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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

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The results are in! Last night Axe and Murphy were joined by the indefatigable chronicler of American politics, Jonathan Martin of Politico. The bleary-eyed Hacks stayed up to unpack the election results, the story the margins told, voter turnout, indicators for the midterms, redistricting, Dick Cheney's legacy, and so much more! Photo by CHARLY TRIBALLEAU/AFP via Getty Images Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Halloween season means it's time for The Joy Cinema's Annual Scare-A-Thon! Five movies! One amazing theater! Tons of fun! Special thanks to Jeff and Dominique for covering this amazing event. Plus Mark Matzke's Beta Capsule Review (Ultraman Taro)! Voicemail: (360) 524-2484‬ Email: monsterkidradio@gmail.com Deth Designs - https://dethdesigns.bigcartel.com/ Monster Kid Radio on Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/c/monsterkidradio Monster Kid Radio on Twitch! - https://www.twitch.tv/monsterkidradio Monster Kid Radio on YouTube - http://youtube.com/monsterkidradio Follow Mark Matzke Small Town Monsters - https://www.smalltownmonsters.com Follow Jeff PolierPodcascadia - https://www.podcascadia.com/ Follow Dominique LammsiesHouse of Silent Graves - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61550939139934 Follow The Joy CinemaThe Joy Cinema and Pub - https://thejoycinema.com/index.html Classic Horror Film Board - https://classichorrorfilmboard.com/ Executive Producer - https://www.podcascadia.com/ "Ghoul Tide Ride" (Dark Side of the Ride) provided courtesy of Underwater Bosses https://underwaterbosses.bandcamp.com/ Bride of Monster Kid Radio is a Team Deth Production. All original content of Bride of Monster Kid Radio is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 4.0 International License. You can learn more about Team Deth, our other projects like Deth Merchant, Mail Order Zombie, Deth Writer, and more at www.teamdeth.com. Please rate and review Monster Kid Radio wherever you download your favorite podcasts. Next time on Bride of Monster Kid Radio: Follow us on Patreon to find out!

We set aside some time during the Bomb-a-thon to deliver you a delerium filled Bombcast where we chat about Pokemon Legends: Z-A, the AYN Thor, and other stuff that's popped off during the 24 Hour Stream.

Earth's Mightiest Critics get "Stuckmannized" with a roundtable review of Shelby Oaks!OG YouTube film critic Chris Stuckmann makes his feature debut with a horror movie about a woman's desperate search for her long-lost sister. The quest becomes an obsession upon realizing that the imaginary demon from their childhood may have been real.The film debuted at 2024's Fantasia International Film Fest and, after some retooling under the guidance of horror producer extraordinaire, Mike Flanagan (The Haunting of Hill House, Doctor Sleep, The Life of Chuck), Shelby Oaks recently opened in wide release under the Neon banner.How does this found footage-inspired throwback play in the modern horror marketplace? Is there more merit to Shelby Oaks than the novelty of its creator's journey from online critic to studio-backed artiste? Most important of all: is it scary?Join us as we determine if Shelby Oaks is the hottest piece of undiscovered cinema real estate around--or if genre fans should gun it past the exit.We also take your questions, comments, and SuperChats!As part of Scare-a-Thon 2025, this episode will benefit the International Rescue Committee, so please share with your fiends and family--and get involved with IRC here!Support Kicking the Seat on Patreon, subscribe to us on YouTube, and follow us at:XLetterboxdInstagramFacebookShow LinksWatch the Shelby Oaks (2025) trailer.Speaking of Horror 101 w/ Dr. AC, this week's profile of horror podcasters features...Ian! Catch it here!Ian also joined Mike Crowley on the YPA Reviews podcast to discuss "Movies That Make us Grateful"!Cati recently stopped by the CinemaJaw Podcast to talk about the "Best Horror Movies of the 2000's". Check it out!And as mentioned in the show, Cati just got back from some INCREDIBLE horror conventions. Learn more about them and mark your calendars for 2026!Nightmares Film Festival Telluride Horror ShowAnd if you're in Chicago on Wednesday, November 12, swing by the Davis Theatre to see Cati's performance in the short film "Script Tease"--as part of the Windy City Film Fest!Support all of Earth's Mightiest Critics at their various outlets:Keep up with Jeff York's criticism and caricatures at The Establishing Shot and Pipeline Artists.Check out Mark "The Movie Man" Krawczyk's The Spoiler Room Podcast.Get seated with The Blonde in Front!Follow David Fowlie's film criticism at Keeping It Reel.Get educated with Don Shanahan at Every Movie Has a Lesson…...And Film Obsessive...and the Cinephile Hissy Fit Podcast.Keep up with Annie Banks at The Mary Sue....and We Got This Covered.Make Nice with Mike Crowley of You'll Probably Agree.And save your celluloid soul with Dave Canfield's Substack, "Creature Feature Preacher".

