Podcasts about Tribble

We weren't able to record this past week (because...reasons) but, luckily, we had a new ESCAPE POD episode in our pack pockets (almost) ready to release! In this episode, Geeky Dads Marc and Brien join up with Chris and Tristan Ham from the Get Your Shine Box Podcast to talk all things geeky that we liked and disliked in 2025 and we talk all about the geeky things we're looking forward to in the coming year! We're calling ourselves The TRIBBLE ALLIANCE...we would be honored if you would join us!

Mack opens the show with a heartfelt appreciation on the life and passing of James Van Der Beek, who portrayed a character that affected him greatly when he was in high school. Then the guys delve into three episodes that celebrated the 25th anniversary and the 30th anniversary of Star Trek; Unification from TNG, Flash Back from Voyager, and Trials and Tribble-ations from DS9. They explore how each show used existing story lines in their shows to help bring appreciation for the TOS before it. Mack acknowledges how the writers did their best to honor what Star Trek was by carrying the torch faithfully. And he may have made a derisive remark about Starfleet Academy. #StarTrekAnniversary #TNG #Unification #DS9 #Trialsandtribbilations #Voyager #Flashforward #JamesVanDerBeek #DawsonsCreek ---------------- Visit our site! https://www.thosescifiguys.com Buy Mack's latest book Hey Stranger here: https://a.co/d/6ZHZZMX Contact: Email: Thosescifiguys@gmail.com X: @thosescifiguys, @PSMcKay Facebook: Those Sci-Fi Guys

Welcome back to Not A Bomb! —the podcast where we resurrect cinema's most infamous box office disasters and ask the burning question: was it really that bad? We're celebrating five years of cinematic redemption.For the month of January, Not A Bomb asks a very important cinematic question: what happens when actors decide that being in front of the camera just isn't enough and take a shot at directing themselves? In the latest episode of Not A Bomb Podcast, we boldly go where many fans wish the franchise hadn't with Star Trek V: The Final Frontier. William Shatner steps fully into the captain's chair — pulling double (and triple) duty as director, co-writer, and star — and the results are… complicated. We break down Shatner's ambitions behind the camera, the notoriously troubled production, studio interference, budget issues, and how a film built around big ideas about faith and God ultimately became one of the most debated — and often maligned — entries in the Star Trek film series.Joining us for this journey beyond the galactic barrier is Sammy from The Gentlemen's Guide to Midnight Cinema, who helps us ask the forbidden question: is Star Trek V really as bad as its reputation? While the film is frequently labeled one of the worst in the franchise, we dig into its themes, character moments, and oddball sincerity to see if there's a misunderstood Trek hiding beneath the camp, chaos, and infamous missteps. Strap in, grab your favorite Tribble, and prepare for a spirited reassessment of one of Star Trek's most controversial adventures.Want to help support the show? Head over to the Not A Bomb Tee Public store and check our merchandise. Special thanks to Ted Blair for the amazing designs!We're committed to hearing your feedback and suggestions. If there's a cinematic flop you'd like us to delve into, please reach out to us at NotABombPod@gmail.com or through our contact page. Your reviews and feedback are what drive us. If you enjoy our content, consider leaving a review on Apple Podcast or Spotify.Cast: Brad, Troy

The new Rural Health Transformation Program aims to improve “healthcare access, quality, and outcomes” with $50 billion aimed at making changes to the healthcare delivery ecosystem. Keeping an eye on the state applications, the federal money awarded and how it will be used is Sarah Jane Tribble, lead rural health reporter at KFF Health News.On this episode of “Conversations on Health Care,” hosts Mark Masselli and Margaret Flinter speak with Tribble as she offers a clear-eyed look at what this funding can and cannot do.“This funding came as part of the big tax and spending bill, at a moment when rural America was facing deep Medicaid cuts,” Tribble explains. “The conversation in Congress was that this would help make up for those losses.”But she warns that transparency and accountability will determine whether the program succeeds.“I want to see the full applications posted publicly,” Tribble says. “We need to be able to hold officials accountable and make sure rural Americans are actually getting the benefit Congress intended.”The conversation also surfaces some unexpected ideas tucked inside state proposals. From drones delivering prescriptions in Alaska to robotics improving maternity care in Alabama, states are experimenting with technology to reach communities where in-person care is scarce and broadband access remains unreliable.At the heart of the discussion is a larger question about expectations.“I don't want anyone to hear ‘better than nothing' when we talk about rural health care,” Tribble says. “I don't want my grandmother or my mother to have better than nothing. I want them to have the best standard of care.”See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

No podcast do Balde do Odo de hoje, Mariana “Kira” Gamberger, Luiz “Morn” Castanheira e Alexandre Bortuluci estão de volta para discutir sobre o sexto episódio da quinta temporada de Deep Space Nine, “Trials and Tribble-ations”. Em comemoração aos 30 anos de Jornada nas Estrelas, DS9 homenageia a Série Clássica fazendo uma revisita ao episódio The Trouble With Tribbles. Ouça em nosso player agora ou baixe nos agregadores de podcast. Acompanhe o Trek Brasilis nas redes sociais para ficar por dentro de todas as novidades de Star Trek: YouTube | Telegram | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | TikTok Para saber mais sobre Deep Space Nine, acesse o Guia de Episódios de Deep Space Nine! O post Balde do Odo #106 Trials and Tribble-ations apareceu primeiro em Trek Brasilis.

