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The American Democracy Minute Radio News Report & Podcast for Sept. 30, 2026California Updates: County Sheriff Must Return the Ballots He Seized; County Registrar Under Scrutiny After Alleging Primary Ballot StuffingWe have updates from California today, where Riverside County's sheriff was ordered to return over 650,000 2025 ballots he seized earlier this year, and state and federal officials are investigating after Shasta County's chief election officer and known election skeptic made allegations of ballot stuffing because the paper didn't ‘feel right'.Some podcasting platforms strip out our links.  To read our resources and see the whole script of today's report, please go to our website at https://AmericanDemocracyMinute.orgToday's LinksArticles & ResourcesCalifornia Supreme Court - CLARISSA CERVANTES et al., Petitioners, v. CHAD BIANCO, as Sheriff, etc., et al.,Respondents; RIVERSIDE COUNTY CITIZENS et al.,CalMatters - California sheriff broke election law by seizing ballots, state Supreme Court rulesShasta Scout - Federal court subpoenas Shasta elections official, instructs him to bring voted ballots to Sacramento Shasta Scout - Shasta supervisors censure election official Clint Curtis, citing misconduct against staffShasta County, CA - Shasta County Welcomes State and Federal Election Investigators and Encourages aReview of the County Clerk/Registrar of Voters Office Related ADM Reports:American Democracy Minute - Tarrant County, TX Commissioners Close 92 Polling Places; Convicted CO County Clerk Tina Peters Withdraws from Shasta County, CA Job OfferAmerican Democracy Minute - (2025) Five Years After the 2020 Election, More Election Denier Turmoil in Shasta County, CAAmerican Democracy Minute - (2023) Shasta County, CA Votes to Hand Count Ballots for its 111,000 Voters. Now They Have to Pay for It. Register or Check Your Voter Registration:U.S. Election Assistance Commission – How to Register And Vote in Your State Find all of our reports at AmericanDemocracyMinute.orgSubscribe for FREE at Apple Podcasts, Spotify and most podcasting platforms.#News #Democracy  #DemocracyNews #ShastaCounty #RiversideCounty #California #ChadBianco

Dan and Tom break down the alarming rise of AI-powered check-ins in fitness apps... Well, the one we know... Trainerize. We discuss why removing human connection from online coaching destroys client retention, why in-person personal training is set for a massive comeback, and how AI-skeptic consumers are reacting to automated feedback. Plus, the guys debate the ultimate traditional British takeaway ranking (fish & chips vs. Chinese vs. Indian), and review Tom's wild experience blind-tasting savoury ice cream flavours like Aunt Bessie's Yorkshire Pudding... 0:00 Salsa Dancing and Life Updates 8:31 Ranking Traditional British Takeaways 22:29 Testing Strange Ice Cream Flavours 30:54 The Rise of AI in Personal Training Check-ins 38:27 Upcoming Events and Wrap-up

