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The Time Riders: Part 14 Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A certain bedroom. If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be stunned by. So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were! She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked, laughing in delight. She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as free as it sounded, at least in her opinion. The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that would apparently become lovely flowers. High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It left a weird trail of white cloud behind. What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow. She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs, feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door, fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available. Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so that she knew what was safe. Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to death the day before. The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called 'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter; she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt! Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did. Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so beautiful! Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful. This new world confused and frightened her, but she also knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure. She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she was. The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'. Mooredale Secondary. Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention. Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades, they weren't interested in retaining the material. And then there was one young dunce in particular. She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious high school to begin with? She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine and took her on adventures. Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing. So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that. She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home. The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen. Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though functionally nothing was different about his biology. This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the school gym a few times. Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively, now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse? She didn't want to give the horny students any more masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying. Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures. Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course. She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun King. Becky might have shot Porthos And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts. That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there. That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip. They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus. It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream, everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people. They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts. Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon or a good porterhouse. Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she possibly could. A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie, and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would make her fail him. Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more, and probably been less of a menace. She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with him, right? "Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction, raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange. "Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?" "I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;” "Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand. "We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?" "I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale. "Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him, since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That, and the brat deserved it. A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up, looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the lesson. She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give Gina her passing grade and get rid of her. If only were so easy with Mark. "That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was hurled his way. "Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room, along with my chalkboards." Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could- "Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?" Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it, since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have to keep it in her pants until then. "Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said, recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks. Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism. Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your attentions." Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning. The less she knew, the better. Kind of like about her own future. Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some patience, girl. She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's ass with her phone. "Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!" "The fact that you led with that statement makes me suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and pull her into the house. "Did you eat?" "Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me," Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?" "You ate everything I left you for you?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean. "Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at the table. "You ate absolutely everything." "Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked. What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every meal as if it might be her last. Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more concise next time about her expectations. "I'm proud of you for looking after yourself," she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have problems with anything I showed you?" "I played with the water makers a little bit, and practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss." "Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up." Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did." "Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like you had a good day." "There were so many things to do, Mistress," Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and danced;” "I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?" "But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my Mistress," Nanu protested. "And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward." Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I must call you Re-be-kah tonight?" The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say 'Becky'?" Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee." "That's what all my friends call me," Becky said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way and not be able to feel their tits squashing together. "Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out, enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He called you 'Beks'." "Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence. "Asshat." "Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?" She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know. "Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing up again. "Your chariot awaits;” The Gardiner Expressway, heading south. Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of everything. Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar. She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car. She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves. It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had seen her and waved to her. "We are going so fast," she breathed, almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll bet." Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right. She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene, once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but it was light speed to Nanu. "Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu," she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything. "Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement. "Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!" "; except for maybe that one;” she added in a faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip." "It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered, knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand." "Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts behind?" Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars around. It prevents accidents." "But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked. "The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are invincible." "If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed." Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?" Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around. The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later. "Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered. "You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch." "Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for anyone to hear her aside from Becky. Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often. Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her. "Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me." "Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi." "Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had to prove it. "Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers," Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed." "What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one. "Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in Latin." Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control things where Nanu was concerned. "Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's, who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!" "Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age? Then she started noticing small details, both of her new associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at Becky with concern. "So many people," she said quietly, hoping only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?" Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean something to them, or they're just art." Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had them, I found it humiliating." "Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously. "She looks a little spooked." Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them." "Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure." This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making her squeak and more there was laughter around the table. "So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?" Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?" Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a barbarian's drink! I am civilized." "You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it. Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if someone offers you something?" Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank you." Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky. The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was more than happy to just sit quietly and observe. Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get the child drink?" Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste." Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?" Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful to our servers at all times." "But they are nobody." "Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be polite, I'll let you know, I promise." "Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched. Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks bulging as she looked at Becky in panic. "Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's fine." Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!" "You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your mouth," Becky said. "The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It doesn't taste like beer at all!" "It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it differently than they did in your time." "Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu curiously. They all were, in fact. "She's never had beer like that before," Becky explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other day." "You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried. "Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?" "Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything. We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and has to offer." "Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked. "No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink, so give her a bit." Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long, because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good, and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later, right? The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in. Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated, letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen. "I swear, this one girl is a complete moron," Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your classes?" Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone, repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress complained about M-ark. "Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less effort, he'd forget to breathe." "At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal." At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the other women. "Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;” "What?" Becky said rather defensively. "Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?" Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out. "Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than she should have. "He's my student!" "He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right, none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him." "I assure you, I am not getting it in from that dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet. "So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet. "She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy." "I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities, most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight. Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then began devouring them in rapid succession. "Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food. "I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets something." "Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?" "I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life, and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed. "She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter." "Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching, even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl fed. Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily. He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of saucy poultry. "Want to try one?" "Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a hand to interrupt. "You might find that' But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away when she paused on her eyes went wide. "Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce is." Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as she whimpered and moaned in pain. "Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused, watching the tiny girl try not to writhe. "I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?" "See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling over a server. Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later. "I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one." "Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her eyes. Milk wouldn't help then. "I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they still hurt her, but she won't quit." "Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point." She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu Tehemet. Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area. Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone so small could release such a giant noise. Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food they were served." Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed happily. "Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your shirt." Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let Zeppli!" "Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked. Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let Zeppli!" "I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be connecting with the exotic foreign girl. "Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too," Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had begun, and they were near the stage. "The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked, shocked. "Is she allowed?" "Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers. "You can't just comment about people's weight like that!" "What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious. Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off. "Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her." "Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh. Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered, along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that weren't morons were completely unlikable. "So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers. "For the foreseeable future, really," Becky answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be fine." "That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated, getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it. "But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog, but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet her?" "Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight. "I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery life." "Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you even go to Rome?" "It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't keep track without a time machine." A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the calamari Annie had bought for her. "Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage, sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!" Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands. "Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already." Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing. "Let me take you to the movie, Can I take you to the show, Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow?" "Nanu, you should go up and dance," Becky suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would love it." "Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her name, but nobody seemed to notice. "Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?" Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go have fun." Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her. Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled continuously. "From the Houses of the Holy, We can watch the white doves go, From the door comes Satan's daughter, And it only goes to show, that you know!" Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of course. "There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold, Let me wander in your garden, And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!" Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful new things! She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and made her voice echo all around the room. "So the world is spinning faster, Are you dizzy when you stall? Let the music be your master, Will you heed the master's ca" In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with all her heart. "Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!" The entire audience was just watching in confused and then stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused, seeing everyone gaping at her. But then a group at one large table right next to the one she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her, apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts and made fun of. They were making fun of her! "Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!" guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he imitated her sound again. Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold. Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly. "Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle. "That's what I thought," she growled, standing up now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards." She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to. "C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?" Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat her down and took her hands, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He deserved to get punched, I promise you." Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I that awful to listen to, Mistress?" Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please, Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest." A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth, Nanu?" The Egyptian girl nodded nervously. "You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was happening, even if none of them spoke Latin. She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;” Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing. "I'm terrible," she murmured to herself. "Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;” She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?" Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to. She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even more to prove now. An hour later. "So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?" Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had to work in the morning. "I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think I'm drunk." Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?" "Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly excited. "Let's do it every night!" "Not every night," laughed the blonde. "I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other places to try as well." "As long as assholes don't make fun of me for singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned. "I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping." Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her. Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on people who slighted her. "Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast, Mistress?" the tiny woman asked. "That's a long way off, honey," Becky replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?" Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out. "I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she muttered. Becky's home, half an hour later. They managed to close the front door behind them before they fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues. Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits. It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in approval, despite the late hour. And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu

In the latest episode of the State of the Arts Podcast, host filmmaker and writer Des Doyle chats with Steven S. DeKnight, acclaimed screenwriter, director, producer, and creator/showrunner behind some of the most influential genre series of the past two decades. Produced in partnership with Film Ireland and supported by Fís Éireann/Screen Ireland through the Screen Stakeholders Funding Scheme, the State of the Arts series explores the creative processes, industry challenges, and new opportunities that both Irish and international creatives face in today's ever-evolving artistic landscapes. In this conversation, DeKnight reflects on his journey breaking into the entertainment industry as a writer on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He discusses his work writing, directing, and producing on iconic series such as Angel, Smallville, and Dollhouse, before creating the hit show Spartacus for Starz and showrunning season one of Marvel's Daredevil. He also talks about making his feature directorial debut with Pacific Rim: Uprising and his return to the Spartacus universe with the upcoming Spartacus: House of Ashur. Follow the journey of State of the Arts here: https://www.instagram.com/sotapod/ Read more about this episode here: www.filmireland.net/state-of-the-arts-podcast-showrunner-steven-s-deknight-spartacus-house-of-ashur-with-host-des-doyle

The film, Spartacus, is an epic story released in 1960. Starring Kirk Douglas and directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film boasts a star-studded cast and beautifully filmed scenes in Super Technirama 70, which recorded 6K of resolution and making it ideal for display on the modern Ultra High Definition (4K) TV’s that we have today.... The post The 42cast Episode 262: I Am Spartacus appeared first on The 42cast.

The film, Spartacus, is an epic story released in 1960. Starring Kirk Douglas and directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film boasts a star-studded cast and beautifully filmed scenes in Super Technirama 70, which recorded 6K of resolution and making it ideal for display on the modern Ultra High Definition (4K) TV’s that we have today. […] The post The 42cast Episode 262: I Am Spartacus appeared first on The ESO Network.

Um gladiador que fez uma das maiores revoltas de escravizados da Idade Antiga! Separe trinta minutos do seu dia e aprenda com o professor Vítor Soares (@profvitorsoares) sobre a vida e a revolta de Espártaco.-Se você quiser ter acesso a episódios exclusivos e quiser ajudar o História em Meia Hora a continuar de pé, clique no link: www.apoia.se/historiaemmeiahoraConheça o meu canal no YouTube e assista o História em Dez Minutos!https://www.youtube.com/@profvitorsoaresConheça meu outro canal: História e Cinema!https://www.youtube.com/@canalhistoriaecinemaOuça "Reinaldo Jaqueline", meu podcast de humor sobre cinema e TV:https://open.spotify.com/show/2MsTGRXkgN5k0gBBRDV4okCompre o livro "História em Meia Hora - Grandes Civilizações"!https://a.co/d/47ogz6QCompre meu primeiro livro-jogo de história do Brasil "O Porão":https://amzn.to/4a4HCO8PIX e contato: historiaemmeiahora@gmail.comApresentação: Prof. Vítor Soares.Roteiro: Prof. Vítor Soares e Prof. Victor Alexandre (@profvictoralexandre)REFERÊNCIAS USADAS:- APPIAN. Roman History. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1912.- FLORO. Epitome of Roman History. Forster. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1929.- PLUTARCO. Vidas Paralelas: Crasso. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1916.- FAST, Howard. Espártaco. São Paulo: Civilização Brasileira, 1963.- FINLEY, Moses I. Escravidão Antiga e Ideologia Moderna. Rio de Janeiro: Graal, 1981.- HOPKINS, Keith. Conquerors and Slaves. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1978.- SHAW, Brent. Spartacus and the Slave Wars: A Brief History with Documents. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2001.- WIEDEN, Wilhelm. Spartacus: Symbol of Resistance. New York: Routledge, 1992.

Dans cet épisode de Music Story, Pat Angeli nous dévoile les secrets de fabrication du classique "Can't Take My Eyes Off You". Composé dans les années 60 par Frankie Valli, ce titre iconique puise son inspiration dans l'Adagio de Spartacus d'Aram Khatchatourian. Devenu un incontournable, il a été repris par Lauryn Hill, Muse ou encore Lynn Renaud, chacun y apportant une touche personnelle. Ce succès intemporel s'explique par sa mélodie universelle et son émotion palpable, qui traversent les générations.À retenir :Une inspiration classique inattendue : l'Adagio de Spartacus.Des reprises marquantes par Lauryn Hill, Muse, Lynn Renaud.Un morceau devenu culte grâce à son pouvoir émotionnel et sa richesse musicale.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Where did gladiatorial combat originate? Who was Spartacus, the legendary gladiator? How did he come to lead the most famous slave revolt in all Roman history? How did the rebellion unfold? And, what was Spartacus' fate..? In the grand finale of our thrilling series on four of classical antiquity's most notorious subjects, Tom is joined by the world renowned classicist Mary Beard, to discuss gladiators and the famous gladiator turned rebel Spartacus. Sign up to The Rest Is History Club to get the whole episode! _______ Twitter: @TheRestHistory @holland_tom @dcsandbrook Exec Producer: Dom Johnson Senior Producer: Theo Young-Smith Producer: Tabby Syrett Assistant Producer: Aaliyah Akude Video Editor: Jack Meek Social Producer: Harry Balden Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