Heute gehen wir in den Zoo, vor und hinter die Absperrung. Mit unserer wunderbaren Gästin Bettina betrachten wir wie in Star Trek die Grenzen verschwimmen und ob überhaupt jemand über anderen steht – gut, ggf. auf der Menükarte.

It's our last episode of 2025 and you already know we had to get in y'alls business once again! In this episode, Khadeen, Devale, Matt, Josh and Tribble answer your questions and give some unhinged advice. Dead Ass. Watch the full video version early on Patreon! Go to https://Patreon.com/EllisEverAfter to see the After Show and more exclusive Ellis Ever After video content. And find us on social media at @EllisEverAfterPodcast, @khadeeniam and @iamdevale, @joshua_dwain @_matt.ellis, @tribbzthecool. And if you’re listening on Apple podcasts, be sure to rate, review and subscribe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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

It's game night! Khadeen, Devale, Matt, Josh and Tribble get down and dirty with some fun games that reveal some big secrets! Dead Ass. Watch the full video version early on Patreon! Go to https://Patreon.com/EllisEverAfter to see the After Show and more exclusive Ellis Ever After video content. And find us on social media at @EllisEverAfterPodcast, @khadeeniam and @iamdevale, @joshua_dwain @_matt.ellis, @tribbzthecool. And if you’re listening on Apple podcasts, be sure to rate, review and subscribe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

PRO S02E13 – „A Tribble Called Quest“: Bosonit fürs Sternenbasteln, Tribbles in Übergröße, Dr. K'ruvangs Ehrenquest – und Bribble, das Laborwunder. Wir sprechen über Kanon (TOS/TAS/PIC), Popper-Style Wissenschaft („Irrtum als Motor“), Klingonensong statt Phaserfeuer und warum Prodigy weiterhin zwischen Zielgruppen pendelt. #StarTrekProdigy #ATribbleCalledQuest #Tribbles #Klingons #VoyagerA #Chakotay #Janeway #DiscoveryPanel #StarTrek #SciFi #Podcast

You can't truly know the world, if you haven't seen the world. In this episode, Khadeen, Devale, Matt, Josh and Tribble discuss the importance of travel. Because nothing beats a jet 2 holiday. Dead Ass. Watch the full video version early on Patreon! Go to https://Patreon.com/EllisEverAfter to see the After Show and more exclusive Ellis Ever After video content. And find us on social media at @EllisEverAfterPodcast, @khadeeniam and @iamdevale, @joshua_dwain @_matt.ellis, @tribbzthecool. And if you’re listening on Apple podcasts, be sure to rate, review and subscribe.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Want to support the podcast? Join our Patreon or buy us a coffee. As an independent podcast, Shakespeare Anyone? is supported by listeners like you. In this episode, we begin by exploring how Prospero's magic in The Tempest reflects early modern grimoire traditions—a form of ritual magic rooted in books, incantations, and precise ceremonial practice, especailly as compared to the types of magic we discussed in our Macbeth episodes. We examine how Shakespeare's depiction of Prospero's art, Prospero's relationship with Ariel, and the creation and disappearance of the masque parallel descriptions of grimoire magical practices found in a grimoire manuscript from the late 1500s. From there, we examine how The Tempest itself mirrors the alchemical process, moving through symbolic stages of separation, purification, and reconciliation. By tracing how the structure of the play parallels the alchemist's pursuit of transformation, we uncover how Shakespeare weaves together the worlds of science, faith, and magic to create a story of power, renewal, and artful creation. Shakespeare Anyone? is created and produced by Kourtney Smith and Elyse Sharp. Music is "Neverending Minute" by Sounds Like Sander. For updates: join our email list, follow us on Instagram at @shakespeareanyonepod or visit our website at shakespeareanyone.com You can support the podcast by becoming a patron at patreon.com/shakespeareanyone, buying us coffee, or by shopping our bookshelves at bookshop.org/shop/shakespeareanyonepod (we earn a small commission when you use our link and shop bookshop.org). Find additional links mentioned in the episode in our Linktree. Works referenced: Folger Shakesepeare Library. “Book of Magic, with Instructions for Invoking Spirits, Etc, ca. 1577-1583. [Manuscript].” Digital Collections, Folger Shakepeare Library, digitalcollections.folger.edu/bib228887-238418. Accessed 5 Oct. 2025. Simonds, Peggy Muñoz. “‘My Charms Crack Not': The Alchemical Structure of ‘The Tempest.'” Comparative Drama, vol. 31, no. 4, 1997, pp. 538–70. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/41153887. Accessed 5 Oct. 2025.   Tribble, Evelyn. “'A Strange, Hollow, and Confused Noise': Prospero's 'Start' and Early Modern Magical Practices." Shakespeare Quarterly, Volume 72, Issue 3-4, Fall-Winter 2021, Pages 229–253, https://doi.org/10.1093/sq/quac016

