Podcast appearances and mentions of Tom Selleck

The world's most interesting boss had a little run-in with someone who looked like Tom Selleck...or was it THE Tom Selleck?!

This week, we're throwing it back to our Season 3 episode as we gear up for Freakier Friday. Body swaps, early 2000s teen angst, and Chad Michael Murray's suspiciously greasy hair—Jackie and Danielle are rewinding to 2003's Freaky Friday for a nostalgia-soaked, laugh-out-loud ride through Disney's ultimate mother-daughter switcheroo. Joined by Alexa from Tickets, Please, the No More Late Fees crew dives into behind-the-scenes casting shakeups (Annette Bening and Tom Selleck, anyone?), the film's place in the Disney remake wave, and why Jamie Lee Curtis's comedic timing turned this into more than just another teen comedy. Expect fandom hot takes on the Anna vs. Tess dynamic, a deep dive into early 2000s fashion and soundtrack bangers, character arcs that hit differently now, and trivia gems that will make you want to rewatch immediately. We also break down the film's box office success, the enduring comfort-movie factor, and the moments that don't quite age as well. Whether you were Team Lindsay back in the day or just discovered the movie on Disney+, this episode is your all-access pass to one of the most rewatchable films of the Y2K era. If you love the episode, leave us a review, subscribe for more throwback movie fun, and share your favorite Freaky Friday moment with us.·Season 5 Episode 17·—No More Late Fees ⁠https://nomorelatefeespodcast.com⁠909-601-NMLF (6653)—Follow Us on Social:Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/nomorelatefees TikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@nomorelatefees Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/nomorelatefeesYoutubehttps://www.youtube.com/@nomorelatefees Twitterhttps://x.com/NoMoreLateFees —CONQUERing⁠⁠myconquering.com⁠⁠10% Off Code: JACKIE10—Tickets PleaseInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/ticketspleasepodTwitter: https://twitter.com/tixpleasepod TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ticketspleasepod 

Brian and Cargill get locked up with Tom Selleck, his mustache, and a murderer's row of character actors in An Innocent Man!This movie will hit you like a Sledgehammer. Support us on Patreon!

If you don't get baby fever from this episode you'd better check your pulse! This week Ty and Rach watch Three Men and a Baby. They delve into diapers, dresses, and drug deals?? Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg chillin with a baby and figuring it out. Just bros being bros. Pretty much Ty's dream. Bonus material included in this episode: Star Trek, man shaming, turkey basters, and ghost stories. Goodnight sweethearts it's time to go (listen)! 

Welcome to your home for "Meaningful Interviews". Hollywood and Beyond with Steven Brittingham Podcast Gregory Jbara Interview (Blue Bloods) Part 2 Produced, Edited, and Hosted by Cincinnati actor and writer                  Steven Brittingham Contact Steven: hollywoodandbeyondshow@gmail.com   On Part 2 of the Gregory Jbara interview on the podcast: A deep dive discussion of “Blue Bloods” includes memories of working with Tom Selleck, Bridget Moynahan, Donnie Whalberg, Abigail Hawk, and Robert Clohessy. In-depth Blue Bloods discussion!   Be sure to listen to Part 1 first as Gregory shares his early years in Michigan, winning a Tony Award, and landing a role on the police drama.   https://www.gregoryjbara.com/   https://www.hollywoodbeyond.net/   https://www.instagram.com/gregoryjbara/?hl=en   https://www.instagram.com/hollywoodandbeyondshow/?hl=en   https://www.instagram.com/stevenjbrittingham/?hl=en   Please leave us a Rating or a Review! Your support is appreciated.   Thank you for listening friends and listeners! See you on the next episode of Hollywood and Beyond Podcast.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

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Dave installed the latest beta of watchOS and found a new gesture that he really likes. I have one that I use a lot as well, so I'm not sure I'll change. Apple TV+ shows recieved an incredible amount of nominations for this year's Emmy Awards. The new tvOS now allows users to switch the keyboard to a grid, which is a welcome change. Show Notes: Cal Raleigh, man of the people, The Big Dumper, wins Home Run Derby watchOS 26. Flick it Apple gets an astonishing 81 Emmy nominations Apple TV lets you change your search keyboard from linear (one line, across the screen) to a grid ChatGPT and other AI services are basically killing @Iconfactory Shows and movies we're watching Mobland, Paramount+ Ballard, Prime Video, from the Bosch universe Ya Never Know, Tom Selleck autobiography