Tell you what, if you don't already have much confidence in councils, the report out on what went wrong with sewage spilling into the water at Moa Point in Wellington isn't going to help. It turns out the Moa Point wastewater treatment plant is only half built. There's another half that was supposed to be built and never was. If it had been built, that spill probably wouldn't have happened because there would have been enough capacity at the treatment plant to cope with the extra rainwater that fell that evening. Now, we don't know why the second phase was never built. Maybe someone, somewhere along the line in the past 30 years, decided to save some money and shelved it. Or maybe it just got lost on the list of things the council was supposed to do. Maybe, as people left their jobs over the years, someone packed up their desk and forgot to tell the next person, "Oi, can you remember to build the rest of the Moa Point plant?" And so it never got built. That's a question that perhaps could have been answered by the Chief Infrastructure Officer at Wellington City Council, or maybe the previous Chief Infrastructure Officer, or perhaps their specialist advisers. But none of them made themselves available to be interviewed for this report. Now, that's suspicious, isn't it? That's the kind of thing you do if you don't want to say something that might be used against you, isn't it? But here we are once again, with a council dropping the ball on one of its core jobs, in this case treating poo, and then nobody being held accountable. Instead, it's being blamed on systemic issues. Doesn't that sound exactly like what happened with Tauranga City Council and its failure to act on repeated warnings about the looming landslide that went on to kill people? Once again, Minister Simon Watts is doing nothing about it. He's simply going to close the book on a sorry chapter and promise that the council is already working on doing better. Now, I'm getting very tired, and I suspect many of you are too, of councils being really rubbish at their jobs, stuffing up in quite significant ways and then nobody ever getting in trouble for it. Someone made the decision not to build the second part of the plant, just as someone made the decision not to bother setting up a warning system for a landslide in Tauranga. I'd like to know who that was, and I'd like them to be made an example of so that other council staffers get a bit of a fright and do their jobs better in the future. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Enjoy this full chapter about working on Monkey Island, from Jeff's newest book. Monkey Farm: A Summer Among the Macaques  Audiobook: Libby Libro.fm Spotify Amazon  Audible  Apple Books  Google Play  Kobo  Barnes and Noble eBook (DRM-free): Bookshop.org  Kobo  Kindle Barnes and Noble  Canadian friends: I set the retail price at par - $10CAD and $10USD. Anything more is bullshit. 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Chapter 11 - Monkey Island My summer among the macaques ended with a hangover, fresh stitches and a new tattoo. The story of how that happened began before dawn at a boat dock on Saint Helena Sound.  The skills I'd acquired at the Yemassee clinic, specifically treating lacerations and fight wounds, had qualified me to work on Morgan Island when needed. The Monkey Farm maintained a colony of rhesus macaques on the island under a contract with the government. The macaques had been relocated to South Carolina from a government breeding facility in Puerto Rico fifteen years prior, after monkeys carrying the Herpes-B virus escaped into the community.  After my boss recommended me to the Morgan Island team, the occupational health lab tested me for tuberculosis and hepatitis. The monkeys on the island were disease-free, and the humans who worked there were screened to make sure they didn't infect the animals. The lab also re-tested me for Herpes-B virus, carried by many of the macaques I worked with. Herpes-B was harmless to the monkeys, but could kill me. The re-test confirmed I hadn't been infected by an accidental needle stick the month before. After I stuck myself with that used needle, I rushed back to the clinic and scrubbed the wound with iodine and a stiff brush for ten minutes, then flushed the wound with water for another twenty minutes. Either the monkey hadn't carried B virus or the infection-control procedure worked. Good news! With blood tests out of the way, I was given the dates I would work on Morgan Island and instructions to take the morning boat from Eddings Point. My boss dictated directions. "Take the Carteret Street bridge from Beaufort on the mainland to Lady's Island. Continue on the Sea Island Parkway. Pass Datha, Distant, Warsaw and Polawana Islands. Keep going on to Saint Helena Island. Turn left on Eddings Point Road, go a couple miles across the causeway to Eddings Point Landing. Boat leaves at 6:30 am sharp. Be early because they'll leave you at the dock if you're one minute late." A winding pre-dawn drive across the archipelago of Saint Helena Sound got me to the dock just after 6:00 am. A car and two pickup trucks were already parked in an oyster shell lot between the narrow causeway and the salt marsh. The trucks lit the marsh with their headlights. The beams followed a walkway of planks laid between pilings out to open water where I could just make out a boat tied to a floating dock. Three people I'd never met were ferrying boxes of supplies and bags of Purina Monkey Chow from the trucks to the boat. I got out of my own truck with a duffel bag holding my coveralls and boots. Unsure what do do next, I went and stood next to the walkway, thinking maybe I could help. The three men ignored me as they sleepily went about their stevedoring.  The veterinarian I was to assist that day climbed out of a nearby station wagon and trudged slowly over, a bag similar to mine slung over her shoulder. We exchanged sleepy good mornings. She wore a dark knit watch cap. It was September, and the air was thankfully cool after a shatteringly hot Lowcountry August. That heat pushed me down with a heavy weight from dawn to dusk. It was hardest in coveralls, boots and a mask, but even on my days off I stayed indoors in the air conditioning. That August was the first time in my life I didn't want to go outside, even to swim since the body temperature water did nothing to cool me down. Thankfully, September broke the spell. That morning the breeze off the salt marsh was brisk and fresh. We stayed out of the way while the crew finished loading the boat. The one in charge, a big man I hadn't met, turned off the headlights in one, then the other truck. Big Man motioned to us to follow as he crossed the walkway to join the two people already on the boat. His heavy steps made the planks bounce gently between the pilings. I stepped down a short ramp from the fixed walkway to the floating dock. I followed the veterinarian who had already climbed aboard the boat.  Free from the glare of headlights, my eyes started to adjust to the pre-dawn light. The simple workboat was sturdily built of white fiberglass. It had a windshield on top of a tiny cabin in the bow. The steering wheel and throttle were mounted next to a ship's compass bolted to the top of the cabin. The letters and numbers of the compass glowed from a soft yellow light inside the compass housing. I could see that we were pointed roughly north. The inboard motor repeated a quiet rumble under an engine box piled with supplies. Big Man quickly untied the lines, bow and stern, and climbed into the boat to take the wheel.  He pushed the throttle forward and spun the wheel to the left. The boat rose smoothly on plane as we motored into Jenkins Creek. My eyes now fully adjusted, I could see the glow of sunrise build in the sky to our right, and there was enough ambient light to see our surroundings. We looked up at the top of tall marsh grass speeding by on either side of the Creek. Five months earlier in May, the grass was a green fringe barely above the tidal marshes at the confluence of the Ashepoo, Combahee, and Edisto rivers. The three rivers gave their water and their names to the ACE Basin, a pristine 350,000 acre nursery estuary in Saint Helena Sound.  Smack dab in the middle of the ACE Basin sat Morgan Island, the only completely undeveloped island in the estuary. Undeveloped, but not uninhabited.  The others on the boat didn't say much as we wound through the creeks and rivers on our way to Morgan Island. Between the early hour and the routine of what was regular duty for everyone else, I was left to watch and wonder. We shot out of Jenkins Creek into the wider Morgan River then turned east. Our bow was pointed toward the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean beyond. The top edge of the sun broke above the watery horizon. A dorsal fin broke the surface of the water in front and to the right of the boat. A shark! No, sharks don't surf. It was a porpoise. The sleek marine mammal caught a ride on the wave of water pushed aside by our bow until we turned to head north up Parrot Creek next to Morgan Island.  Morgan Island is technically six square miles, but only one square mile is high and dry. The rest is marsh. We motored in a long clockwise loop around the island's northern perimeter. At a buoy with a flashing green light, we turned south into the mouth of an unnamed tidal creek that led to the interior. After ten minutes winding through the creek, Big Man pulled back on the throttle. The boat slowed and we putted slowly toward the forested upland of Morgan Island. I pushed to the front of the cockpit to spot the throngs of free-range macaques that must've been gathered on shore to greet us. But weren't. Instead, a sleepy woman took our lines and tied our boat to a simple wooden pier that jutted out of bushes and trees that lined the shore beyond. A second boat was tied up on the other side of the dock, nearly identical to ours but older and more weathered. It was covered in morning dew and had been there all night. The veterinarian motioned me to climb out so the crew could unload. The tide crested during the trip out, so it was a short step up from the boat to the dock. We carried our duffel bags down the dock, walking alongside the woman who'd come to meet us. She wore the dark blue coveralls of an animal care technician. She seemed to wake up and nodded a greeting to me.  "Welcome to Monkey Island son! I'm Dianne, you're in for a big day today!" I still didn't know what I was in for, only that my clinical skills had improved to the point where I could 'go out to Morgan for census.' The low morning sun lit the dock, but it was still dark under the trees on shore. I stepped off the pier onto the island proper. The ground was sand mixed with bits of dry organic matter fallen from a dense canopy above. When we stepped into the shadows of the trees we also stepped onto a dense mat of dead leaves, palmetto fronds, and pine needles. The branches of the pine and live oak trees above interlocked with each other to provide support against strong ocean winds. This mesh of branches was a distinguishing characteristic of the island's maritime forest. A perfect habitat for the rhesus macaques I had yet to see.  We walked up a trail to a decrepit cabin with a low, sagging metal roof. A tall radio antenna shot straight up from the peak of the roof. It's thin outline was visible against the large white plastic tank of an improvised water tower behind the cabin. The cabin itself was painted a drab light brown that blended with the forest. More so because the paint peeled up in places as if to mimic leaves. A screened porch spanned the front of the building. Through its dusty screen I could see an old plaid couch and a worn yellow vinyl recliner. The veterinarian stepped on to the porch through a crooked screen door. I followed her past the junky furniture through a weathered wood doorframe into the cabin. Its old door was propped open by a rusty metal bucket full of sand bristling with cigarette butts. Most of the cabin was one big room. A slightly less decrepit couch and recliner stood against the back wall next to a kitchen area that held a round wooden table and a few matching chairs.  A makeshift office area was to the right of the door. A dented gray metal desk under a cracked sliding glass window held a serious looking two-way shortwave radio set. A thick wire snaked out of the window to the antenna on the roof. The transmitter was surrounded by stacks of paperwork and binders. Above it was a map of the island marked with circles and squares. To the left, open doors led to two small bedrooms on either side of a bathroom. An ancient toilet, the kind with a long chain dangling from a tank on the wall was visible through the bathroom door. The place looked and felt like a remote ranger station on a wildlife preserve, which it sort of was.  A weathered man who could've been forty or sixty sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. He looked up from a piece of paper on the clipboard in front of him as the veterinarian walked over.  "Mornin' doc. I see you brought the new kid. Hey kid, I'm Jack. Well, I went out this morning and another ten monkeys jumped in the corral last night. That makes 182. Looked like about a third don't have tattoos, but I couldn't get an exact count." Jack's voice held the soft lilt acquired by someone who'd lived here for a while, but wasn't from the Deep South. The veterinarian acknowledged his update and told me to go into the bathroom and change into boots and coveralls. I came out to find Jack gone from the cabin and the vet in her coveralls waiting for me by the door. We walked out to where two of the crew from the boat stood with Diane and Jack between a couple of ancient vehicles I hadn't noticed earlier. The sun shone through the trees on an ancient flat-fender jeep. I loved it at first sight. Either Army surplus or an early civilian model. It was protected from the salt air by multiple coats of whatever leftover paint had been on hand at the time. Where the last coat of beige flaked off, I could see light orange and hints of robins egg blue beneath that. Its windshield frame was long gone. A hole gaped where one headlight had fallen out. There was no roll bar or rear seat. Stuffing poked through the cracked vinyl upholstery of a driver's seat behind a wide metal steering wheel. The passenger had to make do with an old couch cushion set on the floor of the vehicle. A surplus Army trailer painted the same leftover kaleidoscope was hitched to the jeep. It's pickup truck-sized bed held boxes of veterinary supplies.  