Podcast appearances and mentions of Tom Jones

Morning Show 11-14-25 Hour 1 Holiday hotels-Deer-Tom Jones-NCIS by The Watchdog

La Minute Crooner Attitude, le billet d'humeur de Jean-Baptiste Tuzet, tous les jours de la semaine, 9 h 15 et 19 h 15 sur Crooner Radio. Plus d'informations et podcasts www.croonerradio.frHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

1965 may feel like an entirely different lifetime, but even if you're Gen X or a Millennial, chances are you know the songs and the icons from that incredible year. Cher! The Beatles! The Rolling Stones! The Supremes! Legends in their prime whose music continues to hold cultural cache 60 years after its release. So join the Great Pop Culture Debate as we do the time warp and try to determine the Best Song of 1965. Songs discussed: “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers, “Help!” by The Beatles, “(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction” by The Rolling Stones, “My Girl” by The Temptations, “Ticket to Ride” by The Beatles, “You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling” by The Righteous Brothers, “Stop! In the Name of Love” by The Supremes, “I Got You Babe” by Sonny & Cher, “Do You Believe in Magic?” by The Lovin' Spoonful, “How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)” by Marvin Gaye, “What the World Needs Now is Love” by Jackie DeShannon, “It's Not Unusual” by Tom Jones, “I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)” by The Four Tops, “California Girls” by The Beach Boys, “We Got to Get Out of This Place” by The Animals Join host Eric Rezsnyak and panelists Derek Mekita, John Higgins, and Zack Derby as they discuss and debate 16 of the biggest hits from 60 years ago. Looking for more reasons to become a Patreon supporter? Check out our Top 10 Patreon Perks. Sign up for our weekly newsletter! Subscribe to find out what's new in pop culture each week right in your inbox! Vote in more pop culture polls! Check out our Open Polls. Your votes determine our future debates! Then, vote in our Future Topic Polls to have a say in what episodes we tackle next. Episode Credits Host: Eric Rezsnyak Panelists: Derek Mekita, John Higgins, Zack Derby Producer: Bob Erlenback Editor: John Higgins Theme Music: “Dance to My Tune” by Marc Torch #music #1960s #60smusic #popmusic #rockmusic #unchainedmelody #righteousbrothers #cher #sonnyandcher #igotyoubabe #thebeatles #beatles #beatleshelp #rollingstones #satisfaction #marvingaye #thefourtops #thebeachboys #beachboys #fourtops #temptations #thetemptations #thesupremes #supremes #dianaross #motown #tomjones Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week's guest is Nashville singer/songwriter Dillon Warnek, who joins me to discuss 'The Randy Newman Songbook Vol. 1', featuring revisited, stripped back versions of songs spanning 33 years of the musician's legendary catalogue. We discuss Newman's wry humor and use of sarcasm in his writing and how that stylistic approach has influenced Dillon's own work, the layers of meaning to be discovered within a Randy Newman song and how they don't always reveal themselves on first listen, how the style of Newman's voice plays a huge role in how the song is interpreted versus the interpretations of his songs when sung by other artists, Newman's iconic work on film scores, which of Dillon's songs he'd like to hear covered by Tom Jones, and much more.

Clay talks with veteran NASA astronaut Tom Jones, who flew four Space Shuttle missions for a total of 53 days, 49 minutes in space. Clay outlined a list of issues related to the Lewis and Clark Expedition of 1804-06, including propulsion, navigation, food, waste management, record-keeping, and re-entry, and explained how Lewis and Clark addressed these dynamics. Then, Tom Jones explained how these concepts are applied in space. Topics included religious activity in space, romance in space, mutiny in space, the wonder of going where no man has gone before, recruitment, training, and re-entry. Tom Jones is the author of half a dozen books, including the acclaimed Skywalking: An Astronaut's Memoir. He believes we owe it to the four remaining lunar surface astronauts that we land again on the moon before the last of them dies. This episode was recorded on September 30, 2025.

We're STILL talking about Henry Fielding's book, The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling! We learn that Tom is a bit of a [long-handled gardening tool that can also mean an immoral pleasure seeker]. And he's been kissing Sophia's WHAT now?