Is the pencil-thin mustache a bold fashion statement—or just a last resort for guys who can't grow a real one?In this razor-sharp and laugh-out-loud episode of The Ben and Skin Show, hosts Ben Rogers, Jeff “Skin” Wade, Kevin “KT” Turner, and Krystina Ray dive deep into the curious resurgence of the pencil-thin mustache. What starts as a casual observation quickly spirals into a hilarious, insightful, and occasionally absurd exploration of facial hair trends, generational grooming gaps, and the psychology behind the stache.The “Playboy Stash” vs. the “Porn Stash”KT reads from a GQ article that dubs the pencil-thin look the “Playboy stash”—a sleeker, more curated evolution of the classic Tom Selleck broom. As the lone female voice of reason, Krystina weighs in: “I've never liked the mustache. Mike knows to avoid it unless it's for a bit.” Her honesty cuts through the fuzz.Whether you're rocking a full beard, a baby face, or a barely-there stache, this episode is a hilarious and oddly insightful look at what your facial hair says about you. Come for the laughs, stay for the mustache metaphysics.

Meg looks into the death of Diane Ellsworth, one of the many copy cat medicinal poisonings following the Tylenol Murders. Jessica questions the many puzzling commentaries on gender, real estate, and the NYPD in 1987's blockbuster Three Men and a Baby.Please check out our website, follow us on Instagram, on Facebook, and...WRITE US A REVIEW HEREWe'd LOVE to hear from you! Let us know if you have any ideas for stories HEREThank you for listening!Love,Meg and Jessica

Episode Notes S6E21- Join us as we chat with award winning director Tim Gray. He'll be telling tales from his 40th WWII film "MILES, MORALE AND MEMORIES: BOB HOPE AND WWII" Tim Gray Recipient of of the American Public Television National Programming Excellence Award and 6 Regional Emmy Awards, Tim Gray and the non-profit World War II Foundation have produced 40 documentary films on the personal stories of World War II. Tim has received six regional Emmy Awards for his work and dozens of International film awards. Tim's films rank in the top five of most requested programs nationally by PBS affiliates. Tim's films are shot on location in Europe and the Pacific and narrated by celebrity voices, including Tom Brokaw, Gary Sinise, Paul Giamatti, Keith Morrison, Kevin Bacon, Darius Rucker, Josh Lucas, Dan Aykroyd, Jim Nantz, Luke Bryan, Liev Schreiber, Tom Selleck, and Bill Belichick. In 2012, Tim also raised money for and dedicated the Richard D. Winters Leadership Monument in Normandy, France. Tim also dedicated a plaque in Honolulu, Hawaii, in 2021, honoring Elvis Presley's role in helping to get the USS Arizona Memorial built at Pearl Harbor. In 2021, Tim was inducted into the State of Rhode Island's Hall of Fame. Tim has often appeared on national television, discussing the personal stories of World War II. The World War II Foundation has an additional eight films in various forms of production. In addition to airing in the United States, Tim's films also air internationally in Europe, Canada, and the Far East. HELPFUL LINKS: VETERANS: https://www.va.gov/.../mental-health/suicide-prevention/ ADDICTION: https://lp.recoverycentersofamerica.com/.../continuum-of.../ Due you know someone that has lost their lives due to addiction? Or even someone that has made a full recovery? Reach out to Johnny Whitaker so they can help to celebrate the lives lost/ lives recovered at overdoseawareness0831@gmail.com Follow our guest https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0336979/ https://wwiifoundation.org/bio-tim-gray/ Toking with the Dead: https://www.stilltoking.com/ ————————————— Follow Still Toking With and their friends! https://smartpa.ge/5zv1 ————————————— Produced by Leo Pond and The Dorkening Podcast Network Find out more at https://still-toking-with.pinecast.co Send us your feedback online: https://pinecast.com/feedback/still-toking-with/ded18707-ee57-4258-8b60-80e81090bca4

In celebration of Pride Month, John and Darin are watching In & Out, starring Kevin Kline, Tom Selleck, Joan Cusack, Matt Dillon, and Bob Newhart! [...]