The other vehicle was an old pickup truck so dented and rusted I couldn't tell you more about it. I admired it anyway. As I stood wondering at the make of the truck, a movement back by the jeep caught my eye. I had to stare for a moment before I could spot the young adult rhesus macaque. He crept across the forest floor, halfway to the jeep trailer from the nearest tree trunk. Big Man was in a nearby storage shed even more decrepit than the cabin, where he stowed the last of the supplies from the boat. Everyone else had their backs to the monkey. The macaque crept steadily closer to the trailer, eyes wide, mouth open. I didn't know any better so I just watched. When he got to the trailer, he stood on his hind legs and peered over the side. A hand darted out and snatched a packet of sterile gauze just as Big Man came out of the shed, saw him and yelled. "Yo! Monkey! Git!"  The macaque streaked away from the trailer in a three-legged dash, the white paper packet of gauze held to his chest with one hand. I continued to stare dumbly as the other four turned around and watched the thief disappear up into the tree canopy. Big Man chuckled as he walked toward our group.  "That one's still at it, huh? Guess he didn't jump into the corral last night."  I finally found my words and asked if that was something to look out for the rest of the day.  Big Man replied. "Not really. Every so often one of 'em gets more curious than scared and hangs around the cabin. They love to get their hands on anything new and different, so the census trailer is better 'n bananas. No big deal so long as they don't steal anything sharp. You put the syringes and scissors on the bottom, right Jack?" Jack nodded, a smile on his face. Big Man stopped next to Jack who handed him a clipboard. Big Man started the morning briefing. He introduced me as Jeff, there to help the veterinarian. No other introductions as everyone knew everyone except me and it was clear I was the vet's problem.   "Ok, me and Karl are on island the next three nights. Jack and Dianne are good to stay overtime this morning, but'll take the day boat back this afternoon as soon as we're finished with census. Dianne, how's everything doing?" "Batteries are at eighty percent this morning, generator ran fine last evening. Propane is good, water tank's three quarters full, next water delivery in a week. The water transfer pump is still on the fritz, but I know what part it needs and'll pick that up before I'm out here next. Did a radio check this morning with Yemassee. Y'all brought plenty of food so you're good for three days." He nodded his thanks, then looked down at the clipboard.  "Ok, Monkeys are in Corral C on the southwest side of the island. As of Jack's final check this morning, a total of 182 animals jumped in over two days." He flipped the top sheet over and went through a checklist on the second page. "Ok, cages, sawhorses and plywood are already staged out at the corral. Lights, scales and measuring tapes are in the pickup. So are census records, tattoo equipment and portable generators. Trailer's loaded with vet supplies, gauntlets, and gloves." He looked at his watch, then at us.  "It's 7:45, we need to set up by 8:30 so we can census all 180 macaques before noon. 1:00 at the latest if there are hiccups. It's cool now, but the temp is gonna get into the eighties later this afternoon. We don't wanna add heat to the stress they're already under. No breaks, lunch after, ok? Everyone good?" Heads nodded, mine included even though I didn't know what would come next.  "Ok, boat crew with me in the truck, last night's island crew in the jeep. We'll go on ahead and set up." Big Man looked at me and the veterinarian. "Y'all walk and meet us there. Take the loop trail and you can't miss it. We'll have your station set up by the time you get there. " I was bummed to not get a ride in the old Army jeep. As I watched it pull away down the rough trail, it bounced over a deep rut. The jeep's rear corner hopped violently because the leaf spring was broken and the body sat hard on the rear axle. Maybe a walk in the woods was better.  The veterinarian used the walk to fill me in. Our black rubber boots were nearly silent on sand mixed with pine needles as we walked next to a rutted vehicle trail that looped around the perimeter of the island. The veterinarian started with background. "Pretty crazy place, huh? The government put a breeding colony of 1,400 rhesus macaques on this island in the 80's. It's more than self-sustaining because now there're about 3,000 of them. I say 'about' because they live free-range in dozens of social groups. There's no way to do a complete count when they roam freely over hundreds of acres. There are four corrals around the island, A, B, C and D. We do census in March, June, September and December. The island staff bait one of the corrals with fruit and biscuits for two days. Monkeys living in the area jump down into the corral for fruit and can't climb back out. Take today's census. 182 macaques jumped into Corral C. We treat that group as a sample from all the monkeys living on the island. Then we use statistics to estimate the total population." She looked up from the ground ahead to see if I followed. I nodded in understanding. "Ok, great. During the census today, the staff will inspect, weigh and measure each monkey that jumped into the corral. Every monkey with a chest tattoo has its own census chart in a binder where its weight and such are recorded each time it's captured. If a monkey doesn't have a tattoo, it means it's never been seen in the census. The animal gets a tattoo and a new census chart with its first weight, length, sex, age and health exam. When it's caught again in a future census, its information is recorded on the same chart. Get why it's called a census?" I got it. The official census in the United States worked sort of the same way. Every ten years, census takers go door to door in a neighborhood and record a bunch of information. Not every door, but enough to create a reliable sample. Experts then do the math to estimate the population of the neighborhood, the state and the whole country. I said as much to the veterinarian.  "Yes! Exactly! Now, I'm not involved because this is primatology stuff, but as I understand it, data we gather today is sent to Yemassee to be entered into the computer database. From that the population on the island gets estimated pretty accurately. Growth and especially replacement rate too, because animals are shipped out to supply federal research labs." I followed what she was saying, but had questions. I asked if the monkeys ever escaped from the island, and most important to me, why I was there.  "Escapes happen but they're rare. Macaques swim, but don't like to cross open water. They're often on the beach or in the marsh hunting for crabs. If they see something floating out in the water their curiosity means they might swim out to it. They've been spotted riding tangled up mats of marsh grass. One was spotted floating on a tree trunk that fell from the island in a storm."  The image of an adventurous monkey riding a floating log made me smile. That was one theory for how the remote Galapagos Islands were populated by tortoises and iguanas.  We walked past a big corral situated on the inland side of the vehicle trail. A big letter "D" was stenciled in black spray paint on the galvanized metal wall. A huge set of double doors stood open on one end. The corral was empty except for a few broken branches and a feeder stand. We were closer to our destination at Corral C. The veterinarian walked a bit faster while she explained my duties for the census.  "When the monkeys jump into the baited corral, they come from different family groups. The  monkeys today could be from five, six different troops. That means they're gonna fight. You're here to treat fight wounds. I'll check the animals for disease, teeth issues, joint problems, skin conditions and reproductive health. The rest of the crew will tattoo, weigh, measure and update census charts in the binders. If there aren't many fight wounds, you're gonna work the tattoo table. How's that sound?" That sounded intense but doable. Except for the tattoo part. I told her I knew nothing about tattoos. She smiled and reassured me that if I could stitch up three layers of tissue I could use a tattoo gun.  Now I understood why the head vet complimented my suture technique by telling me I was ready to go out to the island. I was going to be a field medic that morning. But one macaque at a time was one thing. 180 was quite another, especially with the time pressure I could sense building in the operation. The dull gray metal of another corral appeared through the trees ahead. So did a flurry of human activity. I inhaled sharply and felt my eyes grow wide in a surge of nervous anticipation.  **** Corral C stood on the southwest side of the island in an area dense with pine trees instead of the mix of oaks elsewhere. The trees were mature, two or more feet thick at the base. Their ramrod-straight trunks were spaced wide apart like columns in a giant warehouse. The trunks supported an interlocked roof of pine needles above. The ground was covered in a thick, uniform mat of fallen pine needles. The forest was shadowy and mysterious. A complete lack of underbrush indicated we would stay in the shade even when the sun was high overhead.   The low light combined with the sound-deadening effect of the pine forest made the scene next to the corral surreal. The island crew moved through the quiet, dim woods with a quick economy of motion, feet silent on the carpet of pine needles. They had just finished setting up the census equipment and were returning boxes and crates to the truck and trailer parked off to one side.  A single long table stretched between the tree trunks. The table was made of four foot by eight foot sheets of plywood laid across a row of tall sawhorses. The table stood above my waist, chest high on the shorter members of the crew. The veterinarian led me toward one end of the table.  Mobile exam lights were clamped to the end closest to us, off for now. 25 yards away at the opposite end of the table, a row of three ring binders stood upright like books on a shelf. Hanging scales were suspended from a metal bar mounted above the table next to a collection of measuring tapes and a stack of metal clipboards. Electric hair clippers and a half dozen ink-stained electric tattoo guns were plugged into a long industrial power strip in the middle of the table. A thick yellow extension cord ran from the power strip to portable generators off among the trees. The veterinarian stepped up to the section of table under the lights. It was covered in a sheet of translucent plastic. A crate held dozens of clipboards, each with a blank form. A wire mesh basket held two dozen 100 milliliter bottles of ketamine. Boxes of 50 milliliter syringes stood next to the basket. 50 milliliters was bigger than I was used to for injectables. The veterinarian checked over her section of the table and directed me to do the same the next section over.  "Ok Jeff, I'll do triage here under the lights, you'll be right next door treating fight wounds. If there's something you can't handle, or that needs both of us, I'll step over. I want you to make sure your table has all the supplies we use in the operating room back in Yemassee. You think anything's missing, you tell me."  My section held a neat arrangement of clinical supplies, already laid out by the island crew. Boxes of sterile surgical gloves in white paper wrappers. Squeeze bottles of iodine, alcohol and sterile water. A pile of blue and white absorbent pads. A deep stainless steel tray held scalpels, surgical scissors, clamps and forceps submerged in alcohol. Boxes of different kinds of individually-wrapped sutures, needle threaded and ready to go in each handy packet. Bottles of injectable antibiotics and one milliliter syringes. A dozen tubes of topical antibiotic ointment. Electric hair clippers plugged into the power strip the next section over. The island team didn't miss a thing as far as I could tell. In fact, I noticed there were many multiples of each item, more than could possibly be required. The redundancy held for the rest of the equipment. Six tattoo guns, two lights, two scales, two generators. We were a fifteen minute drive away from the base camp. An hour by boat and car from Yemassee. Census of 180 monkeys had to happen in four hours or less. Once we started, we couldn't afford to have something break. I shared my realization with the veterinarian who walked me through what was going to happen.  "Yeah, you got it. Once this train leaves the station it doesn't stop for any reason. Monkeys'll get run into the cages. You chemically restrain 'em two cages at a time. Once they're unconscious, the crew'll bring em over to me for triage and a health exam. You'll stitch up any fight wounds I find. We pass them to tattoo, then they get weighed, measured, and charted. I'll tell you when to anesthetize the next two cages. We don't stop until we're through all 182." I looked at the long table again. It made more sense. The table was an assembly line for the census process. Clinical evaluation under the lights at one end, then on to stitches, tattoos, weight, height, and record keeping at the other end.  "You focus first on anesthetizing monkeys when I tell you, second on treating any fight wounds. Fresh sterile gloves for every monkey, do your best to maintain a sterile field but we're out here in the woods so… be practical. There'll be a ton of activity around you, so don't get distracted. Ok, looks like it's go time."  I followed her gaze to where Jack stood next to Corral C. I'd barely noticed the corral while I took in the census assembly line. Next to Jack, one end of a long line of metal cages was bolted to the corral wall. The cages were attached end to end in a single row that extended about fifty yards from the hatch in the corral into the trees. Each rectangular cage was about two feet tall, eighteen inches wide, and three feet long. A pair of vertically-sliding metal doors at the junction between the cages stood open. With the doors between the cages lifted up into the open position, the row of cages formed a fifty yard long continuous tunnel, one end secured to the hatch into the corral, the other end closed off.  With a nod from Jack, Dianne pulled the starter cord on a generator. It roared to life with one pull and she walked back toward the census table. As the electricity began to flow, both exam lights came on. An electric hair trimmer buzzed and vibrated on the tattoo table, its switch stuck in the on position. I quickly stepped over and turned it off. The veterinarian and I readied ourselves by putting on blue rubber exam gloves. She told me to set up the ketamine.  "Fill a syringe so you're ready. Check the concentration on the bottle, should be 10 milligrams of ketamine in every milliliter. I know you know this, but we always cross check right? Dose at 10 milligrams of ketamine per kilogram of body weight. That means one milliliter of ketamine in the syringe for every kilogram the monkey weighs. No time to change needles between animals, administer multiple doses from the same syringe. Every macaque on the island has an identical serotype, they all carry the same viruses. Watch your technique, you don't want a needle stick all the way out here."  As I drew 40 milliliters of ketamine into each of two big syringes, Big Man walked to the closed-off end of the cage tunnel. He walked back toward the corral, double-checking the cage-to-cage connections. When he got to Jack, he looked at his watch, then over at the rest of us where we stood by our stations. He yelled over the noise of the generator. "Ok! Everybody ready?" I nodded and assumed the rest of the team did too because Big Man nodded at Jack. Jack reached down and grabbed a loop of rope on the hatch in the corral wall. He jerked it and the hatch slid straight up. Now there was an opening from the corral into the tunnel of cages. For a moment nothing happened. Then a single monkey shot through the hatch and ran down the cage tunnel at full speed.  Three heartbeats later, the remaining 181 monkeys streamed through the hatch in a continuous head-to-tail line. The hole in the side of the corral was their way out, they had no idea it led to confinement instead of the forest. The metal cages rattled from the force of this freight train of monkeys running as fast as they could down the tunnel. When the macaque leading the train reached the end of the line, he came to a stop next to the solitary monkey that ran out first. The rest piled up behind them, shoving them together into an awkward embrace. The momentum of the monkey train pressed the 182 macaques into a solid column of red fur, limbs, and angry faces. The rattle of metal on metal stopped as suddenly as it started. Jack pushed the hatch closed to cut off the possibility of retreat back into the corral. He and Big Man gently pushed the sliding doors closed at each junction between cages, sometimes giving quiet encouragement to the monkeys to "get out of the way." When they got to the end, the 182 monkeys were divided three or four at a time in each of the 50 cages. I looked over at the veterinarian at her station. She'd taken off her watch cap and tied her hair up. Her face was all business in the harsh white of the exam lights. She nodded back at me.  "Two cages. One milliliter per kilogram intramuscular. Go."  My hyper focus kicked in. I started to estimate weight and calculate doses as I walked over to the two cages at the end of the row. I was sure a small young female was three kilograms. That meant three milliliters. I uncapped the needle, pointed the syringe up and flicked it with an index finger. A bubble rose to the top. I pushed the plunger until the air bled out and a droplet of ketamine sparkled at the tip of the needle.  The female rhesus was squeezed into a cage with three others. She helpfully squirmed away to hide her vulnerable face and belly from me, so it was straightforward to inject three milliliters into the muscle of her thigh. Next was a medium sized male, nine kilograms. After injecting nine milliliters, the plunger was at 27. A smaller male looked to weigh seven kilograms so his dose of seven left 20. The fourth macaque in the cage was another young female. Four kilograms, four milliliters. I finished the first cage with 16 milliliters of ketamine left in my syringe. The three kilogram female, the first monkey I'd anesthetized, was already getting drowsy so I kept going through the second cage. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.  Somewhere behind me somebody yelled out the time.  "8:40! We have until 9:00!" It was Big Man over at the census table next to the scales. He called out the time I finished anesthetizing the first macaques. This let everyone know how much time we had to get them through the census process. Anthony, one of the crew from the boat appeared next to me. "Go on, head back and get ready. I'll watch 'em and bring them over when they're unconscious." Back at my fight wound station, I ran my eyes over the supplies one last time, plucked a packet of sterile surgical gloves out of the box and spread a blue and white pad on the table in front of me. Back at the cages Anthony unfastened two latches on the top edge of the cage and folded the whole side down. A random unconscious arm and a leg or two flopped out when the cage opened up. He gently picked up the little three kilogram female and carried her over to the veterinarian, then hustled back to shuttle the remaining macaques from cage to table. The vet did a thorough check for wounds and broken bones. Finding none, she proceeded with the health exam, jotting down quick notes about teeth, eyes and skin on a clipboard taken from the crate next to her. She raised her voice a bit to be heard over the generator. "Young adult female, no fight trauma, no tattoo." Someone, maybe Jack, took the clipboard and whisked the monkey away to the tattoo table. I heard a shaver start to buzz. The veterinarian was through the next monkey in a flash. This one already had a tattoo so was taken to the scales. The third monkey had been in a fight. "Young adult male, fresh laceration on right rear upper thigh, no health issues, no tattoo." She beckoned for me to come take the animal. I carried him to my table and gently laid him down on the pad. The wound on his rear thigh meant he'd been running away from a more aggressive male when he got it. It'd been about five minutes since I knocked him out, so I needed to move quickly. The laceration was new, through the top layer of skin, about an inch and a half long. A small amount of blood had just begun to clot at one end. I used my electric clippers to shave the hair away from the cut. I squirted iodine on the wound and the skin around it, then wiped it away with gauze. Next, I opened up the appropriate suture packet and set it next to the monkey.  Time to get mostly sterile. I put fresh surgical gloves on over my blue rubber exam gloves. I chose a pair of forceps from the metal tray full of alcohol and set about stitching up the wound. I don't remember the details of suturing, only that at the time I was proud of my ability to close a wound leaving only neat knots under the skin. The absorbable suture material would hold until the wound healed, then dissolve into the surrounding tissue. The macaque couldn't tear his stitches out. This was a big deal, since Monkey Island was no place for the cone of shame you see on a dog or cat. The wound wasn't deep or old enough to warrant injectable antibiotics, so I finished with a smear of topical ointment. The vet saw me strip off the surgical gloves.  "Good job Jeff. One down, but we gotta keep moving, I have another one here for you."  Someone from the tattoo table appeared and took  the young male to get his first ink. I put down a fresh absorbent pad and picked up my next patient from the veterinarian's table.  This one was in worse shape but would be ok. The wound was a deep tear with three flaps of skin instead of a simple laceration. It was on his left shoulder, which meant he faced his foe when it happened. The wound was older too, probably from a full two days ago when the corral was first baited. I had to shave away clumps of hair matted together by thick clots of blood before I could tell if there were signs of infection. Some of the tissue was dead, necrotic, so I used scissors to trim it away. The tear was wide at the surface, but had made a small hole in the deepest third layer of skin. I could see muscle and tendons through the opening. I used different kinds of sutures to close each of the three layers, starting with the deepest subcutaneous and working my way back up.  By the time I finished stitching up the monkey with the bad tear in his shoulder, two more were in line behind it. The veterinarian joined me at my station and we took care of those two together. Half of the initial eight monkeys had fight wounds. If that kept up it was going to be a long day. As it turned out, less than a quarter had some sort of wound, none of them worse than the tear I'd just treated and most required only a few stitches. Thankfully no broken bones. Still, that was forty macaques, so the rest of the morning was a blur of ketamine injections and wound closures.  A couple of times the action slowed enough for me to step over to the tattoo table. I wasn't qualified to give a young monkey its first chest tattoo, but they let me freshen up the faded letters and numbers on older animals. I shaved away the soft hair and disinfected the monkey's skin with alcohol. The tattoo guns seemed ancient, but they all worked. A small electromagnet vibrated a needle up and down in a guide. I dipped the tip of the gun in black ink then gently ran the buzzing needle over the skin and wiped away the small amount of blood that rose to the surface. It was harder than it looked. The unconscious monkeys seemed to always be in an awkward position. Their elastic skin moved around easily. I don't know how many tattoos I made better, but I didn't make any worse. A few years later I got my own first tattoo. The artist used exactly the same equipment and procedure we used on Monkey Island. The five person island crew took turns doing all the jobs. They busily weighed each monkey, measured bodies, arms and legs. They noted evidence of recent pregnancy. The sexual maturity of young monkeys was observed and logged. Whoever was doing the measurements calmly called out a constant stream of information to record keepers who listened and wrote it down on the correct chart. Every macaque went through the census process in less than twenty minutes. That meant they still had some time to sleep off their chemical restraint before rejoining the family group they left when they jumped into the corral for a banana days before.  When a macaque had been through the entire process, it was still unconscious from the ketamine. Or at least in the immobile and dissociated state ketamine causes. The animal was carried out into the forest and laid gently on its side in a warm spot of sunshine. Still close enough to keep an eye on, but far enough away from the census table so they wouldn't freak out when they woke up. Since the animals were in a vulnerable state, each monkey was placed a safe distance away from other macaques also recovering from anesthesia. At the peak, there must've been forty monkeys spread across the soft pine needles of the forest floor. I did my best not to anthropomorphize the macaques in my time with them. I followed the policy against seeing them as primate relatives. My colleagues had a harder time keeping their emotional distance. Animal care and more so behavioral care technicians interacted with the macaques when they were more endearing. Hungry. Curious. Nurturing. Annoyed. Caring. Playful. I was a veterinary technician. We interacted with the macaques when they were defensive or aggressive. When their behavior was closer to what you think of as 'wild animal.' It was easier for me to see them that way.  But the one time I felt kinship with my fellow primate? When I watched them wake up from anesthesia in the forest. It was quite the scene. A young male monkey, let's call him Chad, slept peacefully on his right side on a bed of soft pine needles in a spot of warm sunlight. Chad was big for his age and his muscular arms and legs had been arranged gently to one side. His head rested at a comfortable angle, though his mouth was open and his tongue drooped out. He was perfectly still for many minutes, as if he would sleep forever. Then movement. A leg extended slowly, almost a stretch. An arm pulled in and curled against his chest. After a moment, Chad lifted his head an inch off the ground, eyes closed, tongue still out, then laid it back down. Head back up, this time mouth closed and eyes half open as he became aware of his situation. Chad lifted his head higher and opened his eyes all the way. He pulled his arm under him to push himself up. His head and torso wobbled unsteadily, propped on that arm. A groggy expression of surprise came over Chad's face as if he had no idea where he was or how he got there. His eyes rolled from side to side.  After a long moment propped on one arm, Chad shifted his weight onto his butt. Monkeys usually sit on their haunches with their legs gathered underneath, so he looked silly with his legs splayed out to the sides. He planted his other arm and clumsily pulled one leg at a time underneath his butt, still supporting himself with his arms planted on the ground. Chad stayed in this 'dude where am I' position for a while as the fog wore off. His expression drifted between drugged, confused and a grimace of distaste from his dry mouth.  When he picked his hands up off the ground and could balance upright, Chad started to come around cognitively. He could take in his surroundings, though still he still wobbled unsteadily at times. His face took on a very clear 'where the hell am I and how did I get here?' expression. The ketamine wore off faster now. Chad looked down at his chest where it stung from the tattoo gun. His face grew concerned as he lifted a hand to touch his fresh ink.  Chad looked up with a pained almost regretful expression as he processed the fact he had a new tattoo. His hand went from his chest up to his left shoulder. He turned his head to peer down at fresh stitches in a two inch laceration. Chad seemed less puzzled about the fight wound than the tattoo. At this point the acute effects had faded. Chad wasn't wobbling any more, at least while he remained seated. He looked around again, this time he noticed the half dozen other unconscious monkeys nearby. His eyes grew wide. That was not good. At all. Time to get out of there. Chad lurched up on all fours. The sudden transition to vertical caused him to sway left, then right.  He evened out, and after one last look back at his unconscious cousins, Chad walked off into the forest with a hangover, fresh stitches, and a new tattoo.  ***** Find out what happened next in the full book Monkey Farm: A Summer Among the Macaques!        

Phoebe Gates is in trouble, for real. Rob Reiner's son pleads not guilty. A random story out of nowhere: Celebrities' craziest fan encounters. Dolly Parton wasn't asking people to bring babies named Jolene to her door step, but someone got confused. Sarah has a great story about being naked. Did you feel that earthquake?! After more than a decade, the Bumble dating app is changing its key feature. Dogs are a chick magnet. Sarah reveals her hatred of Yelp, Matty shows us his Bumble, and Vinnie tells us the weirdest county fair traditions.

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Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield has become a classic. Bob is recommending a RomCom set in SF. Carrie Underwood is back for another year of Sunday Night Football. Pete Davidson has been spotted with another hot woman. Tom Cruise's daughter has dumped the Cruise name. Has she been hanging out with Brad Pitt's kids? Female cyclists are stuffing their bras. The new season of Ted Lasso has dropped. Marketing is a powerful thing. Today's gimmick: A magical t-shirt that can handle your messy lifestyle.

Trevor Loudon Reports – After the 2024 election, Seed the Vote advertised on Facebook for ballot-curing teams in California. Three Republican House seats flipped in the following months. Konnech, an elections vendor, was caught storing two million poll-worker records on Chinese servers; a Soros-backed prosecutor later dropped the case. Dominion previously allowed foreign workers...

Trevor Loudon Reports – After the 2024 election, Seed the Vote advertised on Facebook for ballot-curing teams in California. Three Republican House seats flipped in the following months. Konnech, an elections vendor, was caught storing two million poll-worker records on Chinese servers; a Soros-backed prosecutor later dropped the case. Dominion previously allowed foreign workers...

THURSDAY HR 1 Russ shares his adventure yesterday before our teacher appreciation party. How he was at Beef King and then drove mile down the road to eat in this empty parking lot. We recap The Monsters Teacher Appreciation Party, at Johnny's Other Side. Ozzy, haunted house at Universal.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Everything is a spoiler-heavy podcast. We talk about all aspects of whatever we are discussing and do not announce or avoid spoilers in any way.In this episode of Everything Justin and Keith talk about Christopher Nolan's new movie, The Odyssey.Music by Johnny Hawaii.

