you completely ad-free for the next week so you can get a feel of what it's like to be a PREMIUM member. If you'd like an easy ad-free experience for all of our podcasts - that's over 200 episodes each month, then JOIN PREMIUM today at https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Join our Premium Sleep for Women Channel on Apple Podcasts and get ALL 5 of our Sleep podcasts completely ad-free! Join Premium now on Apple here --> https://bit.ly/sleepforwomen I'm so glad you're taking the time to be with us today. My team and I are dedicated to making sure you have all the meditations you need throughout all the seasons of your life.  If there's a meditation you desire, but can't find, email us at hello@womensmeditationnetwork.com to make a request. We'd love to create what you want!  Namaste, Beautiful,

Slither with the interaction between witches and serpents historically and the role of the Serpent in society. Snake medicine has always been attributed to wisdom, healing and transformation. Many people have an underlying fear of the serpent and is this because it is human's oldest natural predator? Or has patriarchy intervened with our natural attunement to power, sexual energy and our ability to shed our old skin and become something great in the world? Could some of the ancient serpent energy be likened to our star family when the goddess appears as half human, half snake? Join April and Maggie for a riveting discussion about the Serpent as we celebrate Yule with her energy of letting go and regeneration. As the wheel turns, we hibernate into the darkness at this time of year and use her wise energy for healing. Feel yourself undulating and dancing with the serpent and allow her magick to infuse your transmutation.   Connect with the Goddesses:  https://www.goddesswitchwomb.com Follow us on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/goddesswitchwomb/ Follow us on TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@goddesswitchwomb  

It's James Gunn week on the pod, and we're (finally) talking about the DC Studio head and his origins as a down-and-dirty genre guy.Between the mouth-stuffing slugs and Michael Rooker's lovably demented performance as a human meat volcano, SLITHER has a little bit of everything. And we're all for it.Next week, we take a trip down to Johannesburg for our first Neill Blomkamp picture, DISTRICT 9. Join the conversation on Eye of the Discord https://discord.com/invite/RssDc3brsx.References:Special FeaturesInterview with Writer/Director James GunnInterview with Actor Gregg HenryWho Is Bill Pardy?The Sick Minds and Slimy Days of SlitherBringing Slither's Creatures to LifeLloyd Kaufman's Video DiaryIGN Gunn InterviewShowbiz Monkeys Gunn InterviewSlither UnscriptedAin't It Cool Gunn InterviewCHUD Gunn InterviewFilmThreat Gunn InterviewReview Graveyard Tyler Bates InterviewCredits:Eye of the Duck is created, hosted, and produced by Dom Nero and Adam Volerich.This episode was edited by Michael Gaspari.This episode was researched by Parth Marathe.Our logo was designed by Francesca Volerich. You can purchase her work at francescavolerich.com/shopThe "Adam's Blu-Ray Corner" theme was produced by Chase Sterling.This miniseries was programmed with the help of Nik Long.Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Letterboxd or join the conversation at Eye of the DiscordLearn more at eyeoftheduckpod.comSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Slither Wing and Iron Moth (and Volcarona).Ancient Mothra and Mecha Mothra.Correction: Last week's episode initially went up with the wrong "Moyles on Mon" section. The file has been edited to now include the correct segment.Get in touch!twitter: https://twitter.com/LukeLovesPKMNfacebook: https://facebook.com/LukeLovesPKMNCheck out other podcasts I make:Hyrule Field Report https://hyrulefieldreport.transistor.fm/Films and Filth. https://filmsandfilth.transistor.fm/Game Game Show. https://gamegameshow.transistor.fm/Support the show!https://patreon.com/PodcastioPodcastius ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

#213 Wicked, Anora, Slither Glinda, the Good Witch, recounts the tale of her once good friend Elphaba as she rose to power and hatred as the Wicked Witch of the West. Stripper and sex worker Anora finds a goldmine in a young Russian as her meal ticket but things go vastly awry after they get married and his family finds out who she is. An alien parasite lands in a small American town that begins to consume its people in hilarious and gross ways to dominate the world.   Next Time: September 5, The Paint Lesson, Train to Busan   Recent Discoveries Luke: Conclave, Time Cut, SLC Punk, A Real Pain, Buy Now: The Shopping Conspiracy Ralf: Conclave, Time Cut Oscar: Red One, Killer Heat, Azrael, The Shadow Strays, Gladiator II, My Old Ass   Otherpodcast.com   Show Notes 00:00:00 INTRO 00:01:55 Recent Discoveries 00:45:38 Wicked 01:13:02 spoilers 01:31:30 Anora 01:53:26 spoilers 02:26:25 Slither 02:57:44 EXIT + Outtakes