Ah, the beloved Tom Selleck and his moustachio. Who could ever forget... other than this sleepy performance in this very forgettable comedy Her Alibi co-starring supermodel Paulina Porizkova! Do you like the same two jokes over and over again? Clownfights? Questionable age gaps? Then you'll love this movie! Next week: Lee Jr. What We've Been Watching: Night Call Novocaine Friendship Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.twitter.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/wwttpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Theme Song recorded by Taylor Sheasgreen: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/themotorleague⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Logo designed by Mariah Lirette: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.instagram.com/its.mariah.xo⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Montrose Monkington III: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.twitter.com/montrosethe3rd⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Her Alibi stars Tom Selleck, Paulina Porizkova, James Farentino, Hurd Hatfield, Victor Argo, Patrick Wayne, Tess Harper and William Daniels; directed by Bruce Beresford. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Idiots figure out that doing the splits in public never turns out well.  Tom Selleck misses out on Indiana Jones and being the third Idiot.  His career never recovered.  Ted shares his motivation on motivation.  

The Idiots take a trip down memory lane and run into Ricky Schroder.  Teds tips a woman n Japan to make sure she vsits Japan.  Mark hits another home run with his movie mention.  

Who is the best Tom? Welcome to VOLUME 175 of The Bracket. Kenjac is host alongside Gooch, Marty, Big Ev, Tommy Smokes and Clem Follow The Bracket ►TWITTER - https://twitter.com/BracketPod ►INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/thebracket/ Follow Kenjac ►TWITTER - https://twitter.com/JackKennedy ►INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/jackennedy/ ►TIKTOK - https://www.tiktok.com/@ken_jac Preview - (0:00) Intro - (0:19) Tom Cat vs Tom Holland - (4:12) Tom Hanks vs Tom Sawyer - (15:00) Tommy Lee Jones vs Tom Petty - (19:53) Cheah in - (24:24) Cheah in Winner vs Tom Cruise - (28:26) Tommy Lee vs Tom Hardy - (34:40) Thomas Edison vs Tom Clancy - (38:53) Tom Selleck vs Tommy Callahan - (45:08) Tom Wambsgans vs Tom Brady - (49:41) Playoffs - (56:06) Finals - (1:12:51) Download the Gametime app today and use code BRACKET for $20 off your first purchase #TomCruise #TomHanks #barstoolsportsYou can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/lightscamerabarstool

In this episode David explains the benefit of showing up and doing your job day in day out.  He recalls how Tom Selleck has become an acclaimed actor by doing just that, he keeps believing and keeps working hard.

We're revisiting Ted's conversation with a true gentleman, the great Tom Selleck! In his first-ever podcast appearance, he spoke with Ted about getting discovered, Magnum, P.I., the time he auditioned for Mae West, and the “Three Men and a Baby” ghost rumors. His memoir “You Never Know” is out now. We'll be back next week with an all-new episode! To help those affected by the Southern California wildfires, make a donation to World Central Kitchen today. Like watching your podcasts? Visit http://youtube.com/teamcoco to see full episodes. 

The guys just can't stop comedians from showing up in Dave's garage. This week, local great (and new friend) Cory Gee, who spent countless hours prepping with our old episodes, and zero seconds fitting right in. As expected, the guys cover a wide range of topics, but it seems like all roads lead back to Tom Selleck.  --- #comedypodcast #RIcomedy #podernfamily #corygee #ricomedyconnection #tomselleck #elizabetholsen #fingerlingpotatoes www.needlesstosaypodcast.com www.ntspodcastgear.com

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Tom Selleck for the win!

Tom Selleck stars as an aging baseball player who tries to rebuild his career playing in Japan. Co-starring Dennis Haysbert, Ken Takakura and Aya Takanashi.