Thunderbolt on FreeBSD, ZFS on Illumos and Linux and FreeBSD, ZFS Compression, Home networking monitoring, LibreSSH and OpenSSH releases and more... NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines Thunderbolt on FreeBSD (https://blog.feld.me/posts/2025/10/thunderbolt-on-freebsd) The broad state of ZFS on Illumos, Linux, and FreeBSD (as I understand it) (https://utcc.utoronto.ca/~cks/space/blog/solaris/ZFSOnIllumosLinuxAndFreeBSD) News Roundup zfs: setting compression and adding new vdevs (https://dan.langille.org/2025/10/18/zfs-setting-compression-and-adding-new-vdevs) The hunt for a home network monitoring solution (https://vulcanridr.mataroa.blog/blog/the-hunt-for-a-home-network-monitoring-solution) LibreSSL 4.2.0 Released (https://www.undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20251015043527) OpenSSH 10.2 released (https://www.undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20251010131052) - Related to 10.x versions : Post-Quantum Cryptography (https://www.openssh.com/pq.html) Check your IP infos using nginx (https://www.tumfatig.net/2025/check-your-ip-infos-using-nginx) Experimenting with Compression (just given an overview, I dont exepect you to read the all three writeups fully) Experimenting with compression off (https://dan.langille.org/2025/10/06/experimenting-with-compression-off/) Experimenting with compression=lz4 (https://dan.langille.org/2025/10/06/experimenting-with-compressionlz4/) Experimenting with compression=zstd (https://dan.langille.org/2025/10/06/experimenting-with-compressionzstd/) Compression results (https://dan.langille.org/2025/10/06/compression-results) Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions Anton - Boxybsd (https://github.com/BSDNow/bsdnow.tv/blob/master/episodes/636/feedback/anton%20-%20boxybsd.md) Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow)

Woah. This week's film is full of famous stars and stereotypes. What would today's version of head exploding music be? Is it safe to say the translator machine doesn't work? Does anyone know more than one Tom Jones song? Let's head back together to the 90's, or is the 70's?

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

Ombline Roche nous embarque dans une rétrospective musicale des années 60 à 80 dans cet épisode des « Enfants d'Europe 1 ». De Michel Sardou à Nana Mouskouri, en passant par Claude François et Florent Pagny, elle revisite les grands classiques de la chanson française et internationale. À travers des anecdotes savoureuses, des archives inédites et des moments de complicité entre artistes, l'émission célèbre une époque riche en émotions et en créativité musicale.À retenir :Les coulisses du titre « Les Lacs du Connemara » de Michel Sardou.Des archives étonnantes comme les enchères pour rencontrer des stars.Une avant-première touchante entre Nana Mouskouri et Didier Barbeli.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Tous les jours, entre 14h et 15h, Ombline Roche vous fait revivre la musique des années 1950 à la fin des années 1980 !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Rick Stroud and Tom Jones from the Poynter Institute discuss the Buccaneers' upcoming game against the Patriots and they reflect on the team's performance and injuries. They talk about the World Series and other gut-wrenching losses in sports, the current state of baseball, ownership dynamics, and the future of the Rays. They also get into the evolving landscape of college football coaching changes and how players are now controlling the sport. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Although it has been way too long since our last visit with the son of legendary CREAM drummer GINGER BAKER, our guest today on the Rick Flynn Presents podcast is one of the best drummers on the music scene today.KOFI BAKER has impeccable credentials. He certainly is the son of legendary drummer and musician, Ginger Baker, which is evident the moment you hear or see Kofi play. The DNA is unmistakable.But Kofi has his own unique approach to playing and, with his uncompromising daily practicing regime, no wonder he has forged his own long and distinguished career working with many other legendary musicians such as Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Roger Waters, Nile Rogers, Tom Jones, Jack Bruce, Steve Marriott, Uli Jon Roth and many more. Join us today, at your own schedule, on any major podcast carrier and listen right now to this historic edition of Rick Flynn Presents worldwide podcast. Will we be discussing his legendary Dad, drummer Ginger Baker? The odds are extremely good but first let's get to the kitchen and make some healthy smoothies as we get the show started. Kofi is also performing in concert worldwide so check all of your local listings, as well as www.KofiBaker.com to get tickets in your respective city or town.

Rick Stroud is joined by his former radio partner, Tom Jones from the Poynter Institute as they discuss Baker Mayfield on the ManningCast, Jayden Daniels injury and it's relation to Jameis Winston getting hurt nearly a decade ago, James Franklin firing at Penn State and weddings for a Girl Dad. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

OpenBSD 7.8, Building Enterprise Storage with Proxmox, SSD performance, Virtual Machines and more... NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines OpenBSD 7.8 Released (https://www.openbsd.org/78.html) also (https://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20251022025822) and (https://bsd.network/@brynet/115403567146395679) Building Enterprise-Grade Storage on Proxmox with ZFS (https://klarasystems.com/articles/building-enterprise-grade-storage-on-proxmox-with-zfs) News Roundup [TUHS] Was artifacts, now ethernet (https://www.tuhs.org/pipermail/tuhs/2025-July/032268.html) I wish SSDs gave you CPU performance style metrics about their activity (https://utcc.utoronto.ca/~cks/space/blog/tech/SSDWritePerfMetricsWish) Migrate a KVM virtual machine to OmniOS bhyve (https://www.tumfatig.net/2025/migrate-a-kvm-virtual-machine-to-omnios-bhyve) Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions brad - bhyve (https://github.com/BSDNow/bsdnow.tv/blob/master/episodes/635/feedback/brad%20-%20bhyve.md) Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow)

Chaque jour, Ombline Roche revient sur les musiques qui ont marqué Europe 1.Tous les jours, entre 14h et 15h, Ombline Roche vous fait revivre la musique des années 1950 à la fin des années 1980 !Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

In this episode, we uncover alarming revelations about election integrity and the implications of illegal immigration on voter rolls. Join John Solomon as he discusses the case of an illegal alien who became a school chief in Iowa and managed to get on the voter rolls in Maryland. With insights from Congressman Eli Crane and Congressman Burgess Owens, we explore the push for national citizenship checks and the challenges ahead. Additional interview with Tom Jones, President, American Accountability Foundation.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We're back at it again with The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling, by Henry Fielding, Books 3-7! Tom is accidentally the luckiest person in the world.

In this episode of Outside The Round, host Matt Burrill sits down with genre-bending artist PYNK BEARD to discuss the release of his new project Red Dirt Diaries. Known for blending southern storytelling with soul, country, hip-hop, and funk influences, PYNK BEARD shares insights on embracing vulnerability, healing through songwriting, and the artistic freedom found in embracing your full identity. Formerly known for his work as a Grammy-nominated songwriter and producer, PYNK BEARD (Sebastian Kole) dives deep into the creative and personal journey that birthed Red Dirt Diaries. The two discuss his Alabama roots, time in the L.A. pop scene, return to the South, and the meaning behind the project. This conversation captures the heart, humor, and healing at the core of PYNK BEARD.  Follow on Social Media: PYNK BEARD: @pynkbeard Matt Burrill (Host): @raisedrowdymatt Outside The Round (Podcast): @outsidetheround Raised Rowdy (Network): @raisedrowdy     Chapters (00:00:00) - Pink Beard on His Roots in Birmingham(00:04:25) - I Quit Writing Songs For Alessia Cara(00:06:21) - Sebastian on Moving From Birmingham to LA(00:09:32) - Bo Jackson on Writing Songs For Fun(00:12:35) - "I Love My Lady Friends"(00:13:13) - Sebastian Cole: Mixing Country, R&B(00:16:27) - Alabama singer-songwriter on country(00:19:25) - Country Singer Sebastian Cole on His Pink Beard(00:23:02) - Pink Beard on Balance Between Songwriting and Acting(00:24:44) - Songwriter on the Industry's Changes(00:27:33) - Red Dirt Diaries(00:30:26) - Red Door Diaries(00:32:09) - Sugar and Salt: The Songs(00:34:12) - Pink Beard(00:37:14) - There's This Little Song You Sing When You're Scared(00:39:18) - Workplace Music Room Back in Business(00:40:56) - He Dyes His Beard Pink For Breast Cancer Awareness Month(00:42:32) - Tennessee Slim on His Band(00:44:22) - Noah Cyrus on Performing in Indonesia(00:45:49) - Tom Jones on Traveling the World(00:48:32) - How Many Countries Have You Visited?(00:50:07) - Teddy Swims on Working In The Caribbean(00:52:27) - Michael Jackson on His Past Self(00:55:58) - Bushwhackers: I Love Birmingham(00:57:15) - Pink Beard at the Siberia

There's a moment every HR professional remembers — that first email, that first conversation, that first tremor in the air when “return to office” stopped being a policy discussion and started being personal. Three years ago, the message was simple: Stay home, stay safe. Now it's: Come back. And in between, everything about how we work — and what we value — has changed.In this episode of Human Solutions, Pete Wright sits down with AIM HR Solutions' Tom Jones and Annette Dupree to explore the strange, often uneasy middle ground between flexibility and structure, empathy and compliance. It's a story about the quiet negotiations happening in every workplace — between leaders trying to rebuild culture and employees trying to preserve the balance they finally found.Annette starts with something deceptively simple: mindset. What if return-to-office isn't about control, but reconnection? What if the message isn't we need you here, but we miss you here? From that shift, a thousand possibilities open up — from reimagining flexibility to reframing belonging.Tom, meanwhile, brings the legal lens: what happens when compassion meets compliance? When a doctor's note becomes a line in the sand? He explains the fine print of the interactive dialogue — that delicate conversation between employee, manager, and HR that determines what's possible and what isn't. It's the kind of process that sounds bureaucratic but, done right, can restore trust instead of eroding it.And then there's the harder truth: sometimes, it isn't about coming back. It's about who comes back. Reductions in force test the soul of an organization. Tom and Annette walk through how to make those decisions — how to document criteria, avoid bias, and resist the all-too-human temptation to let frustration drive strategy. Because when layoffs happen, the work doesn't end. It shifts.This is an episode about the messy, necessary work of being human at work — and the leaders who try, every day, to get it right. AIM HR Solutions Training CatalogAIM members can reach the HR Helpline at 800-470-6277 or helpline@aimnet.org for inquiries Monday through Friday from 8:30 a.m. – 5:00 p.m. (EST). Email requests will be responded to within 24 hours. 

Looking to start or rebrand your podcast? We can help! Go to www.itsyourshow.coJoin Rich Redmond as he sits down with legendary studio drummer Paul Leim, who shares incredible stories from his 50-year music career. Highlights include:[0:02:51] - How a Tyler, Texas DJ discovered Paul's talent at age 15[0:10:00] - Driving to Los Angeles in a woody station wagon to pursue his dream[0:11:04] - Performing at the 2017 Trump Inaugural Ball[0:18:54] - Turning down a tour with James Taylor to stay with his young family[0:22:35] - Working with Linda Carter for 13 years after her Wonder Woman days[0:26:25] - His philosophy of continuing to play drums as long as he loves itFrom recording Star Wars soundtracks to working with Neil Diamond and Tom Jones, Paul Leim offers a fascinating glimpse into the life of a top-tier session musician. A must-listen for music lovers and aspiring drummers!The Rich Redmond Show is about all things music, motivation and success. Candid conversations with musicians, actors, comedians, authors and thought leaders about their lives and the stories that shaped them. Rich Redmond is the longtime drummer with Jason Aldean and many other veteran musicians and artists. Rich is also an actor, speaker, author, producer and educator. Rich has been heard on thousands of songs, over 30 of which have been #1 hits!We have MERCH! www.therichredmondshow.comFollow Rich:@richredmondwww.richredmond.comJim McCarthy is the quintessential Blue Collar Voice Guy. Honing his craft since 1996 with radio stations in Illinois, South Carolina, Connecticut, New York, Las Vegas and Nashville, Jim has voiced well over 10,000 pieces since and garnered an ear for audio production which he now uses for various podcasts, commercials and promos. Jim is also an accomplished video producer, content creator, writer and overall entrepreneur.Follow Jim:  @jimmccarthywww.jmvos.com The Rich Redmond Show is produced by It's Your Show dot Cowww.itsyourshow.co Looking to start or rebrand your podcast? We can help! Go to www.itsyourshow.co

The boys are back — Ryan, Bob, Dan, and Jimi — and this week they've actually managed to bring a respectable guest into The Terrible Outdoorsman Podcast! Joining the chaos in studio is Tom Jones from Michigan Operation Freedom Outdoors (MIOFO) — a badass organization helping disabled Veterans and hunters get out into the woods or onto the ice.Tom gives the guys the rundown on what MIOFO is all about, while Bob tries not to cry (or curse too much) as they swap some military stories. The crew talks upcoming events, wild hunts, and the kind of outdoor therapy that doesn't involve yoga pants or scented candles.Between the heartfelt moments and inappropriate jokes, this episode's got everything — laughter, respect, and probably a few things we'll have to edit out later.⁠VanGuard VEO HD Bundle⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vanguard Outdoors⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Use Code TERRIBLE20 to save 20%!We are a Hunting, Fishing & Just general Outdoors Podcast based out of Michigan that likes to have a lot of fun, Talk tactics and tell our Terrible Stories from the field or on the water. We talk about:Hunting:Whitetail Deer, Turkey, Waterfowl, Small Game, Elk, MooseFishing:Northern Pike, Musky, Smallmouth Bass, Largemouth Bass, Walleye, Salmon, Trout, Sturgeon, PanFish, Ice Fishing, Great Lake Fishing to Small River Fishing.We couldn't be more excited to partner up with our friends at Wes Point Shores Resort. The place that Ryan & Bob have been going to since they were 5 years old! Follow the links below to check them out and be sure to mention the show and save 10% off your bill!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Wes Point Shores FaceBook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Wes Point Shores Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠WesPointShores.Com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠MI DNR Musky Survey⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠O'Wacky Tool Starter Kit⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fishing Complete Inc⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Use Code: TERRIBLE & Save 20%!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Terrible Swag⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Terrible Outdoorsman Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tik Tok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on YouTube!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠#TerribleOutdoorsman #MIOFO #Veterans #OutdoorTherapy #StillTerribleStillThirsty #HuntingPodcast #FishingPodcast #MichiganOutdoors #VeteranSupport

We're talking about Amy's favourite book, The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding! Infants are abandoned! Women get called terrible names for getting pregnant out of wedlock! It's 800 pages!

The Nerdlings: Twenty Six Versions of Twist and Shout  As promised here are all 26 versions of Twist and Shout that was featured in  our series of Twist And Shout.  All full length, the full medleys done by some artist.  Bobby Vee, Bon Jovi, Booker T and the MGS, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion,  Chubby Checker, Cliff Richard, Del Shannon, Dr. Teeth and Electrical Mayhem, Genesis, Isley Brothers, Mae West, Michael Buble, NSYNC, Rodney Dangerfeild,  Salt-n-Pepa, Shangri-Las, Dave Clark Five, The Mamas and Papas, The Searchers, The Who, Ike and Tina Turner, Tom Jones, The Troggs, The Top Notes The Beatles/ Ferris  email address for contact: nerdlingpodcast@gmail.com Instagram accounts to follow:  secretplaceslasvegas and ShinySquirrelPodcast Copyright Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use  

⁠Narada Michael Walden ⁠is an EMMY and multi-GRAMMY winner who has produced hits for artists as diverse as Aretha Franklin, Steve Winwood, Ray Charles, Wynonna Judd, Whitney Houston, George Michael, Mariah Carey, Barbara Streisand, Lionel Ritchie, Lisa Fischer, Stevie Wonder, Tom Jones, Jeff Beck, The Temptations, and many others.  His music flows freely from pop, rock and soul, to the rarified realms of jazz, fusion and world music. With Jeff Beck, Narada wrote and played drums on the seminal album “Wired” that earned them both their first Gold Album.  His drumming credits also include his work with Mahavishnu Orchestra (1974-76), Journey, Allan Holdsworth and many others. In this episode, Narada talks about:     Joining Mahavishnu Orchestra     Performing without judgment     Drumming on Allan Holdsworth's album Velvet Darkness     Embracing new technology     Working with Sir George Martin       His producing style and being prepared ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Homepage

Narada Michael Walden is an EMMY and multi-GRAMMY winner who has produced hits for artists as diverse as Aretha Franklin, Steve Winwood, Ray Charles, Wynonna Judd, Whitney Houston, George Michael, Mariah Carey, Barbara Streisand, Lionel Ritchie, Lisa Fischer, Stevie Wonder, Tom Jones, Jeff Beck, The Temptations, and many others.  His music flows freely from pop, rock and soul, to the rarified realms of jazz, fusion and world music. With Jeff Beck, Narada wrote and played drums on the seminal album “Wired” that earned them both their first Gold Album.  His drumming credits also include his work with Mahavishnu Orchestra (1974-76), Journey, Allan Holdsworth and many others. In this episode, Narada talks about:     Joining Mahavishnu Orchestra     Performing without judgment     Drumming on Allan Holdsworth's album Velvet Darkness     Embracing new technology     Working with Sir George Martin       His producing style and being prepared ⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Here's our Homepage

zipbomb defeated, Optimizing ZFS for High-Throughput Storage Workloads, Open Source is one person, Omada SDN Controller on FreeBSD, Building a Simple Router with OpenBSD, Back to the origins, Enhancing Support for NAT64 Protocol Translation in NetBSD, and more NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines zipbomb defeated (https://www.reddit.com/r/openzfs/comments/1niu6h7/when_a_decompression_zip_bomb_meets_zfs_19_pb/) Optimizing ZFS for High-Throughput Storage Workloads (https://klarasystems.com/articles/optimizing-zfs-for-high-throughput-storage-workloads?utm_source=BSD%20Now&utm_medium=Podcast) News Roundup Open Source is one person (https://opensourcesecurity.io/2025/08-oss-one-person) Omada SDN Controller on FreeBSD (https://blog.feld.me/posts/2025/08/omada-on-freebsd) Back to the origins (https://failsafe.monster/posts/another-world/) Google Summer of Code 2025 Reports: Enhancing Support for NAT64 Protocol Translation in NetBSD (http://blog.netbsd.org/tnf/entry/gsoc2025_nat64_protocol_translation) Undeadly Bits j2k25 - OpenBSD Hackathon Japan 2025 (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250601104254) OpenSSH will now adapt IP QoS to actual sessions and traffic (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250818113047) Preliminary support for Raspberry Pi 5 (https://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250903064251) OpenBSD enters 7.8-beta (https://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250911045955) Full BSDCan 2025 video playlist(s) available (https://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250912124932) OpenBGPD 8.9 released (https://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250926141610) Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions Brad - a few things (https://github.com/BSDNow/bsdnow.tv/blob/master/episodes/632/feedback/Brad%20-%20a%20few%20things.md) Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow)

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army Lykke Li - I Follow Rivers (The Magician remix.) Jamiroquai - Little L Teddy Swims - Bads Dreams Fatboy Slim - Right Here Right Now Sombr - 12 To 12 Sabrina Carpenter - Tears Gnarls Barkley - Crazy Justin Timberlake - Can't Stop The Feeling Queen - Radio Ga Ga Lola Young - Messy Coldplay - Adventure Of A Lifetime Royal Republic - I'm So Excited Linkin Park - One Step Closer Placebo - The Bitter End Genesis - Jesus He Knows Me Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

FreeBSD Foundation Q2 2025 Status Update, Keeping Data Safe with OpenZFS, Ollama on FreeBSD Using GPU Passthrough, ClonOS, Preliminary support for Raspberry Pi 5, Sylve: Manage bhyve VMs and Clusters on FreeBSD, Preventing Systemd DHCP RELEASE Behavior, Call for testing - Samba 4.22, and more

Forget Domani? How would that be possible when we are reminded by both Connie Francis and Francis Albert Sinatra? Lots of film songs. Elvis regurgitates his "Pot Luck", Tom Jones talks about pretty, pussy ... cat lips, Lesley Gore talks about Sunshine Lollipops AND Rainbows, and ever more! #madeonzencastr. Support this podcast at the $6/month level on patreon to get extra content! Also, Create your own podcast today! #madeonzencastr

Chris, Nick, and Andy are joined by longtime friend Tom Kotul to break down "Love Me Tonight" by Tom Jones in 1969. 

Secure Boot for FreeBSD, Systems lie about their proper functioning, Teching the tech and rushing the endorphins, Passing a Device Into A FreeBSD Jail With A Stable Name, ZFS snapshots aren't as immutable as I thought, due to snapshot metadata, Let's write a peephole optimizer for QBE's arm64 backend, Migrate a Peertube instance from Debian to FreeBSD, and more NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines Secure Boot for FreeBSD (https://forums.FreeBSD.org/threads/how-to-set-up-secure-boot-for-freebsd.99169/) The Fundamental Failure-Mode Theorem: Systems lie about their proper functioning (https://devblogs.microsoft.com/oldnewthing/20250716-00/?p=111383) News Roundup Teching the tech and rushing the endorphins (https://vulcanridr.mataroa.blog/blog/teching-the-tech-and-rushing-the-endorphins) Passing a Device Into A FreeBSD Jail With A Stable Name (https://blog.feld.me/posts/2025/09/passing-device-freebsd-jail-with-stable-name/) ZFS snapshots aren't as immutable as I thought, due to snapshot metadata (https://utcc.utoronto.ca/~cks/space/blog/solaris/ZFSSnapshotsNotFullyImmutable) Let's write a peephole optimizer for QBE's arm64 backend (https://briancallahan.net/blog/20250901.html) Migrate a Peertube instance from Debian to FreeBSD (https://www.tumfatig.net/2025/migrate-a-peertube-instance-from-debian-to-freebsd) Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions -Steve - Interviews (https://github.com/BSDNow/bsdnow.tv/blob/master/631/feedback/Steve%20-%20Interviews.md) Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow)

Leute, ich warne euch lieber gleich: Nach dieser Folge werdet ihr für den Rest des Tages einen Ohrwurm haben. So wie ich, seit ich mit der Vorbereitung auf SASHA angefangen habe - „I'm So Lonely, Lo-lo-lo-lo-lonely...“ Sasha und seine Hits sind ein Core Memory meiner Jugend. In den späten 90er und frühen 00er Jahren war er dauerpräsent auf Viva und MTV und hat auch international eine steile Karriere hingelegt. Aber: Der Mann, den ihr vielleicht so wie ich vor allem als den immer gut gelaunten, lustigen Sunny Boy in Erinnerung habt - der Mann hatte auch schwere Krisen. Wie ist er damit umgegangen? Was ich auch nicht wusste: Schon Sashas Kindheit war alles andere als leicht. Seine Eltern haben innerhalb von 10 Jahren zwei Mal geheiratet und sich zwei Mal wieder getrennt. Wie ist aus ihm trotzdem der große Romantiker geworden? Oder war das alles fake und er selbst glaubt gar nicht an die große Liebe? Das hört ihr jetzt, hier kommt ‘ne gute Stunde mit Sasha. ►►► Deutschland3000 Instagram: @deutschland3000 https://www.instagram.com/deutschland3000 Sasha Instagram: @sasha.music https://www.instagram.com/sasha.music/ Eva Schulz Instagram: @evaschulz https://www.instagram.com/evaschulz/ ►►► Links folgen noch :) ►►► Redaktion: Merle Hömberg und Axel Schöning Gäste-Management: Axel Schöning Produktion: Merle Hömberg und Axel Schöning Social Media: Kim Vanessa Schang und das Sounddesign kommt von Soundquadrat.

The Death of Industrial Design, Host naming Convensions, Symbian reflections, bash timeouts, nvme vs ssds, a system to organize your life, and more. NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines The Death Of Industrial Design And The Era Of Dull Electronics (https://hackaday.com/2025/07/23/the-death-of-industrial-design-and-the-era-of-dull-electronics) Host Naming Convention (https://vulcanridr.mataroa.blog/blog/host-naming-convention) News Roundup Open, free, and completely ignored: The strange afterlife of Symbian (https://www.theregister.com/2025/07/17/symbian_forgotten_foss_phone_os/) TIL: timeout in Bash scripts (https://heitorpb.github.io/bla/timeout/) It seems like NVMe SSDs have overtaken SATA SSDs for high capacities (https://utcc.utoronto.ca/~cks/space/blog/tech/NVMeOvertakingSATAForSSDs) A system to organise your life (https://johnnydecimal.com) Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions - Nelson - Books (https://github.com/BSDNow/bsdnow.tv/blob/master/629/feedback/Nelson%20-%20books.md) Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow)

Put on your best private detective hat and prepare to get into character as we talk step into the Holodeck and prepare ourselves for inevitable disappointment. In ‘The Practical Joker,' the Enterprise computer gets wacky while Bones, Sulu and Uhura fail to enjoy a primitive Holodeck. In ‘My Way,' Odo uses AI to make girls like him and we get a lot of song and dance numbers (and the best IDW comics pitch) as we meet Vic Fontaine while in Strange New Worlds' Space Adventure Hour, La'an gets to beta-test the Holodeck and nearly kills everyone on the Enterprise doing so. Typical. Bloody Typical.Miles is a Jerk!

SHOW NOTES: The Practical Joker (07:50) My Way (28:49) Space Adventure Hour (55:03)

TALKING POINTS: The Knives, Doctor Who, the Southern Reach series (and the only film where Miles nearly wet himself in the cinema) Brighton Wok the Legend of Ganja Boxing, TAS actually pulling off some Shacting, Unfortunate stains, a noncanonical reason for Chekov's absence from TAS, Romulan pranks are usually pretty deadly, Hamboning, Odo secretly being a gossipy bitch, Miles and Charlie talk relationship advice, Tom Jones in Star Trek, we come up with the PERFECT IDW Comic pitch, Miles hates when 50s SF TV and Cinema is immediatly shown to be crap, The Last Frontier feels too mean spirited to be affectionate, the cast getting to play, Uhura and Scotty is a great contrast to Uhura at the start of Strange New Worlds, the L'an and Spock pairing seems weird and the show is obsessed with making us know Spock ***ks, Vulcan Walk of Shame, Charlie has tried to Riker a chair (Update: Charlie can still Riker a chair)

PEDANT'S CORNER: Top of the Pops and Old Grey Whistle Test are BBC Music shows, there was some BS about flags in the British News hence the strange tangent about flags. Neighbors and Home and Away are two long running Australian soap operas that were incredibly popular in the UK back in the day.

A Las Vegas based comedian, musical satirist and songwriter who regularly opened for Rodney Dangerfield, George Carlin, The Beach Boys, Tom Jones and Barry Manilow. 

Rick Stroud is joined once again by his old radio partner, Tom Jones, to discuss Baker Mayfield's performance in the Buccaneers first game, the team's winning culture under Todd Bowles, the dynamics of NFL teams, the impact of Aaron Rodgers on the Jets, and share personal travel stories related to sports journalism. The discussion wraps up with predictions for upcoming games and a look at the future of the Buccaneers and the Rays. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Rick Stroud is joined by Tom Jones from the Poynter Institute of Media Studies to discuss the over the top outrage at an AP voter who left South Florida off her latest ballot despite wins over 2 Top 25 teams. Plus Ryan Clark once again has to apologize to a co-worker for his comments. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

TVC 705.3: From August 2018: Chuck Harter and Ed remember The Music Scene (ABC, 1969), the short-lived music comedy series from the fall of 1969 that featured such top Billboard artists as The Beatles, James Brown, Neil Diamond, Three Dog Night, Tom Jones, Janis Joplin, Sly and The Family Stone—all performing live every week. Hosted by comedian David Steinberg, and also featuring a house band led by Patrick Williams and a regular improvisational comedy group that included a pre-Laugh-In Lily Tomlin, The Music Scene is mostly remembered today for its odd length (45 minutes).

Wil has made over 50 TV appearances with David Letterman, Jay Leno, Bill Maher and Johnny Carson and has shared the stage with the likes of Joan Rivers, Jerry Seinfeld, Jeff Foxworthy, Kevin Nealon, Loretta Lynn, Tom Jones, John Denver, Tony Bennett and Jay Leno.  Shriner co-stared opposite Joan Allen in the Academy Award nominated Peggy Sue Got Married, and made many appearances on television shows like HBO's Dream On, NBC's Search and Rescue and Amazing Stories.  Over the years, Shriner has hosted hundreds of hours of television, including his own Emmy-nominated talk show, The Wil Shriner Show. In addition to his five years of work on the Emmy-winning sitcom Frasier, Shriner has also directed episodes of, Everybody Loves Raymond, and The Gilmore Girls. 

FreeBSD Journal Summer 2025 Edition, Java hiding in plain sight, BSDCan 2025 Trip report, Call for testing OpenBSD webcams, recent new features in OpenSSH, Improved 802.11g AP compatibility check, and more NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines FreeBSD Journal April/May/June 2025 Edition (https://freebsdfoundation.org/our-work/journal/browser-based-edition/networking-3/) BSDCan 2025 Trip Report – Chuck Tuffli (https://freebsdfoundation.org/blog/bsdcan-2025-trip-report-chuck-tuffli/) News Roundup Call for testing: USB webcams (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250808083341) From Minecraft to Markets: Java Hiding in Plain Sight (https://freebsdfoundation.org/blog/from-minecraft-to-markets-java-hiding-in-plain-sight/) Recent new features in OpenSSH (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250802084523) NetBSD 11.0 release process underway (https://blog.netbsd.org/tnf/entry/netbsd_11_0_release_process) Interview: Nico Cartron Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow) Special Guest: Nico Cartron.

John Solomon welcomes Chairman Bryan Steil, who is leading the charge for election integrity in America. He discusses the ongoing ActBlue investigation, the importance of security protocols for online donations, and the legislative efforts to reform election processes. Congressman Steil emphasizes the need for reforms to ensure that voting is easy and secure, while also addressing the challenges of mail-in ballots and voter roll maintenance. Later, John is joined by Mike Howell, President of the Oversight Project, who discusses the recent revelations surrounding the Justice Department's concerns about President Biden's pardons and the implications of federal control in D.C. Finally, Tom Jones, president of the American Accountability Foundation, tackles the controversial actions of the IRS and its impact on political accountability. Tom shares his insights on the agency's troubling history of shutting down investigations into organizations like the Clinton Foundation and the implications of political bias within the IRS, the need for reform, the challenges facing conservative groups, and the importance of a fair and impartial tax system.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week I'm sitting down with Dr. Tom Jones, Executive Vice President of Global Awakening and Academic Dean of their seminary. Tom shares his incredible story of being called into ministry as a child, walking away for a season, and then being radically touched by God and launched into leadership at a young age.  We talk about what it looks like to wrestle with inadequacy, how to steward rapid growth, and the key qualities every leader must cultivate to stay faithful to God's call. You'll hear his powerful testimony of renewal and healing in his church, practical leadership wisdom, and encouragement for anyone navigating seasons of waiting or growth. __________________________________________________________   Ready for more? Here are 3 ways we can help you: 1)

This week on Life's a Beach, Alan Carr is joined by the brilliant Mark Bonnar (The Traitors, Dept Q, Line of Duty). Mark shares hilarious and heartfelt holiday stories — from seeking fortune in America at 18, to hippos, eating crocodile and getting engaged in Mexico. Alan and Mark also mention The Traitors, filming Napoleon with Joaquin Phoenix, Eurotrash, hidden gems in Edinburgh and there's even a classic Tom Jones tale. It's the perfect mix of travel, laughs and celebrity chaos! ⏱️ Timestamps00:00 Intro00:20 The Traitors02:15 Alan's downstairs loo03:20 Jet208:20 Seeking fortune in America age 1809:40 Hippos13:00 Holidaying with Sweet Maryjane18:30 Doing Napoleon with Joaquin Phoenix19:00 Hanging out with Mr Darcys21:15 Eurotrash23:20 Eating crocodile26:00 Dept Q, Grandpa Simpson and filming around Edinburgh28:00 Alan's Edinburgh hidden gem28:45 Holiday drinks and getting engaged in Mexico32:00 Where Mark wants to be at 100 years old34:15 Traitors and the gloamin35:15 Starting our descent – the quick fire round38:00 Tom Jones story ✈️ Subscribe for more holiday stories every week on Life's a Beach with Alan Carr! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Rick Stroud and Tom Jones on press box stories from covering teams and they debate the Top 50 players in Buccaneers History as they prepare to play their 50th season. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

There is thievery wherever there is a rat Democrat - and Shaun can prove it! PLUS, Tom Jones, President of the American Accountability Foundation, tells Shaun the same bad players are still in the IRS and emphasizes the need to put an end to it all! And Lt. Randy Sutton, 34-year law enforcement veteran and founder of The Wounded Blue, discusses the damage done to America's criminal justice system and the dangers of being a police officer in 2025. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Rick Stroud and Tom Jones back together to discuss covering Training Camps and stories from the past, A/C issues in the middle of a Florida summer and Baker Mayfield staring in commercials again. Rays get swept by the Yankees after their comeback attempt comes up short in extra innings. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tom Jones, President of the American Accountability Foundation, tells Shaun the same bad players are still in the IRS and emphasizes the need to put an end to it all!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's week 4 of Second Helpings and we were delighted to have our most requested guest, Sir Tom Jones, over to Lennie's for lamb shanks a lemon curd roulade and a chat about his album ‘Surrounded By Time' in 2021. We go way back and talk about Tom growing up in the 50's playing marbles falling in love and getting married at 16. We also hear about his beloved mother's corned beef pie. He reminisces about meals shared with Elvis Presley, Las Vegas bourbons with Frank Sinatra & Tom's son / manager Mark even makes an appearance telling us how his Dad isn't a very good cook..!! We loved having you Sir Tom, thank you! Enjoy! X Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.