"Exodus" by Lathe of Heaven from Aurora; "Opera" by Sam Prekop from Open Close; "Vale A Pena" by Sessa from Pequena Vertigen de Amor; "Sayl Damel" by SANAM from Sametou Sawtan; "Alloriagigiit" by bicep feat. sebastian enequist from Takkuuk; "Skylarking" by Bitchin Bajas from Inland Sea; "Harpies" by the utopia strong from Doperider; "Une Annee Sans Soleil" by Marc-Antoine Barbier from Musee Des Especes; "Prism Drift" by Kelly Moran from Don't Trust Mirrors; "Rise and Fall (Beatrice Dillon remix)" by Bendik Giske from Remixed; "Open Space Properties" by M. Sage from Tender - Wading

Liverpool's The Farm capitalized on a moment in the early 90s when their debut album Spartacus captured the Baggy sound in the UK perfectly. It featured a couple of evergreen hits with "Groovy Train" and "All Together Now" and even did well in the states. But, as Baggy wound down, so did the Farm and after a couple more albums they called it a day. Miraculously, they came back this year to release their first album in almost 30 years, Let The Music (Take Control), and it's excellent. Frontman Peter Hooton joins us this week to discuss this wild ride, what they've been doing for 30 years, and how this new album even happened. Enjoy!  The Farm - All Together Now - Groovy Train The Hustle Podcast | creating podcasts | Patreon

Fiorentina's wacky (read: tragic) start to the season continues, with the added wrinkle of apparent competence in the Conference League. Here to talk about it are two-thirds of your favorite Fiorentina podcast idiots. We dive deep into a maddening performance against AC Milan and honestly bum ourselves out a little bit before turning to happier topics. Hahaha no we don't. Instead, we try to figure out which member of Fiorentina's management that's publicly taken responsibility for this mess is right; it's an "I am Spartacus" moment but nobody's going to get crucified. We also learn about McMike's anniversary (happy anniversary, McMike!) and the best joke that Tito knows. Thank you as always to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sport Social Podcast Network⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ for hosting us and to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Windchime Weather⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ (Nate's got new music out!) for the music. And as always, we hope you enjoy listening as much as we enjoyed making this. You could leave a rating and review if you want, but whatever. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Gepresenteerd door: Saskia Voorbach Het Zondagochtend Concert is een serie concerten met toegankelijke muziek, op zondag om 11:02 uur, rechtstreeks vanuit het Concertgebouw in Amsterdam. Radio Filharmonisch Orkest Wilson Ng, dirigent * Aram Chatsjatoerjan - Suite nr.2 ‘Spartacus' * Igor Stravinsky - Suite ‘De Vuurvogels' * Maurice Ravel - Bolero

Il 19 ottobre 1961 veniva proiettato per la prima volta Spartacus! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's time for another Mind Gap Podcast! This week, Doug and Justin try to decide if the “Santa talk” needs to come before the “birds and the bees talk” with your kids. It's a tricky needle to thread but the guys eventually land on what they think is the most practical answer. The conversation then veers directly into a classic mind gap as the dorks free associate between topics spanning from Spartacus having an egregious amount of nudity to too much time between seasons of TV shows to people creating their own content via Sora 2.   Things are wrapped up with another round of Patch Notes: Real Life Edition, where Doug reads out patch notes for real life and Justin has to decide if they're good or if they should be scrapped as garbage.   Check out our YouTube channel where we livestream our new podcast episodes every Tuesday at 8pmCT and our video game stream every Saturday at 8pmCT. Be sure to like and subscribe for this content as well as episode highlights, Doug Watches Awkward Videos, Justin Plays Video games, and more!   We have MERCH now!   Follow us on all of our social medias and other platforms!  

Het Radio Filharmonisch Orkest onder leiding van Wilson Ng speelt een selectie uit de Klassieke Top 400 van NPO Klassiek. Radio Filharmonisch Orkest Wilson Ng (dirigent) Francesca Chiejina (sopraan) Maria Fiselier (presentatie) Uri Rapaport (licht) * Katsjatoerjan - Spartacus: Adagio van Spartacus en Phrygia * Wagner - Die Walküre: Walkürenrit (arr. Hutschenruyter) * Tsoupaki - Thin air  * Gershwin - Summertime * Bernstein - West side story: I feel pretty * Ravel - Boléro * J.S. Bach  - Toccata en fuga in D gr.t. BWV 565  (bew. L. Stokowski) * Mascagni - Cavalleria Rusticana: Intermezzo sinfonico * Stravinsky - De vuurvogel: Suite (versie 1919): Helledans * Chen Qigang - You and me  * Moesorgski - Schilderijen van een tentoonstelling: delen (ork. M. Ravel)