Jonah Goldberg is rolling like a stone through Ivy League speaking events and is holed up in New Haven to conduct an AMA with the one and only Chris Stirewalt. Topics range from marmot taxonomy, Tom Selleck's career ethics, Maserati salesman attire, and of course, rank punditry galore. Show Notes: —Continue your education on The Gay Place —Jonah for the Los Angeles Times: “Gov. Whitmer's party should learn from what she did in the Oval Office” —Ross Douthat for the New York Times: “It's Trump's Revolution” The Remnant is a production of The Dispatch, a digital media company covering politics, policy, and culture from a non-partisan, conservative perspective. To access all of The Dispatch's offerings—including Jonah's G-File newsletter, regular livestreams, and other members-only content—click here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

No, we're not watching cowboy Tom Selleck in the Outback. We're watching Gary Busey act like a dog in a Christian propaganda movie with the director of Longlegs. It's Quigley on this week's episode of They Called This a Movie. Join us as we discuss Gary Busey's trajectory from Oscar-nominated actor to unhinged maniac, praise the dog's acting ability, and question the quality of video games in the movie. The Patreon page is now live and you can check it out at Patreon.com/TCTAMPod.Find us on Bluesky, Instagram, and Threads @TCTAMPod and on TikTok @theycalledthisamovie.Our theme music was written and performed by Dave Katusa. He can be found on Instagram @dkat_productions.

Entering the NFL draft every team has needs and they do their best to try and fulfill them. Whether you are a dynasty or a team trying to have a winning season, in the words of ESPN 30 for 30 narrator and actor Tom Selleck, “There comes a time after every draft when names on a page become careers on a field, and teams must face the consequences of their choices.”  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We are going to wrap up our Sci-Fi month with a little known Tom Selleck flick called Runaway.Follow us @reviewedtodeathAd music: Alone Together by Creatormix.comSpooky Movies by Gary PaxtonAll additional  music provided by Groove Witness - ⁠www.groovewitness.us⁠Create your ⁠podcast⁠ today! #madeonzencasterSounds effects provided by zapsplat.comRead our companion written reviews - imgur.com/user/trojaSpaceBandit

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Bill Horan and Matthew Leonard talk with a playwright, screenwriter, and television writer and producer, whose credits include the stage plays Key Exchange, Mr. & Mrs., and Cruise Control, and the screenplays for Working Girl, True Colors, Mr. Baseball, Junior, Meet Joe Black, and Maid in Manhattan. For television, he has served as the showrunner, executive producer, and backseat driver of the CBS drama Blue Bloods since 2011 - and he is from Long Island   His name is Kevin Wade, and he is also the author of a new novel titled “JOHNNY CARELESS.”

After getting lots of requests for Kiss albums, Aaron and Bryon tackle what might be the most hair metal Kiss album of them all, Animalize! Learn about the impact of Tom Selleck and Michael Bolton on this platinum-selling slab of rock, and we get the return of a special guest!

Send us a textGeorge Feltenstein joins us to reveal the Warner Archive's exciting plans for the Looney Tunes Collector's Vault series and discuss their ongoing preservation efforts for classic animation and film.• Collector's Vault Volume 1 will feature 50 fully restored cartoons - double the content of previous collections• First disc contains 25 cartoons never before released in remastered form• Second disc includes 25 shorts previously only on DVD, now in HD• Warner's preservation team is actively working to resurrect the original Bugs Bunny Show from 1960-62• Both Pepe Le Pew and Speedy Gonzales will appear in the new collection• Complete cartoon list will be announced in a month or so• Review of Gabriel Over the White House (1933) - a politically prescient drama with Walter Huston• Review of Last Stand at Sabre River (1997) - Tom Selleck stars in this TNT Western based on Elmore Leonard's novelPurchase Links:Pre-order THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP: A LOONEY TUNES MOVIE Blu-rayGABRIEL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE (1933) Blu-rayLAST STAND AT SABER RIVER (1997) Blu-raySupport for these releases ensures Warner will continue preserving and releasing more classic animation and films from their vast library.REVIEW - THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP: A LOONEY TUNES MOVIE with Tim Millard, host of The Extras Podcast. The Extras Facebook pageThe Extras Twitter Warner Archive & Warner Bros Catalog Group As an Amazon Affiliate, The Extras may receive a commission for purchases through our purchase links. There is no additional cost to you, and every little bit helps us in the production of the podcast. Thanks in advance. Otaku Media produces podcasts, behind-the-scenes extras, and media that connect creatives with their fans and businesses with their consumers. Contact us today to see how we can work together to achieve your goals. tim@theextras.tv

I get to dissect some respectable telefilms starring Tom Selleck as the titular JESSE STONE.   How stacked is the cast of these films? How many did they make? And are they actually a cut above the cookie-cutter TV formula?  Lock N' Load for Robert B. Parker's Massachusetts set thrill ride!   SONGS USED:  "Harmful or Fatal" by Kevin MacLeod. Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/   "Heavy Heart" by Kevin MacLeod. Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/                       MAIN LINKS:  LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/JURSPodcast Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/JackedUpReviewShow/ Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2452329545040913 Twitter: https://twitter.com/JackedUpReview  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jacked_up_podcast/        SHOW LINKS: YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCIyMawFPgvOpOUhKcQo4eQQ   iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-jacked-up-review-show-59422651/   Podbean: https://jackedupreviewshow.podbean.com   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7Eg8w0DNympD6SQXSj1X3M   Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jacked-up-review-show-podcast/id1494236218   RadioPublic: https://radiopublic.com/the-jacked-up-review-show-We4VjE   Overcast: https://overcast.fm/itunes1494236218/the-jacked-up-review-show-podcast   Google Podcasts: https://podcasts.google.com/?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy9hNDYyOTdjL3BvZGNhc3QvcnNz   Anchor:  https://anchor.fm/s/a46297c/podcast/rss   PocketCasts: https://pca.st/0ncd5qp4   CastBox:  https://castbox.fm/channel/The-Jacked-Up-Review-Show-Podcast-id2591222   Discord:  https://discord.com/channels/796154005914779678/796154006358851586         #MovieReview #FilmTwitter #PodFamily #PodcastersOfInstagram #Movies #Film #Cinema #Music #Reviews #Retrospect #Podcasts #MutantFam #MutantFamily #actionmystery #bmovies #scifihorror #truecrime #historydramas #warmovies #podcastcollabs #hottakes #edgy #cultmovies #nsfw #HorrorFam #badass 

Welcome back to Bubbles' Mushrooms! This week we have a great episode lined up for you all to enjoy! Sunday Mornin' Steve is back, not as a guest but as a regular visitor to the program. Since Steve is here we make sure to talk about Jesus, Fake Fan Ann's weird monster truck, vehicular edging, Ikea and the 2025 World of Winter BeatBattle. Jac and Luke went to visit the birds at the Blandford Nature Center and get the green screen from the local library, Edward is letting captured wild animals go at the local country club / golf course and Steve's robot vacuum keeps attacking his family. We also talk about movies with Sylvester Stallone and Tom Selleck, going to the zoo and World Book. This week's fun game activity is guessing different kinds of animals! Edward has lots of clues for the rest of us to try to guess! Some of the animals are from Africa and some of them are from Asian. Find out who wins the big game this week on Bubbles' Mushrooms. Follow us on Instagram, TikTok and Facebook @bubbmush and be sure to email us at bubbmush@gmail.com - Thanks for checking out the show!

We're heading back to Hawaii to join the infamous Private Eye, Thomas Magnum! Tom Selleck and his mustache return to the show to wow us with his detective prowess, but he's not doing it alone this time. Since this season is all about crossovers, we're also joined by J.B. Fletcher! That's right, Angela Landsbury of Murder, She Wrote is also in Hawaii! Does she help? Is this still Magnum's show at the end? Find out tonight!Next week, You're going to watch the second half of this crossover extravaganza with Murder, She Wrote - S3E8. Streaming on Peacock and Amazon Prime.Send us feedback about the show on BlueSky at @thosedaysshow.bsky.social or email us thosewerethedaysshow@gmail.comFollow us on socials!StephenAmyAudieTvsTravisThose Were The Days on BlueSkySend us a SpeakPipe!Support 2Dorks on PatreonJoin us every Monday at 9pm ET on Twitch to watch live! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tread Perilously's 1980s flashback month continues with an episode of Magnum P.I. called "Kiss of the Sabre." When Magnum is evicted from the guest house, he gets to know its new inhabitant: novice writer Betty Windom. Constantly suffering writer's block during her attempts to plot a tale of superspy Sebastian Sabre, she decides to butt into Magnum's latest case. Is a simple job verifying details of an insurance claim more than it seems? Magnum doesn't think so, but when Betty sees him nearly killed by a backhoe, it becomes clear things are not so cut-and-dry. And, maybe, it is the exact thing Sebastian Sabre needs. Erik immediately declares the episode to be a broadcast version of an Andy Sedaris movie. Another bevy of guest stars suggests the real reason he chose this episode. Justin's attempt to recall the premise of Magnum P.I. leads in strange directions. The pair doubt star Tom Selleck could have launched the Indiana Jones film series. They also evaluate Magnum's case and the Sabre story it inspired. Justin suggests a reason for the cast to play their regular parts and the characters in Betty's book. The first digression into Better Off Dead of 2025 occurs. Guest star Patrick Collins earns his name and Erik completely fails to create a Howard Cosell impression.

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Ryan is a Christian cult leader, Amy doesn't want to be gay anymore, something happened at the pool, Ryan's friend's step-dad showed himself, Peewee's gay, Amy met Raffi, we get horn over Tom Selleck, Amy plays a cringe game at her step-moms birthday, Ryan's dad looks good in sweatpants, we discuss jarlic, instagram stop changing things, accidentally put a cry emoji on a death announcement, Ryan has BO and they're letting him know, Axe body spray, massive tub of lube, Merci for being you chocolates, a listener PLT story for the books, Ryan got caught experimenting as a child, A PLT listener puts tiger bomb on the wrong parts, Ryansi going to hell because he only has one real ball, and we play an iconic game of 90's tv show characters! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

You gotta protect the McNuggets! Welcome back to a special request episode from our #1 super fan Mr CDW where we watch 2005's The Longest Yard. Topics include what Marcus has been watching, Courtney Cox (mainly her titties), Ben Affleck, prison punishments, college football and Race in sports. We also discuss Burt Reynolds vs Tom Selleck and Curt call Marcus to the carpet for being difficult towards film and tv. Let us know your thoughts on IG @youwatchinpodcast or our Facebook fan page.

"More Cowbell" with The Groovy Cats Brandie Barclay and Tina Hillstrom, joining Seth in studio for the full hour to discuss "Making America Healthy Again" with Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., President Trump's nominee for Secretary of Health and Human Services (HHS), and his Senate confirmation hearing this morning. Happy 80th Birthday to Magnum, P.I. himself, Tom Selleck. Top Movies and Immigration.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textA Super Bowl rematch from two years ago, the greatness of Patrick Mahomes, and can UConn basketball get back on track?Allswell - Your Dream Bed Starts HereFree delivery on your first order over $35.Instacart - Groceries delivered in as little as 1 hour.Free delivery on your first order over $35.Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

Michael Curtis joined me to talk Saturday Morning cartoons; going to SDSU Film Corps; having a local Emmy nominated public access sketch show; working on Return of the Killer Tomatoes; being a PA for many films, then an AD; meeting his partner Greg Mahlins; pitching and an episode of Dream On; a story for The Wonder Years; joining the writing staff of Great Scott with Tobey Maguire; writing The Making of ... and God Spoke, a cult classic; writing for Don Rickles on Daddy Dearest; Diane English being out of touch on Double Rush; play a cop in Who's Harry Crumb; working with Peter & David Paul and Martin Mull; getting a PhD from the Universal Life Church; getting hired on Friends; The Super Bowl episode with Jean Claude Van Damme and Brooke Shields; writing "The One Where Ross & Rachel. ...You Know"; writing the Ms. Chanandler Bong joke; Tom Selleck; how hard it was to write the "Rachel Smokes" episode; Princess Leia episode has a fan in George Lucas; a censored joke; Young Tony Danza; leaving due to exhaustion; going to Work with Me with Kevin Pollack; sneaking on to The Grinch set; The Weber Show; Nikki; writing the Joe Schmo Show; writing a pilot for Dane Cook; Love, Inc.; making three pilots for the Jonas Brothers Show; working with the boys; Fred Savage; moving to Italy; Italian health care system; People learning English from Friends; seeing the talent in Olivo Rodrigo; working with Jake Paul

Ped & Burk welcome on Brad Elder for the intro of this episode. The boys talk about embarrassing wedding bouquet tosses, a crazy new reality tv show and dumb dating catch phrases, analyzing our own dating phrases. Is "Mario" the brothers' last name?! Restaurant bacon is pathetic except for Embassy Suites. It's time for steel toe indoor slippers. Does Adam have tourettes? Who are the hottest guys on earth? And so much more! Ped and Burk then draft the best football movies before closing it out with a 90s road trip companion. BLUE 42! HUT HUT! Intro Music "Upbeat" by Jon Luc Hefferman (No changes  were  made)  License Link    (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/legalcode) Outro Music    "Quittin' Time" by Patrick Lee (No changes were made) License Link    (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/legalcode)

Man proposes to/worships woman. Supers, Calls: CA fires, water, corruption. "MTF" person doesn't fit in your box!The Hake Report, Friday, January 10, 2025 ADTIMESTAMPS* (0:00:00) Start* (0:01:06) Greggatron Coffee: Beta proposal* (0:09:05) Greggatron, Hake being stupid funny* (0:11:08) Coffee numerology* (0:12:05) Adam Carolla thinking demon-rats wake up. Pasadena?* (0:16:57) FE debunked. Fire, smoke: CA! Crissy Teigan* (0:20:59) Not waking up. Sion coffee!* (0:23:41) Hey, guys! Stay with it tee* (0:28:27) MICHAEL, Canada: My liberal date supervisor* (0:39:17) MICHAEL: Fires* (0:45:48) WILLIAM, CA: FE fascination* (0:48:04) WILLIAM: News, fires, leaders, goats, cows* (0:54:23) WILLIAM: Sherri Laverne Dalton, Fani Willis connection?* (1:00:19) ANTHONY, CA: Water owners, California corruption* (1:19:18) Coffee tips: MLK, Numerology debate* (1:20:56) BILLY, MA, 1st: Mess in CA, MA* (1:26:48) ARI, Canada: Fires, tunnels? Trump* (1:33:48) Tom Selleck, supers…* (1:35:08) Coffee: "Short King" embarrassed them* (1:38:33) News: Destruction, Sentencing, TikTok, Crime, Climate* (1:40:57) Jimmy Carter, RIP* (1:45:18) MTF Tremayne Carroll, not in a box.* (1:52:18) ex-MTF, Walt Heyer on JLP!* (1:55:37) Closing* (1:56:27) Squad Five-O - Days of My Youth - 1998 - Fight the SystemLINKSBLOG https://www.thehakereport.com/blog/2025/1/10/the-hake-report-fri-1-10-25PODCAST / Substack HAKE NEWS from JLP https://www.thehakereport.com/jlp-news/2025/1/10/hake-news-fri-1-10-25Hake is live M-F 9-11a PT (11-1CT/12-2ET) Call-in 1-888-775-3773 https://www.thehakereport.com/showVIDEO YouTube - Rumble* - Facebook - X - BitChute - Odysee*PODCAST Substack - Apple - Spotify - Castbox - Podcast Addict*SUPER CHAT on platforms* above or BuyMeACoffee, etc.SHOP - Printify (new!) - Spring (old!) - Cameo | All My LinksJLP Network: JLP - Church - TFS - Nick - Joel - Punchie Get full access to HAKE at thehakereport.substack.com/subscribe

Erin and Paul review two films about unlikely trios of caregivers forced to watch over a newborn baby: Leonard Nimoy's 1987 comedy hit 3 MEN AND A BABY, and Satoshi Kon's 2003 animated holday classic TOKYO GODFATHERS. Plus: we reveal the directors and actors whose work we have discussed the most over the course of 450+ episodes of podcasting.

Did you ever think you were watching one movie and ended up seeing another? That's the horror our wonderful guest comedian and comic writer Kristal Adams faced, thinking she was going to watch Rescuers Down Under and instead having to sit through Quigley Down Under.  Kristal joins us to tell her harrowing tale as we break down Tom Selleck's last desperate attempt to make his Indiana Jones dreams come true. We discuss the inherit problems with the Western, Cameron shows off his Alan Rickman impression, and much more.  Kristal's comic Mutiny: Black Girl Magic is a must read! The second issue just wrapped on Kickstarter and you absolutely need to grab a copy when they drop. She's also co-owner of FairSquare Comics which publishes some amazing books that tell the kinds of stories we need more of. Find everything she has going on at @thedarkkristal on IG and TikTok.  We've got more episodes dropping soon, including our best of 2024 round ups and our annual Holiday episode. Keep up with everything at @whitepeoplewontsaveyoupod on IG and TIkTok and on our last days of Twitter @white_pod! 

On today's episode of The Therapy Crouch, Abbey and Peter's festive feelings are still in full swing as they discuss how to perfect the Christmas party seasonHowever, before the they reveal their top tips on not getting sacked during the office night out, Peter has a very bold new look that he would like to hear all your opinions on - is he giving Tom Selleck vibes?!Aside from the bold new look, Abbey and Peter are giving their attention to the Christmas party season and how to nail it without finding a P45 in your pigeon hole the following Monday!From party planning and preparation to life quotes that change your life - Abbey and Peter don't pull any punches when it comes to nailing this season's festive period. And, in Agony Ab section, we hear from a woman who is struggling to pass gas in her new relationship, and from a woman who's found love in the most unlikely of locations. Enjoy this week's Therapy Crouch! 00:00 Intro05:37 Deck the Halls08:24 Domestic Dynamics 12:17 New Podcast Set17:26 Body Image 21:07 Emotive Emojis24:40 Harry Potter32:28 Party Planning 42:05 Agony AbsTo contact us: Email: thetherapycrouch@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ thetherapycrouchpodcast/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/ @thetherapycrouch Website: https://thetherapycrouch.com/ For more from Peterhttps://twitter.com/petercrouchFor more from Abbeyhttps://www.instagram.com/abbeyclancyOur clips channelhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZntcv96YhN8IvMAKsz4Dbg Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Amber welcomes Def Dave back for another classic from 1984. On this episode, they examine the near-future advanced world of robots in every home, Kiss musician-turned villain Gene Simmons' hair, and Tom Selleck's popularity in Michael Crichton's sci-fi classic celebrating its 40th anniversary, Runaway!For exclusive episodes and content, check out A Film By... Podcast on our Patreon with a FREE 7-day trial. You can also sign up as a free member! Check out www.afilmbypodcast.com/ for more information.Email us at afilmbypodcast@gmail.com with your questions, comments, and requests.Find us on Instagram, X, and Facebook @afilmbypodcast.

While Lydia and Tim have been busy on their respective tours, finding time to record new episodes has been challenging. In the meantime,  take a trip down memory lane revisiting a memorable moment from the early days. Shortly after arriving in Los Angeles in January of 2019, Lydia and Tim sat down with the legendary burlesque star and actress, Kitten Natividad. In this candid conversation, Kitten shares how she transitioned from a conventional career to burlesque, her experiences with director Russ Meyer, and her fond memories of Tom Selleck and Sean Penn's bachelor party. Sadly, in 2022, Kitten passed away. welcomed Lydia and Tim into her home as they navigated the early challenges of podcasting. She was cheerful, whip smart, and very very funny.  

What would you do if your dream seemed just out of reach? In this episode, Darren shares the remarkable story of Tom Selleck, who, before becoming a household name, faced a major setback that could've ended his career. But instead of giving up, he created his own opportunity which lead to his big break with "Magnum P.I." Join Darren as he reveals how humility and perseverance can lead to unexpected breakthroughs. Get more personal mentoring from Darren each day. Go to DarrenDaily at http://darrendaily.com/join to learn more.

On this week's Film Sack, we talk about Daughters of Satan! Daughters of Satan is a 1972 American horror film directed by Hollingsworth Morse and written by John C. Higgins. The film stars Tom Selleck, Barra Grant, Tani Guthrie, Paraluman, Vic Silayan and Vic Díaz. The film was released by United Artists in the fall of 1972, screening as a double feature with Superbeast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.