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Toni and Joe discuss fashion, gaming, and news & the Doctor Who episodes The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords. If you’re interested in being a Friend of Rassilon, click here. Download • YouTube • RSS • Patreon • iTunes • Google Play • ESO Network The post The Watch-A-Thon of Rassilon: Episode 192: The Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords (Wump It Up!) appeared first on The ESO Network.

Spoilers and endings ahead homies! Movie breakdown starts at 13:41!  We've reached the end of the road, and must mournfully part from the Conjuring universe. But don't worry, still lots of conversations left to be had! Also, Erika and Roshane give their official rankings of the franchise. 

11am hour of The K&C Masterpiece! Dallas Cowboys Insider Mickey Spagnola. AM ON THE FM: Halloween decorations and the newest Piece-a-Thon auction item. Gridiron Gravy: A major upset, a major injury and another major officiating error.

How will the Accademia Giallo crew spend Spooky Season? By digging into The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave, of course!(Or should we say, "of corpse"?)Emilio Miraglia's 1971 thriller stars Anthony Steffen as Lord Alan Cunningham, a rich, mentally unstable aristocrat obsessed with his beautiful, dead wife. After terrorizing exotic dancers and prostitutes, he settles down with Gladys (Marina Malfatti), whose wedded bliss is undone by apparitions and mysterious deaths around Alan's palatial estate. Has the late Evelyn returned from beyond to haunt her husband? Or is there something more sinister at play?In this spoilerific appreciation of a truly unique gialli, the roundtable dives into Miraglia's twisted and twisty tale--appreciating the kills and killer performances, and hotly debating an ending that knocked Evelyn down several notches in Ian's estimation!As part of Scare-a-Thon 2025, this episode will benefit the International Rescue Committee, so please share with your fiends and family--and get involved with IRC here!Support Kicking the Seat on Patreon, watch us on YouTube, and follow us at:XLetterboxdInstagramFacebookShow LinksWatch the The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave (1971) trailer.Support all of our terrifying teachers' axe-tracurricular activities!Stay studious with Aaron Christensen at Horror101 with Dr. AC!And subscribe to his YouTube channel!If you dare, venture down into Kitley's Krypt with Jon Kitley! And listen to Jon's scary-good podcast, Discover the Horror!Stalk Bryan Martinez in The Giallo Room!Buy J. Blake Fichera's "Scored to Death" Volume I and II on Amazon (mentioned in the show).Catch up with classic episodes of his Saturday Night Movie Sleepovers podcast!Continue your education with our "Accademia Giallo" Playlist!

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Ep. 220 If you've been pouring from an empty cup, this is your reminder that rest isn't a luxury—it's necessary for healing and restoration. As women, we're taught to keep adding—roles, goals, responsibilities—until rest feels “unnatural.” During the Aligned Entrepreneur Pod-a-Thon, I sat down with Sleep Coach Soda Kuczkowski to name that conditioning, release the guilt, and practice rest as a pathway to healing and aligned leadership. We unpack why exhaustion became the norm and how to restore clarity, creativity, and peace with science-backed habits that actually fit a real woman's life. Tap to listen or watch the restream on YouTube on the JazzCast Pros Network Channel: https://youtu.be/Dwc2v28C5Ek?si=kSna8f3ijEBv9Izz