We are so back! It's the finale (?) of the Spielberg UFO invasion trilogy this week. Joining us once again to talk Grandpa Steve, Tom Cruise, and Janusz Kamiński, is returning champion Patrick Willems!Topics discussed: post-9/11 filmmaking, the glory of MUNICH, Patrick's upcoming short film (!!), Gore Verbinski's PIRATES movies, the Tom Cruise Running Score, longing for Peter Jackson's comeback, and some text message dispatches from WAR OF THE WORLDS vfx artist, Todd Vaziri.Next week, it's James Gunn's 2006 early creepy crawly romp, SLITHER. Join the conversation on Eye of the Discord https://discord.com/invite/RssDc3brsx.References:Special FeaturesRevisiting the InvasionSteven Spielberg and the Original War of the WorldsCharacters: The Family UnitPrevisualizationProduction Diaries: East Coast - BeginningProduction Diaries: East Coast - ExileProduction Diaries: West Coast - DestructionProduction Diaries: West Coast - WarDesigning the Enemy: Tripods and AliensScoring War of the WorldsWar of the Worlds Production NotesEmpire David Koepp InterviewUSA Today Spielberg InterviewVFX Building ErrorDevin Faraci Spielberg & Cruise InterviewSpiegel International Spielberg & Cruise InterviewSpielberg Offers J.J. Abrams War of the WorldsEmpire Spielberg InterviewCredits:Eye of the Duck is created, hosted, and produced by Dom Nero and Adam Volerich.This episode was edited by Michael Gaspari.This episode was researched by Parth Marathe.Our logo was designed by Francesca Volerich. You can purchase her work at francescavolerich.com/shopThe "Adam's Blu-Ray Corner" theme was produced by Chase Sterling.This miniseries was programmed with the help of Nik Long.Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Letterboxd or join the conversation at Eye of the DiscordLearn more at eyeoftheduckpod.comSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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This week the Squad Reviews Jonathan's pick "Slither".  Thank you all for listening and we hope you enjoy the podcast.

Saga of the Swamp Thing #6 (1982)The SAGA OF THE SWAMP THING comes to an end as we finally make it to the Plague Ship, where Swampy encounters a frilly tentacle alien. It gets even wilder when a masquerade ball turns into a cyclops gathering at the stroke of midnight. This is a transitional book of sorts but lots to unpack such as Swamp Thing's traversing half of the Eastern coastline on foot in a matter of hours and the best way to attack someone with a physician's bag.Also, our back-up story sees Phantom Stranger confronts Death in his penthouse to question the accuracy of his scheduling of pretty blond ladies who trip in the street.*** PROPER COMIC BOOK DISCUSSION STARTS AT 00:15:44 ***All this plus recap the recent DISMEMBER THE ALAMO event and some fun horror films.Promo: 3RD DEGREE BYRNE (https://twotruefreaks.com/podcast/qt-series/3rd-degree-byrne/)Continue the conversation with Shawn and Jen on Twitter (X) @angryheroshawn and @JenStansfield and email the show at worstcollectionever@gmail.comAlso, get hip to all of our episodes on YouTube in its own playlist! https://bit.ly/WorstCollectionEverYTDownload the podcast on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and wherever you get your favorite shows. Please rate, review, subscribe and tell a friend! Please rate, review, subscribe and tell a friend!

With all the absurdities going on in the world, Matenaer On Air is highlighting them every day at 11:51 a.m. with a new segment called “This Shouldn't Be A Thing!”   Oh great...there's a new species of snake and it's bigger, deadlier and hanging out in parks? And Greg talks about dreams...so yeah. And if you spot a thing that shouldn't be, send it in to janesays@civicmedia.us and we might use it on the show! So join us Monday through Friday at 11:51 a.m. for “This Shouldn't Be A Thing!” or search for it on Spotify, Apple or wherever you get your podcasts. And thanks for listening!!

This week Jessimae discusses her latest dental drama, why it's ok to be nosey, a scary sighting in Oklahoma City, and the story of an 8 year old girl who stole her mom's car and drove to target. SUBSCRIBE! As a special offer for listeners, new customers GET 15% ALL Lume products with our exclusive code - and if you combine the 15% off with the already discounted starter pack, that equals over 40% off their Starter Pack! Use code SHARP for 15% off your first purchase at LumeDeodorant.com. That's code SHARP! JESSIMAE'S FUN & FREAKY HORROR MOVIE PICKS:  THE BABADOOK, SHAUN OF THE DEAD, HAPPY DEATH DAY, FEAST, MONSTER, TUCKER & DALE VS EVIL, ZOMBEAVERS, SLITHER, ZOMBIELAND, THE DEAD DON'T DIE, CABIN IN THE WOODS, DRAG ME TO HELL, JENNIFER'S BODY, THIS IS THE END.  Email us: JessimaePelusoComedy@gmail.com Outro music "Breathe" by Tyler Labine , Adanac. CALL AND LEAVE US A VM TO BE PLAYED FOR THE POD: 513-916-0930 SUBMIT YOUR DR.P Qs: Every SUN on IG STORY: http://www.instagram.com/jessimaepelus Follow JESSIMAE: YT: https://found.ee/jessimae-youtube TOUR: https://found.ee/jessimaetour  FAN CLUB: https://found.ee/JessimaePeluso-Patreon  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

ADVISORY: A lot of homophobic slurs come up in the movies covered this week. There are also brief discussions of SA. This is just a heads up!This year's SHOCKTOBER TOURNAMENT is in full force!Sam & Ralph each have a tournament bracket of 32 horror films. Only one can survive. Each episode covers a different division in each of our brackets. This week, Sam is covering Films of the 2000s and Ralph is covering The Crow and Ginger Snaps franchises.Sam's bracket linkTimestamps00:00:00 - Introduction00:23:17 - Vacancy (2007) vs. P2 (2007)00:29:17 - The Crow (2024) vs. The Crow (1994)00:45:10 - Slither (2006) vs Cursed (2005)01:11:08 - The Crow: City of Angels (1996) vs. The Crow: Salvation (2000)01:27:34 - The Exorcism of Emily Rose (2005) vs. All the Boys Love Mandy Lane (2006)01:44:48 - The Crow: Wicked Prayer (2005) vs. Ginger Snaps (2000)02:08:17 - Dead Snow (2009) vs. Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever (2009)02:18:57 - Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed (2004) vs. Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004)02:33:25 - Round-up & OutroSupport the showClick support the show to support the show!And please give us a 5-star review on Apple Podcasts or on Spotify Mobile! Follow us on Twitter & Instagram! Email us your questions and concerns!Find Us On Social MediaTwitter: @TheRoomCastInstagram: @ScreamingRoomPod Email: screamingroompod@gmail.com

Week two of Creature Feature Month brings us flesh eating, mind controlling, exploding aliens in 2006's Slither! We were joined by Joe and Sean of Movie Dumpster to talk about the directorial debut of James Gunn and how he is the true underdog of Indy Horror!

For the first Halloween bonus episode, Caveman and Maggi are joined once again by BFF Jess, where they discuss the James Gunn classic, Slither. Tangent heavy, lots of laughter, and heaps of love for the film and each other. It's the perfect start for the Spoooooooky season. Enjoy!Follow our Instagram, Threads & Letterboxd accounts @movieminglepod Check out our YouTube channel, MovieMinglePodcastQuestions? Comments? Write us at movieminglepod@gmail.com

We've been locked in a padded room for the past 11 months.. just consuming horror for weeks on end.. just waiting til the day we got to share it with you again, friend. We missed you so much. We thought about you every day. Every day. We made you this bracelet. Come closer. We'll give you the bracelet. Come closer. We missed you.. Every day. Come closer ...Slither on over and chant with us for our 31 Days of Horror IX!! Notes:For day  27, here is the link to Sierra's recommendation:http://etsy.com/market/crochetorcryFor day 29, here is the link to Sierra's recommendation:https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8RF7ppN/Editor's Note:We apologize for getting this out so late in the day. We are dealing with family issues related to the hurricane affecting Western North Carolina. Thank you for your patience, we love you horror-loving creeps!Sirens of Scream are:Jackie DeVore- @JackietherobotSierra Houk- @sierrahoukBlue Coble -  @blueironworkerSirens on Twitter - @SirensPodcastSirens on Insta, Tumblr, and FacebookEmail - sirens@sirensofscream.comEditing and production by Drew DeVoreEnd Music:  07 Ghosts I by Nine Inch Nails