Sky NZ Originals x BBC drama series The Ridge, premiering on Neon and Sky Open (and in the UK, BBC iPlayer) on 21 October.Shot on location between New Zealand and Scotland, The Ridge stars BAFTA Scotland award-winning Scots actress Lauren Lyle (Karen Pirie, Outlander) in the lead role of Mia, who is fleeing addiction and leaving behind a professional life in tatters in Scotland. She accepts a wedding invitation from her estranged sister in New Zealand – only to find the would-be-bride dead upon arrival. Caught up in grief and pulled by a dark attraction to her late-sister’s fiancé Ewan played by New Zealand star Jay Ryan (Territory, Top of the Lake, It Chapter 2), Mia soon finds that familiarity among a small community breeds secrets and tensions, endangering the brittle fabric of the town itself.Speaking on location at the start of the shoot, Lauren Lyle said: "I'm very excited to be bringing this strange, gothic, psychological thriller to life. Mia is such a fascinating character in a very weird world which is quite delicious to play. It feels like something very bad is going to play out.. in a good way!! New Zealand is also a second home to me so it's a joy to be back."Jay Ryan added: ‘I couldn’t refuse a trip back home for this production that brilliantly weaves our cultures and folklore together in a tense and riveting series. This really is an ambitious work with characters that will leave you guessing at every turn.Gavin Smith, Commissioning Editor, BBC Scotland said: “We’re delighted that The Ridge has started filming. This is a hugely exciting commission for BBC Scotland and is an example of our ambition to look beyond borders to bring high end quality drama to audiences not just in Scotland but across the world. The Ridge has a first class international team bringing it to life which we are proud to be a part of.”Thomas Robins, Head of Sky NZ Originals said: “Sky NZ Originals is extremely proud to team up with BBC Scotland on this co-commission. With Great Southern Studios at the helm, and Lauren and Jay leading the cast, The Ridge is sure to be an unmissable, world-class drama.”Created by acclaimed novelist Nora Chassler and BAFTA Scotland-winning producer David Murdoch and co-written with Alan Campbell and award-winning New Zealand writers Kate McDermott and Jess Sayer.Directed by BAFTA-winning Scottish director Douglas Mackinnon (Good Omens, Line of Duty, Doctor Who) and Emmy-nominated New Zealand director Robyn Grace (Sweet Tooth, Power Rangers, Spartacus). The series’ executive producers include Boat Rocker’s Ivan Schneeberg (Beacon 23) & David Fortier (Slip), Jon Rutherford (Bet), and Erik Pack (Video Nasty). The Ridge was commissioned by Louise Thornton, Head of Commissioning, BBC Scotland and Thomas Robins, Head of Sky NZ Originals.The Ridge is produced by New Zealand’s leading drama makers Great Southern Studios and Glasgow-based Sinner Films for Sky New Zealand Originals and BBC Scotland. Boat Rocker will manage global sales.It is being made with the support of New Zealand On Air, the NZ Screen Production Rebate and Screen Scotland.The Ridge will be available to audiences on BBC iPlayer, BBC Scotland, Sky Open and NEON later this year. For exclusive content and the full show including music features, visit: https://www.rova.nz/podcasts/george-fm-breakfast-with-lee-tammy Join the Whānau on Instagram, Facebook & Tik Tok.

Leftist government employees act like they are doing us a favor. The average government worker makes $90K vs $61K for the average private sector worker. They get more vacations, sick time, etc. and honestly most don't work hard, if at all. President Trump is trying to negotiate peace in the Middle East…again. This time between Israel and Hamas. And Democrats still think of him as Hitler and Joe Biden as Spartacus.Would you want to hire a Leftist? Marry one? Befriend one?See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This story unfolds a suspenseful narrative centered around a horse named Spartacus and a young girl named Emily. The story explores themes of love, betrayal, and the haunting presence of the past as characters navigate their relationships and confront the consequences of their actions. The investigation into Emily's tragic fate reveals deep emotional connections and the impact of loss, culminating in a ghostly encounter that challenges the boundaries between life and death.In the quiet corners of a world where love intertwines with mystery, the story of Spartacus unfolds—a tale that dances between the realms of life and the echoes of the past. As the morning mist settles, Emily, a freckle-faced girl, finds herself entangled in a web of emotions, where love, betrayal, and the spectral presence of a beloved horse named Spartacus weave a narrative that captivates the soul.The Unyielding Spirit of Spartacus: Spartacus, a five-year-old chestnut stallion, stands as a symbol of untamed freedom and raw power. With fire in his eyes and steel springs in his legs, he acknowledges no master but Emily. Their bond transcends the ordinary, a testament to the unspoken language between a girl and her horse. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm brews—a storm that will test the limits of love and loyalty.A Love Unspoken: Emily's heart beats for Frank, a man whose intentions remain shrouded in ambiguity. As the narrative unfolds, the delicate threads of love and deception intertwine, leaving Emily vulnerable to the whims of fate. Her love for Frank is unwavering, yet the shadows of doubt cast a pall over their relationship. In a world where words remain unspoken, the heart's desires become a silent plea for understanding.The Ghosts of the Past: As the story reaches its crescendo, the specter of Emily's love haunts the living. Frank, tormented by visions of Emily riding Spartacus, grapples with the weight of his actions. The line between reality and illusion blurs, leaving him to confront the ghosts of his past. In a world where love transcends the boundaries of life and death, the echoes of Emily's presence linger—a reminder that true love never truly fades.The tale of Spartacus is a poignant reminder of the complexities of love and the enduring power of the human spirit. As the curtain falls on this narrative, we are left to ponder the mysteries of the heart and the unyielding bonds that connect us to those we hold dear. In the end, love, like Spartacus, remains untamed—a force that defies the constraints of time and space.Subscribe Now: Join us on this journey of love, mystery, and the unbreakable bonds that define our existence. Subscribe now to explore more tales that captivate the heart and stir the soul.TakeawaysThe story begins with a suspenseful introduction.Spartacus is a powerful stallion with a rebellious spirit.Emily has a deep bond with Spartacus, reflecting her character.Engagement brings joy but also heartbreak for Emily.The investigation into Emily's death raises questions of guilt.Frank experiences haunting visions of Emily after her death.Accusations of betrayal complicate Frank's relationships.The ghostly encounter blurs the lines between reality and illusion.Love is portrayed as a powerful, enduring force.The conclusion reflects on the themes of love and loss.suspense, mystery, engagement, heartbreak, ghost, investigation, love, betrayal, horse, tragedy