This episode is for everyone who wants expert techniques in staff training and making the camp mission really happen, including: scheduling training with good time management, creating a staff team committed to mission from the first minutes, and much more. We welcome back the incredible educator, staff trainer, and author Michael Brandwein for an exclusive peek at the content of the in-person, small group, learn-by-doing professional development event held in Chicago January 12-14, 2026, near Chicago O'Hare International Airport, and from his latest bestselling book, The Intentional Camp: Putting More Muscle in the Mission of Character & Youth Development. This event is sponsored by ACA Illinois and open to everyone, everywhere (ACA membership not required). The tools in this episode are simple to use and powerful in effect.   Show notes: ACA, Illinois 2026 Women in Camp Summit Global Camps Africa For information on Michael's upcoming in-person, small group interactive professional development event sponsored by ACA Illinois (open to everyone, everywhere, ACA membership not required), “The Brandwein Skill-A-Thon on Training & Leading Your Best Camp Team Ever” held in Chicago (near O'Hare) on January 12-14, 2026, please go to www.acail.org/michaelbrandwein. For Michael's annual online one day virtual training for camp Leadership Team members, “Super Staff SuperVision: The Quick Course on Outstanding Skills to Coach, Motivate, & Bring Out the Best in Staff,” please go to www.acail.org/michaelbrandwein sponsored by ACA Illinois (open to everyone, everywhere, ACA membership not required). Books by Michael Brandwein are available at www.michaelbrandwein.com/store. To contact Michael with questions, and for more information about contacting him to work with you on your character development projects or for staff or Leadership Team training, you can reach him at 847-940-9820 and at mail@michaelbrandwein.com. Michael has free resources on his website: www.michaelbrandwein.com/freeresources. The views and opinions expressed on CampWire by contributors are their own and do not necessarily reflect the views of the American Camp Association or ACA employees.

Bust out the coffee and No-Doz, and get ready to stay up late with Earth's Mightiest Critics!The entire Nightmare on Elm Street series recently made its 4K debut, and we're gearing up for a triple-feature roundtable review of the "Dream Warriors Trilogy". Parts 3, 4, and 5 of the fiendish Freddy franchise centers on the few remaining sleep-deprived Springwood teens whose nocturnal hours are haunted by an undead killer with a wit as sharp as his single metal glove.From the hospital to the high school, from a nunnery to ninety-miles-an-hour nightmares, this intricately connected saga captures the horror juggernaut at its peak popularity--and chronicles its rapid decline. Join us for a sweater-sportin', spoilerific celebration of the unkillable Krueger--and the fierce final girls who loved to beat him!We'll also take your questions, comments, and SuperChats!And because it's Scary Season, Kicking the Seat has teamed once again with Horror 101 with Dr. AC to help out a worthy cause! We'll donate all SuperChat proceeds from our Dream Warriors Trilogy livestream to this year's Scare-a-Thon partner, the International Rescue Committee!You can learn more, get involved, here!Support Kicking the Seat on Patreon, subscribe to us on YouTube, and follow us at:XLetterboxdInstagramFacebookShow LinksWatch the A Nightmare on Elm Street 4K Collection trailer: https://youtu.be/jshAQETajAo?si=bx94m_PJt_JI9s9_You can pick up the Nightmare on Elm Street 4K Collection now, courtesy of Warner Bros. https://www.warnerbros.com/movies/nightmare-elm-street-7-film-collectionThe Scare-a-Thon continues on Kicking the Seat, with these chilling upcoming livestreams:Accademia Giallo: The Night Evelyn Came Out of the Grave (10/26 at 2pm CST)Shelby Oaks (10/29 at 8pm CST)As mentioned in the show, Ian recently appeared on Mark's Spoiler Room Podcast to discuss A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors! Also, Bryan found this crazy Instagram Reel of rapping Horror icons, called "Straight Outta Springwood"!Support all of Earth's Mightiest Critics at their various outlets:Keep up with Jeff York's criticism and caricatures at The Establishing Shot and Pipeline Artists.Check out Mark "The Movie Man" Krawczyk's The Spoiler Room Podcast.Get seated with The Blonde in Front!Follow David Fowlie's film criticism at Keeping It Reel.Get educated with Don Shanahan at Every Movie Has a Lesson…...And Film Obsessive...and the Cinephile Hissy Fit Podcast.Keep up with Annie Banks at The Mary Sue....and We Got This Covered.Make Nice with Mike Crowley of You'll Probably Agree.Enter The Giallo Room with Bryan Martinez…if you dare!And save your celluloid soul with Dave Canfield's Substack, "Creature Feature Preacher".