Most e-commerce brands are chasing AI the wrong way. They're publishing AI-generated blogs. Stuffing their sites with keywords. Obsessing over prompts. And wondering why nothing changes. Meanwhile, some brands are quietly growing their organic revenue by 30-40% year over year without relying on hacks or chasing the latest AI trend. The difference? They understand that AI hasn't replaced SEO. It's changed how people discover businesses. In this episode, Colin Ma breaks down the exact playbook he's using to grow established e-commerce brands through the combination of traditional SEO and Answer Engine Optimization (AEO). He explains why real customer questions are now one of the biggest competitive advantages, how a simple change to your collection pages can unlock entirely new traffic, and why optimizing your Google Merchant Center feed can drive thousands of additional clicks, often in just a couple of months. But the conversation goes well beyond rankings. Colin also shares how AI has completely transformed his workflow, allowing him to produce the work of an entire agency without sacrificing quality. From using Claude to analyze thousands of customer emails in minutes to building SEO assets that once took weeks, he reveals where AI actually creates leverage and where trusting it blindly can become an expensive mistake. If you're running an e-commerce brand, buying online businesses, or trying to figure out what SEO looks like in the AI era, this episode is packed with practical strategies you can apply immediately.

Phia, the shopping startup founded by Bill Gates' daughter, Phoebe, and her friend, Sophia Kianni, is under fire for a practice known as “cookie stuffing,” which helped the product receive commissions and credit for sales it did not actually generate, per a Bloomberg investigation. Also, Lyzr, a startup that builds AI agents for enterprises, used its own AI agent to raise a $100 million round — proof, evidently, that the product actually works. Plus, the new startup raised $300 million co-led by ARCH Venture Partners, Spark Capital, and Khosla Ventures. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

My younger brother Zac Barrett joined the show to talk about his goal of qualifying for the Boston Marathon and the journey it is taking him on. Also we discussed importance of an active lifestyle, shared some running stories like family runs earning that Thanksgiving dinner such as the Huffing for Stuffing in Bozeman. Tune it to hear the full story and hopefully get inspired. Please like and subscribe to support the channel. Cheers!

Listener Wes has a Scotland-based observation about whether baked potatoes are stuffed or dressed. Seems straightforward, innit? John Siracusa and Jason Snell.

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With inflation at the highest it's been in 45 years, it's no wonder people are looking for ways to manage their money more effectively. And the trend we're talking about today has really taken off on Tiktok since the start of the year. The #cashstuffing hashtag had already reached 1 billion views on the platform at the time of recording. There's actually nothing new about cash stuffing; in many ways it's as if we were going back in time a few decades to when bank cards didn't exist. It consists of allocating a certain amount of money to an expenditure category, like groceries for example. How does it work then? Does it actually work then? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions! To listen to the last episodes, you can click here: ⁠⁠How much do surrogate mothers get paid?⁠⁠ ⁠⁠What is the Barnum effect?⁠⁠ ⁠⁠How to spot, prevent and treat heatstroke ?⁠⁠ A podcast written and realised by Joseph Chance. First broadcast: 03/05/2023 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us Fan MailMaster the 5 Phases of Amazon SEO to outrank competitors in the new AI-driven era.Amazon's ranking algorithm has shifted from simple keyword stuffing to "Buyer Intent" and AI-driven questions. In this masterclass, We break down our proven 4-phase SEO framework and introduce the unofficial Phase 5: Intent & AI Prompting. Learn how to optimize your listing for Rufus, Amazon's new AI shopping assistant, and why your A+ content is now your secret weapon for indexing.Get better sales and grow your brand with My Amazon Guy: https://bit.ly/4jMZtxu#AmazonSEO #AmazonSellers #AmazonFBA #AmazonListingOptimization #AmazonRufusWant free resources? Dowload our Free Amazon guides here:Amazon Receiving Delay Guide: https://hubs.ly/Q04cdD4c0Amazon Catalog Spring Cleaning: https://hubs.ly/Q046BVfp0Amazon Proft Margin Defense 2026: https://hubs.ly/Q042trRH0Amazon SEO Toolkit 2026: https://bit.ly/4oC2ClTAmazon Seller Strategy Report 2026: https://bit.ly/3YN1RME2026 Ecommerce Website & SEO Readiness Checklist: https://hubs.ly/Q04btghf0Amazon 2026 PPC guide: https://bit.ly/4lF0OYXTimestamps00:00 - The Problem: Why it's harder to scale organic sales01:32 - The 4-Phase SEO Approach (Overview)03:26 - Phase 5: AI, Rufus, and Question-Based Shopping04:56 - Stop the Stuffing: New Title & Bullet Point Rules11:13 - Using A+ Content & FAQ for AI Indexing19:19 - How to incorporate 100+ keywords without penalties29:00 - Ranking vs. Indexing: What's the difference in 2026?32:44 - The "Strike Zone" Strategy: Moving from Page 2 to Page 1-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Follow us:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/28605816/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/stevenpopemag/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/myamazonguys/Twitter: https://twitter.com/myamazonguySubscribe to the My Amazon Guy podcast: https://podcast.myamazonguy.comApple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/my-amazon-guy/id1501974229Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4A5ASHGGfr6s4wWNQIqyVwSupport the show

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Most leaders treat anxiety like a problem to eliminate. What if it's actually your sharpest strategic tool and you've just been using it wrong? In today's episode, Lauren covers: Why anxiety gets louder the more you ignore it and what it's actually trying to tell you The difference between fear and excitement (hint: it's one breath) PQ reps: the micro-practice that trains your nervous system to stay regulated under pressure How to use anxiety as a risk management tool, not a liability

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Danny Lynch, Chef at Le Chéile in Barefield was live in-studio on Thursday's Morning Focus for Taste of the Week. This week, Danny introduced us to Roast Chicken Crown Stuffing & Ham which is a very familiar but delicious dinner.

Hey there, you filthy, beautiful listeners… Welcome back to Nikky After Dark, the only place where your darkest, most anonymous confessions come to life. I'm your host Nikky, and tonight we are serving pure, unfiltered heat. Here are three short, mouth-watering teasers of the confessions you'll hear in this episode:First: A quick elevator ride with your hot neighbor turns into flashing your tits, getting your nipples sucked, and ending up bent over in his storage cage getting fucked raw and filled with his cum… all before you even learn his name. (stranger creampie, anonymous public sex)Second: An innocent, flat-chested ginger Catholic schoolgirl raised in the ultra-strict Fraternité Sacerdotale Saint-Pie-X hears her flatmates fucking through the walls… and finally gives in, rubbing her virgin pussy for the first time while shame and lust battle it out. (Catholic schoolgirl, religious guilt, virgin awakening)Third: You wake up with a hard cock already pounding you from behind, grinding back like a desperate little slut… only to open your eyes and realize you're sandwiched between two men who spent the whole night using you and are now double-penetrating your dripping pussy while you're still half-asleep. (morning DP, double penetration, wake-up creampie)Join us over on Discord: https://discord.gg/uqqxsCSDfw Support Nikky:Patreon: Unlock exclusive confessions, bonus thoughts, extended Q&As, and early access at Patreon.com/DearNikky. Join the inner circle for extra spice!Nectar.ai: Explore your wildest fantasies with immersive AI experiences at Nectar.ai. Perfect for Frisky Friday fans craving more.Featured Release: Dear Nikky: Sex Confessions From People Just Like You is out now! Dive deeper into the raw, unfiltered stories you love. Contact:Email: Nikky@dearnikky.comWebsite: DearNikky.com/confessionsSocials: Twitter (@DNikky162), Instagram (@DNikky162), Facebook (@DearNikky)Content Warning: This episode contains explicit sexual content, including graphic descriptions of consensual adult sex, creampies, bareback sex, public/stranger encounters, religious guilt & awakening themes, double penetration, breeding/impregnation fantasy, group play, and more. All stories depict enthusiastic consent between adults 18+. Listener discretion advised. This podcast is strictly for 18+ audiences only. Submissions are fictionalized erotic stories. We do not air content involving bestiality, incest, underage role-play, rape, non-consensual acts, or racial slurs. Get Involved:Submit Your Story: Got a secret fantasy or steamy confession? Write to Nikky at Nikky@dearnikky.com or submit anonymously at DearNikky.com/confessions. By submitting, you certify you're 18+, the sole creator, and that your story contains no prohibited themes.Say Hello: Email Nikky@dearnikky.com or connect on socials (@DNikky162).Support the Show: Leave a review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or your favorite platform. Your support keeps the heat coming!Thank you for listening. Stay wet, stay curious, stay brave. See you next time on Nikky After Dark. ❤️Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dear-nikky-hidden-desires--6316414/support.