Dana and Tom with 5x Club member, Peterson W. Hill (Co-Host of the War Starts at Midnight podcast) discuss Spartacus (1960) for its 65th Anniversary: directed by Stanley Kubrick, written by Dalton Trumbo, Cinematography by Russell Metty, Music by Alex North, starring Kirk Douglas, Jean Simmons, Tony Curtis, Laurence Olivier, Charles Laughton, and Peter Ustinov.Plot Summary: Spartacus tells the story of a slave in ancient Rome who refuses to accept a life of cruelty and injustice. Born into slavery, Spartacus is forced to fight as a gladiator for the entertainment of wealthy Romans. However, his strength, courage, and sense of dignity inspire other slaves to follow him when he leads a massive revolt, freeing thousands of men, women, and children. Spartacus dreams of escaping Rome's control and living freely. However, the Roman army is powerful and relentless. Despite many victories, Spartacus and his followers cannot escape Rome's reach. In the end, Spartacus is captured and crucified, but his spirit of resistance lives on. The film shows how his fight for freedom challenged the might of an empire and became a symbol of courage against oppression.Chapters:00:00 Introduction, Cast, and Background for Sparatacus03:24 Relationship(s) to Spartacus09:00 Kirk Douglas' Crowning Achievement?15:59 Plot Summary for Spartacus17:04 What is Spartacus About?21:54 Where is Spartacus in the Kubrick Rankings?26:16 Did You Know?31:39 First Break32:28 What's Happening with Peterson?38:19 The Cinema Legacy Poll - #79-7150:50 Best Performance(s)01:05:45 Best Scene(s)01:14:59 Second Break01:15:45 Best/Funniest Lines01:18:07 The Stanley Rubric - Legacy01:25:43 The Stanley Rubric - Impact/Significance01:32:12 The Stanley Rubric - Novelty01:37:53 The Stanley Rubric - Classicness01:42:10 The Stanley Rubric - Rewatchability01:45:11 The Stanley Rubric - Audience Score and Final Total01:47:20 Remaining Questions for Spartacus01:52:21 Thank You Peterson and Final Thoughts02:01:53 CreditsGuest:Peterson W. Hill - Co-Host of the War Starts at Midnight podcast@petersonwhill on IG, Letterboxd, and TwitterPrevious Guest on Gone Girl (2014), Parasite (2019), Fight Club (1999), Ben-Hur (1959), Up in the Air (2009), The Shop Around the Corner (1940),

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In Episode 181 of The Alan Sanders Show, Alan explores the human condition through the lens of history, literature, and modern politics, revealing how oppression sparks rebellion. From Spartacus' uprising against Rome to the French Revolution's guillotines, the repressed have always risen against their oppressors. Drawing parallels to Shakespeare's Macbeth and Princess Leia's defiance in Star Wars, Alan shows how dehumanization fuels resistance. In the wake of Charlie Kirk's tragic assassination on September 10, 2025, conservatives are pushing back against the Left's censorship and cancel culture, ushering in an era of accountability culture. Join Alan as he honors Kirk's legacy and examines why the tighter the grip, the fiercer the rebellion. Tune in for a powerful reflection on freedom, justice, and the unyielding spirit of those who refuse to be silenced. Please take a moment to rate and review the show and then share the episode on social media. You can find me on Facebook, X, Instagram, GETTR,  TRUTH Social and YouTube by searching for The Alan Sanders Show. And, consider becoming a sponsor of the show by visiting my Patreon page!

FBI Director Kash Patel tears into Sen Spartacus for saying he's running the FBI into the ground.  Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

Some people prefer comedy podcasts, others prefer history podcasts, I prefer both comedy and history podcasts. That's right this week we're talking about Spartacus and ancient Rome! This week we're watching 1960''s Spartacus, this movie stars Kirk Douglas, Jean Simmons, Laurence Olivier, Tony Curtis and was directed by Stanley Kubrick. We discuss the real history behind the movie and Spartacus' rebellion. Come take a stand with us! LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE PLEASE! We are proud to announce our NEW Patreon is available: https://www.patreon.com/reviewinghistory We hope you sign up and enjoy the fun we're having over there. Please give us a rating and a review on ApplePodcasts or Spotify. It helps potential sponsors find the show! Sign up for @Riversidefm: www.riverside.fm/?via=reviewi... Sign up for @BetterHelp: betterhelp.com/reviewinghistory Email Us: Reviewinghistorypod@gmail.com Follow Us: www.facebook.com/reviewinghistory twitter.com/rviewhistorypod letterboxd.com/antg4836/ letterboxd.com/spfats/ letterboxd.com/BrianRuppert/ letterboxd.com/brianruppert/list…eviewing-history/ twitter.com/Brianruppert #comedy #history #podcast #comedypodcast #historypodcast #rome #romanhistory #spartacus #ancientrome #stanleykubrick #kirkdouglas #60s #cinema #movies #moviereview #filmcriticisms #moviehistory #hackthemovies #redlettermedia #rlm #historybuff #tellemstevedave #tesd

Quand naît l'idée d'Europe ? À quelle période apparaissent les valeurs et les structures considérées aujourd'hui comme ses fondements politiques, économiques, culturels et religieux ? L'Antiquité, le Moyen Âge ou l'époque moderne nous ont-ils légué le libéralisme, la démocratie, l'égalité entre les peuples et les individus ? Pour répondre à ces questions, cette série d'ouvrages se penche sur l'émergence, la construction et l'évolution de l'Europe vue aujourd'hui comme un ensemble homo-gène, voire intangible et uniforme. Elle offre une lecture originale et pertinente de la manière dont cet espace a été perçu par les peuples qui l'ont occupé au travers des âges et sur lequel ils ont pro-jeté progressivement un substrat religieux, politique, et parfois civilisationnel. Ce premier volume s'ouvre sur la préhistoire pour se conclure à la fin de la période antique, au Ve siècle. L'Europe des institutions étatiques et du droit, de la science et des techniques, de l'alphabet et du plurilinguisme, de la psychanalyse et de la philosophie, des fêtes et des plaisirs, et de tant d'autres choses encore, doit en effet beaucoup à l'Antiquité. Les parois peintes de Lascaux, les mégalithes de Stonehenge, l'Acropole d'Athènes et le Colisée de Rome, Spartacus et Astérix font bien partie intégrante de l'imaginaire des Européens du XXIe siècle, et plus encore, de tous ceux qui s'affirment comme des Occidentaux. C'est pourquoi les auteurs, à travers un récit d'une richesse exceptionnelle, interrogent la géographie même de l'Europe, racontent les grandes évolutions hu-maines et politiques depuis les temps les plus anciens et explorent la richesse culturelle et sociale du legs antique.L'historienne qui a dirigé ce premier tome, Violaine SEBILLOTTE CUCHET, est notre invitée en studioHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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Tread Perilously's summer Patreon request month continues with an episode of Spartacus called "Sacramentum Gladiatorum." When the Thracian known to the Romans as Spartacus wakes up after his failed execution, he discovers he has been sold to Quintus Lentulus Batiatus. The Lanista plans to train him as a gladiator in the hopes of currying the favor of Gaius Claudius Glaber. As it turns out, he needs a new patron to cover his expenses as the drought continues to ravage the area. Glaber, for his part, wants Spartacus to die slowly while bleeding in the arena. Will the three men get anything they want? Erik can't help but notice the comic book nature of the series. It leads to a lot of digressions. The sex and violence Spartacus is known for also quickly makes itself apparent. John Hannah, Manu Bennett, Peter Mensah, and Lucy Lawless prove to be MVPs. Star Andy Whitfield also demonstrates why he had a following before his untimely passing. A discussion of the Stanley Kubrick film also occurs. Justin compares gladiators to professional wrestlers -- and he has the receipts! He also goes into history nerd mode. Erik joins him. The show's style comes in for criticism even as Erik thinks there is a place for it. Latin continues to be a speed bump and The Cleopatra Scale ends up in service a surprising amount.

Welcome to Blerd Watchers! ThePopBreak.com's monthly podcast about TV shows with a Blerdy twist! Come hang out with Courtney & Marshall, two married Blerds, as they navigate all the dopeness on TV and share insights and opinions on the monthly show topics!In this episode, Courtney and Marshall return for a jam-packed episode as summer winds down, bringing you their signature blend of humor, pop culture insights, and candid conversation. This month, they dive into a charcuterie board of Snap trailer reactions, and, for the first time ever, create a Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) tier list. Along the way, expect tangents on everything from classic TV shows to the evolution of superhero movies, plus plenty of laughs and honest takes. Whether you're a die-hard Marvel fan or just love great banter, this episode has something for everyone.Time-Coded Chapters:(04:24) – Snap Trailer Reactions: Terminal List: Dark Wolf(13:20) – Snap Trailer Reactions: Spartacus House of Asher(24:00) – Snap Trailer Reactions: Love Brooklyn(27:00) – Nicole Beharie Appreciation & Industry Talk(31:00) – Snap Trailer Reactions: Highest to Lowest (Spike Lee Joint)41:00 – MCU Tier List Introduction43:30 – Breaking Down the MCU: Secret Invasion, Thor, Ant-Man, and More1:00:00 – MCU TV Shows: Moon Knight, She-Hulk, Falcon & Winter Soldier1:15:00 – Marvel Movies: Eternals, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, and More1:30:00 – Spider-Man, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Avengers Rankings1:45:00 – S-Tier Debates: Iron Man, WandaVision, X-Men 97, and More1:55:00 – Final Thoughts, Podcast Wrap-Up, and Listener ShoutoutsFollow Courtney on⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ &⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and Marshall on⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠,⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Merch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ now available!Make sure to check out their other podcast,⁠⁠⁠⁠ Blerd Life with My Wife⁠⁠⁠⁠ on your favorite podcasting app and on⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠ &⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠.⁠⁠⁠⁠Blerd Life with My Wife Archives!⁠⁠⁠⁠And head on over to their⁠⁠⁠⁠ Patreon page⁠⁠⁠⁠ for extra content.

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After Dark with Hosts Rob & Andrew – The Democrat Party is adrift with no message or leader, struggling as polls hit record lows. Senator Cory Booker's latest “Spartacus” moment highlights their desperation, as Americans tire of political theater and seek real solutions. On this episode of “Truth Be Told with Booker Scott,” I break down Booker's meltdown and the party's failure to address real issues...

Here is the Press Conference audio for Spartacus: House of Ashur from SDCC.

This week on the Talk Without Rhythm Podcast I'm discussing the last two Stanley Kubrick films I have not previously TWoRPed - his 1953 debut Fear and Desire and his 1960 work-for-hire effort Spartacus. [00:00] INTRO [01:38] The Good, the Bad, and the Odd Promo [02:21] RANDOM CONVERSATION [10:21] Fear and Desire (1953) [41:13] Spartacus (1960) [01:33:18] FEEDBACK [01:36:38] ENDING MUSIC: Spartacus Main Title by Alex North Buy Fear and Desire (1953) Buy Spartacus (1960) Support TWoRP Contact Us talkwithoutrhythm@gmail.com

I am Spartacus! (And so's my wife!)Yes the Sword and Sandal epic is a genre that has entertained us (are you not entertained!) for a century with passion and cruelty, beauty and barbarism!We are joined by fellow podcaster and host of the Real Reel Talk Podcast, Josh, as we countdown our Top 10 movies! You can listen to Real Reel Talk here - https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/real-reel-talk/id1712304561REAL REEL TALK HORRORhttps://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/real-reel-talk-horror-edition/id1744450461REAL REEL TALK GRIMMhttps://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/real-reel-talk-grimm-edition/id1794571443Here's all our Gubbins - SOCIAL MEDIAwww.twitter.com/toptenpodswww.instagram.com/toptenpodswww.facebook.com/toptenpodsEMAILGet in touch with us right here:toptenpods@hotmail.comPATREONCome and support the podcast at Patreon for some great rewards including -BE A GUEST ON YOUR OWN EPISODES VIDEO PLAYLISTS FOR EVERY EPISODEEXCLUSIVE TTTOAP BADGEEPISODES 5 DAYS EARLY AND AD FREE!www.patreon.com/toptenpodsEPISODE LINKSApple: apple.co/3ica0FySpotify: spoti.fi/3BRhkypYouTube: https://bit.ly/3jQETisMERCH https://www.podcastmerch.co.uk/170026-top-10-of-anythingLINKTREEhttps://linktr.ee/toptenpodsBUY US A COFFEEhttps://ko-fi.com/toptenpodsSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-top-ten-of-anything-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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With great GDP numbers coming out, of course the Dems have come out saying not to believe them. Chuck Schumer called the great numbers a "Mirage'. Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

Scott takes the Dungeon Master's chair as we play the D&D world of Theros! A cow, a goat boy, two lions and a weird horse meet in the sands of the arena. It's time to play The Danger Games!Music thanks to Kevin McLeodFollow us on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, YouTube, and Discord!

The show opens with much better than expected retail sales numbers for June. I also clarify about VP Vance's tie breaking vote and how the final vote for the recission bill was today. NPR's CEO Katherine Maher thinks you need NPR and PBS because you can't get broadband or cell service everywhere in rural America. We learned that Judge Boasberg penned a memo with support of several other activist judges and sent it to SCOTUS Chief Justice Roberts showing they had already determined their feelings about any Trump case brought before them. Rep. Jamie Raskins (D-MD) continues to show us he is still the Designated Liar. Jill Biden's Chief of Staff, Anthony Bernal, refused to answer any congressional oversight questions. Rep. James Comer (R-KY) gives us his thoughts on pleading the fifth. It does open up the possibility of getting a lot more people to answer questions, including Jill Biden. The Democrats in the Senate walked out of committee, with Spartacus himself, Sen. Corey Booker (D-NJ) trying to once again filibuster to stall a vote for a Trump judicial nominee. All the Dems have is obstructionism as part of their America Last agenda. I then take a moment to reflect on the concept of “political correctness” and how it's led to where we are today. I hope it encourages people to stop being afraid to share their thoughts and to engage in much needed conversations. The most ridiculous item of the day goes to Prime Minister Keir Starmer who wants to lower the voting age in the UK to 16. As to big wins, it looks like Trump will declassify the documents needed to continue the Grand Criminal Conspiracy Investigation. We remind the audience about the last time Trump was in office and implemented some tariffs, it led to jobs and investment in America. Italy has just signed on to get natural gas from the United States to the tune of $15 billion dollars. ICE has been granted access to Medicaid data, which will allow them to track down even more illegals. And, Trump has just announced that not a penny more will be wasted on the boondoggle that was high-speed rail in California. Finally, we get two back-to-back polls from CNN's Harry Enten. Even with the Epstein topic, GOP support for Trump continues to grow. Unfortunately, during the same polling period, Demcrats continue to lose the confidence of their base. Please take a moment to rate and review the show and then share the episode on social media. You can find me on Facebook, X, Instagram, GETTR,  TRUTH Social and YouTube by searching for The Alan Sanders Show. And, consider becoming a sponsor of the show by visiting my Patreon page!!

En películas de Pedro Almodóvar suenan canciones como 'Ne me quitte pas' en la grabación de la cantante brasileña Maysa Matarzazzo ('La ley del deseo'), 'Tonada de luna llena' por Caetano Veloso ('La flor de mi secreto') y 'Cucurrucucú paloma' también por Caetano ('Hable con ella'), 'Por toda minha vida' grabación de Elis Regina & Tom Jobim ('Hable con ella'), 'Raquel' del caboverdiano Baú ('Hable con ella') y 'Tajabone' del senegalés Ismaël Lò ('Todo sobre mi madre' ). Ryuichi Sakamoto con Everton Nelson y Jaques Morelenbaum tocando 'High heels' (de la película de Almodóvar 'Tacones lejanos'), 'The sheltering sky' (de la película de Bernardo Bertolucci 'El cielo protector') y 'Merry Xmas Mr.Lawrence' (de la película de Nagisa Oshima 'Feliz navidad Mr. Lawrence'). David Bowie canta con el Pat Metheny Group 'This is not America' en la película de John Schlessinger 'The falcon and the snowman' y el pianista Bill Evans toca en trío el tema de la película de Robert Altman M.A.S.H. Abre la orquesta de Maria Schneider ('Love theme from Spartacus' que Johnny Mandel escribió para la película de Kubrick 'Espartaco') y lo cierran el pianista Giovanni Ceccarelli, el bajista Ferruccio Spinetti y la cantante Chiara Civello ('Chanson de maxence' que Michel Legrand compuso para 'Les demoiselles de Rochefort').Escuchar audio

Milo and Pat are flying solo this week and they get into the reeds of Spartacus but before doing so they do some taxonomy of Britain's finest content creators... Get twice as many episodes on the Patreon for $5 per month (as well as early access): https://www.patreon.com/c/mastersofpod Grab tickets to Milo's tour shows in BERLIN, MANCHESTER, NEWCASTLE and EDINBURGH here: www.miloedwards.co.uk/liveshows

Milo and Phoebe are sans-Pat this week and get into a discussion of the metaphysics of Hotel California, amongst a great deal of other things. They also touch upon Spartacus. Get this full episode on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/133446290

This week Erin M. Evans and Treavor Bettis answer questions about Querying, Pet Companions, and Chapter Titles.Join our Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/writingaboutdragons Starring:Erin M Evans (Empire of Exiles, Brimstone Angels)https://bsky.app/profile/erinmevans.bsky.social B. Dave Walters (A Darkened Wish, Black Dice Society)https://bsky.app/profile/bdavewalters.bsky.social Treavor Bettis (Difficulty Class, Champions of Lore)https://bsky.app/profile/thetreavor.bsky.social Join the Discord!https://discord.gg/MdSVsfpTzu Buy Relics of Ruin!Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Relics-Ruin-Books-Usurper-2/dp/031644104X Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/relics-of-ruin-erin-m-evans/1143299833?ean=9780316441049 Check out B. Dave's Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/bdavewalters Enroll in B. Dave's 14 Day Writer:https://www.theundisputedacademy.com/14-day-writer-home-page

Rep. Hakeem Jeffries sets the record for longest House speech in history. PBS brings on Brian Stelter to claim "CBS did nothing wrong" when deceptively editing their interview with Kamala Harris. CNN's John Berman pained to tell his audience that the predictions of job losses and inflation due to tariff policy have been wrong.Thank you for supporting our sponsors that make The Dana Show possible…Allio CapitalReady to take control of your financial future? Download the Allio app from the App Store or Google Play, or text my name “DANA” to 511511. Download the Allio app or text “DANA” to 511511 today.Relief Factorhttps://ReliefFactor.com OR CALL 1-800-4-RELIEFTurn the clock back on pain with Relief Factor. Get their 3-week Relief Factor Quick Start for only $19.95 today! Byrnahttps://Byrna.com/danaGet your hands on the new compact Byrna CL. Visit Byrna.com/Dana receive 10% off Patriot Mobilehttps://PatriotMobile.com/DanaDana's personal cell phone provider is Patriot Mobile. Get a FREE MONTH of service code DANAHumanNhttps://HumanN.comFind both the new SuperBerine and the #1 bestselling SuperBeets Heart Chews at Sam's Club!Angel Studioshttps://Angel.com/danaStream King of Kings, check out fan-picked shows, and claim your member perks.

1 - Hakeem Jeffries is knock-off Cory Booker! How much napping is going on the floor of the House? 105 - How will the Whitemarsh Township 4th of July parade go? 110 - Your calls. 120 - The city of Philadelphia let a dead body sit in the sun for hours because the medical professionals are on strike. Will Jeffries stop speaking soon? Dom spoke with actor and TV host Alfonso Ribeiro regarding him hosting a 4th of July celebration tomorrow featuring many top tier acts taking stage and the celebration of our armed forces. How have the friendships he made from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air continued over the years? 140 - Hakeem Jeffries is finally done with his speech! Will they get the vote going? Your calls. 155 - Your calls to round out the second hour.

Imperial Rome collides with the Cthulhu Mythos in The Sword of Spartacus by Richard L. Tierney!

The gang are joined by fan favourites Eleanor and Luke from We're Not So Different to discuss the latest Spartacus offering and assess the relative merits of the conniving MILVEs on offer against a Greek Tragedy framework. Get this full episode on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/132289051?pr=true

Through her sharp and biting political commentary—whether as host of the podcast Fast Politics, as a special correspondent for Vanity Fair, or as a political analyst on MSNBC—Molly Jong-Fast has, over the past decade, become something of a household name. But, as the daughter of the once-famous author and second-wave feminist Erica Jong—whose 1973 novel Fear of Flying catapulted her into the literary limelight—she has actually been in the public eye for much longer, decades before this more recent notoriety of her own making. Jong-Fast's latest book, the searing, heartbreaking (but also, at times, hilarious) memoir How to Lose Your Mother, is in some sense an effort to take her story back after being in the shadow of her narcissistic, too often out-of-reach mother for so long. It's also a book about aging and frailty, and an extremely difficult, gut-wrenching year: In 2023, Erica was diagnosed with dementia, right around the same time that Molly's husband learned he had a rare cancer.On the episode, Jong-Fast talks about her own actual fear of flying, in addition to her mother's book of the same name; 27 years of sobriety and how her time in A.A. has transformed her life; and the importance of confronting the vicissitudes of aging and one's passage through time.Special thanks to our Season 11 presenting sponsor, Van Cleef & Arpels.Show notes:Molly Jong-Fast[4:28] “Fear of Flying” (1973)[4:28] Erica Jong[4:49] “How to Lose Your Mother: A Daughter's Memoir”[7:53] “Spartacus” (1951)[7:53] “April Morning” (1961)[7:53] “The Immigrants” (1977)[9:15] Lee Krasner[10:04] Susan Faludi[10:04] “Backlash” (1991)[12:09] “Fear and Flying Erica & Erotica in Connecticut” (1980)[12:09] “Fanny” (1980)[14:57] Marty Seif[18:26] Special Guest: Erica Jong (2023)[19:39] Pan Am Flight 001[21:11] “The Year of Magical Thinking” (2005)[21:11] “Notes to John” (2025)[26:54] “The Sex Doctors in the Basement” (2005)[36:46] “Normal Girl” (2000)[38:52] Jacob Bernstein[38:52] Carl Bernstein[38:52] Stalin Peace Prize[46:05] Michael Tomasky[48:55] Hazelden[49:57] “How Molly Jong-Fast Tweeted Her Way to Liberal Media Stardom”

The Rich Zeoli Show- Hour 4: 6:05pm- During a Senate hearing on Tuesday, Senators Ted Cruz and Cory Booker got into an argument over the Biden Administrations refusal to comply with Supreme Court rulings. The debate ended with Cruz hilariously referring to Booker as “Spartacus.” 6:30pm- On Monday, statistician and political analyst Nate Silver shared a survey which indicates 45% of self-identifying “liberals” suffer from “poor” mental health—suggesting there could be a correlation between “excellent” mental health and conservative political views. 6:40pm- In a new article posted to his Substack, statistician and political analyst Nate Silver attempts to answer the question: why do young men dislike Democrats? Silver concludes that young males are largely ambitious, entrepreneurial, and strong believers in individualism. Contrarily, the Democrat Party is viewed as risk averse and overly controlling. Additionally, the Democratic Party's fixation with politically correct speech is perceived as restrictive and hostile towards humor.

Newark Mayor Ras Baraka had his Spartacus moment, except this time he uses the bible for his reference. He claims him being arrested is his David moment.  Visit the Howie Carr Radio Network website to access columns, podcasts, and other exclusive content.

In the tales of Hollywood Crassus will always be the antagonist to the slave hero Spartacus, but is that how would he see himself? A war against slaves is something that no self respecting Roman would like to be pushed into. And yet here we are. Episode CCXL (240) Part II of Crassus Guest: Assoc. Professor Rhiannon Evans (Classic and Ancient History, La Trobe University)

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When you think about ancient gladiators, you likely have a certain vision that comes to mind: slaves forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of bloodthirsty Romans.But much of what we think we know about gladiators is actually wrong.Today on the show, Alexander Mariotti will separate the just-as-fascinating fact from popular-culture-derived fiction when it comes to gladiatorial combat in ancient Rome. Alexander is a historian and an expert on gladiators who's served as a consultant for shows and films like Spartacus and Gladiator II.In our conversation, Alexander explains how gladiatorial games evolved from funeral rites into professional sporting events featuring the greatest superstar athletes and sex symbols of the day. We discuss the different types of gladiators, their rigorous training regimens, why gladiators fought in their underwear, and whether they actually fought to the death. Alexander describes what a day at the Colosseum was really like, complete with elaborate special effects, halftime shows, souvenirs, and even concessions. And we talk about the connections between the gladiatorial games and the sports and spectacle culture of today, and why, despite the passage of two millennia, these ancient athletes continue to captivate our imagination.Resources Related to the PodcastAoM Article: Lessons in Manliness from GladiatorAoM Article: The Men in the Arena–A Primer on Roman GladiatorsGladiatorGladiator IISpartacus series"Gladiator 2 History Consultant Hits Back at Inaccuracy Claims"Connect With Alexander MariottiAlexander's website