This week on the show, Project Greenlight creator Alex Keledjian and his movie nerd co-host Sam Levine admit that they love all three Tron movies possibly way more than they deserve. And they ponder the cyclical nature of the crises of late-stage capitalism. Drop a comment below and let us now what you thought of the movie! Follow How I Got Greenlit on Instagram: @howigotgreenlit Follow Alex on Instagram: @akeledjian Follow Sam on Instagram: @moderately_quick Subscribe wherever you get your podcasts or at youtube.com/@NextChapterPodcasts Inquiries: pete@ncpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week, Jay Duplass joins Seth and Josh on the pod! He talks all about growing up in Louisiana, a disastrous family vacation to Jamaica, and childhood trips to Florida and the Grand Canyon. He also talks about working with his brother Mark growing up and navigating their creative partnership in Hollywood today. Plus, he discusses his latest film 'The Baltimorons,' available now to watch! Support our sponsors: UpliftElevate your workspace with UPLIFT Desk. Go to https://upliftdesk.com/TRIPS for a special offer exclusive to our audience.Laundry SauceMake laundry day the best day of the week! Get 20% off your entire order @LaundrySauce with code TRIPS at https://laundrysauce.com/TRIPS #laundrysaucepodHuelNew customers receive FIFTEEN PERCENT off your purchase with our exclusive code TRIPS at www.huel.com/TRIPS. BluelandGet 15% off your first order by going to Blueland.com/TRIPS Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Scare-a-Thon is back...and sillier than ever!This very special Spooky Season episode was supposed to be a livestream, but a last-minute technical issue led to Ian and AC scuttling the show last minute. But you can't keep a great podcast down, and the guys are determined to look back at two films celebrating anniversaries this year: Keenean Ivory Wayans' 2000 blockbuster horror-movie satire, Scary Movie, and Monster A Go-Go from 1965, co-directed by Bill Rebane and Herschell Gordon Lewis!One film was a renaissance of old-school parody movies like Airplane!. The other has been labeled one of the worst films ever made. What do they have in common? Lots of squirming and covered eyes--just like an actual genre film!Join us for an irreverent recollection of films that couldn't (and probably shouldn't) be made today! 2025 marks 15 years (!) of Horror 101 with Dr. AC's Scare-a-Thon, and this year we're teaming up to support the International Rescue Committee!Click here for more information, and to learn how you can get involved with IRC!Subscribe, like, and comment on Kicking the Seat here on YouTube, and check us out at:kickseat.comXLetterboxdInstagramFacebookShow LinksWatch the Scary Movie (2000) trailer. Watch the Monster A Go-Go (1965) trailer.

This is the WFHB Local News for Tuesday, October 21st, 2025. In today's newscast, WFHB Correspondent Katrine Bruner speaks with Special Events Coordinator for WIUX Audrey Ouillette about the student radio's Pledge Drive and Pledge-a-Thon. More in today's feature report. Also coming up in the next half hour, learn more about Erik, an adoptable dog …

Managing volunteer leadership presents unique challenges, especially when your entire executive team changes annually. The most successful campaigns don't just recruit great volunteers—they systematically develop them into unified, mission-driven teams that can execute at the highest level despite constant turnover.In this episode, Marcie Maxwell talks with Suzanne Graney, Executive Director of Four Diamonds, the nonprofit behind Penn State's Dance Marathon (THON). With years of experience leading one of the largest student-run philanthropies in the world, Suzanne shares how THON successfully onboards brand-new leadership teams each year and maintains momentum across a full campaign cycle.Suzanne discusses her approach to rapidly aligning diverse volunteers around shared goals and creating systems that sustain engagement throughout the year. She explores how succession planning works when your pipeline constantly refreshes, and reveals what she's learned about the evolving leadership styles of today's college volunteers. The conversation offers practical strategies for anyone working with rotating volunteer teams in large-scale fundraising efforts.Together, we'll explore:Effective onboarding strategies that quickly transform individual volunteers into unified leadership teamsYear-round engagement techniques that maintain focus and momentum between major campaign milestonesBuilding sustainable leadership pipelines when your entire team changes annuallyMentioned LinksFourDiamonds.org Facebook: @FourDiamondsFTK Instagram: @FourDiamondsX: @FourDiamondsStay Connected on LinkedInConnect with SuzanneConnect with MarcieConnect with the Peer-to-Peer Professional Forum (00:00) - Welcome to The P2P Soap Box (02:19) - Introducing Suzanne Marie Gran (05:09) - Four Diamonds (07:52) - The Turnover Challenge

Spoilers and tears ahead homies!! Movie breakdowns start at 10:14.  We're back again with more Conjuring adventures, and this time we're taking some unexpected turns. These next 3 films pack quite the punch, but is our franchise heading in the right direction? Also Erika and Roshane dissect superpowers. 