Google just changed the rules of search again, and this time it's not about beating competitors with better keywords. It's about whether Google AI Mode decides your site is trustworthy enough to cite while it answers the question for the user. I walk through what AI Mode looks like, why it's showing up now, and how AI-powered search is shifting attention away from the classic list of links and toward synthesized, conversational results with citations.We dig into the practical impact: more zero-click searches, fewer traditional organic clicks, and analytics that can suddenly look “worse” even when your brand is still influencing decisions. I explain query fan out in plain language and why it rewards businesses that publish clear, self-contained answers instead of fluffy pages designed only to rank. If you're local, we also talk about why your Google Business Profile becomes even more valuable as Google leans harder on its own trusted data sources.Then we get tactical. I cover EEAT and what “experience, expertise, authority, and trust” look like when an AI model is deciding what to quote. We talk structured data and schema markup, including FAQ-style formatting that makes it easy for AI to extract direct answers. I also push back on the trap of building everything to please Google alone, and share why a customer-facing custom GPT on your website can help you serve buyers across ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, and beyond. If you want to stay visible as AI search takes over, subscribe, share this with a business owner, and leave a quick review with your biggest question about Google AI Mode.Support the show

C'est une tendance qui permet de faire des économies et qui eu un regain d'intérêt sur TikTok depuis janvier 2023. Et pourtant, rien de nouveau : si vous avez déjà vu des sous dans de grandes enveloppes, celles-ci marquent leur retour sous un nouveau jour. Ainsi, la méthode du cash stuffing fait des émules à l'heure de faire des économies. En français, on traduit ce concept par la méthode de l'enveloppe budgétaire.  Et comment ça fonctionne alors ? Est-ce que ça fonctionne ? Écoutez la suite de cet épisode de "Maintenant vous savez". Un podcast Bababam Originals, écrit et réalisé par Johanna Cincinatis. Première diffusion : 20 avril 2023 À écouter aussi : ⁠⁠Qu'est-ce que le syndrome de la vision artificielle, qui touche de plus en plus de monde ?⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Pourquoi Disney devient-il impopulaire ?⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Pourquoi les fauteuils au cinéma sont-ils rouges ?⁠⁠ Retrouvez tous les épisodes de ⁠⁠"Maintenant vous savez".⁠⁠ Suivez Bababam sur ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

-The Federal Communications Commission has released a notice today designating any consumer routers manufactured outside the US as a security risk. -This potential ad revenue from Apple's Map App could seriously bolster Apple's services business, which currently generates $100 billion a year for the company. This division accounts for around 25 percent of annual revenue but faces challenges in both the short-term and long-term -The drone delivery startup has been rapidly expanding to metro areas across the US, but is now targeting the tech-friendly Silicon Valley region. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

“Craig Carton and Chris McMonigle dive into one of the wildest cheating scandals in sports history! Curtis Lee Daniels tried to cheat a massive fishing tournament by stuffing fish with weights and smaller fish and now faces up to TEN YEARS in prison. Plus, we break down the controversial moments at Yankee Stadium, Mookie Betts, and jaw-dropping WBC insights.

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Watching Amazon Prime while the Iranians burn. Stuffing our mouths with cheesysugarbacon while the sky turns black over Tehran. Laughing without smiling. Laughing with full mouths and empty eyes while their water mixes with oil and blood. "Hoho this will hurt Trump in the midterms" the liberal chortles, masturbating furiously while ruined parents pull ruined schoolbags out of ruined schools. Frolicking on lawns with hamburgers in both fists doing patchouli tai chi in clothes made by slaves as black rain waters gardens of severed limbs and blown-out eyeballs. This is our culture. This is our religion. Praying to Pornhub while children scream, telling ourselves it will all be worth it when Iranian women can do OnlyFans to pay for boob jobs and butt lifts and go to Capitalist Heaven when they die. Jizzing Taco Bells and bail bonds firms all over the global south, our bellies full of the flesh of children, our veins full of plastic and our mouths full of Lexapro, dancing at the ballroom covered in blood and brains, gyrating to AI-generated music cranked up to maximum volume to hide the sounds of the explosions and the gasps of our dying souls. Oh I'm sorry, am I bumming you out? Have a hamburger and a Xanax. Everything's fine. This is all normal. Let's pick the bits of skull and teeth from our hair and go party. Reading by Tim Foley.

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Trigger warning: Epstein and power addiction (to skip graphic discussion, please go to 17:45). Do you recognize this cycle: Conflict, huffiness, a period of no contact,  maybe a half-assed apology, an attitude of “water under the bridge” / never speak of this again, and lingering resentments that haunts? If so, this episode is for you, whether you are from the Midwest or not. Please go to UntoxicatedSurvey.org to better understand the impact of alcohol and/or emotional abuse on you and your family. Whether you are the drinker or the partner, whether you feel a lack of emotional safety or don't really know what that means, we can help you feel supported. Take the survey. You've got this, and we've got you.

Wanna go, Kelly also stuffed for our Olympics.

Are you tired of arguing with your partner over the same issues — or feeling frustrated, unheard, or disconnected? In this episode, we dive into why stuffing your feelings fuels conflict and what you can do instead. You'll learn why ignoring your emotions or pushing them aside may feel easier in the moment but actually costs you time, energy, and connection. We explore a practical approach using Nonviolent Communication (NVC) to notice your feelings, identify your needs, and respond in ways that keep connection alive — even in the middle of tension. Plus, you'll get a simple practice to try this week and access to free feelings and needs lists to help make your conversations more effective and connecting. Stop letting unspoken feelings drive your arguments — start noticing, naming, and transforming them into real connection. Links & Resources Named in Episode 44: Free Feelings & Needs Lists: alimillercoaching.com/feelingsandneeds Learn more about private coaching: alimillercoaching.com/stopfighting   Connect with your host, Ali Miller: Training + Coaching Explore my 9-week private coaching program for couples: Stop Fighting! (without stuffing your feelings or sacrificing your needs): https://www.alimillercoaching.com/stopfighting Free Resources Feelings & Needs Cheatsheets: https://www.alimillercoaching.com/feelingsandneeds Free Mini-Course: The 4 Steps to Stop Any Fight Without Giving In https://www.alimillercoaching.com/freeminicourse Connect with Ali Instagram: @alimillercoaching Free Private Facebook Group: NVC for Couples https://www.facebook.com/groups/nvcforcouples Email: ali@alimillercoaching.com Website: https://www.alimillercoaching.com

#320. It's snack time, folks! You thought sandwiches and egg rolls were perfectly fine the way they were. And they are. But why not make them more fork friendly? It worked for burritos! Maybe the crab rangoon burrito will become so popular that it evolves again into a bowl and then we'll have a spoonable burrito! Just ask for extra crab. It may be a little spendy, but then again, so is Dillon sometimes. After the break we switch gears and talk about food. Sandwiches are loved across the nation, but the menu differs a bit from region to region We discuss and sometimes question the sources of our research. We end with a little streaming and an honorable mention to a football post-season that's been better than most for most of us fans. Let us know about your sandwich trends via the LinkTree below! Until next time, be kind to each other.FTM Merch! - https://www.teepublic.com/user/fromthemiddleLinkTree - https://linktr.ee/fromthemidpodVOICE MAIL! Comment, ask a question, suggest topics - (614) 383-8412Artius Man - https://artiusman.com use discount code "themiddle"

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Text usToday's holiday special is a long-form, winter-drenched marathon of storytelling, packed tight with new music, guest voices, and enough raffles to make Santa question his business model. This episode features a full slate of eerie tales pulled from the stranger corners of Reddit, shaped and sharpened under the pen of Mickie Eberz, whose script turns online folklore into something far colder and far more immersive. In studio, guest host Sam Stoutman returns to lend his steady presence to the chaos, joining main host Spring Heeled Jack for an episode that feels equal parts festive and unsettling—the perfect seasonal blend for listeners who prefer their Christmas lights flickering for reasons nobody can explain. Empress provides a suite of new holiday-adjacent tracks throughout the night, a mix of shimmering instrumentals and atmospheric pieces that set the tone for the stories ahead. The evening closes with their original song “Stuff My Stocking,” a decidedly unwholesome capstone to an already unpredictable special. With new stories, new music, and unexpected twists, this holiday episode stands as one of the most ambitious productions of the season.I'm convinced that nobody reads these summaries except for the Spotify AI pre screening bots. Spotify sucks ass. It's a dog shit platform, and I hope it fails. Slobber upon it you ghouls.CreditsScript written by Mickie EberzMusic written and recorded by EmpressProduced by Mickie Eberz and Spring Heeled JackGuest Host: Sam StoutmanMain Host: Spring Heeled JackClosing Song: “Stuff My Stocking” by EmpressSupport the showDemented Darkness https://open.spotify.com/show/2ausD083OiTmVycCKpapQ8Dark Side of the Nerd https://open.spotify.com/show/6cwN3N3iifSVbddNRsXRTuFoxhound43 https://rumble.com/user/Foxhound43

"If I tell you what happens, it won't happen..." - Dr. StrangeIn this episode we talk:Recognizing digital noise and how constant opinions, trends, and pressure can drown out your own voice.Reconnecting with your North Star - your values, your purpose, and the deeper “why” that guides your choices.Designing a soul-driven lifestyle that works for you, so your presence flows from values, energy, and rhythms, not burnout.and SO much more...Follow Madison: @madisoncicconeWork with Madison 1 x1: https://stan.store/MadisonCicconeMadison's Website: https://madisonciccone.com/Buy the Gratitude Journal on Amazon PrimeRide with her at SoulCycle in Boston

Pete Bonavita fills in for Tony on this special Thanksgiving episode. I say something Daniel can barely recover from regarding the garage and we learn about your favorite and least favorite Thanksgiving dishes. Plus we attended a 90s party and Daniel has an epic HGFY. Plus we did a round of JMOE, HGFY and Podcast Pals Product Picks. Get yourself some new ARIYNBF merch here: https://alison-rosen-shop.fourthwall.com/ Subscribe to my Substack: http://alisonrosen.substack.com Podcast Palz Product Picks: https://www.amazon.com/shop/alisonrosen/list/2CS1QRYTRP6ER?ref_=cm_sw_r_cp_ud_aipsflist_aipsfalisonrosen_0K0AJFYP84PF1Z61QW2H Products I Use/Recommend/Love: http://amazon.com/shop/alisonrosen Check us out on Patreon: http://patreon.com/alisonrosen   Buy Alison's Fifth Anniversary Edition Book (with new material): Tropical Attire Encouraged (and Other Phrases That Scare Me) https://amzn.to/2JuOqcd You probably need to buy the HGFY ringtone! https://www.alisonrosen.com/store/ Try Amazon Prime Free 30 Day Trial

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Thanksgiving's main course is served in Dallas. With both teams desperately needing wins, our crew breaks down the various ways Matt Eberflus and the Cowboys defense can send the Chiefs home stuffed with a loss! Micah Parsons chased Jared Goff around in week 1 like a wild turkey! 12 weeks later, they meet again in a pivotal divisional matchup. Will this be a repeat of the week 1 blowout, or can the Lions put themselves back in playoff position? Caleb Williams stock is rising faster than your Thanksgiving cornbread! Can he keep the Bears momentum alive with a massive win over the defending champion Eagles? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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It's Thanksgiving week, which means two things: delicious food and at least one unhinged opinion... or several. Here's the deal, the estrogen has left my body and my perimenopause is gonna tell it like it is. Penn and I dive headfirst into all things turkey season, like why I start Christmas music in November, whether turkey is actually just a gravy delivery system, and why perimenopause isn't so bad.We revisit the USPS uniform - thanks to an absolutely iconic voicemail from a mail carrier named Andy. (Do we need Ralph Lauren and Glen Powell to step in? I think so.) Add in a little not-sponsored peanut brittle, Penn revealing he's a thigh guy, and one dramatic gas company saga where we got gaslit - and you've got yourself quite the holiday special.Whether you're prepping mashed potatoes, sitting in traffic, or hiding from your family in a guest room—come hang out with us. I even share my favorite Thanksgiving table conversation starters. (There are some below if you're looking for topics!) We love to hear from you, leave us a message at 323-364-3929 or write the show at podcast@theholdernessfamily.com. You can also watch our podcast on YouTube.Get Uncle Rusty's Peanut Brittle Questions for Thanksgiving:1. If you started a rock band, what would your name be?2. Did you ever want to change your first name?3. Have you ever had a psychic reading? Was it accurate?4. If you could meet one fictional character, who would it be?5. What was your proudest moment from this past year?6. What was your worst haircut/hairstyle of all time?7. What's the strangest date you've ever been on?8. What's your personal anthem or theme song?9. Are there any chores you secretly enjoy?10. What is the trashiest TV show that you love?11. What is your favorite charity?Visit Our ShopJoin Our NewsletterFind us on SubstackFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTok Follow us on FacebookLaugh Lines with Kim & Penn Holderness is an evolution of The Holderness Family Podcast, which began in 2018. Kim and Penn Holderness are award-winning online content creators known for their original music, song parodies, comedy sketches, and weekly podcasts. Their videos have resulted in over two billion views and over nine million followers since 2013. Penn and Kim are also authors of the New York Times Bestselling Books, ADHD Is Awesome: A Guide To (Mostly) Thriving With ADHD and All You Can Be With ADHD. They were also winners on The Amazing Race (Season 33) on CBS. Laugh Lines is hosted and executive produced by Kim Holderness and Penn Holderness, with original music by Penn Holderness. Laugh Lines is also written and produced by Ann Marie Taepke, and edited and produced by Sam Allen. It is hosted by Acast. Thanks for listening! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We're back with a Thanksgiving special! Samin has a cold, and a cold-pressed juicer, but Hrishi's got some mildly spicy jokes (which is why we have our first ever explicit-ish language warning). For this episode, we're finding new ways to honor old Thanksgiving traditions. But one thing is true forever: kids just eat rolls.For recipes, Home Cooking merch, and a transcript of this episode, visit homecooking.show.

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1. ‘Wicked' hunk Jonathan Bailey is People magazine's ‘Sexiest Man Alive' (Page Six) (22:23) 2. David Beckham knighted by King Charles as Victoria Beckham gets a posh new name, too (Page Six) (29:03) 3. Hollywood has ‘soured' on Prince Harry and Meghan Markle (Page Six) (34:14) 4. Oreo Unveils Thanksgiving Dinner Cookies with Turkey & Stuffing and Creamed Corn Flavors (PEOPLE) (46:31) 5. Danielle Fishel's ‘Boy Meets World' co-stars think ‘DWTS' judges have ‘personal vendetta' against her (Page Six) (50:35) The Toast with Claudia Oshry (@girlwithnojob) and Ben Soffer (@boywithnojob) ⁠⁠⁠The Toast Patreon ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Toast Merch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Girl With No Job by Claudia Oshry⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Camper & The Counselor⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Lean In⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Steven Rinella talks with Rey Macias and Ace Alexander of Bischoff's The Animal Kingdom, Randall Williams, Seth Morris, Phil Taylor, and Corinne Schneider. Topics Discussed: How much folks love their pets; buying a taxidermy business when you've never done taxidermy before; MeatEater's very own American Buffalo jerky and snack sticks coming on 8/11; more on stolen valor and taxidermy; the films and shows that Rey and Ace have contributed to; the Frenchie and its heart; playing counselor; freeze drying and aquamation; and more. Connect with Steve and The MeatEater Podcast Network Steve on Instagram and Twitter MeatEater on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and YoutubeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.