This week in Queer Urban Dictionary, Kris explains the gender-inclusive pronoun per, while Shana celebrates the “ace of hearts.” Then we're joined by comedian, host, producer, and professional catfish Tribble (Ellis Ever After, Ask Tribble Inc.) We get into the wild world of queer relationships, accountability panels, and why women need to chill when it comes to “dabbling in the dark arts" (aka straight women in queer experiences). Plus, Tribble gives us the tea on what's missing (and what's overdone) in podcasting, their approach to dating, and the myth that only studs and white women get to be the “cool lesbians.” Of course, we wrap up with Bad Queer Opinions and shoutouts — from a NatGeo docuseries on Hurricane Katrina to safe queer spaces like As You Are DC, and parties by Queer Aunties + Club Cleo.Share your Am I A Bad Queer? hereSupport the showPATREON: patreon.com/BadQueersPodcast Subscribe to our Youtubehttps://www.youtube.com/@BadQueersPodcast The opinions expressed during this podcast are conversational in nature and expressed only for comedic purposes. Not all of the facts will be correct but we attempt to be as accurate as possible. BQ Media LLC, the hosts, nor any guest host(s) hold no liability over the conversations on this podcast and by using this podcast you understand that it is solely for entertainment purposes. 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, parody, scholarship and research.

This episode was recorded on January 19, 2025.We recap "Trials and Tribble-actions," where the DS9 crew goes back in time again to meet the original Star Trek crew.SDS9 seasons 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 can be found wherever you stream Southpaw. Season 6 is only available to paid subscribers: ⁠https://www.southpawpod.com/⁠

What happens when three entertainment veterans decide to launch a video-first podcast to grow their AI marketing agency? You get a masterclass in real-time problem-solving that'll make you rethink everything about your content strategy. When Dave Clapper reached out asking for live podcast coaching, I knew we were about to dive deep into the messy, beautiful process of turning natural chemistry into strategic content gold. The Taptico founders—Dave, Nick Tapp, and Tribble Reese—brought their radio backgrounds, reality TV experience, and rebellious energy to the Reinvention Room, and what unfolded was pure coaching magic.This is a live transformation where we tackle everything from naming confusion to audience clarity to the four foundational P's that make or break any show. We dig into why "Dave Learns AI" beats "Taptico Talks" every damn time, how to turn your personality into your competitive advantage, and why being clear trumps being clever when you're trying to build an audience. If you've ever wondered whether to go video-first or how to make your expertise approachable without dumbing it down, this episode is your roadmap.What You'll LearnWhy clarity beats cleverness when naming your podcast and how to remove barriers for your audienceThe four foundational P's: Purpose, Person, Premise, and Promise that anchor every successful showHow to identify your primary, secondary, and tertiary listeners without trying to please everyoneThe psychology behind video-first content and why YouTube is its own beast requiring different strategiesHow to channel your natural chemistry and humor into focused, strategic content that drives business resultsWhy the "everyman" approach works better than positioning yourself as the unreachable expertThe art of strong calls-to-action and why tentative language kills conversionsHow to create lead magnets that actually convert viewers into clientsThe Taptico guys prove that when you combine authentic personality with strategic focus, magic happens. Their willingness to be vulnerable, ask hard questions, and pivot in real-time is exactly what separates successful entrepreneurs from those who stay stuck. What's one area of your content strategy that needs this kind of honest evaluation? Ready to get the clarity you need to make your next move? Book a free clarity call with Allison or follow her journey on Instagram.Resources MentionedTaptico AgencyThe Lyra Prompt (Episode 9)CalendlyQuotes from the Episode"It's so much easier to be clear than clever, especially when it comes to names because you guys can have the most magnificent show ever, but if it's hard to find or hard to spell, it ends up putting a barrier." - Allison Hare (10:04)"We revoke and repent against corporate life. That's why we're doing this... It's also a filtration. These guys would be fun to work with once a week. Do they know what they're doing? Yeah, would they be fun to hang out with? Yeah." - Nick Tapp (17:26)"We're doctors. If we can fix the problems that you know that you have and the pains that you know that you have with little friction and well done and over deliver, call us. If you're not sure you need us, don't call us." - Nick Tapp (35:52)"I think one of our differentiating factors is our personality. And we know what we're doing. We're competent. We're smart. But we also have fun because why would you not enjoy what you're doing?" - Nick Tapp (17:00)"Don't wait one more minute. Get on the phone with us and let's talk about what that change would look like for you, what the ROI could look like for you. I would be really clear on your call to action." - Allison Hare (52:05)Timestamps00:00 - Welcome and introductions01:21 - Purpose of live coaching session01:58 - What Dave wants from coaching03:02 - Tribble's content strategy goals03:57 - Nick's distribution and SEO questions05:35 - Discussion about naming strategy09:40 - The case for "Dave Learns AI"14:47 - The four P's framework introduction16:37 - Purpose: Trust building vs lead generation23:11 - Person: Identifying ideal audience28:33 - The problem Taptico uniquely solves37:25 - Premise: What the show is about40:28 - Promise: What listeners walk away with46:58 - Format and personality discussion50:44 - Strong call-to-action strategies54:05 - Final feedback and wrap-upTips/TakeawaysName for clarity, not cleverness - Your podcast name should immediately tell people what they'll get, removing any barriers to discovery and understanding.Use the "you" language - Speak directly to one person rather than referring to "your audience" to create intimate, engaging content.Define your P1, P2, P3 audiences - Know exactly who pays you (P1), who shares your content (P2), and who enjoys but doesn't buy (P3).Lead with the problem you solve - People pay to have problems solved, so get crystal clear on what specific pain point you address.Make strong calls-to-action - Avoid tentative language like "if you're interested" and instead use direct commands that create urgency.Personality is your competitive advantage - Don't try to be someone you're not; lean into what makes you unique and engaging. Be sure to rate, review, and follow this podcast on your player and also, connect with me IRL for more goodness and life-changing stuff.Schedule a FREE podcast clarity call with me - Your future audience is out there. Talk to them!Sign up for the free Reinvention Roadmap weekly emailAllisonHare.comFollow me on Instagram, LinkedIn, Facebook, and YouTube.DOWNLOAD the free podcast equipment guide- No guesswork, no google rabbit holes, start recording todayReb3l Dance Fitness - Try it at home! Free month with this link.Personal Brand - need help building yours? Schedule a call with me here and let's discuss.Feedback and Contact:: allison@allisonhare.com