If you can ship a site plan with one click, do you still need the degree or just better prompts?Director of Innovation Brandon Blackberg (RTM Engineering) joins KP for a fast, practitioner-level riff on how AI is reshaping civil and structural work. We cover the “McDonald's vs gourmet” future of delivery, why generalists win in a systems world, and how to avoid getting locked into someone else's feature stack. We also talk vibe coding, token bills, and what KP would do if he started a firm tomorrow.Highlights Why entry-level engineers will start closer to “junior-plus” with AI at their fingertipsGeneralist thinking vs narrow specialization when failures are system levelRethinking drawings and phases when iteration is cheapTime and materials, lump sum, and the real impact of token costsMulti-LLM strategies to avoid platform lock-inGuardrails that keep creativity alive and production safeBuild vs buy: when an internal tool beats a vendor, and when it doesn'tCareer paths that don't look like ladders: engineering, coding, salesLearn more about KPR Co Mastermind Groups here!Upcoming KPR Co eventsOwners' Training Series Kickoff: practical moves for owners and owner's repsVibe-a-Thon: vibe coding for non-coders, prizes included9th Annual KPR Summit: the room where AEC's next moves get decidedSounds like you? Join the waitlist at https://kpreddy.co/Check out one of our Catalyst conversation starters, AEC Needs More High-Agency ThinkersHope to see you there!

Spoilers ahead homies! Movie breakdowns start at 11:00. We're back and so is Annabelle! She's here for a double feature while we also officially meet the Warren's for the first time. Join us as we grab our holy water to tackle the next 3 movies in the Conjuring Universe! Also, Erika and Roshane get heated. 

Brian Shaunessy knows the Penn State experience well, having attended Penn State Brandywine and University Park. A 1986 graduate of the Smeal College of Business, Shaunessy danced in THON as a student and has stayed involved with local chapters as an alumnus. Currently, he serves as president of our Triangle Chapter in North Carolina, which received this year's Fundraising Award for providing relief in the wake of Hurricane Helene last year. Learn more on the chapter's website and Facebook page. You can also connect with Brian on LinkedIn. For more alumni stories, visit pennstatermag.com

Joining us for the fifth and final day of our NYCC '25 INTERVIEW-A-THON is someone who, without question, fully embodies the term “multi-hypenated”. She's an actress, former show host and internet personality whose work spans across television, film, and the world of geek culture. You've seen her on shows like Supernatural and Jane the Virgin, heard her voice as Hawkgirl in the video game LEGO DC Super-Villains, and watched her bring Meghan Markle to life in Lifetime's Harry & Meghan: Becoming Royal.Today, she's here with us to talk about her latest project as the writer behind Masters of the Universe: Andra—which puts a spotlight on one of Eternia's most compelling heroes.It is our pleasure to welcome Tiffany Smith onto The Oblivion Bar Podcast!---Thank you Oni Press & Endless Comics, Cards & Games for sponsoring The Oblivion Bar PodcastFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTokFollow us on BlueSkyConsider supporting us over on PatreonThank you DreamKid for our Oblivion Bar musicThank you KXD Studios for our Oblivion Bar art

Joining us for day four of our NYCC '25 INTERVIEW-A-THON is the President and Co-founder of Image Comics. Along with being an iconic figure within the world of comic books, creating characters like Venom and Spawn, he is also a giant in the world of toys and collectibles with McFarlane Toys.It is our great honor to welcome Todd McFarlane onto The Oblivion Bar Podcast!---Thank you Oni Press & Endless Comics, Cards & Games for sponsoring The Oblivion Bar PodcastFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTokFollow us on BlueSkyConsider supporting us over on PatreonThank you DreamKid for our Oblivion Bar musicThank you KXD Studios for our Oblivion Bar art

Prophetic News Radio-Daystar and Joni Lamb do their con-a-thon, begging for donations, Israel-Hamas, land for peace?  False prophets Bobby Conner, Lance Wallnau, Joseph Z.

Joining us for day three of our NYCC '25 INTERVIEW-A-THON is the Eisner award winning artist and a co-founder of the creator-owned comic publisher/media company Ghost Machine.He's here today to talk about his dystopian sci-fi series Rook: Exodus with writer Geoff Johns, which returned on October 7th with issue seven and a brand new arc.It is our pleasure to welcome Jason Fabok onto The Oblivion Bar Podcast!---Thank you Oni Press & Endless Comics, Cards & Games for sponsoring The Oblivion Bar PodcastFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTokFollow us on BlueSkyConsider supporting us over on PatreonThank you DreamKid for our Oblivion Bar musicThank you KXD Studios for our Oblivion Bar art