Jack is in for some big big trouble as he begins climbing the beanstalk all the way up to the top! But what is a harder foe to avoid - Donkey Kong or the Golden Goose? We answer this question and ask even more in todays episode! Ben and Wes also take a look at Frenzy by Stern, Legionnaire by Chris Crawford, and Slither by Century II in today's special episode!Website -https://historyofvideogamespodcast.comTwitter - https://twitter.com/HistoryofVideo1Email - historyvgpodcast@gmail.comHosts - Ben & WesMusic - Arranged and recorded by Ben

Send us a textWARNING: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. UNDER 17 REQUIRES ADULT SUPERVISION. This week we're excited to talk about "Slither" (2006)! What a banger, right? Please join us and if you want to watch along with us, this bad boy is streaming on Tubi! Stay tuned and stay nasty! instagram: @queensofnc17music: @tobaxxo

S-s-s-so good to be back, Goosebuddies! We were doing a snake thing there-- was that clear? Your hosts Paul Ritchey and Kevin Cole enroll in R.L. Stine's Goosebumps Horrorland book Welcome to Camp Slither. There are rumors of man-eating snakes at camp, but no reports on if they'll eat the other genders. And when we rejoin the Horrorland arc a terrifying ride called the R.I.P.P.E.R. Dipper threatens to do some sort of ripping. Hopefully not to their butts. We also talk about recent Magic sets and indie games we're digging. Enjoy the episode! Book discussion begins: 22:45 OFF TOPICS: Duskmourn: House of Horror, UFO 50 Support Goosebuds to get access to bonus episodes, join our secret Discord, and more at patreon.com/goosebuds Dress your skeleton with Goosebuds apparel at goosebuds.store Email: goosebuds@gmail.com Twitter: @GoosebudsPod Edited by Kevin Cole (@RealKevinCole) Music by Seth Earnest (sethearnest.net) Cover art by Brock Gallagher (@brockadile)

No surprise Trump is starting to slither away from debating Harris. Madame Vice President leads Shitler by 7 in polls. Special Counsel Jack Smith appealed Trumpkin Judge Aileen Cannon's dismissal of the documents case. The former guy puttered and slurred his way through a speech at a campaign rally. Republicans in Colorado ousted their party leader for being too much of a MAGAT. Democrats called for an end to fossil fuel subsidies. An outbreak of a virus spread via mosquito has made health officials nervous. An Indiana Sheriff accused of stealing millions in tax payer dollars for luxury items, including a plane, plead guilty and will serve more prison time. The Freedom From Religion Foundation sued to stop coaches in a Texas middle school to stop using Christian themed emailed signatures. A powerful solar flare is on its way to Earth.

Eric Holmes interviews Minnesota Mean filmmaker Dawn Mikkelson and Clear Cut director Brian Skiba. Both films are available to rent/purchase on Digital (Clear Cut also hit theaters on July 19, 2024).Clear Cut pictures courtesy of Lionsgate. Minnesota Mean photos courtesy of Emergence Pictures/Freestyle Digital Media.Timestamps0:00 - Intro to both interviews and me waxing on about my love for Brian Skiba movies9:01 - Dawn Mikkelson26:11 - Brian SkibaWe receive a a slight commission for if you rent/purchase Minnesota Mean and Clear Cut on Amazon. **We spotlight the year 2006 for June's CinemAddicts Patreon bonus episode. We are reviewing the movies Brick and Slither.1. Help us get to 1,000 Subscribers by joining our CinemAddicts YouTube Channel.2. Like Our CinemAddicts Facebook Page3. Join our CinemAddicts Facebook Group for daily movie recommendations!4. Questions/comments on CinemAddicts email Greg Srisavasdi at info@findyourfilms.com.5. Our website is Find Your Film.6. Shop our CinemAddicts Merch store: cinemaddictspodcast.com (shirts, hoodies, mugs).7. We do a bonus episode each month and early access spoilers for our CinemAddicts Patreon Members.8. Check out Anderson Cowan's new documentary project Loaded For Bear.CinemAddicts hosts: Bruce Purkey, Eric Holmes, Greg SrisavasdiLegacy member and co-creator: Anderson Cowan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nimene learns to play an artificially intelligent piano (Zach Reino). Featuring two new stories: “SoConfusing.com,” a story about the weirdest website you've ever been to, written by Eliana, a 10 year old from New Hampshire, and “Baby Slither Gets Creeped,” a story about a snake who learns to confront their fear of getting creeped, written by a 6 year old from Idaho named Andy.