4. November 1996: Wahrhaft wilde Wendungen wirbeln die Defiant 105 Jahre in die Vergangenheit, als die originale Enterprise bei Raumstation K-7 aneinandergeriet mit Klingonen, Wollknäulen & Bürokraten. Ein gestrandeter Agent will fürchterliche Rache nehmen an Jim Kirk – Robert Zemeckis' Technologie machte den warmherzigen Besuch in den 1960ern möglich. Nochmal alles Gute zum 30. Geburtstag, Star Trek! In Deutschland: Immer die Last mit den Tribbles, ausgestrahlt am 6. Dezember 1997.

What makes you feel wanted? The answer can be different for men and women. Khadeen, Devale, Matt, Josh and Tribble discuss desire in this episode. Dead Ass. Watch the full video version early on Patreon! Go to https://Patreon.com/EllisEverAfter to see the After Show and more exclusive Ellis Ever After video content. And find us on social media at @EllisEverAfterPodcast, @khadeniam and @iamdevale, @joshua_dwain @_matt.ellis, @tribbzthecool. And if you’re listening on Apple podcasts, be sure to rate, review and subscribe. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We've all heard the terms "Black excellence" and "Black power", but what is the difference between the two? In this episode, Khadeen, Devale, Josh, Matt and Tribble discuss it. What do you think? Watch the full video version early on Patreon! Go to https://Patreon.com/EllisEverAfter to see the After Show and more exclusive Ellis Ever After video content. And find us on social media at @EllisEverAfterPodcast, @khadeniam and @iamdevale, @joshua_dwain @_matt.ellis, @tribbzthecool. And if you’re listening on Apple podcasts, be sure to rate, review and subscribe. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What happens when your zip code threatens your health? Broadband access is often framed as a tech issue, but in some rural communities it's a matter of health equity. Broadband internet is so limited in some areas that patients can't use remote monitoring devices, hospitals can't support telehealth, and electronic health records slow down care instead of streamlining it. On this week's episode of The Dose, journalist Sarah Jane Tribble joins host Joel Bervell to explain how internet dead zones are deepening chronic illness in rural communities. Drawing from her reporting for KFF Health News, Tribble shares the stories of people managing diabetes and kidney failure without reliable digital tools, and hospitals lacking the internet speeds needed to monitor high-risk patients.

When a dustbuster club heads out in search of bosonite, they find scary tribbles that bite and a Klingon scientist to make fun of. But when their missions align and Rok-Tahk's mistake ends up saving the day, the cadets leave yet another character behind as they set a course back to Voyager A. What's not even wrong with Ben this time? How many lies does it take to make a web? Where does a Star Trek podcaster keep their joke Derringer? It's the episode that's nostalgic for hose.Support the production of Greatest TrekGet a thing at podshop.biz!Sign up for our mailing list!Greatest Trek is produced by Wynde PriddySocial media is managed by Rob Adler and Bill TilleyMusic by Adam RaguseaFriends of DeSoto for: Labor | Democracy | JusticeDiscuss the show using the hashtag #GreatestTrek and find us on social media:YouTube | Facebook | X | Instagram | TikTok | Mastodon | Bluesky | ThreadsAnd check out these online communities run by FODs: Reddit | USS Hood Discord | Facebook group | Wikia | FriendsOfDeSoto.social

Best Pick with John Dorney, Jessica Regan and Tom Salinsky Episode 317. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Released 30 April 2025 Today we watched two contrasting episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. We kicked off with an episode from the fifth season, the celebratory romp Trials and Tribble-ations in which the 24th century crew revisits the action of the classic original series episode The Trouble with Tribbles. Pretty much all the senior writing staff had a go at this one. The story is credited to Ira Steven Behr, Hans Beimler and Robert Hewitt Wolfe and the teleplay to Ronald D Moore and René Echevarria. It was directed by Jonathan West, and it was first shown on 4 November 1996. We followed this up with In the Pale Moonlight from towards the end of the sixth season, airing on 15 April 1998. The story is by Peter Allan Fields and the screenplay is credited to Michael Taylor, although Ronald D Moore heavily rewrote it. It was directed by Victor Lobl and it earned the full five stars from me (in fact, both episodes did). These and hundreds more episodes are covered in the second volume of my Star Trek chronicle which is now available from all the usual places, including… From the publisher https://www.pen-and-sword.co.uk/Star-Trek-Discovering-the-TV-Series-Hardback/p/51781 UK Amazon https://amzn.to/4lzI1hN US Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Star-Trek-Discovering-Voyager-1993-1999/dp/1399034995 UK bookstore https://www.waterstones.com/book/star-trek-discovering-the-tv-series/tom-salinsky/9781399034999 US bookstore https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/star-trek-tom-salinsky/1146305492?ean=9781399034999 To send in your questions, comments, thoughts and ideas, you can join our Facebook group, find us on BlueSky https://bsky.app/profile/bestpickpod.bsky.social or email us on bestpickpod@gmail.com. You can also visit our website at https://bestpickpod.com and sign up to our mailing list to get notified as soon as a new episode is released. Just follow this link: http://eepurl.com/dbHO3n.

*Trigger warning* In this episode there are mentions of sexual assault, body image issues and abusive relationships. If you're not in a space right now to listen, please pause this episode and return to it when/if it feels aligned. Take care of yourself first, friends.WHAT'S NEWStay notified on Petey & Sarah's retreats to awaken your spiritual and somatic intuition! Visit www.souljourneysretreats.com or IG @souljourneysretreats.Join Sarah for Group Ketamine Assisted Psychotherapy (KAP) Journeys in Orlando through The Stillpoint. To learn all about how this medicine works to uproot painful parts and rewire thoughts, tune into Episode 107 as Dr. Eric Milbrandt shares how KAP is transforming mental health issues. For more information, fill out this form! Thank you to our advertiser, Dr. Bethany Padgett of Whole Hearted Holistic Solutions. Mention “Therapy Unfiltered” to receive a 25% discount on her Mind, Body & Spirit Package! www.wholeheartedlyyours.org TODAY'S EPISODESamantha Tribble is a New Smyrna Beach native, entrepreneur, and advocate for empowering women through boudoir photography. A Stetson University graduate, she co-founded Lunar Studio with her husband. Stephen, creating a space where clients embrace their authentic selves through elevated photography experiences.Samantha's work fosters confidence, self-love, and empowerment for women at all stages of life. Through her passion project, The Empowering Portrait, she photographs and shares the stories of women battling or surviving cancer, using her art to inspire strength and solidarity. Recognized as a 2024 40 Under Forty Young Small Business Professional of the Year. honoree. Samantha continues to make an impact as an entrepreneur, photographer, and advocate for women.For our listeners when you mention the code “THERAPY UNFILTERED”! $200 off a boudoir session fee & $100 of a headshot session. Stay connected with Lunar Studio! https://www.lunarstudionsb.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/BoudoirbyLunarStudio/ https://www.instagram.com/thelunarstudio/# Join Samantha at one of her events! 4/30/2025: Women's Dinner at Cafe Verde, New Smyrna Beach 3/7/2026: Divine Feminine Gala at Atlantic Center for the Arts LET'S STAY CONNECTED! Petey | www.peteysilveira.com | @peteysilveira Sarah |www.heysarahburnett.com | @heysarahburnett TODAY'S AFFIRMATIONI release and shed past limiting beliefs so I may step forward into my confident and empowered self.TODAY'S ORACLE CARDS: Be Strong. You are stronger than you think you are, and your strength assures a happy outcome.Expect a Miracle. Have faith that your prayers have been heard and are being answered.Boundaries. Love yourself enough to say no to others' demands on your time and energy. Thank you for subscribing, rating, reviewing, sharing and reposting the show! I appreciate each and every one of you! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rev. Valerie Miles-Tribble, PhD DMin is Professor of Ministerial Leadership & Practical Theology at Berkeley School of Theology. 

[PRO213] jaQ` Darino and Earl Grey cover Star Trek: Prodigy, season two episode thirteen, A Tribble Called Quest. It's fun. Listen now.

In Cockney rhyming slang, apples and pears is a synonym for "stairs," and dustbin lids means kids. Plus, sniglets are clever coinages for things we don't already have words for. Any guesses what incogsneeto means? It's the act of trying to hide your sneeze while wearing a face mask. Also, how the vocabulary of science fiction influences our everyday conversation, from the tribble on your hat to vaccine development at warp speed! Plus unkempt vs. unkept, erase vs. delete, tribbles vs. pompoms, placid, meuf, a cryptic quiz, a tasty pangram, Barney for "trouble," earthborn, apple-dancing, dirtsider, one hand washes the other and both hands wash the face, and You must be holding your mouth wrong! Read full show notes, hear hundreds of free episodes, send your thoughts and questions, and learn more on the A Way with Words website: https://waywordradio.org/contact. Be a part of the show: call 1 (877) 929-9673 toll-free in the United States and Canada; worldwide, call or text/SMS +1 (619) 800-4443. Email words@waywordradio.org. Copyright Wayword, Inc., a 501(c)(3) corporation. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mike and Tribble discuss the Dawgs loss to Notre Dame in the Sugar Bowl.

Mike and Tribble hit the Daily Download.

Mike and Tribble hit the Daily Download.

Tribble and Mike break down the unfortunate path this franchise is taking after last night's back breaking loss to the Commanders.

Tribble and Mike hit the Daily Download and discuss the day's biggest stories.

Tribble and Mike hit the NFL Blitz, where we hear from Bijan Robinson post game vs the Commanders.

In the final episode of the season, Maalik sits down with home brewer Parker Tribble, to learn a little more about the independent home brewing process! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Kayleigha, one of the only people we know that can say they created tribbles, is back to talk more about tribbles! Check it out! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thenerdtrekpodcast/support

Kayleigha, one of the only people we know that can say they created tribbles, is back to talk more about tribbles! Check it out! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thenerdtrekpodcast/support

Join Kennedy and Andi as they talk about the Tribble canon, from TOS to Prodigy, including common themes and tones, as well as the surprisingly dark humor and well executed puns.  HOSTS Andi Kennedy EDITOR Andi Send us your feedback! Email:  crew@womenatwarp.com Twitter/Instagram: @womenatwarp Facebook: http://facebook.com/womenatwarp Support the Show on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/womenatwarp Visit our TeePublic Store: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/womenatwarp

Moiya and Tribble take a relaxing soak while talking about NASA's Apollo Program. Tribble wants to learn why the name doesn't make sense and why they did so many missions. Moiya wants to see Tribble react to the Apollo 11 flight path.     Guest Star Tribble is a comedian and podcast producer. Check out her website tribbzthecool.com and follow her at @tribbzthecool Messages Use code PALEBLUE at catanshop.com for 10% off CATAN – Starfarers Get your Pale Blue Pod Merch to stay warm this cozy season Listen to Big Game Hunger every Monday  Become a star and support us on patreon at patreon.com/palebluepod!   Find Us Online Website: palebluepod.com Patreon: patreon.com/palebluepod Twitter: twitter.com/PaleBluePod Instagram: instagram.com/palebluepod Credits Host Dr. Moiya McTier. Twitter: @GoAstroMo, Website: moiyamctier.com Editor Mischa Stanton. Twitter: @mischaetc, Website: mischastanton.com Cover artist Shae McMullin. Twitter: @thereshaegoes, Website: shaemcmullin.com Theme musician Evan Johnston. Website: evanjohnstonmusic.com About Us Pale Blue Pod is an astronomy podcast for people who are overwhelmed by the universe but want to be its friend. Astrophysicist Dr. Moiya McTier and comedian Corinne Caputo demystify space one topic at a time with open eyes, open arms, and open mouths (from so much laughing and jaw-dropping). By the end of each episode, the cosmos will feel a little less “ahhh too scary” and a lot more “ohhh, so cool!” New episodes every Monday. Pale Blue Pod is a member of the Multitude Collective.

Moopsy! As Lower Decks is back for the last time, we're looking at three animated Star Trek episodes, specifically ones about strange creatures. The Eye of the Beholder brings us weird dopey-looking elephant slug things who are actually more evolved than humans! A Tribble Called Quest brings us all kinds of mutant tribbles including a bizarre horrible Tribble with a face! Ugh… I Have No Bones, Yet I Must Scream brings us an adorable monster in Moopsy, who may have done one or two things wrong. Moopsy! 00:03:55 What Non-Star Trek Thing We've Been Enjoying: Still Wakes the Deep, Kew Gardens' Halloween Trail 00:09:58 Star Trek: The Animated Series “The Eye of the Beholder” 00:35:37 Star Trek: Prodigy “A Tribble Called Quest” 00:56:03 Star Trek: Lower Decks “I Have No Bones, Yet I Must Scream” Talking points include: Pokémon, which Pokémon wore sunglasses the best? Dave Willis, Still Wakes the Deep, big ups to The Chinese Room, Alien Isolation, Kew Gardens, Merry Xmas Everyone, that song from X-Men Apocalypse or whatever one it was, Charlie tries to remember X-Men: Dark Phoenix, Roger Dean album covers, sand trouts in Dune, that one Flight of the Conchords song where a leg gets eaten, Play-Doh, Morph, vast, desolate landscapes, does The Federation still have Timpsons? You don't put the Scottish in a zoo, space zoos, Equilibrium, at some point Charlie should watch Star Trek, dunking on Chakotay, picking up a story partway through, Peter David's weird universal Majel Barrett thing, X-Men, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Todd in the Shadows, Miles gets angry at Charlie, the show and himself for having to listen to Oliver Anthony Music, Anthony Michael Hall, self-destructive insubordination at work, bones and teeth aren't the same thing, Charlie's childhood rabbit and the little bunny gulag, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Nolan North, Vegeta & Goku workforce dynamics, trying to stop from having any Big Bang Theory rants, can you tell Charlie's vamping for time because he forgot who wrote I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream? The Spoony Experiment, Awesomed by Comics, Miles was right to be a despairing heap on a men's room floor given the election results. Oh, and occasionally Star Trek. Pedant's Corner: While I don't recall Karate Kid being in a zoo in The Legion of Super-Heroes, there was a tragic story about Beast Boy of Lallor dying defending a girl from a zoo animal. The fish that nibble you in those baths are not piranhas. DO NOT have piranhas nibble your feet. Oliver Anthony Music has since given up music, I assume it was pressure from us at Casual Trek. Peter Pan isn't killed in the holodeck, but Robin Hood Official Moopsy Plush: https://www.masterreplicas.com/products/star-trek-lower-desks-moopsy-plush-10inch Casual Trek is by Charlie Etheridge-Nunn and Miles Reid-Lobatto Music by Alfred Etheridge-Nunn Casual Trek is a part of the Nerd & Tie Network https://ko-fi.com/casualtrek Miles' blog: http://www.mareidlobatto.wordpress.com Charlie's blog: http://www.fakedtales.com

The Reverend Connor Tribble's conversation begins with Athens, Georgia, where he attended high school and first emerged as a powerful presence in the local music scene. Long before Athens earned its fame as a musical hub, he was already making waves, and earning the notable title "The Godfather of Punk" .Connor's ambition soon led him to New York City, where he became a legend in his own right. Musicians and fans alike hailed him as “The Best Frontman They Had Ever Seen,” captivated by his blend of sharp, humor-laden lyrics, electrifying onstage banter, and searing musical energy. He sharpened his performance at iconic venues like Café Wha?, the very stage where Jimi Hendrix had once launched his own career. Tribble's charisma and talent quickly became the stuff of legends, and he remains dearly beloved back in Athens, where his sold-out shows are a testament to his lasting impact on the city's cultural landscape.Now dividing his time between Athens and Mexico, Connor and his wife have embraced the importance of family, choosing a lifestyle that allows them to be closer to loved ones. My conversation with Connor was spiritual and his insights, humor, and gratitude for life's journey left a deep impression. He spoke with the kind of clarity and warmth that only comes from a life lived fully, without regrets. Here is my reflective conversation with the inimitable Reverend Connor Tribble.Show AthCastMusic (©): The Music of Athens Georgia, Now and Then.SEASON: 3 Episode: 27Length :47:18PUBLISHED: 10/31/2024Updated Weekly on ThursdayEngineer: Kayla DoverRecorded at Tweed Recording Audio Production Schoolhttps://tweedrecording.comConnor Tribble facebook: https://www.facebook.com/conner.tribbleCONTACT FOR ATHCASTMUSIC:instagram: AthCastMusicFaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61550294283019

While searching for supplies to restart the ship's protocore, the crew visit a planet overrun by oversized Tribbles. Rok-Tahk helps solve the problem with her scientific expertise, but not without an unexpected variable along the way. Char and Marina "Rok out" to "A Tribble Called Quest" in this episode of "Mission Log: Prodigy. Enter the Mission Log: Prodigy giveaway with the phrase GLITTERSMOOCH - full rules and details at the link!

Comedian Maronzio Vance (@maronziovance) joins Andy, Matt and Jesse to talk about Andy's upcoming ska festival and Oktoberfest polka band gigs, Taipei's innovative trash system, dating Prince-obsessed women, dogs' incredible ability to remember the names of toys, the gut-first path of Parkinson's and comedy's legendary Tribble runs.

In this episode, Jill sits down with Theresa Tribble, co-founder and CEO of Droplet Biosciences, a biotech startup improving cancer care. You can find them on LinkedIn, Twitter (@DropletBiosci), and dropletbiosci.com. Please send us questions we can answer for you on the podcast!! Tara: @tarawestfashion, tarawestfashion.com Jill: @jrkadvisors, jrkadvisors.com

Another installment in the monthly Consciously Cannabis series is here! My guest Khadijah A. Tribble explore their transition into the cannabis advocacy sphere, recounting first encounters with cannabis during college and their impactful work in the HIV community. Together, we uncover the profound implications of cannabis legalization and celebrate the remarkable contributions of marginalized groups in pushing for reform. We discuss the systemic barriers faced by individuals with criminal backgrounds related to drug charges. With powerful stories, we highlight the long-lasting repercussions of minor drug offenses and the discriminatory hiring practices that perpetuate cycles of poverty. By examining the inequities in current marijuana laws and their disproportionate impact on communities of color, we underscore the urgent need for comprehensive federal legalization and the role of storytelling in driving policy change. We also delve into the transformative potential of the cannabis industry through social equity initiatives. Our guest shares their experience launching Marijuana Matters and their impactful tenure at Curaleaf, where they championed social impact programs across multiple states. We emphasize the critical importance of integrating diversity, equity, and inclusion into corporate structures and discuss how the cannabis industry can catalyze social and economic change. Tune in for an insightful and motivating episode that calls for unity and strategic advocacy in shaping the future of cannabis regulation. Guest Bio: As a strategic advisor and senior executive, Khadijah A. Tribble has left an indelible mark on the cannabis industry. With her exceptional skills in positioning, coaching, and mentoring, she has empowered hundreds of individuals to navigate the complexities of this rapidly evolving landscape and reach their full potential. Khadijah's leadership has fostered a culture of empowerment and excellence, propelling emerging leaders towards impactful milestones in their respective fields. Her commitment to championing equity and inclusion is at the core of her work, ensuring that her mentees reflect the diverse fabric of society, while breaking down barriers and creating opportunities for underrepresented voices. Her exemplary leadership extends to her role as the founder of Marijuana Matters, where she has not only shaped cannabis policy but also created a supportive ecosystem that empowers individuals from all walks of life. Khadijah's belief in the power of businesses to be catalysts for change is evident in everything she does. Now, in her new endeavor, THE Agency, Khadijah A. Tribble leverages her two decades of experience in change-making, team-building, and launching businesses and careers. With a keen eye for capitalizing on opportunities across the growing cannabis sector, Khadijah is poised to guide her clients towards success. As a highly sought-after speaker, coach, and advisor, Khadijah inspires audiences with her vision and expertise. Her new venture is sure to make waves, so stay tuned for the positive impact she will undoubtedly continue to make. --- Thanks for listening to another episode. Follow, review, and share to help Consciously Clueless grow! Connect with me: https://www.consciouslycarly.com/ Join the Consciously Clueless community on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/consciouslycarly Connect on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/consciously.carly/ Connect on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/consciously.carly.blog Music by Matthew Baxley

Tribbles are a favorite plot element in modern Star Trek. Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Jason Tyler discuss their latest appearance; their changes in this story; and what makes the Klingon disdain for them so interesting.

Tribbles are a favorite plot element in modern Star Trek. Dom Bettinelli, Jimmy Akin, and Fr. Jason Tyler discuss their latest appearance; their changes in this story; and what makes the Klingon disdain for them so interesting. The post A Tribble Called Quest (PRO) appeared first on StarQuest Media.

Uncle Jim and his Treksperts continue our review of Star Trek Prodigy's second season. We discuss episode 14 "CRACKED MIRROR" and episode 13 "A TRIBBLE CALLED QUEST". Find out what Star Trek actor you share a birthday with on Star Trek Birthdays, just how global is Star Trek, FAN SHOUT-OUTS goes around the world, Star Trek News Star Trek family looses James Darren, Star Trek Day gives fans Free Star Trek ,and The Bell Riots. Call (646)668-2433 to join the fun. Let's see what's out there...ENGAGE!

It's time for listener letters! But this time, the Dead Ass podcast producer, Tribble, steps out from behind the mic and joins Khadeen to give their best (not toxic at all) advice! Dead Ass. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

David Gerrold joins The Trek Files again for a fun look behind the scenes of Deep Space Nine's 30th anniversary Star Trek episode, "Trials and Tribble-ations." Hear about the painstaking details to recreate 1960s television in the '90s and how returning to tribbles 30 years later was a career highlight. Document and additional references: Trials and Tribble-ations call sheet - August 22, 1996 The Trek Files Season 12 on Memory Alpha All episodes and documents: The Trek Files on Memory Alpha Visit the Trekland site for behind-the-scenes access and exclusive merchandise.

Rob shares his thoughts on former MLB player and manager, Jim Leyland, who was inducted into the MLB Hall of Fame over the weekend.

Hour 2 - Even if Zaccharie Risacher has a good rookie season Hawks are still a play-in team In hour two of this Thursday edition of The Morning Shift, Tiffany Blackmon, Robb Tribble, filling in for Mike Johnson, and Beau Morgan kick things off by letting you hear Atlanta Hawks General Manager Landry Fields talk about why the team traded Dejounte Murray, development being crucial in this new cap environment, and what the expectations are for Zaccharie Risacher and Nikola Djuriši? this summer. Tiffany, Robb, and Beau react to what the Hawks GM had to say as well. Next, Tiffany, Mike and Beau continue hour two by continuing to react to the Atlanta Braves getting their four game winning streak snapped after losing a back and forth affair with the Arizona Diamondbacks 7-5, and explain why Braves fans shouldn't be concerned about last night's loss. Then, The Morning Shift crew discusses all the biggest NFL stories, headlines, rumors, reports, and happenings as they go In The Huddle! On this edition of In The Huddle, Tiffany, Robb and Beau react to Detroit Lions Wide Receiver Amon-Ra St. Brown saying he tore his oblique off the bone early in the 2023 season, and Rachaad White wanting to do something that hasn't been done in Tampa Bay since 2015. Tiffany, Robb, and Beau close out hour two by reacting to Senior NFL Insider for ESPN Adam Schefter reporting that University of Oklahoma Athletic Department will work with former Eagles executive Jake Rosenberg and his consulting firm The Athlete Group to advise on their impending transition to the ‘salary cap' era of college athletics. Then, Tiffany and Beau dive into the life of Robb Tribble in Tribble'd Up! On this edition of Tribble'd Up, Robb tells Tiffany, and Beau about some of the old Olympic events that you would've never guessed were Olympic events.

Hour 2 - Falcons had biggest upgrade at the most important position in football In hour two of this Wednesday edition of The Morning Shift Tiffany Blackmon, Robb Tribble, filling in for Mike Johnson, and Beau Morgan kick off hour two by reacting to Yahoo Sports Senior Writer Frank Schwab ranking the Falcons at number 18 in his offseason power rankings, giving the Falcons a ‘D' offseason grade. Next, Tiffany, Robb and Beau continue hour two by continuing to react to the Braves winning their fourth straight game after beating the Arizona Diamondbacks last night 6-2 thanks to another solid outing from Chris Sale, who won his MLB-leading 12th game of the year last, and Adam Duvall's three-run home run. Then, The Morning Shift Crew discusses all the biggest NFL stories, headlines, rumors, reports, and happenings as they go In The Huddle! On this edition of In The Huddle, Tiffany, Robb and Beau react to Justin Jefferson saying he's “not mad” at Kirk Cousins for leaving the Vikings, Dallas Cowboys quarterback Dak Prescott saying his walking boot was precautionary, and that he's doing great health wise. The Morning Shift crew also lets you hear Dak Prescott explain why he had the walking boot on in the first place and reacts to what he has to say. Finally, Tiffany, Mike, and Beau close out this edition of The Morning Shift by talking about Netflix's “Receiver” series premiering today, and their excitement to watch it. Finally, to close out hour two of this Wednesday edition of The Morning Shift, The Morning Shift crew dives into the life of Robb Tribble in Tribble'd Up! On this edition of Tribble'd Up, Robb, Tiffany, and Beau discuss what all the positions of needs are for the Braves and what position the Braves should prioritize the most heading into the July 30th trade deadline.