Joining us for day two of our NYCC '25 INTERVIEW-A-THON is the Eisner-nominated comic creator behind titles like Ghosts of Science Past, Arca, Man's Best, and Miss Truesdale and the Rise of Man. He joins us today to discuss his 23rd Street launch title Drome, an ambitious science fiction epic about civilization and the fragile balance between chaos and order.It is our pleasure to welcome Jesse Lonergan onto The Oblivion Bar Podcast!---Thank you Oni Press & Endless Comics, Cards & Games for sponsoring The Oblivion Bar PodcastFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTokFollow us on BlueSkyConsider supporting us over on PatreonThank you DreamKid for our Oblivion Bar musicThank you KXD Studios for our Oblivion Bar art

Dana In The Morning Highlights 10/9Houston City Countil approved a $50 million deal for new HPD HQ and new city officesNICU Little Listeners Read-A-Thon helps promote early bondingNetflix's K-Pop Demon Hunters are the most popular Halloween costumes in 2025

Joining us for day one of our NYCC '25 INTERVIEW-A-THON is the CEO of Sweet, which is bringing a new age of resources for comic book fans. First, there's Bindings: an all-in-one file sharing marketing tool created specific for comic book creators. There's also Sweet Shop, a brand new (much needed) digital reader for comic books. Lastly, there's FindYouComic.Store, a revolutionary comic shop locator that helps you find your next local comic shop.It is our pleasure to welcome back Kenny Meyers onto The Oblivion Bar Podcast!---Thank you Oni Press & Endless Comics, Cards & Games for sponsoring The Oblivion Bar PodcastFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTokFollow us on BlueSkyConsider supporting us over on PatreonThank you DreamKid for our Oblivion Bar musicThank you KXD Studios for our Oblivion Bar art

Please join us Monday, Oct 13 for a Beg-A-Thon live show @ 9:30ET/8:30CT! We will be joined by Justin Feldman to discuss the rise of MAHA, the broader Granola-to-Fascist Pipeline and how corporate-written food policies and our horrible, for-profit medical system fuel hucksterism.

Spoilers ahead homies! Movie breakdown starts at 12:23.  Prepare for an October full of demons, dolls, and a dumb amount of jump scares. We're chronologically covering the Conjuring universe! In our first episode we dive into our spinoffs and find out if they stand as strong as the original! Also, Erika and Roshane pick their favorite jump scare. 

ABC allowing Jimmy Kimmel back on the air. Keith Olbermann threatens CNN's Scott Jennings. White House makes big announcements regarding vaccines and Tylenol. Government making autism-related drug easier to get. The Left is taking aim at anybody who enjoyed the Charlie Kirk memorial. FTC vs. Amazon Prime. AI issues. Trans tarot card reader threatens conservatives. We can launch rockets through clouds now? Kamala Harris makes incoherent excuses for why she lost the 2024 election. House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-N.Y.) warns Trump supporters. CNN shows that Republicans remain in the catbird seat for the 2026 midterms. France gets on board in recognizing "Palestine." Mrs. Macron submits "evidence" that she's a woman. 00:00 Pat Gray UNLEASHED! 00:45 Jimmy Kimmel is Back? 01:36 Keith Olbermann Threatens Scott Jennings 04:07 Don't Take Tylenol if You are Pregnant? 06:00 Vaccine & Tylenol "Pathway to Regression" Chart 07:58 President Trump on Vaccines & Autism 12:17 RFK Jr. on Vaccines & Autism 13:35 Marty Makary on Leucovorin 15:15 FLASHBACK: Jim Carrey & Jenny McCarthy on Vaccines 19:40 FLASHBACK: Jimmy Kimmel on Trump's Social Media Suspension 24:35 Don Lemon's Take on Charlie Kirk's Memorial 26:59 Tina Nguyen's Take on Charlie Kirk's Memorial 31:32 Fat Five 49:21 New Pumpkin at the Studio 52:20 Benny Johnson on Donald Trump & Elon Musk 56:10 Another Trans Person Threatens Conservatives 1:03:05 SpaceX Launch 1:12:04 Kamala Harris Calls Trump a Tyrant 1:14:17 Kamala Harris Explains Not Picking Pete Buttigieg for VP 1:18:14 Kamala Harris' Feelings on Zohran Mamdani 1:19:47 Kamala Harris Endorses Zohran Mamdani 1:23:42 Kamala Harris Takes Responsibility? 1:26:02 Mark Kelly Wasn't Good Enough for Kamala 1:29:42 Hakeem Jeffries Makes a Threat 1:30:59 Harry Enten's Latest Polls on Democrats VS. GOP Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices